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IC Central [RPG ONLY] => "Ayenee Nexus: Where Imagination Knows No Bounds => RP Archives 2005-2019 => Topic started by: Tanthis on May 21, 2007, 07:32:10 PM
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A sudden gust of wind followed by a loud bellow of thunder and flashes of lightning, heralds the return of a Dark stranger shrouded in what appears to be dark shadows. Covered from head to foot so that only the black flames that were once eyes can be seen, Silence follows for a short time followed by the agonizing screams of those lesser beings unfortunate enough to set eyes upon him. A cruel unseen sneer crosses cracked and withered lips, he slows his pace taking the time to enjoy the screams of his unfortunate victims. Narrowing his eyes he considers looking for his old haunts but decides that the past should remained just that the past, dead and buried, just as he once was
Dead.... He thinks to himself. Dead? no merely dormant his head swims with the dreams and visions that haunted him ins his death like sleep. Dreams and visions that even now haunt him, the visions of that time long ago when he was abandoned and left to die by one that was his mother. Found at the trunk of the tree of souls but by who?. "what matter by who" a voice suddenly enters his mind causing him to look around wildly like a madman. What matter indeed? he thinks to himself as he continues walking.
Looking around once more he thinks to himself why must i be tormented even now by my past? Furious now that he would allow such things to bother him now he presses on intending to make his way through the town hoping to be distracted from his thoughts, even if only for a short time. He suddenly comes upon what appears to be a club of some sort. Laughing to himself as he reads the sign. "An appropriate name one as good as another", he says to himself as he slams his way past those "poor souls" lining up trying desperately to be let in. Even the creatures "working" on the doors do not dare stop him. Not that they could anyway, he thinks to himself laughing as their eyes burn inside their head which allows those in their lines to force their way past half trampling the door security.
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Sitting behind the braod mahogany desk, a cigarette allowing its silverish smoke to rise curling slowly clasped betweeen slender, perfectly manicured digits, his dress unsuited to the meieval time frame in which he currently existed, but then again kain had never felt the need for the slavish following of protocol, and after all the black denim jeans and silk shirt complimented his figure so perfectly, why go back to coarsely woven clothing, when he could exist in comfort. Midnight eyes seemingly to stare ahead at nothing but in reality his concentration was bound in auspex, studying each and every entrant to his establishment, pondering those who may as yet not survive the night. A presence felt, a disruption in the flow of energies, also and possibly more imortantly disrupting the inflow of the nights menu had his slender body risse rapidly, cigarette extinguished in a heavy marble ashtray.
"Now indeed there is a presence I have not seen in some time, but still he should be more cautious in his entrance, after all, we like our menu fresh and unfrightened." Six strides was all it took for him to flow out his office door, the motion smooth and graceful like a dancers sinous movements, the door clicking shut behind him as he swept out into the smoky noisy halls, throwing a bum over a balcony wo had the audacity to touch him as he passed. Sweeping down the long balistraded staircase to enter the main bar area. Walking over to the cloaked figure, Stopping merely a foot away... "I do believe I know you, in fact if memory serves me right I was present when the goddess returned you to life... Tanthis" he said snapping his fingers to the barman... "A bottle of our finest, now..." then turning back to tanthis... "So what brings you out into the world... It was my thought that you were settled and would remain where you were."
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He turns briefly back to the door to admire his handy work, then stiffens imperceptibly and turns as he hears a familiar voice, "Ah yes, Kain you were indeed present when i was.... brought back" he grins as he senses and indeed enjoys the fear he has caused then shrugs almost apologetically. Just as suddenly as it appears his grins fades as his expression darkens.
He walks over to a corner of the room that reflects the darkness of his brooding indeed the very darkness that resides within the very bowels of his existence. He sits down and accepts a bottle of the establishment's finest.
He sighs as his mind turns once more to the memories and visions that haunted and even tormented him in his sleep, "as for remaining in my former dwelling i thought it time for a change", a quick glimpse would reveal only the smallest hint of the insanity that overtook him long before his demise. He looks Kain in the eyes as if weighing his words carefully, "tell me Kain what do you know of my past? of my Origin?" he snarls though the snarl is not directed at Kain as the rage he felt the first moment he learned of his true origins threatens to overtake him.
Furious that he has again allowed his emotions to get the better of him, though his his voice remains calm and even it is only the flaring of the black flames that reveal his rage and hatred. He momentarily forgets that he is talking to Kain as the memories and visions of his past appear right in front of him though he alone can see their contents. He then snaps out of it and shakes his head in apology for his outburst though no words are forthcoming.
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Alexa woke on a bed of silks, dressed in a gown of satin. Her sleeping gown was more elaborate than most clothes her memory had of her owning. The crimson setting off the ivory procelain of her skin. Sliding from the bed and padding on silent bare feet to the dressing mirror she notices it compliments the crystalline blue of her eyes as well as the ruby tint of her lips. Her silver streaked ebony hair cascades around her in a jumble of sleep tossed tresses as she turns to see the vision before her. Her lips move silently as she mouths curiosity to how she got here.
She remembers walking thru a shimmer in the woods and arriving in a place so vast and full of evil and lust and seduction that her empathy overwhelmed her. She remembered blood, and sex and death all rolled into one enormous feeling of pleasure and debauchery like nothing she had ever experienced before. And then a darkness of such depth it left a scream and feinting as the final more current memories her mind held.
She shuddered remembering and tried to remember the face to go with the one she saw before the darkness had swallowed her. The eyes that looked down on her as she lay in the sticky black pools of darkened spilled blood... the arms that lifted her and the legs that carried her half conscious body away...
Slowly the details came to light and in an instant she whispered one word.... "......KAIN........."
As she did so, she felt a thread within her mind tug and go taunt. She suddenly knew exactly where he was. She heard his awareness of her being awake and without another word went and removed the dressing gown to expose her perfect immortal naked body. She walked to the armoire where there was already a dress of deepest pitch was hanging. She bent first to retrieve the small box beneath it on the floor and moved back to the bed. Opening the box and tossing the lid aside, she pulled out a pair of barely worthy thong bottoms with gems along the Y in the back. Slipping them on she settled them in place and pulled out a pair of sheer thigh highs in the color of the dress and panties. Sitting on the bed she slipped them up her long lithe legs one at a time and stepped to the dress once more. Sliding it over her head she let it settle on her body like a second skin before finishing the outfit with the black heels next to where the box had lain.
She felt his tug more urgently in her mind and she moved to the dressing table to don lipstick in the deepest crimson and a necklace of black diamonds with matching earrings. Twisting her hair deftly into a coif and securing it with a single black jewel tipped stick, she then exited the room and down the hall to the steps leading her towards the summons. As she passed thru one hall after another she could hear the music getting closer. *I am coming, Mlord.*
It never occurred to her that she was being danced like a puppet on a string, or that the man she called 'Mlord' was also the same man responsible for her downfall into this hellish nightmare from which she would never awaken. Nor was she aware that it was by his sheer will alone that the empathic onslaught that would once more drive her to her knees, if she felt it, was being held back. All she knew is HE was calling her and she had to obey...
... nothing else mattered.
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A simple nod... a nod that carried much weight would move the staff to make sure that he and his guest were undisturbed, why waste precious blood on disciplines when one didn't have to... after all power was power be it that or simply the power to have those around respect your wishes instantly. The drones moving away giving clear space for conversation, the potent wardings built into the place on construction allowing conversation to be without any chance of eavesdropping, well Kain could eavesdrop if he chose and one other could within these walls but then again kain doubted that anything could prevent her listening in if she so chose...
"A change... well change can be good, in my case" he laughed, the sound dry and humourless, "I usually found the need for change just before those whom have hunted me for aoens showed on my doorstep. Mind you, there are days I would much prefer that there was no such need, still you are out within the world and that allows for many things... what plans do you have, what do you have in mind?" Kain reached for the bottle, cracking the lid and pouring the golden liquor into two shot glasses, noting the rage simmering just below the surace, but not overly concerned, Tanthis could toos around as much energy as he liked but the massive onyx and copper rods extending far into the earth would draw away such power within the club. After all, many of the clientale were beings of power, Kain couldn't afford to eternally refurbish everytime someone got drunk and went a little crazy. Still even these drains had their limitations.
"Your past... no... I cat say I do... but obviously its eating you so I'll share a little philosophy. You and I aren';t like the earthworms we see living their miserable little lives, dwelling in puny mortal lives, worrying about yesterday, worrying about tomorrow, worrying about every little detail. If something annoys us we kill it. If it's too strong, we can plot and plan over centuries to resolve the issue to our advantage until finally our enemy falls. Every empire topples eventually Tanthis, every clan... every family... only the strongest survive or... the most cunning." A slender hand reaching into the left pocket of his black silken shirt extracting a gold cigarette case and with a caress of his thumb, opening the hidden clasp, extracting a Dunhill gold tip and place it to his lips. A lighter from the same pocket and a flick of the thumb sparking up the cigarette for a deep and pleasing draw. A touch caressing his mind as one whomm had lain in torpor awoke then reaching out, his dominance asserting itself so that Alexa would not be swamped by the ambience of those within this place, a silent thought... Come before turning his attention back to his guest.
Another draw of the piquant smoke, then a slow exhalation blowing smoke rings as he did... "So why this sudden interest in ancient history Tanthis, what tangible thing have you discovered that so alters everything, what depraved little secret has such earth shattering consequence that it enrages your visage to such degree. If it is that annoying... destroy it, simple really, the future is where it's at... Lives to destroy, souls to claim, blood to wallow in and suffering to create. Anything to inflict misery upon those chosen by a god whom at the end of the day is only playing dice with the living."
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He returns the humorless laugh and shakes his head. "Aye it is true that we are not like those pathetic mortal creatures but i am nothing like most of those that reside here", he takes the bottle and pours himself a glass taking a slow sip weighing his next words carefully. "all my existence i have believed myself to be one thing only to find out i am something completely different". He says returning his face to a neutral expression, "I was informed by one i once loved that i am not the grandson of Lucifer, but rather the son of Cthulhu".
He pauses to let that statement sink in and waits for Kain's reaction. Swirling the liquid around in his glass before taking another sip. He looks around the club then turns back to Kain. His rage already well past boiling point but he knows that venting his rage would not help matter. "As for destroying that which annoys us" he says a smirk crossing his lips "my father is one of few things i could not destroy" . He sighs wishing that he could. "she who gave me life however i slew with my own hands for it was she that abandoned me". He shrugs as if to say it was of no consequence to him now.
Perhaps, perhaps talking of it after so long had done much for him for his rage had lessened considerably. "shall i show you my true form so that you will know that i do not lie about myself?" he asks, Then takes a sip and again looks around the room smirking at the glances he has been getting since his arrival. "It seems my presence has caused a stir", he says and laughs turning back to Kain a wry smile forming.
He merely nods at the starers, though he senses that some of them are not pleased at him being there. Again collecting his thoughts he begins to laugh as though he had done something funny though indeed he had done something to make him laugh but nothing since so his laughter would seem odd, even to those who know him would believe him to be insane. Which would not be all that far from the truth, though no longer fully insane he still has an air of insanity about him, but that merely masks his nature which though he has accepted he could not fully embrace. But it is that very inner war with himself that causes his insanity.
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She heard the liquid smoothness of Kain's thought in her mind. The sheer force of it, though, left no chance of it being disobeyed. As she rounded the final corridor corner, she viewed the entrance to a party atmosphere that left a small grin playing across her crimson tainted lips.
Stepping towards the door a hand came out to block her path and the young man there leered a moment before speaking. "This is a private party. I am sorry but I can't let you in."
Alexa laughed softly and ran a finger down the man's chest. "Oh really? Because I have an invitation from Kain himself." She tried to press him back out of her way but he took her hand and pressed back.
"I highly doubt that. If Kain had invited you, he would have let me know. And besides, you aren't his type." He laughed then and brushed his thumb over her soft skin as he held her arm still. "However, perhaps you are my type."
Yanking her arm back she growled slightly as her fangs peeked out a moment. She hadn't fed in some time and the nearness and excitable tasty morsel before her seemed to beckon. "I will tell you what... you go tell Kain that Lexi is here, and I will forgive you for handling me as if I were a mere strumpet of a harlot." She tilted her head and smiled. "I am sure a moment to humiliate me by returning to tell me he said I was to be thrown out, would sincerely make your night..." She licked her lips as if promising him he would get what he desired if Kain discarded her. "Wouldn't it...."
The man motioned for one of the passing servants to come to him. "Watch her and don't let her in. I will be right back." The servant nodded and silently took up the other man's position. He was strumpet and seemed willing to do his job or face something that he feared enough to keep him in line.
The man walked towards the magic circle's edge murmuring to himself. "Kain will toss that bitch to the curb and then I will show her what happens when you lie about knowing the boss." He laughed to himself softly then stopped at the circle's edge to be recognized.
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Kain pondered the musings of Tanthis, the insanity visible in the pools of his eyes and the agitation of his motion. Try as he may, Tanthis was obviously not used to hiding such things, but still madness was useful. It kept your enemies guessing and that was always a good thing. To discover ones lineage was not as it seemed bothered Kain not, for had not his entire existance been based on a lie... a lie that as yet he was uncertain how to assimilate. After all form what was now percieved he had been manipulated into spilling the first blood in some obscure sentiment of the creators and he wasn't overly thrilled to discover that this manipulation had taken place and taken so long for him to finally discover.
Waving the hand holding the half smoked cigarette, "No need, why would I doubt this revelation Tanthis, we all have our little quirks of fate, even I have discovered things that potentially alter my view of the world." A shrug of masculine shoulders, "But all that is, is more reason to hate, to kill and to celerate the darkness." A motion on the outside of his auspex, head turning as he spied the approach of one dear to the goddess and therefore himself being blocked by one whom should have known better. The approach of this pathetic individual and a dry and sadistic chuckle as the thoughts were scavenged from the staff members mind. Applying dominance so that the mortals in the club would see and hear nothing, mind reaching to Alexa with the words.. "Feed, then come to me." Binding theman in his arrogance so that he could not move only watch.
Turning back to Tanthis "A stir... possibly, but first enjoy a mild entertainment..." having discovered in Alexa's mind knowledge of Tanthis. "One whom you have had dealings with approaches, and a hunger must be fed. Beware however, for she is no longer as once you knew and is under the protection of myself... and more importantly the goddess (Atra) whom has her own plans. Enjoy a simple display of death." His mind reaching out so that his staff would not make this mistake again, advising them that Alexa was free to move as she pleased within the club and that she was to be considered sacrosanct. Any whom gave her grief would face the wrath of Kain.
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He nods at Kain's words then raises his brows at the news. Clearly not happy to hear of Alexa's return, even worse that she is protected. He makes no indication of course, that he is more than slightly miffed he is in fact rather enraged but he can do nothing about it. "So Alexa is here is she? well well", he muses at that a grin of amusement crossing his lips, as he looks to the creature that interrupted their conversation. "Well at least the death of this miserable creature will provide some amusement". He laughs cruelly at that then raises a finger to his own throat sliding it across slowly licking his lips in anticipation. "Perhaps after Alexa has had her fun with this pathetic creature i might have a bit of fun with him myself", again he laughs as he watches the creature's reaction. He then turns back to Kain, "I take it then that Alexa has....turned?", he asks more to add fear to the creature that was about to die than curiosity.
Licking his lips once more he turns is chair so he now faces the pathetic creature wanting to enjoy what is to come fully. Though he still keeps his face turned to Kain, his rage now abandoned along with the thoughts and memories that caused his rage. "this should be rather entertaining i do hope she makes a mess of this creature i rather enjoy the decorative splatter of blood especially when the blood splatters on my face", "it adds a certain....what's the word i am looking for here"?. He shakes his head and waves a hand as if the word is not important. Again he looks to the creature smiling an almost friendly smile, "I'd say I feel sorry for this creature but i don't". He sneers cruelly his mouth more like a black hole than a mouth but it like the form he currently takes is merely an illusion.
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Alexa licked her lips and her gliding gait brought her down the steps and towards the frozen servant whom Kain had stilted in his tracks. It was pleasure in a deep part of her mind that made her sachet up to the servant and run a hand over his right shoulder, across the shoulder blades and down his left arm as she circled him. Her eyes left the morsel a moment to incline a grinning face towards the man who had given her this gift. But as she looked towards him, another face appeared within her vision as well... Tanthis.
For a split moment in time, less than the flutter of a mortal's heart, her mind filled with visions of the past. Of Tanthis and her desire of him... of his ignoring of her and subsequent interest on the date of her betrothal to... the name eluded her. She remembered a dress of deepest scarlet to rival the virgin blood drops spilled earlier that night in a toast to her betrothed. She had slid the gossamer garment on and instantly become enamored of Tanthis, to the exclusion of all and anyone else... including her betrothed. They had been found embracing one another when she did not appear at appointed time of the ceremony. The fight that had ensued and ended with the dress in shreds and Alexa married to another and hating Tanthis for his 'game' of her, had ended a chapter of her life she would have forgotten had she not glimpsed him here now. The dress remnants were now in a sealed box in the back of her closet at Serenade. She swiftly buried that memory as well, hoping it would not be felt by the ones before her.
The sway he once had over her no longer held, but part of her still hoped he was well. There was something in his eyes though, something that made her realize he had changed. Something she couldn't have named had she been asked.
The flicker of a moment was past and the smile, barely faltered during the thought was back in all its glory and now beaming at him. She winked and turned back to her 'treat' as her mind whispered on that tight line between them. *Thank you, Mlord...*
She stepped up to the servant and though he was unable to move, his eyes betrayed his fear and his heart fluttered with a rhythm only those about to die can master. She kissed him then, arms sliding up his chest and around his neck as if they were lovers. Her lips parting and sucking in his tongue to kiss him deep and passionate though his soft whimper let her know he felt nothing of what others may see between them... unbridled passion in her, and shock in him. Or perhaps they would, but interpret it differently. The backside view the men had made it seem almost as if she were making passionate love to the morsel, and not feeding from him. Her black silken encased body moving in ways to make those mortals watching wish they were joining in, unaware of what she was truly doing.
As she sucked his tongue across her teeth, she let her fangs scratch him in two hairline fractures that immediately brought a moan of pleasure and pain from her 'lover' as the vitae slid down her throat. She felt her mind press to his as the euphoria of the embrace began to set in. She felt Kain release his hold on the man only enough for him to embrace her with a soft whimper as the desires he had felt when he saw her at the doorway, welled to the surface of his thoughts. Here was the woman he had wanted, kissing him with abandon. He cared not, nor knew not, what was truly happening.
As his blood drained, he became weak and soon began to realize the precarious position he was in. She gripped him now like a vice as only a vampire feeding can do and began to drain him. His body pinned to hers and unable to move. Those around became disinterested and went back to their conversations as she drained the life force from the servant. Two more servants appeared as if on cue, and as she took the last drop and the body in her arms went limp with death, the others caught him and turned, about to whisk him away to where those left for dead were taken.
The guards paused a moment just as they caught the man and nodded to the still silent figure of Tanthis. His mind pressing upon the two to take the dead one to the far reaches of the realm and leave him. Tan would deal with him later, for here was not a place such powers were to be release even if he could.
She lifted her arms to brush down the front of her gown and over her hips giving Tanthis and Kain a glorious view of her backside as she did so and turned slowly licking her lips and awaiting further allowances from the one she currently obeyed. Seeing the slight nod of his head, she stepped towards the small dais they sat upon and keeping her eyes on Tanthis, stalked towards Kain and ran her finger tips over his left shoulder, thru this hair over his neck and gracefully settled on the right arm of his chair. Her arm remained draped about his shoulders as she leaned against him. One small shift of his head would place his cheek against her bosom as she settled there like a treasured trinket. Her right leg rose to cross over her left as she leaned back into his shoulder and the side of her dress slid open revealing the top of the gossamer thigh highs she wore and a sliver of the porcelain skin above them. Those in the club would not see, but Tanthis had an unobstructed view from where he sat.
Her soft voice purred as she smiled. "Good evening, Tanthis. A pleasure as usual." She didn't wait for his reply as she leaned down to place a soft kiss upon Kain's lips as if to rub in that once more, Tan did not have her.
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Kain continued his styudy of Tanthis, his eyes narrowing as he felt the waves of rage, then the request of the remains of Alexa's meal. A sneer crossing his lips as he leaned in close so only Tanthis would hear, and his voice a sibilant his of reproach... "Ware your rage Tanthis, for you know only to well how my Goddess would percieve that. You may have changed, but remember without her you would still be but a faded memory. As to the remains, they are already spoken for as every death within this place have their souls offered in homage. Their flesh, well its for whoever, but their essence belongs to Atra. I suggest you get over Alexa. You may say that I am just a pathetic undead thing but remember, unlike those who bear my legacy or curse, I have not died, I still live, my heart still beats and I still breathe. No desicated husk but living breathing flesh empowered by HIS curse..." the last words almost spat.
Leaning back, taking another cigarette and lighting it, replacing the forgotten one from before, a long draw then leaning back as the aunguish flowed from the dying staff member at the realisation of doom, relishing the pain in those final thoughts. Auspex slamming out to the man, "Well you should never overstep your place" making sure that Tanthis too heard this comment, then chuckling softly at the mans final gasp. "A lesson for all involved rests here, this is MY club at her whim and only the beloved Goddess may take from here without my consent" his mind reaching out to instruct the gaurds to take the body to the cellars below, then forget they had ever been there.
Alexa moving closer, the raw sexuality of her oozing over those around, the kiss and Kain allowing his tongue to extend seeking the last drops of vitae from within her mouth then easing back savouring both the metalic coppery taste of the blood and the sweetness of her lips. "Turned you say Tanthis, you could say that," his mind momentarily overpowering Alexa's so she would not hear his next words... "More taken down a path into the deepest and darkest places one may venture all for the service and greater glory of my lady... a slow and unwitting corruption" a pause releasing Alexa from his dominance to some degree, "So what are your plans, do you seek to rebuild your family from the degradation it has fallen to?"
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*He nods at Kain's words, then looks to Alexa and leers. Leaning forwards lowering his voice but only slightly still wanting Alexa to hear*. "Consider Alexa forgotten to me my friend, as for rebuilding my family perhaps a better way to describe it is recreating it". He watches as the dead man is dragged unceremoniously away and shrugs "ah well there will be others i might be able to use i am sure though i would have enjoyed watching him suffer as he carries the large onyx coloured obsidian blocks which will be used to rebuild my castle still as you say his essence belongs to another." He turns back to Kain and shrugs it off, "perhaps you might know where the best place to rebuild would be". He says giving neither the dead man or even Alexa another thought. His rage once again forgotten.
*Finishing what's left of his drink, he leans back and places the glass back on the table and closing his eyes. Merely meditating though by all appearances he has gone to sleep, though he is very much alert and can hear every sound within the club though he cannot hear words. Furrowing his brows as if something just occured to him, his eye lids snap open and he looks around the club. He was followed he knew that but by who or what?. He shrugs it off knowing that it matters little at this point. *muttering to himself making a note to be more careful there are those who know of his return the majority of them are less than pleased about it. "It seems that i have been followed here, i am sure that who or what ever it is will be waiting for me outside but it matters not and i rather doubt he will attempt to come in to the club".
*He sits up slowly a wry grin plays on his face realising it could only be one of his father's lowly minions he shakes his head and laughs at himself for worrying. "I have a favor to ask of you Kain would you send one of your security to "invite" my father's minion in to join us? he is a small critter greyish black with red/black eyes and goes by the name of Razui Sluvian merely a lowly minion but rather entertaining".
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Alexa was oblivious to the admission of Kain to Tanthis about the path she was truly being led down. Not one of black roses but of poison ivy.
As Kain kissed her back then allowed her to curl closer, she listened as Tan leaned forward and whispered of her as 'forgotten'. She admitted to herself, it gave her some small pleasure to know Tanthis would nod have use of her meal's husk. Something about the thought of Tanthis having pleasure in anything that was once hers gave her chills even the undead part of her could not ignore.
As the two spoke of places and things that did not interest her, she looked around the room, glancing back only when the silence of conversation drew her back. She was watching Tanthis in his stillness, knowing from experience, that he would never truly allow himself to sleep in a place as this. When he sat up suddenly she merely smiled as if glad something had troubled him. Her body shifted and she stroked Kain's hair and neck seductively and leered at Tanthis. Though anyone looking would think she was merely smiling at him, she knew he would see she found pleasure in his discomfort and took personal comfort in knowing that while his past was not what he thought, and his future was unknown as hers was, at least now.. in this moment... they were on even ground.
They were in the realm where they existed by the whim of another and neither was TRULY in command of their unlife. Knowing he could not reign here... not over her, not over anyone... without HER permission, made her somehow feel a bit safer.
She leaned down and kissed the top of Kain's head as Tan gave his request, and her body shivered as she felt the emotions within him shiver over her empathic essence.
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Something wasbothering Kain and it was time to reinforce the overture of his arrogance, leaning forwrds to Tanthins, a sneer on hjis lips as eyes faded to the deepest shadows of midnight, he snarled to Tanthis, "Excuse me... am I a fucking servant to run you errand oh master of nothing..." his left hand gesturing in an expansive measure before head would turn allowing gaze to touch all in sight before returning to stare into the eyes of the one before him... "If he is your servant, then you may fetch him, but there is only one whom may ask or place command upon me and that dear Tanthis is indeed not you."
Kain's attitude was arrogant, his manner not caring, but that after all was Kain, he cared for very little and after being cursed with unending life, then death frightened him not. To sneer in the face of such as Tanthis meant little or nothing to Kain, instead he found it quite satisfying, after all, what was Tanthis going to do... he didnt have the power ot breach the curse laid upon Kain so long ago when he had killed his brother, in fact in the club most, but not all were as good as powerless. It amused kain to see those used to posturing and thinking themself supreme discover that within these walls they were no more then any other here.
His hand stroking up the curve of Alexa's body, fingers parting the fabric to expose ehr left breast, tweaking the nipple painfully, as his face returned to a smile directed in Tanthis's direction. The moment of pique overcome and forgotten. "By all means invite your servant, fetch them in, but... I'm a fickle obnoxious little prick and my favours aren't free, so perhaps I have just saved you owing me, or maybe instead you are now beholden to me" a harsh barking laugh as his nails penetrated the flesh surrounding Alexa's nipple drawing the tiniest amount of vitae... "Such is the game and remembering I learned off Lilith and of the observance of the goddess, then debt is something I like owed to me. One other suggestion, don't ever consider forgetting Alexa, she is something special and the one who wants her, well... would consider it an insult perhaps if you sneer at what she wants."
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*he laughs coldly at Kain's words, "I will forget whomever i wish and as for your Goddess if she wants her little pet she is welcome to her and the one that stalks me was sent by my father to keep track of me but since he is now at the door i will have him invited over". He grins turning to the door and waves the creature over grinning. He looks back at Kain a sneer on his lips. "As for you oh obnoxious one cursed by one god enslaved by another i'd say i pity you....but i don't".
He grins as his father's minion approaches and points to an empty seat licking his lips turning back to his father's minion. "now then as for you my father obviously wishes something of me it is a shame that i will not deliver however i do have a message for him but i will give it to you to give to him later but for now feel free to enjoy this wonderful establishment"
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Alexa shivered as Kain played with her and as the skin was pierced at one of her more tender places, a small moan escaped her lips and he head tilted back in pleasure and pain. She didn't care at this moment if Tan forgot her or watched, she was in hell and yet it felt so good. The moan became a slight whimper as she turned her head and buried it in the hair and scent at Kain's neck. Whispering softly she cood to him. "Will you only torment me this way or perhaps in other ways as well?"
She knew deep down that something was wrong, but the extacy of the club and the passions around her drowned out her own senses. When Tan brought another into the small circle of chairs, her cheek rested on Kain's shoulder as she eyed the newcomer. She wondered who he was and what role he played in everything. When Tan spoke of a message to his father, she turned her gaze back to him and kissed Kain's cheek making sure he saw it. She wanted, in the deepest part of her, for him to want her again... to want her as he had when he had wanted to possess her... and know he couldn't have her.
She knew better than to tease any more than she already was. She didn't truly wish to be at Tanthis' mercy again. And she had no idea that the One who wanted her was nearer than she knew. She only knew she relished the thought of Tan FINALLY getting his just dessert, and her getting her revenge. Crossing her legs she allowed the edge of her dress to slide further up and expose the fact she wore nothing underneath the silken gown save the small garter holding her stockings up and watched his expressions with weary delight.
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Tanthis had made a mistake but as yet did not know it, in fact as Kain pondered the obvious, he wondered if Tanthis's brains had been left behind when the Goddess raised his sorry ass from the grave in which he rotted so pathetically. Mind you, from what Kain knew of Tanthis's history, his brains resided in his crotch so perhaps it was simply an oversight on Tanthis's part to even mention within the walls of this establishment, this tavern, which Kain was effectively owner, such an obvious utterance of ancient history, the insult so dubious and unoriginal.
For a moment the contemplation of ripping Tanthis's head from his shoulders and pounding his remains into pulp washed through Kain's system, fangs elongating and eyes becoming pools of midnights obscurity, then stilling himself he flicked his gaze upon Alexa, a twisted leer gleaming upon the blackened arches of his lips. Alexa exposing herself, in such delectable fashion, serving to offer ideas and Kain wanted to play a perverted game with Tanthis. It was either that or squeeze him like a boil on Baba Yaga's ass and wait until he popped, brains spattering like pus against the wall. But instead he would twist and manipulate, after all... Tanthis for all his posturings was still Tanthis.
A nod to one of his servants, sending them scuttling out the back to return with a small oak case, eyeing Tanthis, before he would stand turning to face Alexa, hands reaching forwards to grasp the front of her dress and with a single callous motion ripped it from top to bottom leaving her standing stark naked in the cool dimness. Such display not uncommon with the tavern walls as oftimes naked slave girls danced for the entertainment of the patrons, a sigh emerging twixt his lips, such lovely unblemished nipples awaiting the adornment he would be shortly placing upon their perfection.
Smirking darkly, turning his head to Tanthis for a moment, before lowering his haed and his tongue flicking out like a lash against the pink nubbin of her left breast to swirl, tantilise and stimulate, his dominance increasing so Alexa's pleasure would magnify a hundred fold before his fangs would elongated even further to their fullest extreme, points beyond razor sharpness dragging across the flesh before with a jerk of his head he would plunge a fang through the flesh just behind the nipple, piercing through then suckling on the sweet blood a moment before withdrawing, his tongue flicking against the now rock hard nipple in ever decreasing circles.
The right breast, eagerly awaiting his touch, his face turning to look at Tanthis with a sneer that to all intention would say... Balless one, don't you wish you were me, then tongue wrapping around her breasts most senstive peak, flicking, twirling, rubbing before again he would sink a fang deep through the flesh and suckle upon her essence. The tongue continuing to stimulate so pain and pleasure would blend into one, withdrawing his fang and turning to open the box, two golden rings and a small chain joining them, opening the clasps and pushing through the pierced holes, the heavy gold, cold to the touch, closing the clasps, allowing the chains weight to fall on the two rings through Alexa's nipples, the chain hanging low nearly to her navel...
Stepping back, looking her up and down, his gaze studying the nakedness of her flesh... then leaning close to whisper "Dance for us Alexa... dance as if you wanted ravishment more then life itself... Dance so that any man here would rage against his bodys betrayla, his manhood would threaten to rip the seams of his pants and his blood will boil as his balls threaten to explode..." He moved and sat his eyes turning to Tanthis, "Obnoxious and cursed Tanthis... Cursed by one god... enslaved by another. I may be cursed... but that is ancient history. Enslaved however... I doubt. Unlike you whom has fallen into death and only by the will of another even exists now in any form my choices are my own. You forget Tanthis... you owe your very existance to another... without whose will you would be as dust in the wind... ineffectual nothingness wailing without purpose or will. Unable to so much as scratch your ass, so whom is enslaved... who owes another their very life... a beggar has more freedom then you."
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A small gasp escaped Alexa's crimson lips as the front of her gown was ripped asunder. Standing now in midnight garters and thigh highs, balanced in her three inch heels, she found her hands gripping Kain's shoulders as he bit into her.
Her head flew back as her echo of pleasure and pain ripped thru her body. "AAAHHhhhhhhhhh". She rolled her head to the side to watch Tanthis' face as her naked body stood mere feet from his touch. A flicker in her mind reminded her of his touch from long ago... back when it was gentle if still unwanted....
As the weight of Kain's fangs released from her, she shivered and would have surely collapsed back into his seat had his arm not snaked out to grasp her wrist and hold her. Once stable he slid the gold slave rings into the now burning sensitive bleeding flesh of her breasts. The gold cool on the inside as well as without.
"Dance..." Had been Kain's order and without thinking, she did so. Her hips began to undulate to the music in the club and within a moment she was brushing her body against Kain's and then spinning easily from his grasp to step up on the low table between the men and dance in earnest.
Her midnight hair was soon loosed by a deft movement of arm and hand and cascaded down her back to brush over the porcelain alabaster of her back and buttocks. Her eyes, sultry with want, and glazed with control from Kain's hold on her, looked once more to Tanthis. She remembered his touch on her and with her own hands began to dance them over her skin as she watched him. It almost seemed as if she were reminding him of what he once had a thrown away.
Taking turns with each of the three men, she moved around in a circle to lock eyes with them each and use the tells of their own bodies to tell her where they wanted to see her hands dance. Once those three had been shown what she was capable of, she stepped from the table and began to weave in and out of the set of chairs on the dais. The men in the room soon turning to look, along with most of the women, and watch her as her hips swayed and her lips moved in almost silent invitation of things not promised but wished for.
She made sure her hands still continued to caress of Tanthis' shoulders as she moved behind him, as well as the shoulders of the one he had invited and Kain as well. Kain got the majority of the attention though. Her hands caressed his hair, his shoulders and at one point her body came to dance before him and her hands ran over his thighs pressing his knees apart that she might dance closer. But just as a small gasp would be uttered from an onlooker as they anticipated her next move, she would move once more and be out of reach.
Her own desires mixed with those around her and as Kain lifted his hold just a touch, she found she wanted to be given what most eyes and looks were offering... but she wanted it from just one person and he seemed uninterested...
... Kain... the one who held sway and control on her.
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[align=justify:a9ce1b1b0b]Ascending her hand to swipe away the nauseating image from her psyche, being repelled enough just by the imagination of Babushkaâs breath let alone the unsightliness of her visage; that beast was a demonic fumigation waiting to be discovered, perhaps it had been why hell itself had been silent for so long- they were all too scared to move just in case it attracted her attention and sheâd be all over them like white on rice. Then again, Baba wasnât known to wait for consent and well known for necrophilia- and even then the dead complained about the trauma of it. It was a good thing that Babushka Baba Yaga wasnât her actual great grandmother, it was more of a personification of being considered one of hellâs own⦠the hex came with the territory unfortunately of having Lilith as her mother and how the demonic pantheon worked⦠even though it make no sense whatsoever to those who were prone to analyzing structure. However, AtraâLamia took on more of a Vampiric personification.
If race had to be deciphered into understanding then this is where it rested. Deciphering the mysteries wasnât for some to ascertain themselves with and although Baba Yaga was indeed wise, that wisdom was rapidly falling from her grasp. Baba Yaga had seen her day; it was time to let sleeping dogs layâ¦so to speak. Sweeping the image away, in fact locking her from the frontiers of Atraâs mind for not even on the surface was Baba Yaga worth even a smidgen of her time. However, as Atra grinned heinously in the delta Hyperion, a sinister thought dawned over the most Machiavellian of minds- perhaps the old thunder witch could serve a purpose after all. A low chuckle thwarted the din of shades and swirling tempest that choired vociferously, a herald of hellâs hordes and the entire calamity of necromantic tongues lashing in wintry spite.
All it would take is a basic equation of exploitation of barriers and dimensional mathematics to pinpoint the main advantage for her to âpressâ ever so gently against the fabrics of akashic barrier unthreading the thin layers and filaments and pluck her from the clutches of that defiled and brittle Shadow Lord, Solathas. Decisionsâ¦decisions⦠the delicious derisions, savagely malevolent as they brewed eloquently only to surface on the face of obsidian like a black mirror in order to converse with demons or trapped spirits; much using the same extraction of technique that Trithemius had derived, infusing spirits into a planar object⦠then it was a manner of transgression to solid substance. Projecting Baba Yaga from one space to another, directing that presence to the location where Kain and Alexa occupied, and another familiar presence that only made Atra scowl with a macabre expression⦠Tanthis.
The deed would be done; no longer would the wretched tarnish the underworld, the corporeal world was far more deserving of rotting filth for it was already in the air of every mortal breath, lingering in the atmosphere with contaminated emanations. Smirking with dark sanguinity⦠a phrase of opiate words whispering into the winds âDonât be too cocky Tanthis⦠I havenât forgotten about you!!â Melancholic chortles vibrated twixt teeth, a pestilential hiss escaping over deadly ruby lips. Misanthropy and abhorrence dancing in the smoldering ashes burning within midnight pools, incandescent and ethereally illuminating as if spirits were trapped, screaming to commune but never receiving the benediction of harmony. Surging energies forth⦠as an ancient horror was once again released into the world⦠Baba Yaga. [/align:a9ce1b1b0b]
[align=center]As posted to Baba Yaga in 'Blackness'
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Raven was out on chilly cold night after visiting her best friend having a few beers and laughs. Watching movies just doing normal things like they always did. It was getting late and raven was starting to get tired its been a long day for her working then hanging out. She lifted up her hands into the air and stretch out her body it felt good to her. She walks over to the door and slips on her black long leather jacket slipping a hand under her hair and takes it out of the back and fixes the collar. She says her goodbyes to her friend and kisses her cheek before turning the door handle and tugging the door openâ Iâll catch ya later tell Chris his ass is in trouble when I see him okâshe chuckles and walks out of the house pulling the door close behind her
About five mins past as she walked the lonely dark streets she was starting to freeze pulling her jacket tighter in the front and zipping it up and slips her hands into her jacket pockets to keep them warm from her body heat. Things were alright nothing out of place she walked these streets a million times and never had any trouble but tonight for some strange reason she had a weird feeling as if someone was watching her. She would look over her shoulder time to time seeing no one there but she couldnât shake that feeling offâ Raven your over actingâ she says to herself as she kept walking. Then the hairs on the back of her neck started to stand like in the way you feel something creepy is coming she turns her body quickly only to be face with two men My my look who we got here men a nice pretty little girl alone on the streets The man laughs and moves closer to her. Raven puts out her hands in a way to block themâ I donât want any trouble guys you can have my whatever in my wallet just let be goâ she looks at them hoping maybe they would just let her leave
But she was so wrong one of the men grabs her arms from behind and holds her tightly she struggles to break free from the man graspâHelp!âshe screams hoping someone near by hears her and calls the gaurds the man punches her across her jaw busting her lip open blood oozing down her lip from the cut the man slips his hands into her pockets and takes the wallet removing the money and throws it to the ground.Thanks girly He smirks at her and nods his head the other man throws her down to the ground hard she looks up at them with hate in her eyes she was pissed the men look down at her as if they were going to do something else to her she waited until they got close she kicks her leg up hitting one in the balls he falls to his knees screaming in a high pitch voice she grins slightly at his pain.She gets up on her feet as fast as she could and runs for dear life the other man starts to run after her. She makes some turns down an alley and keeps running with the guy hot on her trail until she seeâs a bar sign thinking that would be the best place to be and finally be safe
She runs to the door and goes inside this place was a new to her she never seen or been to this place before.she brings up her hand to her busted lip and wipes whatever blood that was left on there.People were looking at her strangely she hated that walking over to the bar and sitting herself on a stool and rests her arms on the counter. One of the workers comes over to her she didnât really want anything but she asks for a beer and looks at one of worker of the place he was looking at her strangely"What haven't seen a girl with a bust up lip before?"she snaps at him not meaning to sound rude but she wasn't in the best of moods at that time.she looks down at the counter relaxing abit.She hears some people talk she turns her head and see a guy playing with a girl she cocks an eyebrowâ What the hell?â she says to herselfâ what kind of a place is thisâ She looks away before anyone notices that she was looking towards them
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Autoing Tanthis for the moment in the interest of keeping this thread moving... Sorry Tanthis but cant wait forever you know.
Tanthis had remained silent... thus for now until he chose to again speak he would be ignored, the dance of Alexa, potent and alluring, her nakedness reaching for every male within the tavern and some of the females as well... the slave chain so recently placed upon her, swinging from her breasts as she dancing, catching he light and reminding all of hr status, yet more tehn one would desire her and more tehn ones thoughts merged into the darkness with sufficient power to be heard. A smile creasing Kain's face as he studied her, then a scent reaching his nostrils... the scent of a human... the scent of rich and innocent blood...
The thought running through his head... 'Ahhhh sweet meat for Ankhnesmerira' then cocking his head as Alexa caught his eye and a slow smile percolated over his lips... the spoken word "Perfect" as he stood and winking to Alexa to continue her dancing and evalation of the magnificence of nudity he swiftly moved to the bar. Nodding to the barman, his mind reaching out in dominance, not enough to control teh girl, simply enough that she would feel calm and unstressed, he moved alongside her... "I am Kain... and this is... my tavern. It looks as if yor night has not been as pleasent as you hoped, so perhaps you would join myself adn my companion ove yonder" he pointed to where Alexa was dancing, naked and unashamed "The drinks are on the house, for I think perhaps you could use some."
The action that Kain did to Innocence Defiled is using the discipline of dominance. This allows him to control the minds of others and can be extremely powerful, and ordinary human and most vampires could not withstand it. However for the purpose here, he is only applying enough on Innocence that she would feel calmer, happy possibly and not even notice Alexa is naked. All he is trying to do is make Innocence feel as if she is safe amongst friends... for now lol.
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Alexa's hips gyrated in rythm to the club's music. It was if, somehow, the club was 'aware' of what was required of it and was doing just that... providing the provocative alurring music that was requested by its owner, Kain.
As Alexa moved closer to the man she knew would pay attention to her, Kain stepped around her and headed for the mortal female. Alexa's attentions then turned to the nearest male standing in awe by the dais.
Her fingers came down to caress his cheek, his lips constantly in need of moisturizing by his long tongue. His fangs showed white and inviting. If she had not been empathic, Alexa could have still felt the desire in him to embrace and own her in more than just the usual ways. As his long undead fingers of ebony lifted towards her, she spun easily out of reach and moved on to a female a few bodies away.
Once more the tease, the looks and the wanting touch... only to once more be a failed motion as she spun again to another.
As she came full circle to face Kain once more, she saw him pointing towards her, and as if on cue, she began to dance for him alone.
Hands caressing over her body as her eyes locked to the lovely creature at his side. Like any other mortal in the club, her heartbeat could be heard by anyone listening. And as Kain exuded his tender caress to her mind, that fluttering rabbit of a patter soothed to a calm wanting sound within the ears of those around.
The chains on her nipples rattled with a beckoning brilliance that helped add a near hypnotic affect to her movements drawing more towards her to form a small protective barrier around the dais. They all knew it was HIS domain, there in the center of the club, and knew better than to get closer, but the hands reached ever hopeful that they will get to touch the alabaster skin waving, moving, dancing and inviting...
... just out of reach.
I have spoken to Kain and am aware we will be posting the proper uses of disciplines. As I cannot find my books offhand, or remember (for the unlife of me) how the hell to do it, this post is merely a use of inate abilities. The desire in the room is palpable and even a mortal would feel the desire directed at them were roles reversed. And she assumed Kain wanted her to dance more, did not get a message mentally or anything. And the heartbeat, well she IS mortal, it would be a drum in all the undead heads. So there it is, discipline calls to come... A
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[align=justify:2de0e00cf3]Baba Yaga squealed in delight, she was going to get to play after all and would have to look her best to be able to swindle herself a new pet, a lil poppet to keep the cobwebs away and warn her bed on those clod blistering nights. Scuffling away from the wrought iron cauldron steadily brewing and bubbling with the strange concoction simmering away in the depths of green ooze and cabbage-onion sticking broths. She didnât care if the cauldron spilleth over, she was going for a night out on the town, kick her heels up and show the younginâs how its done, old Russian Witch style. Roman style, Chinese Style, Doggy style, it really did not matter. It was all German to her. Shuffling through the shadows like a parasite seeking a warm host, skipping in a macabre hip-displaced action that looked more animated than flowing and natural, then again there was nothing sanely right about this nasty piece of work, and nasty it certainly was.
Hobbling like a hobbit, shifting through rags to find a suitable garment for this belle to attend the ball, her Halloween best would be perfect, well it would have been if she hadnât of grown three times bigger since then. Nothing looked worse that a hideous old witch wearing a little black dress three sizes too small. Throwing off the tattered old grey number that had gathered so much dust it was amusing when a dust cloud filtered through the air causing a raspy cough to explode within Babaâs throat, the typical cough one would expect from a lifetime of tobacco inflictions. Phlegm gurgling up only to spat on the floor in a thick globule the colour of viscose-green, a lovely shade of noxious contamination from the rotting puss infected intestines beneath rotting flesh. Peel away the false mask only to reveal a more hideous masquerade, purifying rapidly beneath the shroud, and the scent of death and decay always her constant companion.
Beneath the garments was even yet something more horrifying to behold, bags of skin and calloused limbs raising question just what she had done in her many lifetimes to earn them in places were growths surely shouldnât be. Warts adorning warts, broken veins giving her appendages lovely intricate patterns of black and purple, like spider webs breaking all over her body. Pulling her undergarments on, hands tightening the girdle around her waist with a look of absolute exhilaration on her face, Black lips straining and eyes squinted and watered from the pressure, nearly having the last lace tied before all hell broke lose, literally. The bottom lace was the first to burst, then one by one they unleashed the beast from within, metal buttons popping, flying across the room as one hit against her black mirror shattering it behind repair. Baba Yaga taking a flying leap âIiiiiiii-Eeeeeeeeeeâ behind her four-poster bed and peering up from the black covers to watch as all mayhem breaks lose.
Shrapnel exploding from all quarters of the room, taking out vases, scrying devices and other odds and sods, her hands flying up into the air and waving about in a hilarious manner before covering her head, waiting for all to fall back to silence if she could ever be so lucky to call her existence, silent. Creeping out as the last breakable went âPOPâ, her naked form and dangly breasts sweeping over the floor like potatoes in twin sacks. Ass cheeks wobbling like two pigs fighting under a blanket under the girdle and suspenders. Gnarled hand reaching for the black shimmery dress and pulling it over her head while hands pulled out the long snake-like wreathes of her grey-knotted hair. Moving to the last mirror that remained in tact, looking around for anything that could resemble make-up, finding a crayon and colouring her lips in though making sure to go outside of the lines and not stay between.
Searching and scratching around for anything to resemble perfume, looking down towards the ground at her pet stink-smurtle, picking it up and applying two strokes then squeezing it as a foul gas protruded from the glands, spraying all over her face and neck. Satisfied and throwing the familiar to the floor, ducking down and bobbing about as Baba looked into the mirror and saw the epiphany that she was in fact the most beautiful woman anyone had ever seen, period, far more beautiful than Aphrodite and Isis put together, in all complete worth she was more glorious than Narcissi himself. Even if it was in her mind for in all of history it had been the homicidal maniacs that got laid the most. Slipping the black satin over cellulite encrusted shoulders, squeezing and squeezing to get the dress over her fat thunderous thighs, sticking her legs together as close as possible and crossing them in front of her to enable wriggling. Finally managing to get the damn gown on, it was bursting at the seams but she thought she looked like a really hot number.
Happy she was dressed for success, slamming the door shut behind her, grabbing âVoorsinkazâ that at first did not comply to the thought of her fat ass and smelly minge sitting on its shaft, trying to run away is a very difficult task to do when youâre a broom. Strangling it briskly and shaking a clawed finger at it, both hands gripping tightly, left leg forcing to be lifted and straddling the broom. âZZZZRRRROOOOMâ off into the wintry night sky. Baba could travel by means of teleportation but she liked the old fashioned ways. This was going to be a night for all to remember, the men especially, it had been a long time since she had a strapping young man in her arms, lips puckered to kiss sweetly and memorably. Hopefully some of them would be desperate enough to let her maul them into submission, and have her evil ways with their lovely, young, fresh bodies. [/align:2de0e00cf3]
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His exile had taught him a great deal of things, and usually he would avoid places such as this. It was unavoidable though because Mobius was hunting his redemption. If cautiousness would not have outweighed his general sense of things, he would have noticed how familiar the occupants of this particular domicile, in fact, were. Instead his energies were directed on to himself, a barrier ever so subtle but extremely potent covered his body from head to toe. The barrier surrounding him was one of perception. Unless the powerful entities pried to get past it, they would only feel the heart beat of mortality, the smell of untainted blood and flesh, and most importantly his identity would seem unimportant. But most of the time, those who looked upon him, did not look hard enough to notice the layer of protection surrounding him.
There was nothing remarkable about his clothing. He wore black, of not material to make note of, and his face was covered with a fine dark beard hiding his most recognizable features. Those crimson brown glared down at the ground as he made his way into the building in which he had assumed to be a gathering place for the type of the person he was looking for. Mobius raven black hair laying over his face, thickly skewing his vision, but he made no motion to move it. The most observant amongst them might notice a piece of the mark upon his forehead when he risked a glance toward the naked form of Alexa, although it would take special circumstance for them to able to identify the mark with the careful way he hid it beneath the tendrils of raven colored hair.
He knew the mistake he had made coming here, as the familiar voices began to fill his head. His awareness growing around him, he panicked for a moment, glancing back towards the door. Though the feeling that he had about walking back towards that door made him uneasy, instead he walked to the bar keeping his head down until he no longer worried about those behind him being able to see him.
"Something strong," was all that would escape his lips in a quiet manner, hoping to avoid detection long enough to make a unnoticed walk toward the door. Though, he knew somewhere within him that this was not about to happen. A sigh would escape his lips, as the the barman brought him his drink. The taste of it was awful, it stank of alcohol, and it was perfect. Mobius sat, nursing that drink at the bar, hoping that his unease was unfounded.
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Shaine stepped over and passed through the threshold; and into the club proper. Prismatic blue eyes adjusted to what sources of light there was; the pupils ever and slowly expanding, reaching out and his perception dilating; and listening to the music, random bits of conversation, here and there, with his sense of hearing. Two out of five were in play. Perhaps if luck were on his side; he might get a chance to use the others? " Don't sell yourself short," he said to himself with a gingerly amount of breath. Now the question he had to ask himself was: What was he doing, and why? Was there a reason? No, he didn't need one; it looked as if this was the place to be. Good music; dark atmosphere. He wasn't quite sure on the quality of the alcohol; but that would change in time, if he felt like a drink. For the time being; he would find himself meandering.
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[align=justify:5952d108e1]ââ¬ÂGrimalkinââ¬Â¦Grimalkin, wherefore art thou my Grimalkin!!ââ¬Â chortling on baited onion fetid breath. The wind whistled between the gaps of her teeth, gums chattering, jowls flapping in the breeze like fluttering shutters slamming against the bulwarks of profanity. Wrinkled withered cheeks puffing out only to be sucked back against her skull, withdrawn as if sucking on a sour lemon, her broom whizzed through the storm-induced heavens. Unholy scythes of erratic golden lancers piercing the virginal hymens like rupturing philistines. Strident while the tridents stabbed the black bowels of Morpheus eager to be ruptured by her protruding phallus of flying might. Sodomizing with a broom always caused giggles of a deviant maniac from the cauldron of Baba Yagaââ¬â¢s throat. Gurgling, wheezing, and gargling at the dung-bug she had just crunched between her teeth, filling her mouth with a peppery gut-cochineal flavor, and then swallowing. Tasty treats, anyone would think it was Halloween.
Spitting out the legs with a loud ââ¬Âptttcchhhhhha!ââ¬Â tone that coughed and spattered into the elements, hopefully it wouldnââ¬â¢t rain otherwise she may melt. That was the reason Baba never bathed, after hearing about the stupid wicked witch of the west that had got wasted by a pail of nice frosty wet-stuff and didnââ¬â¢t want to take her chances, just to be precautious. The musky smell was her own bouquet, specially brewed between the thighs, sweaty, moldy, and mossy with the longest pubic hairs anyone had ever seen. A hairy minge and an itchy crotch always attracted the Goblins. They always came sniffing at her front door even sometimes the back door looking for extra cheese or sour cream to have with their kraut, they may have been ugly little fuckers but at least they were vicious in the sack, even though sometimes she had to nab them with a sack and beat them against a tree trunk before theyââ¬â¢d submit to the sexiness that was Baba. For her, there was never any trouble getting those little black brownies between the dirty sheets but getting an actual man had proven to be very difficult, indeed. Couldnââ¬â¢t they handle a real woman?
Zipping and zooming through the ethereal shroud, having been given permission to travel between the worlds thanks to her lovely great grand-daughter who held sway over such things. Disgusted at her beauty, though to Baba, Atra was anything but beautiful, it was her that was beautiful, even if it was in the mind of the caster. All men begged to differ, oh how they positioned themselves just to try and earn affection or sexual urges fulfilled. What Baba wouldnââ¬â¢t give to have men drool at her feet. Kiss and suck on her toes like a delicious banana. Nothing was delicious about Babaââ¬â¢s feet, yellow long toenails abundant with toe-jam and creepy crawlies slithering from between the carbuncles and warts grubby from centuries of dirt and sneaking around in the forest, treading in animal excrement and all the grotesque things found in the most suspicious of places. Would this be her lucky night?
Flying through the sky, the crooked black silhouette against the full moon, swiftly descending to land on both feet, whipping the broom out from between her legs, a painful groan escaping before throwing it carelessly into a bramble brush, concealing it from the prying eyes of mortal idiots, or any idiot for that matter, sure enough there was plenty of them trying to get all horny and handy with the wenches inside the tavern. Nothing new, the same whores and same desperate faces that frequently imparted attentions from more worldly women, like herself, the men had no taste, no class in this world and her saddened her black little heart to near bleeding. The first thing was to make herself beautiful, hands rising and covering her face before sweeping back over long snake-like strands of grey hair, revealing the illusion of flawless beauty. The picturesque features of her great grand-daughter Atraââ¬â¢Lamia, her luscious ravenesque black hair and sinuous limbs that men craved to lick with their tongues. She would look exactly like Atra, no difference except for the conflictive eminence and potency that Atraââ¬â¢Lamia possessed.
Black dress that struggled to fit around fat, flabby figure now fitted snug over svelte, small figure, though the type of style not kindred to Atra, nor was the walk as elegant and fluent as Atraââ¬â¢s who seemed to glide and bring hypnotic attention to those swinging hips. Babaââ¬â¢s walk was more staggered and hardly lady-like or Goddess-like at all, but Baba kept it hidden by intermingling with the crowd and walking or talking as little as possible. Entering the tavern, silvery-chromatic eyes instantly falling on the naked bird ~Alexa~ on the dance floor ââ¬ÂSlllllllluttttttt! Alvays surrounded by sllllllutttttttz. Bah!ââ¬Â pushing past a group of males, nearly tripping over but grabbing one of them by the short and curlies, right up the kilt. Chuckling then pretending an apology, weakly. Oh, ââ¬Ëcuse me, I thoughttttttttt I saw a viper poke itssssss head owttttttt anââ¬â¢ wink at meh! Betterrrr guarrrrd that trouser snakeeee, ye neverrrr know what mongoose is arrround to fuck it!.ââ¬Â At first the youthful male smiled when seeing the beauty of this woman but soon cringed at the strangeness of her voice in comparison to the face, an old voice belonging to a glorious body seemed too eerie for words. He simply stepped to the side as a cold cringe rippled from the base spine right to the nape of his neck.
Moving to the bar, stopping against a man who hid his face ~Mobius~. Knowing she looked like Atra flashed a cold smile while demanding a drink to the stunned waiter, her voice wasnââ¬â¢t that of Atraââ¬â¢s, but who was here to know the difference? Slamming back the absinthe and commanding another with a brisk rap against the wood. Turning around to see the lovely visage of Kain and some other beastie looking male ~Tanthis~ she hadnââ¬â¢t seen before. The only think Baba hoped for was that the real Atra had no intention of attending this little shindig, otherwise sheââ¬â¢d really be in the poop.[/align:5952d108e1]
[align=center]Summary
1. Baba Yaga has entered the tavern.
2. She is now the exact replica of Atraââ¬â¢Lamia except for her voice and the way Atra moves.
3. Seen Alexa dancing naked and referred to her as a slut. ~Baba Yaga is just an old troll~ LOL
4. She is standing right beside Mobius and flashed him a smile.
5. Noticed Kain & Tanthis.
6. Still standing at the bar.
7. Permission given to use the appearance of Atraââ¬â¢Lamia by consent of her typist, Dy.
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He had glanced towards the entrance when a ghastly shiver had gone down his, but straight away, he knew something was amiss. Though, he had turned back to mind his own business, his thoughts were reeling. âI have been gone for a very long time,â he thought to himself. After a moment or two, she hobbled or staggered her way beside him, and he knew deep down inside of himself that this was not her. Then she smiled at him, and he smiled to himself at the irony of it all.
There he stood with his shame, his banishment, hidden beneath the cascade of raven black hair. His crimson eyes focused upon the faux Atra as she looked directly at Tanthis yet made no move to remove him from sharing this very plain of existence. Every bit of it was wrong, but he could nothing else but chuckle lightly to himself and order another, his silken tones still every bit as potent as they were years ago, âPlease,â he said pointing down to the empty glass. Mobiusâ humor betrayed him as he smirked towards the barkeep, âAnd one for her as well.â
While he was not aware what was under this façade, he had every intention to make this as humorous to himself as possible. What more did he stand to lose, after all? Still, he felt the hilt of the âdaggerâ pressing against his calf, itâs not like he was helpless. The barkeep would return with their drinks, setting one before each of them. Mobius could not fight the distinct feeling that he was playing with fire.
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[align=justify:92a938b719]Already the disguise had proven effective for usually men ran, or committed suicide yet here she stood at the bar beside her handsome prince, and a drink had been bought for her. Such charm, such interest and if her little hornbag kept up this behaviour then Baba was in for a good time tonight. She wouldnât just be riding her broom home. Turning to the tender, left eye drooping in a slow come hither wink, never letting a chance go by, the thick guttural Russian accent enunciating her drink of choice. âAbsssinthhhe. Leave the bottleâ her face turning to Mobuis in the sultriest of come hither smiles as she uttered âAnd keep ttthatt sss-ugah ccomink Ppprettty Boy!â
A devious glint forming in her chromed translucent eyes as the tip of pink tongue popped forth to slowly trace around the opening of her lips towards Mobius, then as her drink arrived and was lifted to her lips, tongue extending further to run around the circumference of the glasses rim with a loud Slurping sound. Left hand extending forth to reach for the bowl of sugar cubes taking one, hand snaking back to dip the sugar cube in the absinthe before tracing it against the sallowed ripeness of her breast, then moving to place the cube against Mobuisâs lips. âHave you evvver ssseen sssuch firmmm rrripe pppeachesss befffore. Nottt evvven I in my prime evvvverr hadt sssuch titttsss asss gut assss theeze. Youâre the boy, vat do you thinkkk Eh?â
The next words would expel in rapid procession, the staccato resonance near unintelligible âVudyerloiketertotchthem?â As the last syllable exploded, from deep in her chest arose a staticy, crawling sensation laden with ancient and cavernous echoes that would rattle through the tavern with a cacophonous dread inciting fear in all the occupants, causing them to spin around for the witches cackle that roiled throughout the tavern would set teeth on edge, cause the sensation of spiders crawling over flesh, shatter glass and cause menâs testicles to be sucked up into their stomachs.[/align:92a938b719]
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Shaine didn't pay any attention to his surroundings; or was he. His back was to a wall; his head was bowed with his chin almost touching against his chisled chest; his arms were crossed and lounged with a languid expression. Except for the rise and subtle fall of his chest as he breathed in and then exhaled; the only other movement; was the twitching of his fingers as they moved and his left heel tapped against the floor to the beat of the music. His eyes, however, darted back and forth, from side to side, looking with that shifty eye motion through masculine lashes in a half mast gesture. He kept to himself for the time being; watching those that were coming and going; those that interacted with one another at the bar. It was amusing to say the least. " Never a dull moment," he said to himself quietly; his voice drowned out by the blast beats.
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The sound horrendous, as if someone had squeezed a cat until its entrails burst and extruded from its ears, then a gobbet of something revolting hitting the floor and running off shrieking to bounce off walls and knock over several large glass jars filled with the things your mother said would get you if you were a bad child. Away from where stood something that at first glance looked like a pile of rotting hessian sacks, then it moved. A snorting snuffling sound then muttering, "Better out then in as my old mam used ter say... But I don't remember my snot being so damned lively, down you little ball of snot... down I tell yer" Several swats later and the floor now crawling, oozing and bubbling in a fashion that threatened to explode the snotty gobbet was dead, flattened then scooped up, eyed and popped back into the toothless? well it would have been except for a shattered shard of what may have once been a chicken bone poking own in the centre of the upper gum, mouth to be chewed with relish... "Waste not want not" tee hee hee The cackle followed by a rasping cough resulting in another gobbet flying out and bouncing off the wall and into the boiling cauldron that she tended.
"Bugger... oooops" the sudden sound of savage bubbling, the figure uttering "Oh shit, that's not right" then lurching to try and find somewhere to hide, finally settling on pushing an ancient wooden table over and trying to crouch behind it. The cauldron foaming, bubbling madly, the contents with a life of their own then silence... a pregnant silence causing the sole witness to raise her head and eye the cauldron maleficiently just in time for the damned thing to explode... The contents flying directly upwards to stick to the low, cobwebbed ceiling, glaring back at her with a single bloodshot eye and waggling something that looked suspiciously like a horses penis in her direction... "So that's where that thing went... come to momma you ungrateful piece of flaccid phallus." Standing and hoping the mixture would fall back into the cauldron below, "Now what was I doink... was it dinner or trying to make a man... my memory oi oi oi. She is bad." The thick glutinous mass pulsing then slowly loosing its tenuous hold on the ceiling then before it could fall safely back into the cauldron, the cauldron sprouting little legs and running off, the mass falling directly into the fire below.
"NOOOOOOO, you freaking perverted piece of cast iron devilry. How dare you run... how dare you spoil my brew" Standing and lurching out from behind the protection of her table, stalking towards it waving a filthy wooden spoon. "So help me, I've a mind to turn you into a twat tickler you miserable piece of sheeeit" With every step, what at first glance looked like dandruff drifted down to the floor from between her legs, but it was nothing serious, only dead crabs... and huge flakes of desiccated skin with the odd long curly grey hair mixed in. Her free hand dropping to scratch the scabrous crotch hidden beneath the filthy hessian. "Oooooh the itch needs a scratchin'" momentarily forgetting her wayward cauldron as a thick and frightening chuckle emerged then "Oooooh, thatsa good, I need someone else to do my scratchin' hell, I'd settle for a midget with a two inch tongue, even a leper who could leave the tip" again that horrific chuckle.
As she stood scratching, more flakes and crabs fell into a small pile beneath her then from nowhere a sudden thought... "Hang on a minute, my cauldron don't go walkin' unless one old hag is out in the world." Reaching into the filthy, heaving mess on the floor and withdrawing the horse penis which twitched once, then went limp as it was placed into the slavering mouth and gnawed upon while the witch pondered this new turn of events, her single (imitation) tooth stabbing uselessly into the flesh and lips trying to hold the stream of greenish drool in. Eyeing the cauldron, hobbling over to lean close and whisper, her voice coarse with age, "Baba Yaga" then cackling as the cauldron screamed like a banshee and ran straight into the wall shattering in the process into a million pieces. It had never forgotten the ancient thunder witches using it for a toilet one night when they had been drunk on fermented newts piss. "Hah... where are you old bag... I knew it were you" Turning rapidly feet slipping in the mass on the floor, falling backwards, legs flying up exposing something that would shrivel men to permanent impotence, cause woman to miscarry, birds to fall dead out of the sky and a hundred years of drought in whatever direction it was pointed. An 'oooomph as she hit the floor then a fart, long and sonorous, so thick it was visible as smoke, catching alight as it hit the smouldering remnants of fire, shooting Sycorax head first into the nearest wall with a thud. "Oi" she shook her head after the thud "That's a goodun, must do that again sometime, haven't had so much fun since I went bouncy bouncy on that pretty blind man..."
A dreamy expression crossing the scabby, filth encrusted face, the matted hair writhing with things that crawled, maggots, centipedes and the odd spider as she allowed herself to reminisce. "Now where was I... Oi... Baba Yaga..., now where is that looking glass" standing slowly, cracking her wrists, neck, back, hips, knees and anything else that moved, turning to see the dust covered mirror, withered hand rising to wipe the dust off then uttering "Mirror mirror on the wall, whose the fugliest of all..." waiting as the mists formed then parted showing the face of... wait, that didn't look like Baba Yaga, but it had to be, for only Baba Yaga could topple Sycorax from her position, but this one looked young and juicy... it even had ripe titties and the little black number it wore, well no way could Baba Yaga fit in that tiny piece of fabric... What interested this hag more though, was the woman was in a tavern and there were men, sweet juicy men, men who could be used for food, or sex, or food, or SEX... "Well this is a mystery... methinks is time to venture forth... Come hither broom" She waited, her broom not appearing... "I said Come Hither Broom" her voice going up a notch at teh disobedience of her mode of travel. Finally "COME HITHER BROOM OR I'LL USE YER FOR A SEXTOY" her broom appearing, jittering and twitching like a spastic vibrator at this threat. It didnât help that Sycorax never washed in her existence, it didn't help her minge having mange and smelling worse then a dead cats ass on a hot summers day, nor did it help that she had never wiped her ass since the day she was born and weighed over three hundred pounds. [Lets face it folks, the broom was scared to death, but compared to being used by her as a sextoy... well anything was better]
Straddling the broom, bony finger pointing to her door from beneath her filthy robes... "Onwards old broom, tis time we go and spy out the old hag... take me hither to where the hag does play." The broom giving off a smell like rotten eggs then slowly lifting her form from the floor and moving out the door into the night, Sycorax cackling madly as she began the flight to find the answer to this conundrum...
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What had he gotten himself into? His eyes glanced down briefly, stifling a smile. It betrayed him in the form of a smirk growing over his features. âOh yes, they are lovely,â he swallowed hard to choke down the alcohol in his glass. She was insane, of course. It was beginning to make sense to him. That was why she was willing to take on the form Atra. She was absolutely insane. Mobius was beginning to worry about the amount of attention she was drawing over towards him. He accepted the taste from his lips, as would be expected of him.
He had gathered that she was not as young as she had wanted the patrons to believe, and Mobius was slowly gathering the purpose of all of this. The acidic taste in his throat was had to be forced down again. His eyes darted backwards as she bellowed out the final syllable of her question, really wishing he could throw his hands over his face at this point. Rather, stone-faced, he faced forward looking over the bar as she was beginning to make his skin crawl and that was no small feat.
He needed to escape this gracefully, and the smile turned over his face as he turned about to face the room still talking to Baba Yaga, âYou know, itâs pretty bleak in here. They all look so desperate,â they he spotted Shaine, âlike him.â He pointed toward Sanguine Divinity. âHe looked desperate and depressed, like he just lost a love. I bet you, he is just looking for a warm bed to crawl in.â The silver tongue tones of Mobius, as suggestive as they had ever been. He would shrug and turn back to the bar, wondering is she would take this out.
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You ever get that sudden sensation; that rush of something unexplained of the unknown; that finger of a chill that slowly caresses up the back of your spine. Slowly dragging that nail of a sixth sense up toward the brain; and when it its; it hits like an explosion of sudden thought, and everything becomes still and clear and for that one moment something seems amiss. Shaine had that feeling as the eyes of one particular being at the bar ( Mobius ) pointed is gaze in his direction. He made no gestures that betrayed the fact he knew he was being looked upon; he kept his calm and collective demeanor. Yet there was no bleak or desperation within his present attitude. Fingers continued to tap to the beat. One of which; upon his left hand; was adorned with a silver ring, set with a few small diamonds. That said object was a barrier never meant to be crossed and a symbol that he was not accepting desperate hard-luck cases and would be left-overs.
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He just sat there looking at Atra, nodding slightly in acknowledgement then sigs. He look to his father's greyish minion who's name for some reason has momentarily escaped him and narrows his eyes at the creature. As he glares at his minion, he feels a sudden urge to destroy the thing. But instead he merely closes his eyes, "so my father sent you to follow me?, perhapse he has a message for me? wll out with it then begone from my sight". The greyish creature smirks at that and nods. (creature speaking). The creature grins as he speaks in a language only very few people could understand 2 of those few are at the table now himself being one and Atra being the other. "your father sent me as a gift it is my hope that you will accept me". Tanthis just laughs at the creature and leans forward speaking very quietly in the same language as the creature/ "It is more likely that he has sent you to spy on me but that matters not i may find you useful." He replies and leans back as if considering taking the minion or "returning" it to his father.
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~Genevieve~
Most people make exciting entrances when coming in to a tavern such as this. However she was perhaps too young, or perhaps just didnât care enough to flaunt the power she had. Stepping inside the open door a set of stormy blue eyes speckled with grey searched the room and a smirk settled against thin pale lips. She was not the bell of the ball in any means she was actually pretty average when it came to appearance. She lacked in the breast area, didnât have legs for days, and while her hair was dark it was more brown then black. She was lean, but not skinny, perhaps even awkward a times. Yet she carried herself well and kept her chin high. The persona she gave off was enough to get heads to turn her way, at least she thought. Confidence is key, at least some people say that. Long locks fell against her back in a messy wave of strands that werenât sure if they wanted to curl or just lye straight. A maids dress was the one she had stolen, or barrowed from a woman passing by that would no longer need it. It was tan in color, laced up the back and fell long against her legs. The sleeves were long and the neckline low cut, however she didnât have much to display, but she filled the dress rather nicely. A few of her kind had looked sideways at her sire the day he brought her in to town, yet there was something about her, even they said it after she talked among them for a few minutes. Seating herself at a lone table she glanced towards the bar and searched for a tender, knowing already that she would probably have to serve herself. Then slowly those dark eyes scanned the room, inspecting the patrons within the tavern. Adjusting her dress she attempted to keep her shoes hidden, they were boys boots, covered in mud and showing her lack of etiquette when it came to such things. She was in dire need of adoption perhaps, considering she was so young and abandoned by her sire or any really that would be able to teach her. Yet she was a fiery girl, that was easy to see as she smirked the entire time she glanced around, seemingly daring any who thought they might have a shot.
I will make a new account asap, I just wanted to get a post up.
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[align=justify:39d07e0624]Pleasures entwined sinuous curves swathed in the constrictive tourniquet of ebony leather and black silver clusters of black roses adorning the tiers wrapped around svelte hips. Black leather and milky porcelain adding to the scenery of midnight and moonlight caressing limbs and the slender length of her katana âLaâl az al Duzankhâ adumbral against meshki-piceous bandages and flesh. Her lithe body tingled in anticipation, the thoughts and possibilities of what things lurked hidden behind the ruse of jovial drunken laughter and exuberant lively melodies. Scents wafting through the ambiance of stale booze, tobacco and cheap perfume⦠reminiscent of the old days when Atra ventured to the taverns only to up the death count or sinister transactions.
It was the one thing sorely pined, but the name would never be spoken to the winds for he himself had burned that bridge by going to the arms of a liar and imposter⦠such a downward spiral for one as great as he. Sad times indeed. But those days had passed and now only what was before her and tangible within her own hand is what mattered now, she had long turned her back on the name that was indeed what the title gave it⦠a dark curse on her eclipsed brow. A name long bereft of Atraâs respect for it had proven or shown nothing more than a farce⦠nothing but lies built upon lies creating a pillar that will only crumble in time with the erosion of fabricated belief.
Why would one as great topple with the rest who donât have the capacity to realize they are the only true reason for their fall. Infidels prattling old stale words when opulence could have been theirs, instead they chose to squalor it. Then again, trash was always deserving of maggots. A befitting adage, artistic cynical prose delving through the labyrinths of the psyche only to clash against the physical pall like stars against the heavens or a murder of ravens in harangue necrosis. Sanguine apertures parted to allow a raspy chuckle to plume, nigrescent umbrageous eyes possessing no reflection or mirrored-images in the depths of parallel diversity. Void of all emotion, plagued with death and her victimâs beleaguered butchery.
Defined nose lifting nigh into the fog-induced elements, inhaling deep to take in those intermingling fragrances of not just the obvious but also those familiar hiding behind the materialistic façade of lower appeal, inauspicious for them, Atra was not so ascetically deceived. Snickering as eyes coursed over the wooden sign steadily flapping in the talons of tempest. The painted imagery of a dark cloaked silhouette bearing the scythe with the name carved in cracked faded sallow âWeeping Reaper Tavernâ. Rivulets of ravenesque cascades stroked back and away from chiseled features, achromatic immaculate complexion illuminated in the melancholy light produced from the moon twixt slate velveteen clouds. Cerise embouchement pursed in macabre simper, ivory-daggers resting against the sumptuous symmetry of rubicund lips⦠like blood lapping the snow.
Delights danced over taste-buds. Atraâs tongue licked seductively, epicurean over hankering lower aperture as mind soaring with all those senses and sensations. Especially those who should have remained⦠exiled, gone and forgotten. Attention swayed, nose scrunching in disgust at the foul malodorous mephitis of the âBone Motherâ, her voice whispering in self confirmation⦠âMy, my Babushka⦠arenât we apathetically sexually challenged this evening! You should have stayed in your hovel, applying the ointment for that gonorrheal conditionâ¦nasty old battleaxe!.â Chuckling low in heartfelt amusement, whatever poor misguided fool was in her diseased insane clutches would surely pay quite an excruciating ill-fated price for their misfortune.
What could not be discarded was that Babushka would certainly teach them a new thing or two, willingly or not and Atra wouldnât miss this theatrical burlesque entertainment provided by the old witch and the juicy apple of her eye and affection. Walking through the two large oak doors elaborately engraved with scenes from ancient battles, ebonite eyes glancing over the patrons in a rather condescending manner. Atraâs left slender raven-brow arching with bemused curiosity at Alexa dancing around naked in vicarious provocation as her hands erratically exploring the sensual arches of her body. Pierced nipples, chains clinking, hips pulsing steadily in fluid movement to bewitch and entrance her audience. Her arms crossing over the taut leather bodice, black mirrors glaring with heinous discord only to halt on the bulky figure attempting to be obscure in the smoky shadows of the tavern, watching the show attentively.
Lo and beholdâ¦did she happenstance upon a Tanthis⦠it was about time he slithered out of his hole and perhaps pondering about venturing into another? Would she give him five seconds to leave or start a new dance all of her own; one he would enjoy far less and would result in him being headless or even more hilariously headless and dickless? Snorting with a denigrating compulsion that rose with forced breath from the back of her throat and upwards through the nostrils, forcing the timbre as it accentuated {insultingly} {sarcastically} {scornfully} for all to hear who cared to heed. It had always been a âgiftâ to captivate attention even when not seeking it, never wanting it, never needing it to steady her own poise and daunting graces.
From across the floor, closer to the bar⦠stoic guttural caterwauling erupting with squelchy cacophony, wet with spittle and festering puss from gullet decomposed with age and dust. Seems this old cat had caught itself a pretty little canary⦠sauntering from behind Baba Yaga who strangely resembled Atra. Had she taken it upon herself to place visionary illusions to be more appealing to the opposite sex, another amusing paradox, and to Atra it was hardly flattering⦠and certainly not endearing. Pulling the energies around her tightly, extracting them as if knitting shadows only to reverse the implosion from within as if working an invisible shroud around her slender figure, a cocoon of sorts to put it into simpler terms.
Fading subtly from visibility and perception except for the sensation of an ominous presence, smothering the atmosphere as if hands were slowly choking their throats⦠those who were mortal that is. For now, she would only observe the interaction between Baba Yaga and who looked like Mobius from a distance, and this would be investigated promptly, however, in Atraâs regard no amount of punishment could be worse than the intentions Babushka obviously wanted to lavish upon him. Since there was another Atra present why not sit back and watch the sparks fly? Everyone was wrapped up in their own business and personal interactions, so ignorant and blissfully oblivious. [/align:39d07e0624]
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1. Entered into the tavern and noticed Alexa dancing naked provocatively and Tanthis off in his own little world. [EDITED]
2. Noticed that Baba Yaga is impersonating her.
3. Cloaked herself so that none would notice her there.
4. Recognizes that the male interacting with Baba Yaga may be Mobius.
5. Observing for the moment.
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Some things were simply beyond explanation and much of what transpired within the Weeping reaper qualified right at this instant⦠Tanthisâs obvious lack of reaction to divine female flesh⦠oblivious to the swaying sexuality, his interest on his minion only and Kain raising an eyebrow in a twisted quirk, wondering if Tanthis had slid over the edge and now batted for the other team⦠no longer interested in female flesh, but enjoying far more⦠masculine company. Shaking his head before laughter could explode for Kain found this highly amusing.
Kain turning his attention from Tanthis, if he wanted his little Tete e Tete with his fathers minion, Kain really didnât need to know the details, and swung his eyes back over the form of Alexa, the golden slave chain swinging wildly, doing delicious things with her nipples, hand reaching to take that of Raven, to lead her further into the Tavern. Another entering⦠male and mortal [Mobius], and Kain smiled, his lips parting slightly revealing his fangs⦠âMy my⦠what a feast displays tonight, mortal company so rareâ nodding to his guards to watch this one, for he as a mortal would be flesh for the table, his blood if strong enough poured in sacrifice to one greater then himself. Another male⦠silent for now, but leaving curiosity as to what he was in Kainâs mind, another little mystery.
The door opening and⦠The Mistress walking in⦠Kainâs eyes widening, then hooding over, voice dying t nothing before he could speak⦠It looked like Ankhnesmerira, well from a distance if you were drunk as a maggot⦠but thatâs as close as it went. The skin held a glow of disease, the walk, ungracious, more a stagger and the voice⦠that voice was definitely not that of the most refined and wondrous. In fact⦠somewhere in the pits of Kainâs mind he knew that voice but as yet simply could not place it. Watching her closely as she moved across and hit straight on the mortal at the bar [Mobius] raising a hand to make sure the tender fed the pair out of the special bottle, laden with the most effective aphrodisiacs known. Kain wanted some amusement and that would do.
Turning back to where he was leading Raven, stopping in front of a table where sat a woman, head cocking to one side as he studied her⦠a chylde⦠young in her embrace by her scent and the taste he perceived⦠the wafting odours coming from the one using Atraâs form making it difficult for his sense of smell to function. Lips parting as eyes penetrated, not choosing for now to extend disciplines further⦠âMay we join youâ¦I am Kain⦠this is my, establishment and you areâ A gesture to Alexa, as he sat without waiting any response, the sudden onset of an icy chill rising his spine to make the hair on the back of his neck stand up⦠a presence, long remembered, then fading, a sigh falling from blackened lips for it seemed only wishful thinking, a gesture to a tender to come and seek what drinks were required. Having sat Raven to his left and waiting for the sensually dancing Alexa to make her way over.
1. Kain is pondering if Tanthis now likes boysâ¦
2. He has noticed Mobius and not pentetrated Mobiusâs illusion of being mortal, snack food in a vampire / monsters Tavern
3. He has seen Baba Yaga and perceived its not Atra, but is not going to say a word, he is curious and besides, looks like Mobius needs some good lovinâ
4. He has moved himself and Raven to where Ambika⦠is sitting and sat down at the table there
5.When Atra entered he thought he felt something, but as it faded put it down to wishful thinking
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[align=justify:bbc442ebab]Pulling down the garment to expose those firm mounds of sheer delicacy, even if it was only an illusion and the flesh wasnât as perfectly ashen to that of Atraâs, the old witch couldnât get it right every time, that just used too much energy and Baba was a lazy gasbag at best. Shoulder shuffling to get closer to Mobius with those delicious funbags just screaming for attention, nibbles erect from the icy air, not many guys ever get to feast their eyes on such a banquet. Just she couldnât help that the skin oozed with a strange greyness under the surface and the skin was already beginning to flake and peel, crumbling off like snowflakes to land in front of his boots in a small pile between his feet. A gift for the needy, maybe later she scrapes them up and prepare for him a lovely broth to warm his cold bones just before she jumped them. It was a lovely though even if sheâd be the only one who truly enjoyed herself. In her mind, he would come back every night for a taste of the old Borscht or Ukha, he would be her lover, if she chose him to be, magic can create the most tantalizing of mischiefâs.
It was then that a familiar stench alerted the senses, hell she smell her stench from a million miles away and some, that old hellwench Sycorax was lurking somewhere in the sewage of her own filth, living in her own shame. What a stinky hell-hole that must be and Baba knew there wasnât enough room for two witches, and she had already staked her claim on this pretty canary of a man. âThou mewling crook-pated dewberry and a urchin-snouted varlet!â Baba muttered through crooked rotted teeth, the sound spitting and fizzling with ill-contempt. â Thou droning bat-fowling flirt-gill, qualling rough-hewn ratssssssbane, the gleeking ill-breeding sssssss-strumpet. Bah!â Toutâdâtout, Baba had to fight the urge to hit the young man over the head with the absinthe bottle, shrink him to pea-size and run off with him in her clack-dish. Shuddering with delight at the idea crossing her ancient mouldy maggot pie that was her brain.
Casually looking over to the direction of the other young handsome man, wriggling her eyebrows at him, maybe she could have a threesome with these two lovely specimens? Giggling with excitement and gesturing to the man with a beckoning hand and devious smile, patting the stool right beside her heathen corseted black busty frame. Surely as miserable as he looked, he wouldnât find a pretty penny that she. Smiling sweetly, though making her appear more out of place and odd, features stretching beneath the smaller mask, showing the difference of size between the real Atra and that of Baba Yaga. Purple spider-veins popping beneath the flesh, again mumbling to herself knowing fully well that Sycorax could hear her, spying on her from the dabbling neophyte ability of her fleeing cauldron and exploding potions. â Ruttish elf-skinned flap-dragon, BBB-BEGONE! Bah, puking swag-bellied ccccanker-blossomâ
Beautiful face crunching up as one side of her face fell away revealing the cankerous features beneath, hands scrambling to pull it back up in futile attempt, grabbing some other fools shirt and sticking it over her head âOiiii eeeeee-ow! Iâm allergick to the peanutzzzzzzzz! Tayke âem avay⦠tayke âem avay! OOoOoOo eeeeeee-owwwwww-oiiiiiiiâ gnarled hands reaching for the other young manâs head [sanguine] and the one who brought her the bottle of absinthe [Mobius], and attempting to grapple their heads and direct them straight to her now sagging breasts that seemed to grow large rather rapidly then droop over the front of her dress âOi need me milkinâ, quick sssssuckle me titties myake âdem ffffirmmmm agen, yah! Yah!â lashing outwards like her arms were squashy tentacles, the seams of her black dress finally ripping as her ass grew exceedingly big, busting out from all quarters and a massive Riiiiiiiiip was heard throughout the bar.
Thunderous thighs flapping, knees knocking and tits waving in the commotion as the naked Baba Yaga forced herself upon the dark prince [Mobius], big onion-poxed lips puckering to engulf his face, suck down his lovely sweet lips and chew on his insides for scrumptious memory. Struggling with both arms trying[/b[ to grab both boys before Sycorax invaded her fun times with her paunchy milk-livered moldwarp presence and if the pompous fool talking demon-tongue didnât quieten down, she was going to make stew out of him for her pet wild geese, they loved fighting over the tongue and the way this one like to wagg it, what a tongue he must have. Hmmm perhaps he would like to put his tongue to better usages? A snide cackle escaping between her lips as a humungous rotten liver-beef fart ripped, cutting the cheese. Exploding as the stinking methane hit the flickering torches just above one of the busty-wenches whose hair was now alight with amber conflagration, running Around the tavern waving her arms in the air before dropping dead in the centre of the floor.
Humans donât handle their heads being on fire for too long, it scrambles their brains like duck eggs. What a shame, the girl was pretty before having her head totally roasted. Laughing and pointing at the lifeless girl before looking up and seeing the quiet little mouse of a girl who had entered before [Genevieve] what a pretty little thing she was, though beholding of other greater thing, maybe sheâd make a lovely tea cosy or a worthwhile crotch scratcher for Sycorax, she was certainly bony enough, not worth eating unless in a mushroom soup. Stringy but worthy enough to serve to an old folly-fallen flax-wench like Sycorax, maybe both these gentlemen could serve as a naked garnish. Sycorax could have the other, Baba wanted the pretty prince, and boy, what plans she has for him.[/align:bbc442ebab]
[align=justify:bbc442ebab]Summary:
1. Has noticed the presence of Sycorax
2. Tried to grab both Mobius and Sanguine with the intention to force them on her sour lemon titties
3. Has dropped the masquerade of being Atra and has revealed the true hideousness that is Baba
4. Noticed Tanthis and thinks if he doesnât stop flapping his tongue she is going to make him do something with it more constructive.
5. A busty bar wenchâs head could on fire from a massive onslaught of fart gas.
6. Baba has noticed the presence of Geneviere and thinks sheâd make a nice soup.
7. Thinks Mobius, Sanguine, her and Sycorax should have a massive orgy.
The public demands it *cackles*
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The night was silent, the stars were shining, the moon a bright silver disc in the sky... so peaceful, so tranquil, so safe... "B-r-r-r-r-u-u-u-u-u-r-r-r-r-t-t-t-t-t" The sound monstrous, echoing in the deathly silence... Far below, a cow and its calf, swayed on their feet then gave a final gasping breath and fell over dead. A crop of wheat, near ripe for harvest, wilted and turned black, the grain rotting and falling to the ground and a plum tree shed its leaves, gave a last shudder and died in the toxins released. Who said chemical warfare was a modern invention, Sycorax chuckling, the sound shattering the eardrums of bats causing them to lose direction and fly directly into each other, trees and building. "Oi... that feels better, it does it do indeed" wriggling her ass on the broom to make sure there was no follow through.
Another gaseous mixture emitting, Sycorax ripping one out with all the grace and style of a barbarian raping a virgin, this time however she was flying over a church filled with imbeciles praying for a good harvest. The thick skungy miasma slowly settling downwards towards the earth below, filtering into the church and one, then another parishioner, making the mistake of breathing and falling unconscious to the floor their lungs damaged to the point that within seconds they would have blood gushing from their mouths, their skin would blister in pussy green blisters then to add insult to injury, the small church groaning as the fart ate away at the integrity of timbers that had stood for over fifty years, the creaking and groaning becoming louder and louder till in a cloud of dust and doom, the building collapsed on itself and all within. "Oi... must remember onion weed soup is good fer me pipes" Sycorax sniffing deeply, her eyes watering, her broom twitching "Oi... dats damned good, rich, fruity and a little water you could eat the damn thing."
"Now... where are ye yer evil old crone." Sycorax's eyes scanning the horizon for a glimpse of the building in which she believed Baba Yaga to be in. "Oi know yer out there, working yer wicked ways on them poor unsuspecting men and oi want me share. It's bin a long time since oi had a man beneath me skirts, but oi am sure that we can work out what he should be doin' down there. It's only been... a century since I had a good fuck... never did work out what happened him, but oi... he wriggled so well when I dragged him into bed. Beside Baba you hag" at this her voice raised to a screech like a Banshee with Tourettes syndrome "YOU AIN'T THE ONLY ONE GETS URGES... so why should you get all the fun." Sycorax chuckled... Baba Yaga and herself had a long and obscure history of chaotic mayhem together. If anything she missed the elder crone, but never would she admit such a thing.
Spying a town, eyes swinging immediately to the rougher end, focusing on a larger building, the tavern where from the smell of Baba Yaga exerted itself, moving on her broom to turn and descend, her broom making a last desperate bid for freedom, managing to buck her off directly over the roof of the tavern some thirty feet up. Falling sideways, shrieking at her broom something about using it to scratch her twat for the next hundred years as she fell feet first, wind billowing the hessian sacks she wore up around her flaccid, sagging, wrinkled breasts exposing the fact that Sycorax didn't believe in undergarments of any kind. Shuddering legs of wrinkled, cellulite covered skin, the green tinge of rot on her minge, the blisters from five hundred years of Syphilus, boils and cankers, pimples and lice all on display for the world to see. Continuing to fall, hitting the buildings thatched roof and slowing slightly, then bursting through to the room below in a cloud of thatch, dust and naked, putrid flesh before falling the final distance to land directly over a young man (NPC) whom had made the mistake of standing in the wrong place at the wrong time. Sycorax's twat of intangible doom engulfing him as her weight continued pushing her down, the man vanishing as Sycorax's eyes widened, her breathing became rapid and a loud...." Oh my... Oh MY... OH FOUCKING MY" was exclaimed by Sycorax as her knees trembled, her feet touched the floor and the young man disappeared never to be seen again... A puddle spreading round her feet as a centuries worth of orgasms sprayed out in one little instant.
Taking a moment to compse herself, breath wheezing out of her lungs like a leaking bagpipe, flabby hands making some little attempt to drag her covering into some semblance of order as a smile of intense satisfaction wound itself across her lips... "Oi oi oi... oiiiii. before turning to look about. A man in the corner muttering in Demon tongue, another at the bar being groped and grasped by the naked form of Baba Yaga, a tiny tatter of black material nearby and Sycorax chortling at the sight. Baba Yaga farting adn setting fire to a girl, Sycorax's eyes narrowing and muttering "Oi... wo can play at that game" and squeezing the muscles of her stomach to create... " Ooops perhaps not right now oi think..." and instead clenching the cheeks of her thunderous ass to hold back whatever was pondering escape. (Thank god for that say I her writer)
A thump to the floor beneath her and a skull falling down from between her legs, bending t pick it up and sniff it before her tongue would trace along its forehead... "Alas poor Yorick... you knew me well... so that's where you disappeared to." Tossing the skull aside, placing beefy hands on beefier hips, feet askance and eyeing Baba Yaga... "So old crone...Oi see yer got yerself a man... is this the sound of wedding bells oi hear, or are you gonna use his body to a husk, suck him till he's dry then crush his bones for the marrow. Oi'd make such a pretty brides maid don't chu think" her hand rising to her head and pirroetting on one foot, the burlap of her dress billowing out and threatening to expose everything again before she stopped.
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He had hoped that her attention would have remained upon the other male, and that if he said nothing else, she would have assumed that his interest had waned. He was not so lucky. Those crimson brown eyes fell to look at the flakes of skin falling between his feet. Despite everything that had happened to him, Mobius still maintained his pride, and it was slowly being challenged in this place. Especially in the presence of the few that he found familiar. It was enough to bring a twinge of irritation growing within him.
Somewhere deep inside, Mobius knew he had brought this onto himself, but there was only so much someone such as himself could take. Through the activity involving himself, he had not noticed the entrance of the real Atra, nor would it have mattered at this point. The second she touched the back of his head his jaw shut closed. More out of anger than instinct, but he was thankful for that either way. The taste of the alcohol rising in his throat was increasing obvious, but he swallowed hard forcing the newly acidic tasting alcohol from his stomach back down. The smell itself was enough to make him sick, and if he had felt that for a moment it would have stopped this onslaught he would have let it.
His temper had been triggered as she tried to force herself upon, and while he might have felt anger a moment earlier. It would be nothing but pure rage filling up within his blackening heart. The façade of mortality ended violently, as a voice, more animalistic roar, growling escaped from something within him. âENOUGH!â A brutal surge of sinister energies would burst forward, being felt by those sensitive to such things, most others would just get the visions of something from nightmares. There was too much built up stress being released so quickly. There was nothing he could to stop it. A red glow rising from his chest became visible. The rune of fire glowing in his right hand glowing, burning until it finally overcame, his right hand burning in blue flames. His left hand showed another rune, shadow, and his left hand began to look as such, transparent, ethereal all most.
Though, those that knew him, and know him well. Would be more aware of the grayish tinge of color over taking his skin. The onyx colored horns pushing through the skin on his forehead. His fangs bared as growled viscously in the face of Baba Yaga, as his right hand shot forth with blurring speed, a trail of blue flame, like a comet, aimed to not only push Baba Yaga away, but send her away with a great amount of force. After that, the mark upon his forehead would be incredibly obvious, his exile from Demonsheart burned within in his appearance. No hint of mortal had ever existed within his aura, before them now was Mobius, burning brightly behind the demonic aura. The most observant amongst might notice that the shadows themselves were no longer following the normal rules, but instead the reached out to him.
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A distant world circling a dying sun... clouds of volcanic ash filling the atmosphere, the ground broken with cracks issuing noxious gas. Boiling oceans and yet amidst all this chaos, still survived a few creatures. The ancient winged one watching through eyes of gold, his demeanour rigid, unyielding for death would come to all here, it was his will. When he had seen her last, before again she had vanished away he had made his choice... the choice to wing his way throughout the planes, creating carnage, cutting short the silken threads binding life to flesh in her honour. None had ever reached past the haughty demeanour but one... and what a creature was she.
Deciding he had enough of this world he drew the deepest of breaths, stamping his left foot on the ground, a shudder running through the world as forces unleashed deep below the surface. Stamping his foot a second time the crust so thin shattering with the tumultuous effects of this ravenesque being, wings outstretching as his mind listened for the cries of misery growing as those remaining realised their time was over... Now. A final stamp of his foot and it was done. deep beneath the surface teh molten centre of the planet, slowing its rotational motion and stopping, the forces released brining about the final doom and a subterranean rumble so low to be felt rather then heard erupting from deep beneath where he stood.
Taking wing he envisioned her face for a moment, a silent offering of the planets death then leapt upwards, massive wings cutting through the flying ash and toxic fumes the world below giving a final shudder, seeming to shrink for a moment, then with a sound of magnitude beyond comprehension in its violence exploding. Uriel wining his way upwards, flying rock passing him by as he was transforming as he flew, becoming less solid, more insubstantial with every sweep of the massive black feathered wings. His mind questing, seeking for the one whom he had left behind the purity of the omniscient all, instead embracing free will and choice by her side. Sliding through realities, moving away from the doom of a world with speed incomprehensible raven wings dragging him towards the tiniest spark of recognition.
Time, space, meaning nothing as within his own means he transported himself across the multi-verse, finally swooping down towards the dark and intriguing planet. A tavern far below his goal... Why? he knew not for no discernment was visible but to here had he been drawn. Descending, keeping himself hidden, only two would discern his presence, she if she was indeed there and Kain, whom he had known so well. Landing on the thatched roof lightly, crouching down as his wings engulfed him and looking down into the building. The presence of crones bothering him not, the presence of demons bothering him less... Only one mattered and he would wait to see if she was indeed present.
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Shaine wasn't particulary interested with those that were gathered within the walls of this out of the ordinary establishment. Not that he had come here looking for attention. Far from it. He was just passing through perhaps; checking out various locations and possible employment; a place to live for himself and his wife ( yes Shaine is married , has been for the 11 years I've played him ). His eyes dropped when he noticed a few spine-tingling gestures and sensations rolling up and down the length of his spine; and focused his attention upon the ring he wore. There was a moment of thought and then he pushed himself away from the wall; kicking back with the heel of his left boot; the spur clinking as he took a step away and insinuated himself into the crowd; with no random course plotted within his mind. " Just lose yourself in the crowd, Shaine," he said to himself.
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Her hips gyrated in rythm to the clubs echoing timber as her skin glowed in the phosperescent lights. Mortals envied her perfect skin, unaware the price for such beauty and perfection was their very souls.
As she moved around Tanthis and his minions, taunting and teasing him as she did the same to the crowd, she felt the eyes of Kain upon her. Her own crystalline blue orbs would gaze back as an almost imperceptable nod of her head would acknowledge his silent calling to her.
She would step from the dias in measured steps, her heels echoing off the carpetted risers and clicking out a rythmic sticcato on the wooden dance floor as the crowd parted for her, somehow knowing that to touch would be to pay a price noone wished to pay.
As she sidled thru the masses of dead and undead, living and unliving creatures of the club, her hair, ebony and silver, would writh behind her as if with a life of its own. Cascading over her skin as she moved, caressing down her arm and over a favored patron's shoulder as she passed them. Her eyes catching those of everyone who glanced her way. She watched as one by one, they found reasons to come between certain sets of chairs and tables just to chance a glance or touch of her. She drew her lithe fingers over this one's chin and cheek, then turned to linger a caress of a thumb on another's lips. This one had her run hands over his chest, only to shove him back into the lap of another who was equally enraptured by the show she was giving. She touched another here, almost touched one there and as another walked by, she let her hand drag down his chest and around his hip as she passed by ((Shaine)) and caressed another.
Her golden slave chains chimed over the thrum of bass in the music with almost eerie loudness, though so soft as so no one would remember their tune had they been asked moments after her passing. She was halfway across the room, heading for the man who had allowed his hold to waver on purpose just so she could draw on the sensuality of the crowd to entice her to dance better, when that loose touch allowed her sense a spike in rage. Managing to remember she had the gift, she paused in her dancing and froze as if stopped by a wall. Her auspex stretched deep within her and then sprouted outwards to seek that which she had felt.
Her eyes locked on him ((Mobius)) and as her lips met in a silent recognition of the male across the room, her mind about to reach out to touch his in greeting and pleasure, the disciplines shut down and Kain's stare blazed into her back. He clamped down hard on her mind, once more regaining absolute control with his own discipline and power. She belonged to another and Mobius was not the one. As if nothing had happened, she once more began dancing to the delight and pleasure of those around her.
Finally arriving at the table of her current 'master' and his two new companions, she continued to move with almost catlike grace as she caressed his hair and rapped an arm about his shoulder. Parting her lips this time to speak to him, she smiled..."Mlord... you called?"
Unaware the one who she would soon belong to had entered and sidled into the shadows to watch the events in the club ((Atra)) she only had eyes and desire for Kain. Even Tanthis, his desires for her evidently no longer there, was left behind her now. Deep inside in a place she didn't know still existed, she wept for the loss of such attentions at the same time she was glad to be away from his masochistic ways. Right now there was no desire to be anywhere but where she was. Kain had a firm grasp on her once more and because of it, she knew nothing more than what HE desired her to know or want.
SUMMARY
1) Alexa teased Tanthis, but he isn't affected apparently (or woulda said something before now)
2) Is silently called by Kain
3) Teases Shaine on way
4) Senses Mobius but is supressed before she can react
5) Is now once more all over Kain at Ambika's table with Raven
6) No clue Atra is around (or even WHO Atra is to her future)
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There was little or no thought at all as Shaine moved through the club. Even when the passing woman ( Alexa ) walked by and reached out to drag her fingers down the length of his chest and that of his hips; but he was conscious enough. He blinked and pulled himself back to the here and now, and he reached up with slender pale digits and would interception the hand that had shattered and pushed through that personal bubble of space that clung to him like a second skin. It was a minor deflection; using the side of his right index finger; pushing the gesture out and away from him, as he took a step toward the left as the hand reached down toward his hip. " Tsk- tsk - tsk," he replied with and then cocked the same digit back and forth as the woman continued on her way. Shaine stopped long enough to gather his attention, and focused it upon the table where she was headed and then pushed it all into the back of his mind, and then returned to his own thoughts and business.
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Raven looks up towards a man that walked over to her she never seen him before she looked at him with caution still abit afraid of guy after what happened to her earyler but then she feels a calmness run over her body she felt like she was around friends she knew for awhile she grins up at the man"I'm raven sir and it would be my pleasure to join you at the table with your friends"she nods her head"Thaings happen"she shrugs her shoulders and follows him over to the table she notices the other girl dancing naked around the others raven just raises an eyebrow and finds herself a seat next to kain she rests her arms on the armrest on the chair and leans back alittle into the seat she felt calmed and relaxed.She stays quite while people talked around her she didn't really know what to say
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Timmothy could neither sail or run no more. After fourteen days of constantly being on the run, exhaustion takes its toll on his spent body, and leads him to the Weaping Reaper Tavern. He catches his breath at the door way, and stumbles into the tavern itself. Quietly he searches for a place to sit down and finds a lonely table in a corner. For now he didn't care if he wasn't served right away, to sit down and finally rest was pleasure enough for him. He could not help but stop to admire the trinket around his neck and smiles at the thought of how he came about such a tiny treasure. But then again it was no surprise to him, because he was after all, a simple scourge of the sea, a pirate with a mission of importance to him. For a moment his head aches, and he remembers a nasty bump on his head.
" Perhaps I hit my head harder than I thought. I knew I should have stayed below deck during that storm." He thought to himself, thinking that his troubles were clearly of Nature's doing.
Troubled again by why he had no crew still alive, he sits back in his chair, wondering where he may have gone wrong, seeing that he is the captain of the ship, and the captain is always supposed to be a competent leader, through thick and thin. His smile turns to a bit of a frown, as he tries desperately to remember something that somehow was erased from his memory.
" If I had not believed in the God who betrayed me, perhaps I wouldn't have so many vultures looming over me. For once I'd like to turn the tables and make him pay for what he has done. " Another thought which raged through his mind. He grips the amulet around his neck and narrows his brow.
"Ahh but yet, I have managed to come away with something for my troubles. "
He takes his hat off and rests peacefully in the tavern, just looking around and amusing himself with the appearence of the Tavern's customers.
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[align=justify:ea5b935f6d]Baba Yaga took a staggered step back just about falling over the tables and chairs behind her not to mention a few of the tavernâs customers. The male the pretty prince referred to had vanished in a puff of smoke, stepping backwards into the crowd and âpoofâ gone, not that Baba cared for the gothic pretty boy looking type in the fist place, finding the whole effort to look dark as rather pointless and boring. Even the pretty prince was beginning to become dull and monotonous, hell what was an ugly old witch to do? One forced kiss of her lips upon pretty boyâs would have him under her spell, shit, she looked like the hottest woman any male could dream and never swayed to the false image. What were they, gay? Baba had to ponder that in her illogical mind quite a few times before fully realizing that she no longer looked like Atra, and instead was the fat old, grey-wrinkled hasbag with drooping tits and sponge saddlebags, hardly attractive at all.
âOiYoiYoiiiii me thinkz I vook loike me olde haggis selfves, shittttt onâaâstickkkkk me coverrr moust âave bin blownnnnn by vat humongous farttttt??? Shiverrrrr me gizzards, ah wellllll may as welllll drop ther maskkkkk an show these ladssssss vot a real vitch can do, yah? Yahhhhhh!â Peeling away the flip-floppy skin drooping off the horrific bint benath, arms bursting through the restraints of the false body everyone had seen. Pooping, squishy, wet sucking sounds heard throughout the tavern, sickening to the stomach not to mention the nose. Grey-patchy wrinkles forming where once smooth milky white flesh had been, moldy cheese and rotten onion smells staining the fresh air as an assailing attack of farts ripped through the area. The ceiling caving in, crumbling beneath the fat oversized ass of Sycorax, falling on her latest victim and swallowing him right up the twat, only a shoe sticking out until a huge sound echoed that strangely resembled a âburpâ and then even that was gone. Seemed like the old whore got off on that sexual exploit to the loudest of appreciations. âYe old black poxxxxxx riddennnnn pissssss flapssssss strike agen! Poor ladddy didnât seeee zat abysssss opening wideeeee to devour him whole. Beelzebubâs whore, thattttt hoop must be wellll stretched, eh!!â
Cackling rowdily, calloused hands grabbing her knees as blubber-flabby body rocked backwards and forwards like a giant ship in the eddy of rough waters, pointy shoes rolling to the tips then back upon the heels creating a loud âCLICK CLACK CLICKETTY CLACKâ over the polished wooden floorboards âWeeeeeeeeee yer cunt ate that oneeeee up like a giantttt snackinggggg on weeeee lil sausage!!! EEEKEEKEEEKYERKYERKTEEHEEE-SPLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEâ her laughter becoming louder, ignoring the pretty princes power-up for the moment. It was only until a force of energy pushed against her bulk, only moving her back a couple of yards. Hands resting on her wide-load hips, gesturing for Sycorax to hurry up, stand up and stop cursing everyoneâs virginal eyes and ears with her orgasms, not that anyone here could ever be determined as being virgins. Everyone here would open their legs or put a leg over anyone here just simply because they could and werenât as ugly as the fat old repulsive hag like Baba and Sycorax. Bending over and pulling her hazel wand from her ass, literally. The earsplitting âPOPâ erupting as it was plucked out of that cavernous hole like cork out of a bottle âAhhhhhhhhh zat issssss where thattttt got tooooo, I was loikinnnn for that. It would explainnnn ther constanttttttt urgeeeee to passs wind from me anus, hyukhyukâ
Wiping the wand while displaying a seriously disgusted expression on her face, and using the leather overcoat of one of the patron to wipe the dark yellow peanut paste off the wand and point it directly towards the pretty ones chest only to find the wand flaccidly flopping, dropping from the center like a flaccid phallus. âFffffffudginâ fiddlestickzzzzzz!â it seemed the wand and her powers were limited by the wards placed upon this hallow grounds to cease the use of magic and powers while in the conformity of the tavern walls, a disablement placed on all patrons when walking through the door by their own free will. A nice little titbit that was, and what a perfect tool to use against someone, their own free will. Laughing at the pretty one, shaking her head and opening her arms wide Awwwwww âave you no loveeeee for yer greattttt greatttttt grandmother, eh?â It was then that she noticed the presence of Atra so dropping that disguise was certainly a wise decision, though the question was, just how much did Atra see?[/align:ea5b935f6d]
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Tim was exhausted but not unaware of his surroundings. His tufted pointy ears swivel in Baba's direction as he quickly stuffs the amulet back down his shirt, and buttons the neat ruffled collar to make himself neat and tidy. He figured the less everyone knew of him the better off he'd be. He had also forgotten the nice rapier he had taken with him into the tavern. If he had to use it he would. He watches Baba with furrowed brows, as if studying her. With gloves still on, he taps his fingers against the hard wood table as if captured in deep thought. He doesn't stay still for long and gets up from the table from where he was sitting. It was time to get a drink. He was parched and he had not had a good bottle of scotch for weeks. He makes his way to a table where he would be more noticed by the staff. He takes a seat once more, and hangs his captain's hat over the edge of his chair. Again, he remains politely silent and patiently waits for someone to come over to his table.
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~Genevieve~
A brow was arched as she watched the slave dancing around the room in her provocative sways and thrusting hips. It actually caused her to snicker slightly and her gaze easily adverted towards the males in the room who were most likely off in the clouds, seeing visions of utter bliss. Silence kept her tongue for the moment as her legs crossed and she settled down in to her seat. She was oblivious to who Atra was, or even the being pretending to be like her in any way, but clearly people were reacting to it in a rather obsessive fashion, this was enough to get a glance out of Genevieve but not much more.
However the moment Kain took a seat in front of her, barely asking for her permission, stormy blue eyes snaked through him, if looks could kill his head would have exploded instantly. While her guard was up, she remained calm and in fact cracked a rather large smile but only for a few seconds. Then she focused on Raven for a moment, inspecting the girl quietly before Kain spoke again and stole her attentions away. She of course had no idea who he was, but he reeked of kindred blood thus she minded her manners for the moment.
âGenevieveâ¦yourself? And your pets..â
By the time she had begun to answer Alexa was fast at his side acting as the whore she seemed to be, but what else could be expected from a slave such as her, it wasnât her fault after all. Again her sights turned towards the growing busy tavern as Alexa showed her affections, a sight Genevieve had little desire to see considering the establishment they were in, but perhaps in this town things were different. She had heard that in Greece they had none stop orgies, maybe this place was like Greece. Smirking to her own thoughts she turned again towards Kain and Alexa, before settling on Raven and leaning forward.
âWhat kind of Slave are you?â
Assuming sometimes makes people look stupid, Genevieve didnât care to much, if she was wrong she would apologies but she was pretty sure she wasnât. If nothing else perhaps she was a chylde to this man who seemed to have women flocking towards him. Yet there Genevieve sat, arms folded loosely in her lap, not a care in the world it seemed. Pity she would spend the day wherever she could and lacked in the money department, unlike many vampires who seemed to be rich beyond their wildest dreams. Maybe that would come to her in time, if she kept stealing from her victims.
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[align=justify:d9ec04e107]The games had gone on for long enough, patience waned beyond repair and Atra didnât think she could tolerate the profanity of all these cretins believing even for a second that this abomination was actually her. Where they all so blind that they couldnât fathom the insect beneath the finely spun threads of illusion? About to intervene, and having to withdraw her slow advances upon Babushka when the old crone had managed to botch her own chimera and reveal the hideousness beneath the veil- camouflage revealing the folly from hidden pretense to seduce any fool, crazy enough to think someone of Atraâs stature would actually be interested. It is what led most to become dead. All Atra had to do was stand back, unseen by all around her and snicker at the burlesque show being performed, one thing that could not be denied was that Babushka certainly knew how to engross amused attentions⦠how could one not chuckle at such a perverted theatrical exhibition?
It was more than clear the young gentlemen had enough, and indeed, Lo and behold it was Mobius- the betrayer of his own family by placing a whelp on the throne who dared declare herself a better monarch than Nicolaskaya. The neophyte wasnât even the dust on her precious feet, nor would she ever be of any significance within the ranks of the Demonsheart family and should she ever show her asinine face in the proximity of Atra or Nicolaskaya, Duskcana MorwenâDae would learn the consequences of her narcissism by a lingering and painful demise. Entertaining enough, the use or attempt of power usage within this place would only fizzle into nothing, should anyone wish to express angst or annoyance they would have to do it by weapon or their own bare hands. Would they even dare? Measure upon measure most who declared themselves as warriors were nothing but whelps hiding behind fierce looking weapons and scarred faces⦠nothing more that terrified vermin.
Moving back to the eastern quarter of the tavern, resting her leather swathed back against the tavern wall, right boot heel pressed against the structure of stone wall just as part of the ceiling caved in, a large hefty woman falling atop of some unsuspecting male and swallowing him whole? Atraâs right slender delta brow arching with sheer hilarity, head cocking to the side, eyes attempting to see if he had actually been swallowed whole or simply flattened by the heavy bulk of Sycorax⦠seems like the witches were abroad this evening with their broomsticks, bats and foul-mouths. Of all the taverns outside of Naethyrn, these two hags had to be at her local haunt⦠perhaps she should just kill them both and save the Grand Inquistioner from doing it, although that would certainly be hilarious to observe. Languidly shaking her head, dispelling the âcloakingâ of her presence, finally becoming substantial and tangible for all to see who cared to notice.
Right hand picking beneath sharpened satirical fingernails with a nonchalant and uninterested manner, atramentous orbs cast down to examine the pristine crescents of each fingernail before slowly ascending shimmering eyes reflecting with torchlight amber overture and conglomerating shadows. Seeking beyond each person studiously to perceive whether the false monarch was present, eyes full of curses gazing on all within the tavern, even those hiding in the shadows wouldnât escape those beaming malign daggers. Taking one last pleasurable glance over Alexa before pushing svelte figure from the wall and sauntering towards Bubushka and Mobius, Tanthis captivated naught of her attention but should he utter one word derogatory to anything far more trivial than he, he would certainly meet his final death; she had no patience for pompous inanes. She had killed him once, and wouldnât hesitate to relive the experience.
Shoulder shoving past four stout males, not bothering to turn back⦠should they wish to make an event out of it, they too would meet their maker swifter than a child could draw breath. There was nothing intimidating or fearful in her approach, slender hips in voodoo pendulum sway, shoulders back to bring her height to more impressive statures, chin lifted high in the usual typical denigrating fashion. There wasnât one present she couldnât kill, or not delight in killing should it arouse Atraâs fancy, that would be taking the reins of pleasure, alas for the moment this was business⦠and since there were none higher than her previous rank within Demonsheart, and she cared not of that name, it was simply her position to act. Left hand rising to be placed on the right shoulder of Baba Yaga, claws extending to protrude through flesh and bone, sinking deep into the spongy flesh to chip into bone only to spin and hurl her backwards with a 360 degree spin. The force and compulsion would send her in a sprawled flight straight towards Sycorax, who if she didnât move would be sent flying with her hideous friendthrough the western far-side wall and out of sight, which could only be a godsend.
For those gathered around, had moved back leaving the area between her and Mobius totally clear save for toppled chairs and tables, not giving a damn whose conversations or interludes she had interfered in by her actions and dominancy. It was then that Atra took on a more threatening and aggressive stance, though not visibly bearing any sword from her frontal position. However, through the years of knowing Atra, Mobius would know Atra is never without her scimitars. Or at least, that was what the old Atra carried on her person and the preferred type of sword for combat. Right leg kicking a chair out of her path, sending it hurling across the room only to smash against the adjacent wall with a resonating clamor âWell, looked what the cat dragged in⦠seems we have yet another rodent! Two in one evening how fortunate for me, unlucky for you! So tell me fallen King of Demonsheart where is your love, the imposter Queen of Demonsheart or has she left you to march to the guillotine forsaken? Be it from me to burst your proverbial bubble but I do believe we have unfinished business, you and Iâ
It didnât matter if he complied or not, even to agree to settle this business upon the arrival of Nicolaskaya would be satisfactory, Atra no longer resolved to role as the acting monarch to this family, it was no longer within her interests or purpose- there was no power there in which to relish in and in all fact whatever of it that had remained was now tarnished, weak and pitiful. The only means Demonsheart could replenish was by the return of Nicolaskaya, perhaps the likelihood of that was more minuscule and less unlikely than the possibility of Babushka and Sycorax getting some pork on their forks and even less unlikely than Tanthis leaving the tavern, alive⦠actually anyone leaving here alive should Mobius chose to be more difficult and less pliable. It was however in his best interests to at least be complying in this circumstance. Kicking a stool over towards him directly to his right side, easy enough for him to simply sit or be hit with it should be not take the suggestion as good advice.
There were more than one way to make him sit; this method was the more hospitable of the two available. Snickering with raspy discordance, apexes of fangs resting upon lower blood-ruby hued aperture- the sound escaping from breathless intonation resembling more of a spectral wheeze almost phantom-demonic in composition; requiem lachrymose lilt. Modulation pitched by parched cacophonous and coquettishly beguiling melody, numerous voices synchronized into singular patois. Gaze casually sweeping over towards Kain and the enticing dancer whom Atra thought she recognized, but the image of her face was distorted by time. Both of Atraâs hands reaching for the back of a chair, spinning it around on the axis to face the base of seat in front as sinuous body straddled it rather provocatively, easing her frame down and resting her arms over the back, crossing her arms in frontâ¦assertively.[/align:d9ec04e107]
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Sitting opposite Genevieve, auspex extended to perceive the patrons, one patch outside his sphere of perceptions making him wonder for in here was only one being whom could fly beneath his scrutiny, or at least that he knew of. Tanthis in his ignorance now ignored, the simulcast of the goddess drawing strict perceptions and beneath the initial appearance a psychic stench reeking of age and rotten flesh. Gangrene at its most virulent had nothing on the odour surrounding the being wearing the beloveds shape causing him to turn his head, midnight eyes studying the âwoman?â within the illusion. Already indications that the integrity of potency within the walls beginning to eat at the illusory covering as she continued her attempt to molest, seduce or rape the one against the bar.
Before he could inspect her further a massive thump on the roof and a form crashing down, causing Kainâs eyes to widen in disbelief as she opened her legs and literally swallowed a male unfortunate enough to have been standing below. A wriggling foot, a squelching belching near flatulence of sound then he was gone and the smell of a diseased orgasm pouring out from the hag. While it was definitely a different entertainment, Kain had to admit to himself that the clientele had gone right to the shithole in the space of moments, but⦠if that wasnât bad enough, the vision of an ancient, massive, filthy smelling haggish whore having an orgasm, the sight that as occurring beside the bar had to be described as worse.
Where the one wearing a false skin had stood, a motion beneath the skimpy dress as if her flesh was metamorphing into something from the lowest pits of the abyss. The dress bursting as it reached for (Mobius) then flesh, saggy, wrinkled, pallid and slimy like a slugs ass, reeking of things that bore no imagination, the flesh finally settling into a semi-humanoid form that was grossly ancient and misshapen. Shaking his head as he tried to look anywhere but in its direction, his gaze turning back to Alexa, still dancing then to Raven his dominance reaching to maintain her calmness before his gaze would fix again upon Genevieve. Before he could speak however Mobius made an attempt to extend demonic power and Kain would smirk, for in the walls of this tavern were banes of the most ancient potency and only he and the beloved Ankhnesmerira could circumvent them so Mobiusâs little outburst would be like pissing in the wind and do nothing except rebound upon its caster. Still the mention from the crone of being Mobiusâs distant grandmother brought a thoughtful ponderance to Kainâs face.
Another entry before Kain could speak, a man of the sea by his demeanour, and Kain gesturing a tender to attend to him, he would further investigate this mortal with a hint of magic clinging to him later. Clearing his throat with a chuckle he replied to Genevieve whom he perceived via Auspex had recognised as him kindred and for now he would give her no indication just how much as kindred he was. âKain⦠the dancer is Alexa and my new friend here, no slave but one whom has entered of her own free will to avoid the filth that lurk outside⦠But you⦠methinks there is a relationship existing for I scent the essence of those whom followed upon your flesh, the call of blood that sings in hunger to your lips.â His gaze locking to her eyes for a moment as dominance slowly exerted along with auspex so that the possibility of her thinking of her sire and his status could be revealed, for unless she was far more ancient then appearance descried she would have difficulties refusing his wishes.
A sensation, his spine tingling, the feeling of a presence he knew so well, the sweet and delectable scent of black musk rippling across his nostrils and he knew beyond doubt She was here. Auspex extending rapidly to Alexa⦠âYour mistress is hereâ the words not spoken simply placed in Alexaâs mind along with the image of Atra as he last saw her, beautiful beyond imagination, female beyond all perception, sensual in ways that would kill a mortal and had brought death to many immortal the goddess in his eyes for his worship was to her alone. âDance for her as if nothing else ever existed, dance for her alone, but stay back until she summons you forwardâ his mindâs voice would speak. Rising from his seat, watching how she treated the false one, seeing the disdain for Mobius and all others, she was here and Kain looked across in wonder as she threw the false one out. The night became better and better.
Broken chairs and tables, no matter. Death for patrons, no matter for this place existed only so that Kain could continue to feed the entity he had created for her out of living blood deep below the building in a cavern beyond reach by any but himself and she. Watching as she kicked a stool then sat herself waiting for Mobiusâs response. Kains mind in reverent contemplation for tonight perhaps he again would have the joy of seeing the sublime perfection of her insinuating death depending on whether Mobius had any balls or for that matter brains. The hags now forgotten, his focus on the goddess and from under his breath he would whisper her name âAnkhnesmeriraâ¦â
1. Kain percieved the stench of Baba Yaga
2. He was stunned by Sycorax's entrance and what happened the man she landed on..
3. He was more stunned by Baba Yaga's transformation
4. He was amused by Mobius attempting to use power... OOC - it has been mentioned in the thread that only he and Atra can do so without repercussions.
5. He noticed Timothy and direct a servant to see to him and has also increased slightly his dominance over Raven so that with everything going on she doesnt freak.
6. He has percieved Atra and is reverent.
7. Using Auspex he has informed Alexa that Atra is her mistress and she is to dance for her... but to not go close until Atra summons her.
8. Using dominance and Auspex he is suggesting with his mind to Genevieve that he desires her to talk or at least think of her history so he can know more of her.
9. He is now eagerly awaiting Mobius's action for the tavern could be wiped out if he makes the wrong choice, and honestly doesnt care for Atra (Ankhnesmerira) is all that matters in Kain's eyes.
If I have missed anyone let me know
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After her orgasm, Sycorax only had one intention and hand reaching under the volumous lice infected pile of rags she called a dress, scrabbling around under her armpit until she found the clay pipe, filled with mouldy rotting leaf of some weed that she couldn't remember except it had serrated leaf and felt so good after sex, she drew it forth, shoved it in her mouth and grabbing a candle lit it up. A deep draw and the world chilled... in fact it nearly froze in her contentment. Barely any notice given to anything else as she was content and getting bent and all was good.
At Baba's words to her she grinned, the bone protruding from her gum back and dripping "Oi ye old haggis, have a smoke of this here weed and ye and oi can shit and giggle... Oi mean sit and piddle... Oi mean" she took another deep drag of the pipe a serious expression on her face as she tried to get it right then bursting into cackles again. "Oi yer know whats I mean yer silly old fart." Another belch of horrendous satisfaction emerging from her rotten twat then leering to Baba Yaga, "Yep, me twat was hot and he hit the spot, and damn me iffn I aint still a tingling. Am sure he be wriggling but aint no way out of me twat... Just hope he can wriggle a while more, I may get another thrill yet. Anyways, yer just jealous as oi got meself a man, and oi got meself a thrill." A sonorous chuckle like a cross between a fart and a snore as she watched her ancient cohort pull her wand out of her ass, just like the old bag, always pulling something out of her ass, what was it last time, a flask o whiskey and a dozen sausages, still it had been a good picnic. "Yer need ter watch where yer sit, one day oi swear, yer'll sit on yer foot and disappear up yer own ass."
Eyes opening wide as suddenly she noticed the appearance of a woman whom it seemed the old bat had imitated and Sycorax getting the giggles which with a woman of her size and flabbiness was like watching jellyfish in a bowl with electric eels and there could be a show worth watching that would be far better then watching Baba Yaga get laid... although if there was nothing else interesting she would have watched that and tried for slops if the guy survived after all, in her imagination she would appear a blushing virgin compared to Baba Yaga, and the screams and whimpers of the men involved were their cries of pleasure.
The woman grabbing Baba Yaga and making to throw her massive weight as if she weighed nothing and Sycorax side stepping since if she didnt she would be hit by the only thing she knew of that smelt worse then her own armpits. Besides that being hit by a horny, naked Baba Yaga was something even Sycorax would live without. Another chuckle, another draw on her pipe, and a slow wink aimed at Atra... with a tiny curtsey as her massive arthritis ridden frame would do no more and this woman (Atra) demanded respect. For now, Sycorax would cheerfully get ripped off her tits and if she were lucky find herself another live one.
Oi thinks oi gots it roight... but she is getting stoned, and is to intrigued by Baba Yaga's happening that aint much else matters. BUT she did notice Atra and move as well as making sure Atra saw her give respect.
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" The blood is the life.." The oath. The very mention of that phrase had and would always be burnt upon the interior chambers of his mind. Radu could not sleep. Not now. Not ever. Not with so much blood; the beating of hearts as it was pushed through various veins all around. A silent whisper in the dead of the night-dark world; and with a guise of anonymity; which went hand in hand with the longevity of the Wamphyri, the current Lord of the Ferenczy Bloodline; made his way into the city streets. Here and there he gorged himself upon the blood of those whom crossed his path. Immortal and human alike; all fell before the ravenous dark hunger that gnawed away at the very pits within his gullet. With each passing night the thirst only seemed to grow more intense. Humans were becoming barely enough to sustain his scarlet cravings.
Radu ripped his elongated and serrated fangs from the throat of his latest list of casualties; his once human and perfect face was nothing more than that taken out of a child's nightmare; his convoluted snout; or nose; resembling that of a great bat was painted red, the nostrils wide with inhalement of the scents; dripping blood from the spray caused by such a wicked mouth. His eyes were deep and triangular within their sockets; they were a code of uniformed red; glowing in the shadows as they passed over his features. A forked tongue of the devil slithered out and lapped at the crimson shower; he buried his face once more into the mesh of ruined flesh and tore, ripped, biting down with a savage fury, and he pulled away once more and spat the chunk of skin aside. With great strength he threw the body away; and marched toward the Weeping Reaper Tavern; and as he did; he wiped his mouth with the back of his left hand, and the pseudo-skin pulsed with life and he became the handsome devil of a man once more.
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Indeed the company here was far from being the average patrons of a run of a mill tavern. Yet through these differences, Tim saw potential in them. He was never a soul to judge a book by its cover. The truth of the matter was, even through exhaustion his mind was constantly at work. He watched Baba's display of repulsiveness and at first yes, it was repulsing but beyond that, her wickedness sparks an air of curiosity in the young sea captain.
" A tad displeasing to watch yes, but what an aly she would make against those who have betrayed me back in Sharvani. I will have to keep a note to myself to make a proper indroduction to this old woman who seems to embrace repulsiveness as if it were second nature to her."
He thought to himself. Then his eyes wander toward Kain. He was not a reader of minds, but there was something about him too that was very curious. When he saw the time was fit he would introduce himself to Kain as well, but he did not want to appear too forward. Pirates had a tendency to be pushy, by nature, especially the ship captains who were constantly at the wheel of their large scooners. He had known several captains who fell to their faults and vowed never to sail down the same stretch of sea that they had travelled. If he was going to earn alys he would do it honorably.
While resting at the table, his mind wanders into a silent reveree of that moment when he stole the amulet from an old witch in Sharvani. It was the first time he felt that he was able to steal something of significant value, even though he had snatched a few jewelry chests here and there from unsuspecting maidens. Stealing was constantly on his mind but here at the Weaping Reaper Tavern, he knew for sure he may not get away with pilfering and pickpocketing and there would be a punishment worse than death if he were to attempt it here. For the moment, stealing was not on his mind. What was on his mind was the desperate need for a new crew. He hoped he would find one among the patrons.
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Alexa's body dipped and swayed as the music changed again. Her porcelain skin glistening in the spot lights scattered around the room as she moved in and out of them, teasing and tantalizing everyone she caught eyes with. Her hands travelled over her body, over places those closest to her wished to caress. She licked her lips in silent invitation and moved her hands in muted beckoning. Those who came too close were soon pressed back with a heeled foot or shoved into laps of others as the one they desires spun away and began her gyrations anew in another location.
As Kain recognized his Goddess' appearance and pressed into Alexa's mind that it was that One (Atra) who would be her Mistress, there was no need for Alexa to make comprehension of what was echoed within her. The Auspex gave her all she needed. Her eyes shifted as her body swiveled and soon she was moving and dancing with renewed ferver. The woman in her eyes was the only one now that mattered and for her, she would dance forever. Always moving, always wanting to please, always with eyes now only for the Lady she was told to pleasure and await for.
When Kain's gifts began to press on the others, Alexa did manage to find herself beginning to remember something. Something deep inside that began to whimper that this was wrong. *How can it be wrong? The Mistress wishes us to dance for her, and the Master wishes it... That cannot be wrong.* She tried to reason with herself.
That small piece within her that still grasped rationality cried back in almost childlike whimpering. *We don't belong here. There is too much... too much death... too much debauchery... too much everything...*
*I know... isn't it WONDERFUL!? To be free at last from those who wanted us for healing, for show, to do their bidding without thought of our own wants?*
*NOOO... we healed because we are good... we were kind because we wished it.* The wimper pleaded once more.
*Well now THIS is what we wish... to become something more... something freer... something with more life... something allowed to feed and be fed upon without remorse, worry or repayment...* As those final thoughts pressed hard on the whimper, Alexa once more settled into the swiftly tightened control of Kain and the smile, a moment ago beginning to fade, lit her pale features once more and she felt nothing but the desire to draw Atra's attentions away from the one who seemed familiar, towards her own self. She wanted to make the woman smile. She wanted to be the one to bring Atra pleasure.
Little did she know what such a desire would bring...
Little did she know Kain and Atra could read such open desire...
Little did she know...
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Leprous white mist --- a Wamphyri Lord mist as dense as smoke from damp leaves in a garden fire in autumn -- uncoiled itself like a living thing from the shafts of the liquid pools and faces of the deeper shadows. Expanding and putting out sentient-seeming tendrils, it rolled along the hard surface of the street beneath his feet, lapping up and against the sides, and came groping amongst the foundation of the Weeping Reaper Tavern. Radu's eyes, like halogen lamps, blazed into life, and as dense as the wall of mist was, still those powerful eyes cut through it, like a hot knife through butter. The door was all but thrown open, and seen in outline, a male figure stood upright, somewhat leaning against the doorframe, and in the next moment moved forward with a quick-silver like strike; almost as if he were gliding, as the mist rolled in around his feet, kissing at the leather wrapped about his ankles.
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*While waiting for his father's minion he looks arouns and sees Alexa and merely laughs at her attempts to make him wild. "i am immune to your wiles now Alexa do not think you can move me in anyway because you lost that ability a long time ago" he says then turns back to his minion. lifting his almost forgotten glass to his lips, he grins at his minion. "perhapse we should continue this outside where there are no annoying distractions". He says glancing at Alexa as he says that last part.
He then slowly rises drinking the last of his drink and moves towards the exit.
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After he had claimed the life of one so arrogant to claim himself as a god above all things when in fact all he had been was a leech with an ego beyond even that of most, believing in his own superiority and in doing so becoming vulnerable to things that he didn't understand, Ladislas had separated from his Mother/ Creator. Not that this would be an issue for she had never created him to be a simpering emotional creature, in fact he doubted if emotion apart from rage and the hunger for death had been instilled within him at all. Wandering the lands, reviling in his discovery of self, expanding himself into the form his mother had so carefully and skilfully created.
Secrecy inborn, moving carefully as a mortal man, for although he bore no leech per se, he still was imbued with the survival instincts of the Wamphyri which atop the base and primitive instincts flowing through his veins from the Basilisk heritage made his life force burn strongly. Full daylight or darkest night he had travelled, listening and learning, discovering his affinity for the serpentine giving him eyes and ears for it seemed the serpents revered his presence and he had arbitrarily been given a power of command over his slithering brethren.
Now however he sought the wisdom of his creator for he wanted to explore teh mutation of creatures, specifically his brethren into more useful creatures of war and suffering hence he he had entered this place where he believed one whom worshipped his mother as a goddess existed. Always such rumours, but this one had caught his attention more then others, supposedly residing in a tavern known as the weeping reaper in the roughest end of town. Making his way through the narrow, dingy streets until he beheld the building the door opened and the scent of wamphyri reaching his nostrils, survival instinct automatically reacting for he knew instinctively these to whom he bore passing similarity were deadly dangerous beings.
The skin of his fists up to his wrists, hardening and toughening, scales forming in silvery coarseness, fingers elongating as tiny jagged barbs gleaming with his bodies effulgent toxins forming to cover his hands and wrists. To the casual observer would simply appear as if he wore gloves, but these gloves were deadly to creatures, demons and man alike. To his knowledge only his mother bore any immunity. He stepped forth to enter the tavern, a naked woman dancing in sensual abandon, a hag smelling of rotten sex, the wamphyri whose essence he had discerned, a cloaked figure making as to leave and his mother in all her magnificence looking as if she were ready to destroy the one standing before her. This was the right place and Ladislas would now wait for his mothers notice for he knew above all things not to interrupt her when business was at hand.
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Radu was enthralled upon the sights; the various scents that roamed about the interior of the Weeping Reaper establishment. from the two old hags; they might have been quite the lookers back in the day; looking like aged Wamphyri Ladies at the heighth of their power; on a very bad day. That was something he didn't see every night. Adverting his feral and intense gaze, he swept it around his immediate surroundings; noticed the naked woman who had been dancing, the man that had entered the tavern behind him. This was quite a bit for his hyper-sensitive mind to take in all at once, and he pivotted and took a step; as his shoulder came or might come into contact with a man who was heading toward the exit { Tanthis }. His eyes all but narrowed to reptilian like slits; as his right hand dipped down with a subtle gesture; sliding it within the velvet lined interior of the Gauntlet hooked upon his belt.
His tongue licked at the elongated and scything teeth that were splitting down from his gums; as he whipped around in a lightning-lithe motion of a graceful dance upon the heels of his boots; his cloak whipping out as the clasp loosens and it slips from his shoulders and pools upon the floor like some dark sentient shadow. Pale tiers part with a venomous lash of his now forking tongue, " Watch where you are going, pathetic bag of blood. How dare you touch a Lord," he seethed with a defiant breath. The arrogancy of the Wamphyri raced through his blood and the parasitic leech inside reared up its spatulated head within the bowels of his darkened soul; or what little there was, and fed him a rush of heightened emotion in surges of anger and hate. Bloodlust which filled his eyes. Radu wanted to do nothing more than to eviscerate and fillet this worm right here and now.
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~Genevieve ~
All around them was sex and destruction. This was all fully new to her in some ways, yet she said nothing and gave no actions to perceive other wise. Her gaze turned towards the room and she leaned slightly to the side to avoid some shards of wood. Her gaze turned back towards Kain and his female companions for only a moment. She was young, he hadnât miscalculated, however she was far from stupid. Her mortal years had taught her a lot, and for a man of his status, with so many women around him, to be sitting with her and showing any kind of interest was to be taken with much care, she wouldnât allow herself to be put in to any kind of danger if she could help it.
As he pried at her mind she was about to give him the things he desired to know, her age, her sire, and yet the connection was broken the moment Atra made herself know. Genevieve did not even have a chance to verbally respond to him. His sudden change in attention was enough to cause Genevieve to also look, however she had no idea who it was she was looking at. Sinking down in to her chair she lowered her gaze, knowing power when she saw it, and folded her arms around herself. For now she sat quiet, something she seldom did considering her rather rebellious nature. Lifting her gaze slightly she glanced towards Kain who clearly held some infatuation for this woman. Smirking some she shook her head, it was clear he didnât sleep alone when the sun came up. It almost mind blowing how much disgust was within these walls already, and yet it seemed some things might be changing. A few people had stopped in their tracks to look at Atra, this was something she noticed also, and yet she still didnât understand why. Sure she was breath takingly beautiful, but there was more to it of course.
Elena (The Mortal girl)
Once the door way had been cleared the blonde haired beauty stepped inside. She was bread to perfection, and yet she held a noticeable tan. Clearly the blood that pulsed through her veins was that of a mortal. Plush ruby lips parted as she inspected the room around her, arching a thin brow towards the broken décor and yet she said nothing as she moved forward and off towards the right. Outside her carriage sat, she was traveling it seemed, and had taken a stop at the closest tavern, this one of course.
The wall of her alley in her move around the room, she inspected a few pardons as they sat and drank or fought and continued to destroy the room, and yet she said nothing or seemed surprised. She had been in many other taverns in her journeys, a few drunken men were nothing new to her. An over cloak, brow in color, rested over her shoulders, shielding the actual gem she was. Blond locks were drawn up in a mess of curls away from her face and it was clear she was lacking in sleep from the small bags under her eyes. Little did she know that she was perhaps the only mortal now within these walls.
I am now playing two characters in here, I've decided to just use this name to post as all of them, and will do so unless I bring in a very important character later on. Just look for a name, that is where the post for that character will start.
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Waiting for someone to serve him proved torturous to Captain Tim, who had always believed not to wait in one place for very long, simply because you never know who may be stalking you while you are still. He had sat in his chair for a while, waiting to be served, and yet did not still want to make any commotion to get attention. It simply was not of his way to do so. Yet, the pirate in him would say otherwise. If he wanted something of his crew, he was not afraid to command it. This time there was no crew to command, and he had no right doing so in the tavern. But if there was one thing he was good at was getting attention while pretending to do something accidentally. He begins to toy with a dagger pulled out from inside his left boot, pretending just to spin it in his hand just for the sake of keeping his hands busy. His fingers prove swift with the weapon as he twirls it around, letting the blade dance through every digit as if he were a trained performer.
And as the blade spins faster and faster in his hand, he then lets go as if having lost his grip on the object, as it twirls in the air, and hits the edge of the bar table. He was not far from the bar table of course, which made it seem perfect as being an accident.
He then sinks in his chair pretending as if he had just had a bout of clumsiness. He looks around to see if that may have gotten anyone's attention. Nervously the fingers on his right hand tap the surface of the table. It was clear he was extremely nervous about something and sitting down for such a long time, did feel uneasy for the young pirate captain, who rarely stayed on land for any length of time.
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Behind the mask of shadows, icy eyes peered out at the club scene. A sinister smile wound its way onto the young woman's face. Ah, but she did love parties. Even before she emerged from her protective shadow, her hips swayed to and fro, as if the beat of the music gave them a life of their own. Stepping finally from her place of darkness into the dim lights of the tavern proper, she moved with grace although she seemed to have no real destination in mind. Her arms, thin but muscular, joined her hips in dancing, winding through the air like a pair of snakes. The dance itself was much like that of any other whore's, except that it contained a hint of a primitive, almost animalistic nature.
Kaitcha's eyes remained closed for a few moments as she moved through the crowds. She'd seen her prey and she'd already wound the path she would take with her eyes. Now it was up to her feet to bring her there. Past the hags, around the naked concubine, surrounded by friends - or more than likely minions. She'd seen his eyes skirt around the patrons, and hers followed to the scene of destruction. Part of the ceiling had been crashed into the floor and she suspected that obscene slurping noise had come from that area of the tavern.
She scowled mentally at herself. Her mind had lingered on the broken ceiling for too long and her feet had taken her a few steps in that direction. Doubling back gracefully, she spun once, returning to her path towards him. Deep down, she could feel the beast stir. She had not let it out yet this month and her urges were getting stronger. Her nostrils flared, taking in the sharp scents; her ears seemed to swivel this way and that, picking up slight noises most mortals would not notice. While she herself was mortal, she considered herself many, many rungs above the average human - she was different, stronger, faster, better.
Her prey was still surrounded by others but this bothered her not. She was there to make contact and offer up first impressions. What better way than in a public place where he would feel safe, at ease, and where he might try to remember a few pretty faces? Her pale lips parted in a smile, showing off well-maintained teeth - elongated canines and all.
Unlike many of the patrons here, Kaitcha was no vampire. She was immune, in fact. She'd found that out the hard way...
"Do it, Cor," she urged through gritted teeth. "I want it. You want it. What else matters?" She spat the words out, hurriedly, trying to hide the snarl that escaped nonetheless.
"Perhaps we should try this later, when you've calmed down and we've had time to research more. All of our findings so far have come out negative..."
Kaitcha need say no more. The look on her enraged face was reason enough. With one last uncertain breath, Cor leaned forward. He could smell her blood pumping through her veins. She was strong - stronger than any he'd ever tried to embrace. His hunger increased and he unconsciously lunged for her throat. His fangs pierced her snow-white flesh, the bright blood standing out as it dribbled down her neck. Her blood was sickeningly sweet. He wanted more.
A low growl filled his ears, and a sensation he hadn't felt in years caused his stomach to do a somersault - fear. He stopped what he was doing, but it was still too late. A searing pain racked his body - the source his back, where long claws had flleted his flesh open. With no time to even scream out, he watched in shock down the muzzle of the beast as her blood-soaked claws sliced his throat.
It was long before Kaitcha tired of gnawing on the bones of her late lover. When she did finally revert to her human (or was it humane?) self, the shock hit her like a kick to the stomach. She sobbed. For months, she sunk into a deep, dark depression...
But that was then and this was now. She'd learned that while she couldn't BE one of them, she could still work with them. And so she danced. Her body moved closer to the one who just might take her under his wing (Kain). If not he, there was another here who might take her not as a dancing whore, but as the warrioress she was at heart.
Her eyes wandered about, fluttering closed every so often. A glint of silver caught the corner of her eye as she opened them once, but she paid the dagger no heed as it flew parallel with her rather than towards her. Some fool was now daggerless. She couldn't help but grin to herself. Hopefully he still had a sword on him - who knew what kind of dangers one could find in a bar like this.
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Sitting in her chair quite as a mouse not making any sound or speaking to anyone sure she felt comfortable around them but she didnât know what to say to anyone. She was a shy girl normally anyways always tolled since she was little girls should be seen and not heard. She enlaces her fingers together and places them on her lap. She hears some cracking noise she looks up towards the ceiling and watches it come crashing down to the floor she looks over towards kain for a second then she looked around at the other people around her the two woman messing around then nasty smell came through the air it made raven sick to her stomach she unlaces her hands and waves her right hand back and forth in front of her nose hoping to wave away the smell. What she was seeing tonight was pretty strange and any mortal girl like herself would have just left in a hurry to freaked out.
She turns her head when a woman speaks towards her asking if she was a slave raven tilts her head abit confused about why this woman sitting in front of her would ask her something like that. But she opens her mouth just about to speak that she wasnât a slave to anyone there or any where but kain beat her to it. So she shut her mouth back up and looks around the tavern cocking an eyebrow as alexa danced around as others watched raven shakes her head and enlaces her fingers and places them on her lap. She looks down towards her wrist where she had a bracelet on it was something special to her she softly grins and plays with it for a little keeping herself busy while other things where going on she looks up again when she hears a crash and see one of the old woman being thrown by someone else. Oh this didnât look good raven thought to herself .
She looks away from the people she was sitting by and notices the new people entering the tavern raising her eyebrows and then turns her head away thinking What have I got myself into? She didnât feel comfortable that much anymore she looks at kain and locks eyes with him for a second feeling calmness wash over her again she takes a breath and sits back into her chair a little more. She brings one of her legs up and crosses it over her other one she felt like she was at ease again. But her head was still throbbing from the attack earlier that night she places three fingers on the side of her forehead and lightly rubs it until it stopped bothering her so much she touched where she had the cut pulling her hand away not seeing any blood it must have dried up a little now and starting to heal. She places her hands down onto the arm rests of the chair and started watching everyone again
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Tim gets up and without bothering anyone, slowly walks toward the bar counter to retrieve his supposedly accidentaly tossed dagger. Once at the counter he wraps his fingers around its hilt and puts one hand on the counter to prevent jostling which he knew would probably disturb a lot of patrons. With a careful twist of the wrist, he retrieves his dagger from the wooden counter. He had seen the trajectory of his throw, which he thought may have endangered Kaitcha. He was rather relieved when he saw that it did not even sail into her or in her direction. He now spots a servant coming over to him. He wanted a drink but now that was the least of his worries. He realizes that his stunt was careless and indeed was an accident. As the servant approaches, he gets up and bows to the tender.
" Parden me, but I accidentally lost grip of my dagger, and I believe I nearly hit a young lady while it slipped from my hands. Please, before you serve me, I wish for you to send a message to her. Tell her I deeply applogize for my actions and would like to invite her to my table for a drink, which I shall pay for myself. "
Tim says to the servant, who nodds and quietly goes over to Kaitcha to deliver a writen message. Silently the servant holds the message for Kaitcha, in their hand.
" The young Pirate Captain appologizes for his near miss with his dagger and wishes to make ammends by inviting you to his table for a drink."
Was all the message on a tiny scroll reads.
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[align=justify:28dbc165f9]A frigid shudder emanated over those beauteous features, attention swayed from Mobius and instead placed on the delectable naked female dancing as if caught in an enchanted trance; lucrative and seductive- enough to grasp her sights to turn around and watch momentarily from the corner of nigrescent eyes. Of course perceptions still ran rife in the proximity of where she sat poised in straddle stateliness, svelte figure not aggressive or passive, hidden somewhere between the two and her complacent miasma-shrouded mind. Thoughts coveted by mind fog and mental blocks disallowing any within the tavern to read her thoughts and determine action, however, some this evening would not leave⦠alive; it would be their own actions which would determine and seal their irreversible fate for the past no longer meant nothing to the heartless one. Chiseled chin turned at a ninety degree angle, resting along the landscapes of shoulder blade. Ravenesque rivulets shrouding right shoulder only to hang down and drape over onyx-oiled leather, trickling over bodice like midnight overshadowing the moon, silken wreathes of funeral shawl iridescent in the flickering torchlight.
This female, Alexa⦠captivating all her senses, an attraction at first but something tugged on stronger acquaintances, that of almost camaraderie. It made Atra study harder, standing as hands again rested on the back of the polished wooden mahogany chair only to expectedly flicking the furniture around, straddling lumber frame with a more suggestive, concentrated technique with her back to Mobius. Maintaining acuity, focus and direction upon every action Mobius makes whilst her back is turned, any approaching or coming into closer quarters where Atra was positioned. In every aspect there was no business in which to discuss, what she had to say was already out there to hear, and whether Mobius cared to listen or not⦠that was his manner of handling his own indiscretions. For now, Atra was more interested in watching the âshowâ, studying the movements and manipulations of naked flesh and feminine contours for there was a way in which woman moved that men could never muster or ever understand. Woman moved in the method of the most adept killer and predator, something man could never harvester or match.
Left hand rising into an âLâ shape, hand flattened out vertically so that her fingertips pointed towards the ceiling, silencing any words Mobius cared to speak- suggesting it would be more beneficial for him to watch in silence than speak and find himself departed of this world⦠and every other for that matter. Elbows resting on the backrest, left hand mithril finger armor honed to scalpel silvery peaks. Elaborate intricate patterns tracing around the proportioned lengths of her digits, from knuckle to manicured pinnacle, serrated barbs with double-sided finely honed blades designed to rupture, slit and slash without room for error, jeweled with midnight spinel, hematite and black diamond entwined in filigree. Atraâs right hand always remained naked without ornate decoration of metal and jewel for the sinister surrender of her war gauntlet, weapon of blood and bone designed for massacre and brought it about so gratifyingly. Enthralling demise, sweet enticing murder; that alone was enough to inspire the incitation of wanton lusts beneath the mask, opprobrious mirrors watching every enticing extraction of sexuality and elegance this particular woman had⦠the dancer of darkness.
Forefinger extending to attract the attention of the tender, Atraâs eyes never leaving Alexa even as satirical blades curled around russet tunic pulling his ear closer to her blood-piquant lips, her raspy voice whispering to tease the lobe with piquant perfumes of vitae before trailing along curves of throat to neck- nostrils inhaling, taking in his scent. Apertures parting as if to order her poison for the night, a wicked grin portraying as her choice was made. Extracting her head back just a little, fangs protruding from the gums as left hand curled around the back of his cranium in serrated embrace. Fingers entangling in the thick tufts of dark mantle, eyes burning like the crimson fires of hell, body snapping forwards to drive those sharpened apexes through throat and jugular, fangs digging deep, tendon and artery severed as the warmth of Goetic accolade splashed against her apertures. Head shaking in a frenzied fashion, imbibing quickly his precious essence, tearing out vocal chords and sinews of flesh after every drop had been devoured.
The victims twitching in paroxysm in her burning grasp before pulling away, digits unfurling from their grasp as her exquisite head retracted from its warm libertine of the feast. Blood-splattered exquisite features alive with roughed illumination. Smiling into those dead eyes throwing back the malice of her reflection, holding him up only to gloat fiendishly before pushing his useless carcass aside like a plaything no longer required; for it had served its purpose, and purpose it had served well. Right hand rising to wipe away the remnants of sanguine rapture with the back of her alabaster refined hand, whatever remained was enticingly licked away with a conciliatory sweep of tongue in the direction of Alexa- her new found object of euphoria. Monochromatic beauty splattered with scarlet jewels around her elegant throat like a ruby pendulant necklace, tiers of raindrop rubies adorning bodice only to decorate flawless ample cleavage.
Sumptuous spoils of her slaughter ornately resplendent in the assuaging luminosity, attracting the hunger like a moth to the flame. Again left hand beckoned to another tender, two men emerging from the back to drag off the limp corpse across the floor that left not a single drop of blood around where he fell or her feet. Of course the tall youthful man hesitated to attend to her whim, and there was nothing more that Atra hated than a man who loitered when she had beckoned him⦠not every man was fit for her consumption, why act so daunted by the possibility? It should be an honor to die in Atraâs throes of avarice, not everyone was so lucky to be the envied amongst the damned. Corners of mouth turning upwards, displaying the satisfaction of fear in his baby blue eyes, the tenseness well illustrated over strong jawline and angelic winged lips. Maybe this one had better uses than being simply, food in a warm meat sack? Maybe he could warm her skin with passionate kisses and muted affection, then die like the rest, painfully⦠slow? Then again, maybe this dancer could do the job more⦠proficiently? One or the other, perhaps even both?
Chuckling in a dark manner, fear being another pet love to hamper, lifting her chin higher to nudge against the outer perimeter of his cheek- whispering to his ear âNot you my dearest⦠but you shall serve me well with a spell of Absinthe to enliven my palate after such a tantalizing ritual.â Right hand sliding from the mid-apex of abdomen to the tip of his chin only to tap the summit of cold steel, nicking his face only slightly to draw a thin ribbon of blood. Gathering it upon blade to smudge it over lower aperture, then rising the blade to his lips and following the same course of motion. âYou could kill for me to bequeath to you such fiery kisses, unfortunately my dear you shall never know. Now run along and fetch me that drink like a good little boy!â Roughly patting his cheek to send him away, stare again returning to Alexa with that influential besotted vehemence. Noticing Kain in the background engaged in conversation or acquaintance with some relatively young, beautiful female- taking notice of all the faces gathered, staring upon the dancer in want and lust.
It was the conglomerated focus of these sins that fueled and impassioned Atraâs even more, absorbing the energy tenfold. Promptly the tender returned back to her side possessing the alcoholic opiate pleasure of her evening, Absinthe. A shot of the deep emerald liqueur in a slender crystal glass, a small sugar cube was placed on the Absinthe spoon and balanced over the crystalline rim. Setting the cube on fire by black candle light held beneath allowing the sugar to caramelize and drip into the glass from the holes. Five parts of water added resulting in the coloration to be that of a opaque greenish liquid, the âloucheâ- to drink without water leaves a bitter taste in ones mouth making it difficult to swallow and no way did Atra wish to stain the taste from her mouth when it and Absinthe make of an interesting means for embraced explorations and veneration. Waving her hand at the tender, gesturing for him to become scarce rather, swiftly⦠for his shadow was interrupting her âpersonalâ view, he too had purposefully now served, finally the male species was learning.
Sanguineous apertures rising to meet rim of iridescent beverage as liquid danced over her vexed mantric embouchements⦠sweet and yet so bitter, just like the useless agonies of love and loss. Head cocking to the right in pure arrogance, gracing along the legs of this captivating female. Soft skin and satin-like tresses flowing like liquid darkness only to bounce and swing about bountiful breasts- sinuous manipulations that demanded recognition and Atra had always appreciated beauty and perfection; in fact she relished in it. Frozen black eyes briefly looking beyond the dancer to examine those lurking, eyes narrowing at the âsecond sightâ of formidable sway being held over âAlexa?â the name had been carved on stone, visible upon the psychic pall of her mind, clear and discerning. Right hand ascending, palm turning upside down as pointing digit extended and beckoned for Alexa to come closer, directly into her propinquity. Atra had no requirement for dominance or other flamboyant powers, she had long dispelled of such indefinable theory, however more than adept in practice just these days Atra preferred more âphysicalâ contacts.
Watching whether Alexa chose to approach or not, noticing from the corner of her eyes Tanthis leaving and⦠oh⦠this was too precious, that of her ex lover entering the tavern, Radu. Hmmm the years of slumbering, his hunger must of stirred the prime evil quintessence to move, to crave for that blood once again like it had done so in the past. Another sight to behold, Ladislas entering behind Radu and blocking any means of retreat for anyone⦠especially Tanthis. Extending her mind with the innate Wamphyric ability to communicate without the means of tongue and audible words, the thoughts extending from mind to mind with telepathy and concealing her words and thoughts from anyone else but Radu- their connection maintained through the connection of blood, essence and the Dimmu. Delectable wicked dialogue endeavored for the ultimate of betrayers and villains, Atra had no loyalty to anyone and wasnât about to throw in false pretences simply to show empathyâ¦for none existed in her diabolical soul.
Two simple words would be amplified in the forefront of Raduâs and Ladislasâs mind, two simple words that meant anotherâs doom and even though he had tasted death before by her hands, this time it would be experienced between the maws of ultimate horror. âKill him!â indication also extended on the focus of Atraâs reference of whom she spoke, Tanthis- her hand rising with accusations to physically point him out as he shoved past Radu and yet to pass Ladislas. An action in itself that was enough to arouse the nature of the leech and lash back in the most abhorrent of wraths, in the most sadistic and torturous methods unimaginable to the minds of those not Wamphyric. Whether Radu killed Tanthis or not was of no relevance for should Radu not jump at the chance, certainly Ladislas would, and all Atra had to do was raise her little finger and jeering point in the direction with great umbrage. If the possibility became factor that Tanthis manages to get past them both, then Atra would do the job herself, there would be no place he could hide nowhere to run to- only accept the inevitable⦠final death.
There was once a time Atra had compassion for kinfolk that was no longer a reality in characteristics, no longer had a fault in the epitome of cruelty, what had been flawed, had now been perfected⦠to a forte. She cared not who drove the sword in deep, whose fangs drank deep of demonic ichors or the vitriol that snuffs the burning candle to that of irrevocable darkness⦠death was the sentence therefore the punishment for simply, existing with no purpose other than to irritate- a blight on the patience and nerves like a parasite digging beneath the skin, embedding itself in favorable conditions only to spawn. Some creatures were better off asphyxiated at birth than plague the worlds with meaningless existences. Snickering gravely for her own pleasure and benefit, chin languidly turning back as smoldering ember-scorched lanterns scanned askance across the entire interior of the tavern; orbs of carnelian and ophidian rhombus expanding and diluting to pierce the darkest of shadows with incomparable observation⦠combing the plethoric crepuscule with incensed curses inverted to corporeal embodiment. Malocchio foreshadowed to bear the most threatening heralds of her âcondamnation à mortâ; fixated within that trapezoid effluence.
With tedious mockery, optical orbs rolling with contemptuous expression from Tanthis and focusing on more enticing things, like Alexa for example. By now hoping that her gesture was more than obvious of intent and wish- using her own manipulation to cancel out the usage of Dominance âforcingâ Alexa to act in ways perhaps she never would. Mind control a useful tool to possess when crafted or âlesserâ races and blood, the Wamphyri preferred to work on more material surfaces. If Alexa wished to come into closer acquaintances with Atra, it would have to be of her own free will and no from the exploitation of another even if was for the means of offering and sacrifice. Besides, it was much more fun to âthrallâ when the object of the eye wanted to fight against it, anyone can produce a mindless submissive. But one with fire was much more⦠invigorating.
Précis
1. Has suggested Mobius sits and enjoys the show.
2. Killed a tender and ordered Absinthe.
3. Watching Alexa dance.
4. Taken notice of Kain with Guinevere as well as the other occupants within the tavern.
5. Ordered the death of Tanthis to Radu and Ladislas via telephony and used mind fog to hide those thoughts from everyone else except Radu and Ladislas.
6. Returned to watching Alexa and has made the means to remove the âDominanceâ and âAuspexâ being used to control Alexa. If she wishes to go to Atra, then it must be of her own free will.
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Having entered just so far as to stand in the taverns doorway, feet planted comfortably, eyes perusing what lay within, fingers flexing in the horror of his gloves, the light glistening in embryonic kaleidoscope from the wet appearing sheen giving the impression that they were crafted of the finest of skins, yet in reality, they were merely an extension of his own uncaring persona. Ladislas, a creature of fire had grown much in the time away from his mother, survival instincts had honed and refined but as he stood, effectively blocking the doorway, something impinged upon the core of flame dwelling within him, fanning it to a cold, merciless fury.
Deep within his body, his heart would begin to thud in his chest, rich poison laden ichor rushing through his system, eventuating in his lungs where a deepening of breathe would drag the heavier then air miasma into his breathe, but only slightly for he only wanted to fill the taverns doorframe with his essential paroxysm and with each breathe, only seeming slightly moreso then normal the rushing gales of air within would catch the tiniest essence brining it forth. Hands to his sides, breathe now engaging, the tavern door no longer viable for man or beast.
As he breathed, the effects of his increased heart rate would reflect in his eyes, going from normal grey, to glistening silver, the iris vanishing in the reflection of the pupils, until the eye gleamed in fae sheens. Not fully silver for if this had risen, then doom would befall many, but only as yet an indication of his inner beings readiness. For to use his ultimate would require a drastic metabolic shift, drawing deeply on electromagnetic resonances within his psyche and that was not something he wished released in this present company.
A woman dancing having caught his mothers notice and the chill gleam of vision would cross the womanâs form, the tiniest smirk of appreciation crossing his lips. Truly a fine specimen of feminine motion, but that was as far as his appreciation went. He tended to keep his pleasures for now more... painful and although the essence of Wamphyri within had tried to rouse his lusts, as yet he had chosen to direct his energies to more... destructive quotients. Others within the tavern drawing his eyes, one moving towards the doorway causing Ladislas to cock his head in punitive study, before his mothers inherent command reached his mind and his smirk deepened and chilled. Hands still by his sides, nothing would get past him... he would not fail his mother... for Ladislas knew the price of failure and would not tread that path.
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Radu hadn't needed to be asked or ordered to kill the man known as Tanthis. It was already within his nature to do so. Offended by the mere touch of the other; had been enough to push him over that edge; that boundary that separated him from the lust of ever falling prey to the beast of the Leech inside. Yet that presence of the mind; the announcement going off within the chambers of his very thoughts, the insinuating shroud of mindsmog penetrated only by one of there own. She was here? And he had not known? Curse his lack of attention span, which was now solely focused upon the one that he had been ordered; commanded to kill. A task that he would take great measures to accomplish. Radu smiled as he dipped his hand inside the cool interior of the satin lined Battle Gauntlet; and drew it up from his belt as the metal conformed to his hand.
The Lord of the Wamphyri splayed his strong digits within the metallic fingers of the gauntlet and slowly drew up his right appendgae until it was level with his face. His smile broadened and revealed the elongated fangs hidden behind his pale tiers. And with a simple gesture of flexing each finger; a corresponding action appiled and the Battle Gauntlet came to life with a series of raspiing and cutting and scything blades. Knuckle spikes shot forward up and out of the metamorphic surface. Small injection needles on the inside gave the gauntlet its fule, by impaling themselves and syphoning out his own rich sweet and dark, almost black blood to power the prototype weapon. " Any last words, boy, before you meet your final death?" Radu's voice was purified by the emotional and mortal sin of Lust. The rise of his ever dark and immortal thirst for blood and of violence.
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The effervescence that emulated from Alexa in the form of her inner soul shining thru her porcelain skin, was like a beacon to the Lady's eloquent and powerful gaze. And in the back of her silent, bound mind, Alexa was acutely aware of it. Her lithe body moved with the grace and ability of one who had lived, walked and seduced with a high level of sensuality for more than a century. And after more than six centuries, she had that seductive catlike grace in spades.
Elongated digits roamed her body as if making sure the Mistress saw every centime of her body. *How can she enjoy if she doesn't know?* her mind whispered.
They had left. Every one of the men in her life left had left. Atra looked at her the way she wanted to be looked at; as if a single painful or pleasurable caress from her would make Alexa forget all the pain, and remember and know only pleasure once more. Pleasure... pain... ecstasy and euphoria... all wrapped up into one. For all eternity. These were the things those glowing orbs seemed to convey to the dancing girl.
At first she felt the auspex slide from her mind. The slowly growing clarity as dominance faded as well allowed Alexa to begin to feel the people and emotions around her. She was aware of the lust of the hags, the revulsion of those nearest them. She felt the anger in Radu and Ladislas and the contempt and blasé fair idylism within Tanthis. She felt the pride and desire to please, in her keeper, Kain, and the intrigue, curiosity and contempt in those in and around him.
Directed towards her, as her hips continued to move for lack of desire to stop and seem suddenly foolish, she felt lust, want, desire and hatred. Some hated the fact they could not have her, and some hated the fact that the one they were with wanted her more.
But none of these compared to the eyes that bore into her deepest soul and conveyed desire, impressiveness and power towards her. The power emulating from Atra slinked over the gaze they shared as if ribbon were wrapping them together in a mortal hand fasting. She felt promises of pleasures within those eyes, she felt a need and want to BE pleasured as well. Something in that gaze made Alexa's heart ache to heal whatever wound she perceived to be there, real or imagined. The empathy slowly waned till only Atra filled her vision and her mind.
She continued to dance, but this time her feet clicked in stiletto heels over the floor as her hips swayed. She passed Radu and Tanthis without even a glance and walked thru the near palatable longings as those around her saw her move within then back outside of their reach. She cast a momentary glance at Mobius, as she approached as well. She let her eyes register recognition, but nothing more.
She let her hips and lithe legs bring her within a hand's reach of the Mistress of the Realm and it was there she paused long enough to allow her body to half curtsy, half bow, before rising in a swishing motion that launched her body back into the swaying, seductive rhythm of the music in the tavern. Her lips whispered softly as she swayed, âYou wished me here, Mlady. And to you, alone, I come willingly. What would you have of me?â
The offering within the simple words were clear. She was not blind and had not failed to see the death of the barkeep, nor failed to feel the power, reverence and rage that boiled beneath the porcelain pure surface of skin before her. She recognized this woman from her past, who seemed to have come into power tenfold more than when last they cast gazes upon one another. Alexa had grown as well. More lithe, graceful and comfortable in the skin of the vampyre she wore, as compared to the simpering, scared childer of just five centuries past.
With the recognition between them, the words, simple to those others who heard, would hold more weight for the one spoken too.
She continued to move and writhe as if in the throws of a passionate embrace because it was those motions that had attracted the Mistress, so what was the point in stopping and risking losing that look?
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CRACK
The air outside the tavern split as though lightning had struck nearby, and the sound rattled the windows and the door as a shimmer appeared in the air. The disturbance just looked like that which you might see over a fire at first, but color came to it an instant later, and started to spread, an aurora appearing from nothing a few feet above the road. Energy radiated from it, the power of another realm, and brighter and brighter light spilled from the shimmer, until suddenly the shimmering colors resolved into a pure white disc, five feet in diameter, hanging about six feet above the street. Energy poured out the portal, like a sun to the magical senses, and a few sparks shot off it, tiny flashes of forked lightning.
CRACK
With a flash, a shape shot out of the disc, and even more suddenly than it had appeared, the gateway snapped shut, again rattling the windows with the thunder-like sound. Dazed, the man that the phenomenon had pitched headlong into the road pushed himself up slightly, fingers running across the surface of the ground.
"Road..."
He pushed himself up, shaky on his feet, and walked over towards the tavern, which he could see almost glowing from the energy inside it. He tripped on a step, though, and hit the small set of stairs hard, wincing heavily before he pulled himself back, sitting on the middle of three steps, just trying to catch his breath. His long azure hair fell down in his face, though his eyes stayed closed, and he was wrapped in a charcoal gray cloak of a kind of soft cloth, something like cotton, his clothes beneath it simple black pants, and a shirt almost the color of his hair. His left arm, however, seemed covered in ice - he moved it as easily as he did his other, but the whole arm was encased in glittering crystal, coming to razor ends at his fingertips. When he moved, the crystal shifted with it, as though the ice itself lived just as surely as he did. He had a large, bulky case on his back, and a much smaller bag at his side, hanging over one shoulder.
"I have got to stop traveling this way..."
He didn't even know how it had happened... those people had set upon him on his way home, he had fought back, and all of a sudden... the light... and oh gods the headache... he pressed a hand to his forehead, eyes squeezing shut tighter against the pain. After a few moments he worked up the fortitude to pushe himself off the steps, and turned back towards the door. He was about to walk towards it, and he had held a hand out slightly to push it open - he was sure that was where the door was, he could hear best through that space. Before he moved, though, he felt the cold again on his arm, and realized his spell still encased the limb. He lowered the hand and shook his head slightly, chiding himself - he was far too out of it... As the arm fell, a soft glow, almost like blue fire, spread across the surface of the ice, and it simply melted away as if sublimated, vanishing and leaving just skin and the long sleeve of his shirt where it had been, though the glow remained for a moment before it too faded away. He didn't move from his place at the steps even then, though, as his senses continued to fall back into place, and his eyes narrowed slightly. Someone was at the door already, and he...
By the gods... what kind of place...?
He had been so distracted before by the aftermath of the plane shift and trying to get his bearings that he hadn't noticed the one very obvious fact about the majority of the auras in the place:
They were cold.
My luck gets better and better, doesn't it...?
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Much ado about nothing, or was it nothing. Kain leered towards the back of Tanthis after the strange encounter then chuckled ominously as the fool brushed a new entrant to the tavern and Kain's eyes widened appreciatively. Radu... the former lover of Atra.. not a good one to casually brush against for such creatures were to easily aroused to fight and Radu's response was typical of his kind. Kain would mentally gesture to his staff and hired thugs to remain clear and allow this conflict, for after Tanthis had opened his mouth reinvoking the curse so long ago laid upon Kain, any semblance of respect or even consideration had been tossed aside and from black lips only two words would emerge..."Fuck him!"
The young sailor, seemingly out of place, however as with all sailors, whenever a port was struck they could adapt to what was offered, and this man no exception. A nod form Kain and a tender would present him with a large bucket of ale⦠Kain was after all a good host even though he hosted mainly to serve his own dark agenda. Hand reaching out to stroke the back of Ravens hand, slightly lessening his domination of her mind⦠Still keeping her calm, but wishing to hear her own opinion of what ventured forth this night. Attention on Alexa and Atraâs interaction, a smile widening as Atra gave her sole focus to Alexa and Kain found himself well pleased for finding this vampire whom still carried a soul. It seemed he still choose wisely when giving to the goddess. A dead tender meant nothing for the mistress was to be served above all others.
The woman across from him, caught up in others events, watching, he would allow her this tiny grace, before again his dominance would impose, for he desired to no more of this âkindredâ spirit. Such was the way of Kain, so many times, elders had sent such creatures to try and lure him out, all hoping to diablerise the original, all hoping to be the one to claim they had eradicated the father, thus his caution extending. One sitting back in the tavern, seemingly watching all, but Kain could feel her gaze upon him⦠and being the focus as extroverted as he liked to be, still made him turn his head and allow his eyes to look directly into Kaitâs gaze, a challenge or an invitation⦠who could say⦠more to simply allow that he knew she watched⦠She could approach of her own choice or not⦠he would await her choice. A chuckle and mouthing âAll good things come to those who waitâ¦â
The opening door and another stepping in, (Ladislas) stopping int the doorway, something clouding Kainâs awareness of him but his stance aggressively blocking Tanthisâs path. (It seemed there was more then one desirous of dancing with the arrogant fool and Kain perceived this could be a damn good show. Mobius left to his own devices, for now⦠Atra would obviously deal with him later, but the ethereal word given from the goddess to both Radu and the newcomer to kill Tanthis brought a choked laugh to Kains lips⦠Tonights entertainment was better then anything planned. The old witches, Baba Yaga having been summarily dismissed and amusement as Sycorax actually attempted to show respect to Atra⦠Well even the old and unwise could offer change if they realised what they faced.
For now however his hand would trace up the arm of Raven, drawing her closer, a fatherly gesture? Or something else. Anotherâs sense impinging, Kainâs notice given⦠but no more for now⦠after all, when one entered by such unusual means, they were welcome⦠at least for now.
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[align=justify:04844eb014] The words spoken from the sultry lips of the dancer, inspired no vocal retort only a delicate hand reaching out to brush along the curve of Alexaâs waist; dark glances studiously sweeping over voluptuous landscape of feminine beauty and allure. There was something about this woman that struck discordant strings on the pall of Atraâs memory â something of her past though regretfully coveted by years of blood and slaughter. There had been little beauty in Atraâs life and all that she knew of beauty was that it rapidly faded, wilted and turned to dust. Fingers tickling like the legs of spiders over sublime contours with the sharp tips of fingernails and temperate palms; to stir⦠insurmountable passions, albeit of emotion and derisive of sympathetic caress. Atraâs left hand bringing the crystalline glass of Absinthe up towards her lips and finishing the last remnants of verdant illumined wormwood bitterness, sweetened with caramelised sugars. A sinister simper crossing her lips as svelte body arose, glass discarded over right shoulder to smash against the far side wall⦠Shattering the diamante shards across the wooden floorboards. Other hand tracing along Alexaâs arm with gnarled solace and piquant succour; soothing and seductively tender â savouring applied with delicate pressures.
Barely able to ignore the fact the lady was naked, Atraâs cold hard stare leisurely scanning over tempting landscapes of divine yearning and exquisite sins⦠erotic and unexplored. It would be sweet to taste those sins from Atraâs apertures upon hers. Wanting⦠tasting⦠licking over this womanâs angelic arches provocatively; pressing her own leather clad miniscule physique against the naked contours of Alexa⦠hips constricted in binding to blackness and tourniquet bandages swathed around concave navel and the well toned firmness of perfectly rounded yet hard muscled derriere. Tiers exposing milky flesh twixt hips and silver skull clasp. Alexaâs nipple chains and piercing still bleeding arousing a slender arch of raven-spired eyebrows in response, her left hand palm rising to rest on the curve of Alexaâs hips only to ascend with the summating curves along bodice and breast â silver armoured thumb taking particular care to purposely brush over the pert nub of erected nipple⦠she was a sweet thing, indeed. Now to discover how sweet those lips of hers were to taste instead of just thinking about it.
The entire time Atraâs thumb remained teasing Alexaâs breast, her eyes would be studying the depths of Alexaâs, behind the eyes, the molten edges of passion would be pouring forth insinuating visions of limbs entangled in flaming lust and moaning caress. Her left knee rising slowly, pushing up the inner thigh of Alexa, rising higher and higher giving Alexa the chance to grind if she desired for Atra wished to feel Alexaâs satisfaction, to hear her scream name in worship of lustful perversion and already such images flickered in Atraâs mind. Right hand reaching around to caress the side of Alexaâs face, moving slowly back to begin drawing Alexaâs face closer, slowly⦠carefully⦠gently as those fatal strawberry rouged lips, parted slightly allowing tip of tongue to trace the divine arches, piquant absinthe breath and glistening droplets as leaning closer⦠pausing, then closer again, barely a gap then tongue reaching, begging⦠gently touching, making contact with electrifying consequence as Atra shuddered in the taste of Alexa, then tongue seeking to part Alexaâs sweet apertures so that she could entangle her tongue, her mouth in the passion of ages⦠no longer caring that others were about⦠the only thought was to take this beauty, to make love with her until she screamed⦠then pleasure her more until reason faded and only lust and passion remained.
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Tim had never seen a bucket of ale as large as was presented to him by his tender. At this point he was grateful for whatever he was given, and smiles graciously to his tender, searching for his sack of coins to give proper payment to the tender.
" Ah, this is quite genrous of you sir, allow me to give you payment for the ale." Tim replied in a polite manner. Even though he was a Pirate of the seas, he still believed in good manners. Through his graciousness for the service, an air of anger still boiled within his blood, pumped through his veins through a vengeful heart. Yet, before retreating to his thoughts, he gives his tender generous payment with coins of gold stolen from wealthy communities in various ports. After paying his tender, he nodds with a grin on his face, and then turns to his ale. Sadness, anger, and a hunger for revenge were now at their boiling points. He wished he could share his frustration with another person but there wasn't anyone he knew at the bar. For now, he would have to keep his feelings to himself.
With a quiet sigh, he sits down and sips his ale slowly, wrapping his fingers around the stein in deep thought. The wounds now fester and the pain of a broken heart is felt along with several other emotional pangs. Sharvani betrayed him in more than just one way. The list of betrayals was more than five hundred fathoms deep beneath the largest of oceans. Now alone, he could narrow his eyes and think to himself as to how he would get his revenge for all the pain Sharvani had dealt him.
" As you have betrayed me Sharvani, I swear I will return to your shores to deal you the same toture for which you have dealt me. When I asked for guidence by your Gods, I was given nothing but torment. When I sought love and found it, you were quick to take it away. When I sought to dedicate my services to you you shunned me away like an unwanted parasite. Ohh Sharvani, you will pay for those deeds you cast upon me. As soon as I find a new crew to raise my sails, I shall sail for your shores once again. "
Revenge. It was what Tim wanted more than anything else. But before he could seek it, his lost crew would have to be replaced. He hoped that someone in the tavern could help him fullfill his need. He looked around and found himself out of place, yet comfortable as to where he was. He thought of how fun it would be to have a crew that had the same things in comon with him. He hoped he could find it here.
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A tingle of anticipation rushed up the shifter's spine as she made eye contact with him (Kain). A feral grin spread across her lips, and she licked them in hopes of hiding her excitement. He'd seen her. He knew her, and so far as she could tell, he knew her intentions. The words he mouthed to her confounded her some, but they were not enough to deter her. She wasn't looking for good things. She was looking for the great things... and she was no fan of waiting.
As one song ended, so too did Kaitcha's focus on him. Something tapped her shoulder and she nearly snarled aloud as she spun. Her eyes, shining brightly, studied the face of the one in front of her. A servant by the looks of it. And what was this? A note. For her? Taking the parchment gently, she scanned it, allowing herself to cool off and calm down. Damn, but her emotions were getting the best of her tonight. Shoving her violent intentions back down below, her vision cleared and she was able to really read what had been written.
It was an invitation from the "daggerless fool". Grinning, she turned her attention to the sailor, ignoring the servant. With a quick flick of her wrist, she sent the man off and made her way over to the pirate as a new song started. This time, she did not dance. The mood was gone, and she had other prey for the moment being.
He had almost given up on her when she arrived at his table. He offered her a seat and waited for her to accept it.
Finely plucked eyebrows raised, one just above the other for a brief moment. She eyed the man, taking in his clothes, his more than likely sea-worthy arrogance, and most of all, his words. "Actually, I came to apologize," she started, her lips parting in a sorrow-filled smile. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask for a rain check. I'm not here for long and," her eyes wandered towards Kain a bit, despite her greatest efforts to keep them still, "there's someone with whom I must make an acquaintance before I go..." Her eyes met his and she smiled hungrily. "Perhaps I could get your name before I go... We could go for coffee sometime - If you're not at sea, that is." Pink lips tilted up into a small smirk as she awaited his response.
He laughed. "Make it a pint, and you are buying." He laughed as he gave his name and regretfully watched her walk away. "Too bad old man. Coulda had some excitement of your own." He laughed and went back to drinking his free drink. Afterall, would have been impolite not too. His brooding mood returned as he leaned back to watch the room.
Kaitcha grinned wickedly and nodded. "It's a date, Tim." A simple name, but easily remembered. Tucking his face into the back corner of her mind, she began to focus once again on making her way over to Kain. She heard Tim's words and couldn't help but snort quietly. Oh, if only he knew. As she moved gracefully towards the first gen, she took in his posture and movements, subtle though they were. This was his place to be and he had no shame in anything he did it seemed. Arrogance, some might call it. Kait considered it pride - well-earned pride nonetheless.
Taking a quick check of her surroundings, Kaitcha noted the trio of aggressive males hovering near the doorway. A two-on-one brawl would be ensuing she guessed, with a feral grin. She also noticed the man standing behind the one in the doorway... as if he could hide from her. Hah! As if... Finally returning her gaze towards her target, Kaitcha sucked in a deep breath. She was still halfway across the room from him, but she was already starting to ready her nerves for the meeting.
Another flash of silver caught the shifter's eye and she cursed beneath her breath, expecting the pirate to run up after a "lost" dagger. But it was not Tim. It was... a goddess... And the woman whom Kaitcha had considered a whore earlier. Perhaps she was a whore, but perhaps she was just very physically attracted to the goddess and couldn't contain herself. Either way, both women seemed quite content with each other's presence. When at least she wrenched her now yellow eyes from the pair, she found her breath had caught in her throat. Soon... she promised herself, trying hard to push thoughts of rushing over to join them back deep into her skull. She was here for a reason... what that reason was seemed to be slipping slowly away, though...
No! Kain. She caught sight of the Vampire and grunted softly. That was her mission. It was very easy. Make contact. Let him know who she was. Leave. Done.
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Emerald green eyes swept the hallway, first to the left and then to the right as a petite pale hand reached for the doorknob. So far, so good, no one had spotted her and she had not seen anyone. Bare feet made no sound on the flagstone floor of the castle as she eased into the room the door opened into. Silently closing the door behind her, the young red head took stock of the room, one chair set carelessly into a corner, almost as if forgotten, and in the opposite corner stood what looked like a tall mirror. She stayed near the shadows as she made her way around the room, the black leather pants and black silk shirt blending within them much better than her pale skin. But she was used to the contrast, and since there was no one nearby, she did not worry. Her first thought was disappointment. Having heard so much about this particular room, she had expected much more than a simple chair and mirror. She sat in the chair and gazed without really seeing at the mirror. As her thoughts wandered, she keep getting a nagging feeling that something was odd. Then it dawned on her. She stood and took three silent steps towards the mirror, peering into it. She did not see her reflection. Which was odd in itself, but even more so were the shapes she could see. She looked around the room again, well used to magic and illusions, but she did not sense either. Slowly her eyes turned back to the mirror. One pale hand reached out, fingertips just brushing the surface.
Suddenly, a wild wind sprang up in the room. Sounds of tortured screaming blasted her ears, driving her to her knees. The wind snatched at her long red curls, whipping them around her face, blinding her. She crouched, cowering and leaned forward as if seeking the doorway. Instead, she found the mirror. As swift as it started, the wind and screaming vanished from the room. A passing servant stopped and looked into the room a moment. Not seeing anything out of place, he turned, shut the door, and continued on.
A strong sense of self preservation kept her from completely loosing consciousness. Once she felt more grounded, she called on her blood and wrapped a quick, simple, yet effective illusion around herself. No longer the usual petite green eyed red head; instead the slightly taller brunette pushed herself to her feet and gazed around trying to get her bearings. Dark brown eyes noticed a line of people nearby, waiting to get into what looked like a tavern of some sort. She pasted a smile on her face, and headed in that direction. Surely she could hear something to give her a clue of her where abouts in the club. And, as long as there were no other kindred nearby, using Auspex, she could blend in so easily with the mortals.
Glancing down, she twisted the illusion with a slight bit of will. With a grin, the curvaceous brunette clad in a long gown dark blue gown matching the style she was seeing headed towards the group of people. As she drew nearer, she noted the door was blocked. Senses alert now, she stepped away a few feet. Perhaps, she would do better to simple watch from a distance for a moment or two. So thinking, she moved and blended into the shadows across the street from the entrance to the club. Another subtle illusion made sure that her pale skin was blended in with the shadows. She took up a position where she had a clear view of the doorway and leaned against the wall. She laughed a bit as she settled down to watch. âWell, you said you were bored Kyria, looks like you got your adventure after allâ, she thought to herself.
(OK, not sure how you are all posting the use of disciplines, but really wanted to get in and get going with Kyr here.)
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~Genevieve~
The moment Kain picked at her mind again he of course was allowed to see whatever it was he wanted. She gave him the name and face of her sire, and the fact that she had no agenda to her being here. Her gaze met his for a brief moment as if she knew what he was doing before he even began. She smirked slightly and adverted her gaze back towards the room around her. For a moment she lingered on Radu, the words he spoke were enough to dampen any evil thighs. However she found little interest in it considering it didnât concern her, none of this did. She again glanced towards Atra and the dancing slave as they displayed their attractions. Most men would pay to see such things, however she had seen it before and yet it was different. Not many people held such passion and most of the time is was just carnal lust, however with Atra is was clearly more passionate and this is what caused her to look longer then she might have.
Yet again her gaze adverted, knowing that if people were not brawling all over the tavern that they were staring at Atra and Alexa as she had just been. Her eyes rested on Kain again, while he was an interesting being his attentions were to split, she kept her silence and watched as he turned his affections towards Raven. She wasnât jealous, she had no reason to be, and yet it caused her to lose more interest in him then she might have had. She again turned towards Radu, wanting to see in what manner he would give this man his certain death, it was exciting and yet almost expected among such a crowd as this. Sex and violence, what more could you ask for?
Reaching up she brushed away a few stay hairs and leaned back in to her chair again, her arms folding against her stomach. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, pondering if a drink was in order and yet not moving to get one as she simply watched the small brawl before her. Her gown was heavy and she wished then that she had been born a boy, however she knew the perks to being a woman and while it was a hassle at times she wouldnât have traded it for the world.
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Alexa was mesmerized. Here was a woman who found her alluring, appealing and wanted her solely out of all the women and men within the club.
As Atra rose and began to caress Alexa, her skin felt cold and on fire all at once. The smooth touch of the Lady was almost enough to make her forget everything and just fall into the woman's arms. Alexander had never touched her the way this woman was. They had been soul bound and married for so long, but he had been gone for decades and Alexa had assumed the bond was merely for power over her, now, and not for love. It was why she had been so easily swayed into Kain's embrace. She believed her life over and death at Kain's hands, so she thought she was stepping into, was more welcoming than an unlife alone once more.
*Atra....* Her mind whispered just as her lips parted for that wanted kiss. âAtra...â she cooed in recognition as her lips and tongue were devoured. She remembered this goddess female from so long ago. But the power coming from her now was nothing like what poor Alexa had remembered. Something Atra would discover upon kissing Alexa is that in arriving here, being bound to Kain and allowing this side of her to be freed, her own power was coming to the fore as well.
Mere empathy was all Alexa had been good for before. Feeding those stronger than her because conscious wouldn't let her do less. Now she cared not if her enemy fell at her back (Tanthis). She had learned in this short time that she had been denying what she was.
As that moment of realization tripped that switch deep inside her, Alexa closed the final minuscule gap between them and her sensations were overrun with the sights, smells and tastes of the woman who held her. The feel of soft leather caressing up her inner thigh was so exquisite, she lifted her right foot and set the stiletto clad foot on the edge of Atra's abandoned seat for stability and bent her other knee slightly so the leather thigh would press and feel the heat of Alexa's desire. She would part her own crimson carmined lips to allow the Goddess to bless her and taste of the offering she was freely giving. Her naked body pressed to the Lady's fingers and the moan that fell from her as the pinch on her nipple drew fresh blood, filled the space around them.
Her hands slide up Atra's perfect body and around her neck to caress fingers thru her hair and over her neck as they kissed. The motion of her grinding on Atra's leg bringing her closer to the edge as she returned the motions. If allowed to continue and granted it, the explosion building with Alexa would explode with a fever she hadn't realized, till now, she wanted like the vitae that kept her in this existence.
Her body moved like a lover seeking something more than touch and wanting to draw from Atra the same pleasure. Something within her said if she pleased this woman, all would be well in her unlife once more. And her empathy, freed from the binding confines of Kain's mind, reached slowly to seek the desire within Atra and see if this was something she wanted for power sake or because deep inside, perhaps, she wanted it as much as Alexa did.
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This is from the storyline thread "Awake Once More" Alexander is there with Darius on the mortal plane, not here in the tavern just so all parties know what is going on.....But this thread does directly effect Alexa.
Alexander in a moment of decisive aggression focussed his energies and called upon the soul bond that he and Alexa shared. Channeling raw power and demonic vestments he mentally forced the channel open as their minds became one. With a thunderous display of driving power and energies Alexander in one word said Alexa calmly from his mouth. However, through the bond the word was heard in a very different light. It was filled with rage, anguish, harshness, vengeance ALLLLEEEEXXXXXAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! The emotions used were the most powerful in his arsenal of chaotic powers to bridge the gap between him and Alexa. For he truly was concerned so he used what was necessary to get her attention. And nothing says, "looky here bitch," like pure rage......
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Radu was growing tired of waiting for the response from the man known as Tanthis. Actions dictated the course of which had already been set into motion, and the Wamphyri Lord had no patience when it came to those whom stood in his way. Those who lacked the balls enough to stand up and to take Fate and walk with her hand-in-hand. The delay of the inevitable was working its way beneath his skin; like a worm eating at the flesh of those left to rot in their graves. Radu considered the options he had available; there was no turning back. To show mercy or remorse, would only make him look bad in front of his woman, and as a Wamphyri, he was too proud, too arrogant to ever back down. His only choice left was to take action. With a subtle flow of thoughts and control from his mind and down to his left arm, as he reached down toward his right hip.
In one swifter gesture, Radu brought his right arm across and over his chest; his metallic clawed fingers flexing with the coming and sudden rush of anticipation. A somewhat of a lustful emotion; a light in the very recesses of his eyes flared into life; giving them a bright crimson glow; like smoldering embers after a dying fire, yet nothing betrayed his intentions. A choking hand of mindsmog would close off his ind and remove its presence from those who might try and peek inside, ( burning two blood points to activate Celerity; Sanguinary Wind ). Radu bit the inside of his lip and spat out a couple drops of his blood, burning it to activate his vampiric speed, and with the knowledge of celerity, making him move inconceivably quicker than most could see. Radu stepped forward in the next moment, and became now, a whirling deverish of destructive force, reacting to his leech's thoughts before he even knew what his body was doing, as he draws his left hand up, pulling his blade free and then swinging with a powerful backhand. His right hand ( Battle Gauntlet ready ), aimed to tear out his throat, as his left hand ( sword in hand: see character sheet for description ) came sweeping across toward his belly, to spill his innards upon the floor of the tavern.
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Throne Room - Pandemonium
The eyes of the mad God danced over the happenings before him, as fluid and shapeless as mercury, Napalu watched as the seemingly young woman was marched up before him. As all things transpired before him a slight twinge was making its way into Napalu's left nostril, the lower lid of his left eye began to twitch, "I don't know you, lady, but you've come a long way to get here --" he said, hoping to fight off the intrusion in his nasal passage. Ah-choo! He lost the battle, but strangely reality was not altered, no abnomalities in space-time, not even a single feather burst from his anus. "As I was saying.." he continued, "you may as well tell me why you've made the perilous journey to my home, human-type-thing---". Without indication, without warning, the attack returned and metallic sparks shot like tiny, florescent projectiles from Napalu's nose. WA-A-A-A-A-A-ACHO-O-O-O-O-O-O!
Reality ebbed in the flash of his searing sneeze, like ripples over a tranquil pond, all matter and consciousness combined faultered in the midst of absolute chaos. Even before Napalu could recover from the event changes had been set in motion; Ophion, his dear brother, vanished into thin air. Avatar, his loyal and faithful servant froze before him as if in suspended animation. All other beings in the realm of the God have stopped too, even the thrall of wind and rock that surrounded his glorious stone throne room had ceased to be. "Strange.." he spoke to himself under breath, as though his voice alone may shatter the living statues before him. Something else was amiss, Napalu could feel it, but the mischevious God could not quite put his finger on it. "What the!?" he exclaimed, as Napalu saw that there was something most definately wrong in the realm of Pandemonium; his feet had gone missing! Both shoes and feet were trotting off across the room without Napalu to power them, as if the appendages had been given a mind of their own. "Hey! Come back here you little.. " the bemused God shouted while chasing down his own two feet on stubby legs.
Napalu's feet, anxious to play games with the slightly-irritated-yet-still-playful-God, summoned whatever powers granted them by being part of the God of Chaos and slipped through a rift in the realm; gone to another place and/or time. Clenching his fists and cursing under his breath, Napalu sneered, chasing after the elusive extensions. Off he went, after his feet, into the doorway through space and time to find himself.
Somewhere in the stratosphere - The Weeping Reaper
ZOINK! and a clap of thunder was the herald for the God's arrival on the Prime Material, not even a big clap of thunder, just a rolling lull in the distance. The two came from the rift with the break-neck speed and immediately hurtled toward the ground below. The air whistled loudly as the two approached the troposphere, burning through it like a beam of light cast down from the heavens, only to fade soon afterward; but leaving that annoying greenish-blue discoloration in the eyes of any onlookers, the kind that makes it really difficult to focus on anything. As the laws of physics would have it, at some point the two should have broken the sound barrier and made some sort of grandiose announcement to their arrival, unfortunately for any humanoid (or otherwise) being below, the laws of physics did not apply to Napalu; in any realm.
Napalu's cheeks rippled and flapped backward, stretching his facial tissue to a point where his faux muscle fibers and skeletal structure could be seen, that is, if any being could see it; they could not, he was moving much too fast (but it does illustrate how crazy-super-fast they were going - omg pc hax). Tiny outstretched digits sought to grasp the equally tiny body parts that traveled only nanoseconds before them, but in terms of the speed the two were actually traveling, that distance was more than twelve feet. In another awkward turn of events Napalu, and his runaway feetsies, manifested in the realm at one-tneth their actual size, making them no larger than a blade of grass. This fact hadn't dawned on Napalu, having been pre-occupied with capturing his own two feet, until he saw the gargantuan structure of the Weeping reaper before them.
ZZZZT! Was the sound Napalu made as he and his feet burned clean through the roof of the Weeping Reaper and whizzed over the top of Radu's head with enough speed to make the Wamphyri's hair whip around his face wildly (perhaps even shave or rip a few locks of hair off). Unfortunately for dear Tanthis, the trajectory and speed of the God's entry put his right eyeball directly in his path. It certainly was a day of unfortunate events for this Tanthis fellow, now he was going to be killed, completely unintentionally, by the God of Chaos himself; who just really wanted to get his feet back where they belong. With the speed that only a God could travel at and survive, let alone spot, behind him, Napalu would have ripped through Tanthis' face like a Ginsu knife through water (you know, a really, really fast ginsu knife.. That happened to be a God, that could pretty much do anything it pleased, right.. Moving on). The force behind Napalu would be enough to spin Tanthis' head completely off his shoulders, shrink slightly, and explode with enough bang to cover a majority of whatever patrons were in a thirty foot radius (I don't know what that is in metric, you do the conversion..), liquifying bone and muscle tissues into a mucus like, pale pink, mist.
Napalu, now caked in whatever cranial matter was inside Tanthis, didn't stop; he continued through the air whilst shattering glassware, hurling tankards across the room, burning nickel sized holes in any wooden or fabric furniture in his path. It wasn't until Napalu, the little hellian comet, exploded through the walls of the tavern's larder and became fixed in a mountain of fruit gelatin (right next to a bit of apple, in case you were wondering). Clawing his way through the wriggly, half-solid substance, Napalu managed to grapple his feet while they busied themselves devouring a morsel of peach, wrestling with the appendages until he was finally able to slip them back onto his stubby, little legs.
It was there he sat, quite content with himself at having defeated his own body parts, and enjoyed a few tiny pieces of fruit; the gelatin around him still wobbling violently. What sort of fun could Napalu have now that he was down among the masses?
So this is pretty much what happened for those of you too busy to read my FUNNY post...
1. Pandemonium has been put in a state of suspended animation and for all intents and purposes Ophion, Napalu's brother, has become part of Napalu again.
2. In a completely random decision, totally unrelated to anything currently happening in the tavern, Tanthis' head has been splattered all over the place. Yes, this is an auto, I know, I'm a newb (lol), In all seriousness, given that Napalu is a God, there is no one, short of Malice, that could have possibly dodged that completely random, yet unfortunate, series of events. In all fairness, Tanthis, it could have been Dy, Kain, Radu, or any other patron in the tavern that got splattered... Honestly, I closed my eyes and put my finger on the monitor, scrolled the little scroll wheel on my mouse and picked the person my finger landed on. Bad luck, champ.
3. Napalu is now in the larder, a path of smoldering wood / fabric / holes will lead anyone curious enough to check it out straight to the wobbling gelatin that he now sits in. Remember he's about the size of a Bic lighter (I say that because there's one in front of me, and it looks about right).
Tanthis will be assumed dead until, at some point in the future, he is reconstructed and brought back. You know, unless the other patrons in the tavern do something to prevent that.
It's been a while since I've done any RP, so I apologize if I suck.. It might get better, no promises.
That is all.
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I beg to differ. Radu has been elevated to the status of God ( and has those that worship him, making it legal )...No powers can be used within the Weeping Reaper Tavern, as posted by Kain, all of which are void and nullified. Therefore, the auto is disregarded. The kill, if any, goes to myself or Ladislas, the two that have been ordered to carry out the execution. [/size]
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Since this is an IC topic, further discusion to be held in Dont want to clutter the reaper - OOC Discussion (http://thedarkrealmz.com/forum/viewtopic.php?p=10252#10252)
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[align=justify:cd39984e83]Lips upon lips, that feminine caress all men could ever dream about knowing- hands stroking, rising to search and scan serpentine scapes of desire and unbridled desire; all these things could be solely for Alexa if only she dared taste what in fact her own actions portrayed she wanted. Desire was such a strange fervent emotion, passion alighting embers that were once flames but had long been extinguished by years of battle and death. Carnal blizzards always smother the world in ash. Black flames licking sinuous contours only to be snuffed by the sodden recesses of erosion and corroded years of slaughter, and was this all just another conquest? The answer was simply, yes- for Atra had never taken a female lover to her black chambers nor had she ever loved another being or entity⦠love not in its purest sense but twisted brambles ever seeking to entwine and asphyxiate.
Love was a agonizing devourer of the soul, a void abyss all of its own to imprison anotherâs craving heart. The other question to scrutinize: would Atra take her as her lover, and hold them above all else? Perhaps not, but she would deeply be treasured; wouldnât that be enough? Bodies grinding against the other, naked flesh adding interesting contrast against tourniquet, snow and shadows blending only to separate as another onslaught of tongues and feverish kisses tangled. Appendages flicking, circling to add variable stimulation within the mouth, parted through scarlet hued apertures and sinful thighs. From beneath the mantle of silken sable, hands entwining through the long wreathes as lips sought deeper avenues; combining the ardent landscapes of throat, a salacious growl escaping from vocal chords, vibrating through oesophagus only to echo with piquant plumes against Alexaâs embouchements.
Silver-armoured digits splaying across her strawberry and cream complexion forcing her lips away from Atraâs almost viciously, fingers curving around her chin to hold her head in place. Temperate breath flowing over flesh, lips pursed as teeth pinched and nipped, clenching sweetly perfumed skin firmly. Honed incisors slowly, seductively piercing the saccharine sweetmeat⦠only seeking to taste and see what lurked beneath Atraâs own surface. Did she want this woman? Actions would speak louder than any words. Right hand ascending, brushing at first against the outer thigh with apex of fingernail only to ascend higher, scratching over the surface of thigh to explore the inner. Softest touch exploring to part those velveteen walls and explore the heat within- delving leisurely into her mons, thumb extending upwards though at a slight angle to brush against firm nub to heighten her own unrestricted pleasure.
Electrical charges flickering with every impulse procured by provocative circulatory motion while the other stirred the sweet waters of arousal. Left weaponed hand falling from its grasp, trailing down her neck and mounds- sharp edge slicing over Alexaâs left firm breast creating a crimson ribbon to stream. Sanguinous lips flowing the action, tongue extended only to flick then gyrate around the open incision then placing hungered attention on her erect nipple. Tracing around only to engulf before following through with more stimulating and defined action while blades danced over her satin pallid flesh, silver against the palest of delicate petals. There was no need of talking, exchanging dull words in order to achieve her goals of seduction; more time could be spent enjoying the moment for such things usually came at short intervals and torrid trysts were to be savoured and exposed- explored beyond the barricades of moral acceptance for there was no law in which to delve to explore her own fetishes and wants.
Should Alexa speak⦠her lips would be met with a single digit placed over lips to silence, statements, libertines or pacts would only spoil the moment, and Atra would have none of this for in their world nothing about them existed save for them and the here and now. [/align:cd39984e83]
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Kainâs eyes were locked on Atra and Alexa, it seemed by sheer coincidence he had found one whom Atra had known, there existed already some form of attraction and his eyes flickered momentarily in satisfaction. Although he would never say as much, he had long believed the Goddess entitles to some âcloser and more personalâ worship and by the actions and electricity between herself and Alexa, it definitely seemed like it was going to get up close and personal, especially with the direction Atraâs fingers seemed to have dipped. Nostrils flaring as he breathed in deeply, the perfume of feminine excitement wafting and Kain allowed himself to grin⦠definitely a lucky find, to bring Alexa to Naethryn. Atra forcing down his dominance of Alexa in pure simplicity, Alexa making no effort to flee⦠Satisfying indeed.
Words uttered by the pirate, mentioning Sharvani and Kainâs ears twitching⦠a grudge held eh, Kain turning his head to study the seafarer momentarily. Perhaps this could prove useful. An empty ship, a pirate seeking crew with a beef against the land so near yet so far. Besides, Kain had heard rumours of wealth⦠innocent flesh awaiting sacrifice and destruction. Slaves and sweet untainted flesh awaiting plucking like ripe fruit ready for the table and the alter. Plots thickening in Kainâs mind as he considered this and possibly in the very near future he may well discuss some slaving raids with the young pirate.
Auspex rising, considering probing deeper the young pirate when he noticed the woman whom the pirate joined at a table, From her mind he discovered that he himself was the focus of her attention, in fact it seemed the entire reason for her being here. Having caught her eye, picking up her name, he raised a glass in salute giving the slightest of nods while his Auspex would extend an invitation⦠âWhen you are done⦠we shall talkâ no further seeking within her mind after the message that only Kaitcha could hear. He would instead savour the finding out of why she sought him like a fine wine, perhaps even some intelligent conversation in a âcivilised mannerâ. What could come out of it, at the very worst another victim given over to the glory of his Goddess, at best, some mutually profitable situation, nefarious and mischievous by nature suiting Kain just fine.
Turning his head away from Kaitcha, in process of simmering down his Auspex for this place was noisy and Kain didnât need a headache, a twinge catching his attention. The illusory miasma of a âRavnosâ, catching Kainâs attention. Now that was something he didnât see every day, indeed he didnât know of any of that clan within Naethryn. A glimmer of concern crossing the dark depths of his eyes, as he studied making sure that the taverns defenses didnât drain to much from their use of Chimestry, then nodding to himself, for they had wrought well and issues of Disciplines so close to the heart seemed unaffected. He would wait for the doorway to be unblocked, for it seemed she showed good sense and awaited the finale of Tanthis outside, away from Ladislas and Radu. It seemed all the best people were coming to town and Kain would have his evening cut out for him.
Kain realising how his attention was spread, turning back to again study the woman before him, gesturing impatiently to a tender to bring a bottle of rich red, heady wine and glasses. He had withdrawn his mind from hers before delving too deeply and if this was not to her taste could be easily replaced. Leaning forwards, hand still resting lightly on Raven, a curious smile caressing his lips, âGenevieve⦠a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My apologies for seeming distracted, but sometimes thatâs just how it goes when you own the establishment.â The tender depositing the bottle and crystal glasses before moving off. âI noticed you were without a drink and a poor host I would be if I allowed that to remain. Compliments of the house or if you would prefer something else may be arranged. Kain is the name and this for now is my little pocket in the world. Now⦠how best may we serve you?â
Head turning as sound impinged, Radu moving in for the kill, speed, rage and potence being flung at Tanthis, a blow struck⦠Sudden death played out in grandiose manner, yet the display not complete, for a screaming whistle falling form th sky⦠a sudden hole in the roof⦠Tonight was not the night for using doorways apparently since Sycoraxâs grand entrance earlier⦠Some projectile moving at phenomenal speed striking Tanthisâs head and literally blowing it to bits. Kain bursting into laughter, now that truly was something rare and unique, having ones head split in such fashion that one of Tanthisâs ears were now firmly stuck to an opposing wall. Turning his head to follow the direction of the projectile that had so completed what Radu had begun, seeing the holes through walls leading to the pantry, Kain making a note to investigate in short order, but not for now⦠No indeed for firstly his company must be taken care of.
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((Apologies to Ladislas if he felt like reacting to my entrance, I just thought this way Ky wouldnt have to wait too))
Asake stepped back from the steps leading to the doorway, covering his mouth and nose with a sleeve and wincing slightly. Well shit... that was a close one. Man's aura seeps out around him, or at least a part of it... smells like death. Some kind of poison...? Hell, whatever it is, I sure ain't interested in taking a whiff...
The mage lowered his arm once he was a little ways away, and tried again to get his bearings somehow. Okay, so... he was by a road, on the side of it at least, no horses had gone by so far and no cars either. Come to think of it, he hadn't heard any automobiles... this was probably not that sort of plane. He was fine with that - his home plane had none of the metal beasts either, so he was a little bit more comfortable without their existance and the constant smell of oil and gas. Of course, he could still be wrong... but there were, at least, not any in the immediate area.
"Well..." he whispered to himself, "I had best try something..."
He knelt down, the fuzziness of his headache finally receding, and he touched a gloved finger to the hard ground. There was a faint glow where he touched, and he etched a rune from memory, then placed his hand in the center. The faint glow brightened, and it sent a very faint pulse through the ground, out in all directions. The pulse itself was like a sort of sonar, something he had learned to do not too long after losing his sight - at least that way he could get something of an idea of what the things around him looked like... it coated everything - however faintly - in a tiny glow of aura, derived from his own but generated by the spell, and then at least he could see for a moment where the solid walls were that he would have to watch running into... He took his hand away after a few seconds, and the pseudo-aura faded away almost instantly - though it had been invisible to the eyes, someone who could see as he could might catch it. Somehow, though, the attempt brought him no piece of mind - the tavern was a black hole in the perception...
Some kind of barrier, maybe...? Rules of the establishment forbid magic...? Haven't seen that in a whi-
Something interrupted his thoughts, though, and he suddenly turned his head, and he opened his eyes for the first time since arriving. The right eye was a deep sapphire, but his left was amethyst, and had - if only for a split second - a very faint glow to it when opened. Even though he couldn't see with them, they looked straight at the woman that had just... appeared, out of nowhere... noone else seemed to have noticed, and he himself was startled - his entrance had been out of nowhere, true, but it had come with the usual outpouring of energy that came with a tear between worlds... this woman's, however... she was not there, and then she just was...
Weird... either she uses a strange technique, or... nah... now I'm getting into the storybook realm...
Whatever it was that had brought her here, she was approaching, and... something else... was she trying to cloak herself somehow? Obviously he couldn't see the change she had wrought in her appearance, but he knew she'd done... something. Some kind of spell... and then she moved away again, but still he couldn't figure out what the spell was supposed to do. She wasn't hiding her aura, but... Suppose I might as well...
He took a breath, and continued his walk away from the door, then he leaned against the same wall not far from the woman - entirely unaware that she was cloaked in the shadows - or that there were shadows at all - and spoke quietly.
"Hope you don't mind... guy doesn't seem like he's letting people in tonight... Didn't expect anyone else to be appearing out of thin air though - I thought I was going to be the only one pulling that stunt."
He smiled slightly, nodding to her and closing his eyes again. People sometimes took them the wrong way, what with the odd colors and the lack of pupils... She felt like a vampire, or something like it at least, but so did most of the people here - it would be a while before he could shift planes again, he might as well get used to this. If vampires attacked humans on sight here... his stay might become a little too interesting... either way he'd like to figure it out as soon as he could.
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OOC - Ok just a little clarification here, powers per se that only effect your OWN character, for example the illusion used by Kyria and the masking effect used by Asake arent quelled, just slightly more difficult in use. The reasoning behind the power restriction is to prevent such POWERS being used upon others within the tavern, Atra and Kain being the only exceptions. It is purely to protect the other patrons some of whom are mortal, to give them a fair chance in this situation...
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It seemed this night was not to be favourable for he that was the target Ladislas's mother directed himself and Radu to eliminate. Not only was he struck by the Wamphyri lord, but from nowhere something else whizzed into existance and promptly gave the closest shave Tanthis had ever had. Judging that his blocking of the door frame was no longer relevant, Ladislas took a deep breath, inhaling back the toxic cloud that surrounded his form, droplets on the scale of his seemingly gauntleted hands, would soak back into his form, and the doorway would again be safe to traverse..
Heart rate slowing, the heat that had filled his blood only seconds before, cooling, the poisons so rich and rife settling back within the depths of his physique as breathing, previously forced to draw from within the deadly breath eased, making him for now as safe as any other. Stepping in from the doorway, looking around before bowing his head respectfully in his mother's direction, whether noticed or not, something that he chose to offer her presence.
A smirk to Radu... eyes fading from opaque whiteness to Asphodel slits, tongue flickering out, serpentilian aspects tasting the air itself, digesting the minuscule particles distributed by all present. Mortal flesh mingling with undead. Demonic drinking side by side with ancient hags. A strange place indeed, this tavern where relative peace was enforced, yet withal no holds were barred. Lust and death no strangers within, killer and victim mingling as if were the most normal of situations. Something had called him here and now he would wait to discover what exactly had drawn him... it would only be a matter of time... head shaking to a tender, Ladislas did not drink of beverages, preferring his liquor to be rich and red, freshly squeezed from the living container. That too could wait.
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Kyria gazed at the bar entrance, simply watching for the moment. Calling on the power granted to her by her heritage, she set her illusion in place so she did not have to concentrate of maintaining it. That done, her mind turned to the different puzzles she had thus far found. She easily sensed the much older and much more powerful kindred nearby. As well, there were otherâ¦entities nearby that were even more puzzling. Some even stronger and older than the kindred. All this lead to some very basic and self preserving thoughts and questions. Where in the world, worlds, or planes was she? How had she gotten here? Should she be looking very diligently on a way out of wherever here was? Or, should she perhaps stay and see what could be gained by some important information gathering?
She tapped her fingers of her left hand absentmindedly against her thigh as she contemplated the questions and possible solutions. Perhaps the smartest and easiest thing would be to slink around, and stay out of everyoneâs way until she could find a way out of this place. Of course, that being said, it could potentially be the most dangerous of the choices she had. What if one of the elder kindred took offense? They could easily make her unlife hell, and she was quite enjoying her wanders. Worse, what if someone caught her and assumed she was spying for someone else. She had been accused of that and worse before, simply because she was the stranger in town. She pushed off the wall she had been leaning against, moving slightly towards the door. Perhaps a quick look with Auspex would help her find out who and or what was in the tavern. As quickly as that thought wandered though her mind she dismissed it. If no one was aware of her existence as of yet, there was no need to call attention to herself.
She glanced up, watching a young looking male heading almost directly towards her. She shifted her attention, still confident in her illusions, and watched as the man continued to walk almost up to her. Her dark eyes watched as he leaned against the same wall. She briefly noted his eyes, and then was quite startled when he spoke to her. It was as if her illusions did not exist! And then to ask about appearing out of thin air. Definitely something was going on. Kyria pasted a polite smile and expression on her face, as if she was not bothered in the least that he could see her and responded to the man, her Scottish accent a bit more noticeable as she was upset. âIt seems to be the way of it aye. Still, I spose if ye truly wanted in nae one would be stopping ye.â She again looked around; and then turned her attention back to the strange man. It truly bothered her that he could so easily see her. So thinking, she decided it was time to make a move. âWeel, I am thinking tis time I took meself off. A good day to ye Sirâ, she said politely to the man. She pushed off the wall and quickly walked away towards the tavern dropping the shadow illusions.
A grin graced her lips a moment as she realized she simply needed to be inside the tavern. Obviously she was learning nothing sitting outside agonizing over what to do. Besides, with the right plan, no one would be the wiser. And, if someone saw through her illusion and realized who and what she was, well, she had spent enough time around the Camarilla (especially a certain Toreador) to know tact and etiquette enough to stay out of trouble, mostly. She made her way past the door to the club and continued down the street a ways. The doorman glanced at the statuesque young brunette briefly before returning to his duties.
Kyria spared a glance behind her as she spied an alley running along the side of the club. Seeing the doorman no longer paying her any attention, she swiftly ducked into the alley. She took a few quick steps into it before slowing and starting to examine the building. She would need a door, window, even a fire escape to the roof would work, and surely there would be an additional entrance. There were always backdoors and such. Finally she spotted a window. And even better luck it was slightly ajar. Perfect. She glanced up and down the alley before reaching up. Her fingers curled around the edge of the sill and she pulled her slight body up. Dark eyes peered into the window. An empty room. Well a bathroom would have been easier, but there may have been other people. Here, there was no one. She quickly climbed through the window with the ease of a regular cat burglar. She dropped to the floor in a crouch and scanned the room once more. Still seeing no one, and hearing no alarms. She rose and ran her hands over her clothes.
Kyria thought a moment and then decided to minimize the willpower she was using. She dropped all her illusions about her clothing, keeping simply her hair color, facial features, and body type masked in the illusion. She smoothed out the wrinkles in her black silk shirt as best she could as she strode to the door. She paused only long enough to ascertain no one was nearby and then she pulled open the door and stepped outside.
The music throbbed against her body as she stepped into the club. Her eyes swept the area nearby, senses alert for any possible danger. She grinned impishly a moment before schooling her lips into a more acceptable smile. She began moving through the club, heading for the bar. What she needed was a drink in her hand, and then she could lounge against the bar and simply blend with the crowd.
(Creating the illusion in the previous post was a use of Chim lvl 2, while the âsettingâ of the illusion is a use of Chim lvl 4 per WW Players guide. Powers are current and Rpâd to the best of my ability in accordance with the currently posted Character Sheet. According to WW rules, Chim illusions can only be âseenâ by those using Auspex, or anyone with a natural immunity to illusions.)(Edited to respond to Asake whom I missed like a goob. Sorry hun!!)
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Alexa moaned and ground harder on the digits dancing within her. The heat and passion of the drawn blood, as metalic nails scraped porcelain perfect skin, and the fingering within her by hands as driven and determined as steel, but velvet as down, and the sucking of lips of silk and tongue of satin by the Lady over her, left Alexa gasping. Her mind opened in complete offering to the Goddess as she offered a link to Atra to feel the pleasures she felt. The empathic link, if it connected, would let Atra feel Alexa's pleasure, desire and lust as if it were her own. The final desired outcome being to make her want Alexa more just to heighten those feedback pleasures in an ever upwards spiral of pleasure, lust and want.
As the link was offered, the shout of rage, anger and worry filled Alexa's head. Due to the dampening affects of the Tavern though, all Alexa would feel is his rage and open raw emotion. If the link was there, Atra would hear the full affects of emotion and words. As Alexa felt his rage, it threw her over the edge and her climax threw her head back just as Atra licked and sucked the tender nipples where fresh blood flowed from the tortured clamps. "AAAAAAAHHHHHH" Her body bucked harder on the fingers within her as she begged with body and soul for it to never end.
Alex would feel Alexa in a safe and content state, but also extremely confused as the pressure of Alex in her head and Atra on her body rocked thru her orgasm after orgasm. There would come no verbal response to his mind, as is she were shrouded behind a veil, but the link between them would let him know she existed still. Even if he was unsure why she was so confused and cloud minded.
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As Napalu sat in his wobbling gelatin cell, finishing up the last bit of fruit, he sucked the succulent remnants of his meal from his sticky fingertips. A low grumble emanated from his stomach, gurgling upward into Napaluâs esophagus, the grumbling force caused his mouth to open wide and expel the build-up of gasses in the form of a large belch. âUUUUUUUUUUURRRRP!â Napalu exclaimed loudly, his entire body shaking from the shear power behind the burp. Napalu covered his mouth as a look of shock and embarrassment washed over his face, eyes of vermillion darting from side to side to ensure nothing had been disturbed. With an exasperated sigh he shot upright into an erect position within the gelatin, when suddenly his body expanded outward, returning Napalu to his original stature. SPLAT! Bits of red gel particulate ruptured with centrifugal force, leaving bags of grain, cheese wheels, and barrels covered in a sticky, red semi-liquid. âSHAZAM!â Napalu called out, voice latent with excitement. He then crossed one foot over the other and spun himself in place until he was a whirlwind of cloth, skin, and horns; expelling the gelatinous residue from his physique, only adding to the former mess.
Slamming one foot to the floor Napalu came to and abrupt halt, he shot his right hand into the air with a flourish and thrust his pelvis forward repeatedly while bending at the knees and rocking his head back and forth quickly (run-on sentences, FTW). Snapping upright and pulling the âgoatâ hand from the air down to his side, Napalu sampled a small bit of sharp cheddar from a large wheel of cheese laying upon a stone slab. âEMO KIDS LOVE CHEESE!â Napalu yelled, he was doing a lot of shouting lately, but Napalu has always been known to be one of the most upbeat Gods in any realm he has visited; a characteristic that got him run out of a few of them.
In a single fluid movement, Napalu reeled backward while balancing himself on one foot, he pulled his right knee to his chest and let fly with his foot. There was a twinkle in his rubicund eyes and sparks shot from his fingertips as Napalu landed a hefty blow to the center of the larder door, a kick that cleared the wooden bulk of the aperture from its hinges and sent it tumbling into the long hallway of corridors before him. CRASH! THUD! BANG! Decorative statuettes, paintings, and bureaus crashed to the floor as the door rocketed in a flip-flop sequence, finally coming to rest in a cloud of dust and debris. âWOOHOO! That was AWESOME!â Napalu said, dismissing the idea that perhaps this was exactly why Pandemonium did not have doors, as he started out into the wooden avenue.
Making his way to the exit, Napalu made to step out of the larder, before he could set a single foot into the hallway before him he was stopped. Napalu was jarred from his pace and hit the ground in a mess of cloth and flailing fists. âOoooooowie!â he said, finally realizing that his rather broad horns had prevented him from making his escape, catching either side of the doorframe and putting an abrupt end to his advance. Napalu lay in the doorway for a moment, half his visage sprawled out into the corridor before him, his feet swaying back and forth in a manner that mimiced a bored child. Napalu began tapping his fingertips on his bare chest in a rhythmic pattern while contemplating what to do about his current situation, when along came one of the employees wearing a stained white apron and a concerned look on his face; no doubt alerted by the commotion.
âAre you alright, sir?!â the tavern staff asked, his face wrought with concern while he extended a hand out to Napalu. Crimson opaline eyes fell upon the form standing above him and saw the hand extended to him, âIâm quite alright, mâboyâ said Napalu as he adopted a slight southern drawl, sliding his hand into the outstretched extension of the NPC (lol). Tugging and pulling, twisting and contorting, the two managed to free Napalu from his unfortunate predicament, with some effort and cooperation Napalu was standing upright once more. âI thank you kindly, Mr Dirty Apron guyâ He said, patting the staff member on the shoulder and inadvertently turning him into a platypus.
A moment was taken while Napalu stared into the space where the man once stood, he then shrugged his shoulders and spun himself toward the nearest door and paused. âOh-ho, you almost got me again, cheeky bugger!â he said to the door, as if were an animate object and could fully understand all that had just transpired. Adopting the same attitude that he had with the previous door, Napalu lifted his foot as if he were going to kick it in as well, but before he could land the blow to the wooden barrier, the door simply fell forward and smacked the floor with a slap. This sent dust plumes up around Napaluâs ankles and bits of trash skittering across the floor. Napalu ducked slowly, turned his head a little and stepped through the entrance to what appeared to be the bar area of the tavern. Before him there were several different beings, buzzing about their own business, janitorial staff busied themselves with cleaning up what appeared to be a rather large spot of pinkish-red goop.
Lithe digits raised to his cardinal scalp, pushing aside locks of his flaming carmine hair and scratching fingernails against his head. A slender eyebrow came to a peak below his hairline as Napalu gave a look of puzzlement to the patrons that cast a glance his way. âHowdy!â he said, giving the crowd before him a mischievous grin.
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*First I'd like to thank Kait for taking on Tim while I was gone. You did a great job and I thank you profusely. ^^*
Tim was now enchanted with Kait and gives her a highly interested grin, with ears forward.
" Perhaps dear Kait, we could have coffee aboard my vessel, within my private quarters. I'd be more than happy to also give you a tour of my ship when you wish to do so." He says with a polite bow. He was a pirate but not one without a hint of manners. It had been a long time since he brought a fair lady aboard his ship. It was his first love, and only love until her life was taken in cold blood upon Sharvani ground. He sits back down at his table, and takes a locket out from one of his pockets and gently presses it open, to reveal a small dried flower from within it. It was a gift given to him by his first love, and sits back to soak in a past reveree of his joyus moments with Annabelle, who like himself was gryphon born.
" I miss you dearly Annabelle, but I shan't forget your wishes unto me. As one flower dies, one grows in its' place, and perhaps as your flower has perrished, I shall find a new one to hold dear to my heart. Yet, I shall never forget the warmpth you've bestowwed upon me, who's emotions nearly ran as cold as stone. Now, without you here I am afraid that my heart has turned solid and the temperature of my moods has run colder than the coldest waters of the sea, who's bottom reaches unmeasurable fathoms below. I only hope my heart can recover as you would have wished for me."
With his words he takes a sip of ale and gently closes the locket, putting it back into the pocket of his coat. He looks onto Kait bearling a semi smile. There was something about her that seemed to warm his heart just enough to bring him out of the cold.
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[align=justify:d237bf157e]Wafting murmurs filled the senses, pulling the focused pall from the graces of otherâs present; oblivious to the calamity evolving around Tanthis and his cowardly subordinates- those bearing the name of Demonsheart were nothing but sniveling abominations soon to be cut from existence. Somethingâs never change that was for certain, however, other things are permitted to blossom just like the velveteen rose held in her gracious hand. What was the point of pleasure if you could not relinquish it by will? Should passion be thy all to transform into poisonous addictions? The point was, every creature was designed to be manipulated by another of greater spirit or presence, it was why they so purposefully served, demons, ghosts and gods. The answer to the other riddle wasnât so complex to decipher for already those seductive venoms coursed there way throughout her svelte body threatening to consume. The chrysalis was beginning to bring forth an obsidian butterfly into this dreary plane of non-existence, where all who gathered appeared lost or forsaken. Perhaps this wasnât so, maybe they had a purpose beyond that of âgatheringâ like a flock, waiting for shepherd or wolf; at times one may be both. Chaos had broken forth, but it was nothing new to pull her sway away from Alexaâs body just to observe another event that would be forgotten⦠after all Tanthis wasnât worth remembering let alone considering why the hell he was bothered with in the first place and not killed on first sight⦠perchance Atra wanted to give him the opportunity to run, the wild hunt aroused the horsemen and what a sight that would be to inspire death⦠hunting the rabbit with the hounds in close pursuit.
Rubicund apertures pulled away from Alexaâs warm embrace, right hand curling around her upper arm like a serpent seeking solitude in its nest- long tapered nails grazing against porcelain flesh harsh enough to trace welts but not painful enough to cause her crimson riverâs to flow over snow-capped shores. âCome!â It was more of an order than a suggestion, why grace these prying eyes of aroused drunkenness as if they were the show, designed to entertain the men whilst their women waited passionless on haystack beds, like beasts of burden. Dirty, stubble faces staring over their slender bodies, examining where fingers probed, lips explored and sweet juices cascaded like godâs greedily licking honeyed ambrosia. Elegant hands weaving to conjure desire and lust, filling the atmosphere with that intense ambiance of emanated want; actions wanting to go that inch further to actually taste and not just create for even the connoisseur must sup the wine before classifying its delectable vintage. Shoulders shrugging back the restricting warmth of onyx-leathered coat, with one swoop bringing it over the shoulders of Alexa for no man were worth gazing any further upon her beauty⦠they were not worth her spit in their eyes. Not even one hundred of them were worth one of her⦠disgusting and pitiful beggars wishing to sample the fruits of what they would never afford.
Step vigorous as Atra made her way to the door, hand still gripped around Alexaâs arm. Atra placing her body between Alexa and the swarming crowd trying to dodge or fathom what the hell had fallen through the ceiling and now somewhat grown into some horned beast unable to leave due to miscalculation of the width of exit? Turning right, following the shadowy structure of wall and out through the back of the bar- the back entrance where carriages and horses eagerly awaited. Once outside, Atraâs hand slipped away from Alexaâs miniscule arm- permitting the last opportunity to leave, if that was her desire? Then stepping to the left, right hand sweeping in gesture to Alexa to enter into the ivory polished cabin even before her own eminence; an invitation extended to enjoy the plush dark scarlet upholstery and be ensured for a rather, cozy and invigorating ride back to âMortuus Lacrimaeâ. Here, they can explore each otherâ¦moreâ¦profoundly. Taking a single step up onto the peg of step, nostrils lifting to detect another presence lingering or about to manifest [Alexander], whether by intent or actual presence Atra could not decode at this point in time; focus placed more on Alexa and not a stranger in the midst⦠the extrasensory intuitions tingling within the center of her inner mind, extending a welcome along with directions- whether he sought Alexa or not to harm or unite was of no concern to Atra⦠though another to torment was a welcoming amusement to behold.
There was no means to show how Atra detected Alexander, it could just have easily been from Alexaâs mind while Kain was ever so subtly wielding it to his gracious misgivings⦠another gift of many presented in the guise of tempting flesh and beauty. Alexa herself could prove to be a most vicious toy of manipulation and would serve her uses in more ways than just the obvious. Snickering gutturally while allowing Alexaâs scent to permeate throughout the area, if he wished to find her, then he shall without restriction of archaic and obdurate shrouds⦠leading him either to Kain or to that of âMortuus Lacrimaeâ itself. Two paths and two choices⦠one demanding more bravery than the latter; he would prove his measure and worth to adorn their visages with his face⦠the mystery of Alexa would then be unveiled. One final snicker before climbing into the cabin; a tall, gangly cloaked figure emerging from the shadows, closing the glistening door behind both ladies as whip cracked prompting the eight stallions to hastily progress into the night. Surprisingly enough the journey wasnât rough or jerked by the merciless terrain. Nothing but silence at first as Atraâs fingers traced over the raven crests sculptured into the frame⦠orbs drifting askance to examine the glory beside her, then turning to address directly as hands rose to push back the cloak from Alexaâs shoulders then pushing her back against the cold surface of the partition behind her.
With a sinister grin lurking over cardinal lips designed for sin⦠silver adorned hands of surgical blades running along Alexaâs inner thigh only to forcefully open those milky wings and permit the lashing of serpentine tongue to slither along limb before licking over the pollen of her previously given nectars. A single forceful flick of the apex of her tongue, before withdrawing only to plume piquant breath over the bud of her fragrant orchid- armored hand still held against Alexaâs thigh though piercing slowly through the flesh allowing those scarlet waters to run. Pinnacle of appendage gyrating around the erected bulb of her enticed nucleus now animated to hardness; just like candy. Right hand snaking up over thigh and naval to viciously twist left erected nipple, painfully but also sensual⦠then circling around with the tip of elongated fingernail. By this time juices awoke the erotic hungers from within ebon-soul, exploring deeper through the gates of Alexaâs temple then seeking the hub of all impulses to bite, tease, suck and whip with zenith of thrashing wickedness. Tilting her head to sup blood only to return harder and more vigorous within the chamber of Alexaâs heightened elation. [/align:d237bf157e]
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"Ah... good day to you too"
He was a little bit puzzled by her demeanor, she seemed startled for some reason... or perhaps he was just reading her wrong. Was probably just not her style to talk to random strangers on the street after warping into a dimension from... wherever. Wouldn't be the first place he had been where random people were greeted with the cold shoulder, so he didn't think much of it, it was that undertone of surprise he was sure he had felt that puzzled him, really... but then again, he knew jack shit about this plane, and it seemed to be full of creatures that, well - weren't exactly from his neck of the mortality scale. He wasn't positive that was it - but he'd never felt auras like that that came from a mortal.
Finally, he took a deep breath and pushed off the wall too, giving that woman a decent head start away from him since she seemed rather set on putting a distance between them. He walked back across the street, his mismatched eyes closed again, and he put his hands back in his pockets, still trying to feel the place out. Might not have been safe in that tavern, but it was probably just as safe as staying in the road like he had been, for anyone and their mother to see, after all. By now he was positive there was some kind of spell placed on the establishment - something restricting, he felt it in his blood as he pushed the door open again and stepped over the threshold. Nothing oppressive, but... he wasn't sure he wanted to try getting into a fight in this place. His gut told him it would do something at least to his spellweaving, and it was certain that if it was a straight up fistfight, he'd never live in a fight against immortals.
He brushed his azure bangs out of his eyes, trying for what seemed like the billionth time to get his hair to stay somewhere it didn't tickle his face - wasn't about being able to see for him, after all. He loosened the strap on his cloak a bit as he moved over to the bar. Apparently, one nice thing about having a club full of what were probably vampires - at least a good portion of them - was that the place didn't heat up the way it did when it was filled with humans... he'd been expecting to start sweating in here.
"Something for you, sir?"
Asake looked over towards the voice, and held his hand out just slightly so that his fingertips brushed a smooth wooden surface at a little above stomach level. Bartop... ok. That helps. Good idea of where the people are here, I just hope I don't knock over a table or something... or someone's drink and start a fight. Gods know that's the last thing I need...
Carefully, he found a stool without another patron on it, and slid into place, dropping his bag on the ground beside him.
"I'll just have an ale please, whatever's good tonight. Oh, ah... what will you take for payment?"
"Got coin on you?"
"Gold?"
Asake was sure he could feel the man's odd look, so he just pulled a few gold coins out of his pocket and lay them on the bartop. The man took them and walked away, so he sighed slightly, a bit exasperated, and looked around the place - figuratively of course, though he did turn his head, made it easier to keep focus on what was in front of him, and place it spatially, if he 'looked' at what he was trying to 'see'. Was like this everywhere he ended up, always some weird looks while he tried to get settled in...
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised this place smells so much like blood... Alexa's moans and cries broke into his thoughts, and the azure-haired mage blushed just slightly, a chuckle escaping him after the surprise washed over. And sex too, now that I think of it. Colorful place, I'll give it that... sure wish I could read signs, one might have mentioned the explicit nature of the goings on
He chuckled again to himself, and the barkeep came back, placing the pint down in front of him. Again Asake could practically feel the odd look.
"Here you are, sir... something the matter?"
"No, no, thank you... Just noticing a few things I had somehow missed before. Could I ask what this place is called?"
"... It's the Weaping Reaper. Didn't see the sign?"
"No, must have missed it. Thanks."
He opened his eyes and smiled to the 'keep a moment before the man left, and Asake picked the tankard up, feeling the cold through his fingerless gloves. Huh... usually I have to chill it myself. Geez, Asake, listen to yourself... just sitting here talking to you. Gods I hate shifting planes... With that, he just lifted the pint tankard and took a drink - wasn't bad at all, that at least was something...
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Kyria weaved her way through the confusion around her. While the action in the club was chaotic, she easily ignored most of it. The splattered remains of something caught her attention briefly, and then she sensed the older kindred. She continued to the bar, her eyes sweeping the area for the kindred. As she reached the bar, she spotted him (Kain). She turned to the tender and ordered a vodka while she sorted out how best to handle the situation. Coming to the conclusion that she would be best to acknowledge him, she turned back in his direction. Her back rested against the bar as she picked up the chilled vodka. She barely nodded her head in his direction, acknowledging him. She felt safe in her illusions, confident that her true appearance was masked, for the most part.
Her dark eyes swept the crowded room again. It seemed a rather strange mix of kindred, deities, and other entities. Perhaps not the strangest place she had seen in her travels, but it was probably close to the top. She sipped her drink as she let the atmosphere of the club wash over her. She caught the glance of a young man as he admired her. She knew the combination of black hair, pale skin and dark eyes was appealing to many men. She much preferred her own appearance, but for the time being, she would simply stay âhiddenâ. She again looked around, her eyes catching the two women obviously in lust, if not something more. Her lips twitched as she stifled a slight chuckle. Evidently, there was much going on here, she was quite glad that she had given up her post outside the door.
She turned her gaze in a different direction and spied the two pirates. Seeing them she broke into a true smile, considering the advantages that could be gained by getting acquainted with them. If nothing else, they might be able to provide some much needed information, or perhaps even a way out of the area should the need arise. She filed away their appearance for later, should the need arise.
She turned slightly as she continued her observations. She smiled seeing the man from outside finally inside as well. Perhaps he was just a simple soul, but, he could see past her illusions. She just was not sure how he managed that. He did not feel like Kindred, which meant probably some kind of mage. She watched him a moment, noting that he seemed almost uncomfortable.
Just then her attention was snagged by the two ladies leaving the bar. She watched as they left through a different door, making a note of its location. Excellent. It was always important to know alternate exits to a building. And while the window in the room worked fine, this seemed to be closer and more easily accessible.
As she slowly relaxed she thought about where she was. A fleeting thought of her remaining childer wandered through her mind. Ah well, they had not been around in decades; they could take care of themselves. She felt only slightly lonely. Her attention for the time being caught up in the new people and place she had found.
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Sycorax had been out of things... the male whom had been engulfed had decided to put up a fight, and damn was he good, I mean soooooooo damned good. She hadn't had a wriggler like this since she had accidentally sat on a blob monster and it had kept on wriggling for three whole weeks. Baba Yaga the old bitch had complained so much of the constant moaning that they had ended up fighting, Sycorax was still certain the crone was simply jealous. After all, even an ugly old with like Sycorax deserved a good hard thrill every now and then. Shuddering deliciously, her body resembling a jellyfish struck by lightening, the creases and folds of baggy flesh dripping an ominous sweat, acidic and bringing tars to the eyes of those nearby.
Noticing that Atra seemed in her own jolly little world, brought a leering grin to her face... especially since the only one seeming to miss out, was Baba Yaga. Atra leaving, taking her toy with her... A sigh escaping Sycorax's twisted lips, for she wouldn't have minded a piece of either of those two, swinging both ways, never bother the old bitch, but there were times she'd have preferred something better looking then her crony companion. Seriously had Baba Yaga smelt herself lately... (lol this coming from Sycorax... sick bitch).
The wriggler finally wriggless, a grinding sound coming from the folds of her stomach, bubbles forming, resonating deeply, the massive stomach palpitating, groaning as pressure built within the devils own vagina... Well Sycorax wished that, but old horny refused point blank to come anywhere near her these days. To think, when she had been young he would show up when summoned, massive purple headed serpent rampant and ready for rape, yet the last time she had seen him, he showed up and tried his hardest to chop the top off with a rusty bread knife. All she had wanted was a little itch scratched... still it had been funny, not every day you get see the devil trying to mutilate himself. Better still he had succeeded and she had taken that piece, and turned it into something useful, her very own wooden twat scratcher, even now it still screamed whenever she picked it up.
The pressure now nearing explosive tendencies, Sycorax looking decidedly uncomfortable, face going red, steam coming from her ears, snot dribbling from left nostril then squinting and lifting her left leg, gave a wriggle and from her twat, shot the bones of the servant she had used for pleasure, the sound... disgusting, as Sycorax fanny farted so hard that both feet lifted and for a moment then in a poor impression of a balloon blown up and released, she fanny farted her way about the tavern in random direction, the echoing Pfffffffffffffffffft, intermingled with bangs and crashes as bones from several other victims blew out embedding themselves in the walls.
Finally pointing in an upward direction, blowing herself out the existing hole in the ceiling from which she had entered, waving and offering a sweet smile to the angelic figure perched looking into the tavern, she fanny farted her way upwards... fifty feet, eighty feet, a hundred feet then a look of consternation crossing Sycorax's face as the sound went from a constant Pffffffffffffft to a pfft pfft p p pfft, and she ran out of gas. When you weighed damn near four hundred pounds, were over a hundred feet in the air, and chances were that no matter what you did, your broom wouldn't come when called, then the ground looked awfully hard below. Sycorax doubted she would be so lucky to land on someone this time to soften her fall as down she came, tattered dress blowing up past her head revealing her grossly obese and filthy body for all to see, twat lips shuddering and flapping in the breeze, a bit like the sound when you shake your finger over your other lips a sort of b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b sound,
Down, down, down, then k-r-r-r-r-Crash, floor timbers splintering at the abuse, from out of her nose a booger the size of a golf ball spat, shrieked then ran off, from her twat, several crotch crickets the size of rats fell dead to the floor from the impact and for several moments it looked like the old hag was dead. Slowly movement returned, then a cackle emerging from the pile of fatty flesh and rags... "Oi oi oi... damn, first time me back has felt straight fer years. Avent felt this good since Old Baba's house trod on me and straightened me out. Now... oi've ad a fuck, oi've ad a fart," the overweight hag then sitting up, looking around before saying "Oi need food, me guts is h'empty, h'empty oi tell yers. Strong ale, red meat and a plate full of babies livers. That's what's oi want. Baba Yaga... where is yer old bag..." Standing slowly, cracking every single joint in her body, then leering suggestively at the godly horned figure of Napilu, tongue snaking out suggestively from toothless gums, smacking her wrinkled lips together for he was a toothsome morsel and she wouldn't mind a piece of that. "Now... oi oi oi, where is Baba... oi've lost her."
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[align=justify:b9243d2354]The hit had taken her out, flab flying through the air like a tub of lard still attached to the pig. Crashing through the wall only to land in the water trough outside filled with stagnant slime and frogs spawn, grabbing a mouthful on the way in and her huge ass protruding out for all the world to see like the full moon on All Hallowâs Eve. Coughing, wheezing, and gagging only then to stick her head up from the water, parched blistered maws parting and letting out a rancorous and thunderous burp that smelled like cheese churned through a cows ass âBrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaarrrrrrppppppttttttâ Thunder thighs trembling from the vibrational follow through from the other end, anal trumpets trumpeting and the âPerrrrrrummmm-pah pump umâ of drums signifying not only had she given herself a worry but also the fact she nearly just shat herself. Shrugging and just going with the flow, why fight natures will, after all doing the number two was better than holding cheeks together and later laying a brick. A look of concentration on sallow hawked features, tongue of boils and festering puss licking over those lips to stop at the corner of her mouth as bowels and stomach muscles pushed. Face turning an odd blue as the sausage train left the station, planting the potatoes and dropping a few clunkers. âPerffffffttttttt pouuuuuuu perfffffffttttttt zippppppâ then a resonating popping sound, causing Baba to hop from foot to foot âWeeeeeeeee oi havveeee pudddinnnnn in my panties, grab a whiff, itâza like walkin through a rosseeee field, yah!â nothing ever smelt worse than shit and flowers, thatâs why she never bothered with a posie up her jaxsy.
Alas though, the trumpets not ceasing from trumpeting, a loud rip of onion and garlic purification gassing the entire area of the courtyard. âPop pop poppety POP!!!â each fart lifting her off the ground, âbounce bounce bump bump bounceâ making Baba lose faculties of her witchery, âbounce bounce âperrrrupttttt phat!â Bounce bounceâ Proud percussion bringing forth the marching band, or at least that would have been more pleasant than demonic farts reeking havoc on the poor and unfortunate patrons of this here tavern. âPhhhhhharrrtttttt!!!â Posterior pointed, directed straight towards a coachman all dressed in his fancy reds and whites only to shower him in a shower of soggy brown turds like peas left rotting out in the midsummer sun. Another assailant of sonorous crackers, Guy Fawkes had come too early and not in the correct season. What an ill-fate to be turned from a handsome young man into a hideous four-eyed, eight legged duck with two tails and three beaks simply from a witches fart. âQUUUUUUAAAAAKKKKKKK!!â A dirty, grubby hand rising to cover her mouth, looking over her shoulder only to giggle like a child and whisper demurely âOh, âcuse me!!â then waddling to grab the duck by its neck and stuff it down the back of her knickers and skipping back towards the large hole she had made whilst studying projectiles. Poking her head in to see what she had missed, large green nose scrunching up with disgust seeing that Atra and her little sextoy was leaving. âHmmmmph, some peopleeee have allll ther luck! Eh!â
Brushing off the crap, dust and hay from around her wobble-tubby buttocks, squeezing the cheese couldnât have come at a more perilous time. Another loud CRACK and CLAP of methane, âOooooooh errrr! My duck DOES go quack!!!â right hand bending behind her back, palm flattened to administer brisk spankings, nothing was better than flogging the duck or was that flogging the goose? It didnât matter, they all quacked or honked the same. At least with a goose she could paddle her ass while yelling âIFFFFF YOUUUURRR HORRRNEY, HONKKKKK, YAH YAH!!!â The duck starting to struggle, wings flapping underneath the busted black garment and badly stained dungarees. White downy feathers flying out from the crevice of her bog-catchers, blubbering legs jigging as they kicked up from being tickled around the beef curtains and rectum, hand spanking harder and quicker âSettttllleee downeeee in there, wretchedddd squarking windbagged bagpipe! Be stillll orrrr Iâllll be roasting yer for myyyyy nibblets, oi like duckâs balls, I do, I do.â Dancing more into the tavern, hopping around like an obese cricket on mushrooms, twisting around in circles as the duck continued to flap beneath her over-sized underwear, loud echoing slaps to her ass appearing as if she was involved in some strange mating ritual or out to set a new dance craze called booty dancing. Rapid beats and bass thumping, feathers rustling, duck quacking (resembling the dance hit that would come out centuries later âI like to move it!â)
Failing to notice the huge horned man standing inside the tavern looking mildly amused or bemused, or perhaps he was just as fucking lost as Baba was in this point of time from all the whirling and spinning about. Dizzy and disorientated, turning around and around, spanking the duck, coming into immediate collision with the horny one [Napalu] hitting against him with a vigorous shove, sending her off course to take out a few tables and bowls of nuts. Hitting against the massive foundations only to spin back towards him like a carnivorous tornado, white soft feathers streaming and floating within the tavern; feathers being sucked up her nose causing an onslaught of sneezes that sent rainbow prism bubbles into the air, along with the burbling sound of delicate âpops' as each burst only to release black widow spiders over the taverns occupants. Beady eyes squinting wrinkled features trying to perceive just who or what she ran into, seemed her sight wasnât as good as her younger years. And she had lost her glasses the last time she sat on them, oh woe was she. [/align:b9243d2354]
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A single word, a name bound in the thoughts of intense pleasure⦠swirling through the cascades of Auspex, echoing in the depths of his mind. Instantly reaching out, discovering that beck where he had found her, was one whom held a bond. âHow interesting,â he chuckled in a sibilant whisper, âMy my, how interestingâ immediately after Atra and Alexa departed Kainâs mind turned inward, heartbeat accelerating within his chest, raising his levels of alertness and stamina, Kain preferred not to use what he was about to do, but in this instance he would⦠Concentration shone from midnight eyes as he began to attune himself to be aware of every passing second (Temporis Level 1 â Time Attunement) Mere seconds would pass as he found his mind synchronised the passing of each tortured moment. He then forced his heartbeat to leap to insane levels of fury, driving his blood to potency dilated time within the tavern, extending out onto the street so that none would be aware of his absence (Temporis level 5 â Clothoâs Gift) at this he began to sweat blood from his brow and a hint of nausea in the pit of his stomach began to stir. Even Kain could not play with time without some hint of a side effect.
Rising, glancing around, a smirk creasing the blackened lips, walking to the back of the building, drawing a heavy ornate key from the pocket of his skin tight leathers, inserting it in a heavy door and entering the darkened room beyond. Closing and locking it behind, this room bound in magics to hide what existed within, walking up to what appeared at first glance a mirror, standing some seven feet high from the floor to its top, fangs extending, then left hand raised, bitten to draw blood from the thumb, pushed against the mirrors surface, tracing an archaic symbol and chanting the goddessâs name in homage. A shimmering as the image of the room faded from the glass, black spirals dancing within the surface, filling it with an inky magnitude, a slow pulsation, a living heartbeat echoing in his ears, the use of Clothoâs Gift shrouding it so none would be aware of the activation. A rustle like the sound of a thousand moths, a ripple spreading across the surface and Kain pushed his hand through, then stepped forth to follow, vanishing from the room.
Moments later, a torch flickering to life, held high revealing the hewn stone of ages, his slaves had wrought well in this place, the plop of water dripping, a scurrying sound intermixed with a subtle vicious hissing. Ropes of web draped from the ceiling, bones littering the floor. The spiders knew Kain, could feel his presence and avoided him, but for any fool whom they knew not, or whom could not reach beyond the glittering back diamonds of eyes to the minds beyond, to enter this passage spelt death. Walking briskly for although he had massive reserves, wasting time when using Temporis was a dangerous mistake, turning a corner, hand moving to caress a lump on the seeming blank wall, a chanted word âAnkhnesmeriraâ a grinding fusion of sound as the seemingly solid rock cleaved revealing doors of finest obsidian. Placing the torch in a bracket, both hands reaching to push the heavy doors, silently swinging open to reveal the chamber bearing the bloody fusion of existence in its centre, an alter carved from a single slab of onyx, deep grooves leading to the pit.
Shutting the doors, increasing his levels of dominance, building auspex, touching celerity and stamina, he was ready. Pushing himself outwards through the void, his only protection the close vicinity of the creature born in worship of the Goddess, questing, following convoluted pathways, sniffing, tasting the essence of one bearing the scents of several differing paths, droplets of blood forming where sweat would normally sheen, lips curling in a snarl as facial features altered to a mask of virulent savagery under the strain. Heart thundering in his chest, the blood pool rising in frenzied wavelets, aggressively stimulated by the potence of his actions, then silence⦠nothingness⦠emptiness. Kainâs essence floating freely, following the path before trodden, narrowing in on the presence of Alexander⦠there, the name a link, a binding a focus. Non existent lips uttering âGot youâ then a massive outpouring of dominance, blanketing the vampire is such rapidity he wouldnât have time or ability to as much as blink, binding him to Kainâs will, no utterance allowed, no fight permitted, a limp dishrag to be used as Kain saw fit. Before Kainâs vision, the vampire, the jealous lover, cloaked in mage robes, masked and cane in hand, a sword strapped to his back⦠well no time for niceties. A hand reaching from the emptiness to grab at Alexanderâs throat a single word, dripping in malevolence "Come" the only perception Alex would have, apart from the massive strength of grip then bodily dragging him into the vortex of trepidation from which Kain chose to manifest.
All that would remain, a rush of air filling the gap where Alexander had stood, a leaf fluttering in the tiny zephyr, then he would be gone, perhaps never to return. Engulfing blackness, beyond even Kainâs ability to decipher, the only path back, the strength of link to the creature. The subtle tug, dragging him and his prey towards the temple, the void ripping at mind for which Kain was prepared, but the effects on Alexander would be far more brutal, as every second he existed within the void, not only would his mind be raped, brutalized and abused, but his flesh would be torn, digested, molested and sloughed away like water over sand. The robes shredded, the mask dissolved, the sword and cane somehow remaining. Flesh emancipating, blackening, shrivelling as the passage ate at Alexanderâs very essence. Unless one was prepared, empowered and resolved this was a damn unpleasant way to travel and Kain had not prepared the way for the comfort of motion Alexa had received. This was a savage snatch, a ripping asunder to bring through this male, no pleasantries, no courtesy, and just enough support from Kain that he wouldnât die⦠well hopefully⦠you never could tell now could you. At best Alexander may be a gibbering idiot, his mind wrenched, his body shattered, at worst on release he would simply burst into flame and that would be that.
The first two could be fixed, the last was a potential problem, but Kain had a backup plan just in case. A sudden falling rushing sensation, a rattled breath exploding from Kainâs lungs, vertigo threatening to overwhelm him as knees near buckled. âI am getting to old for this shitâ¦â his voice weak and not bearing its usual audacity. Looking down, pleased to discover that Alex had not chosen to burst into flame âWell that helps I guessâ then studying the overall appearance from those deeply hooded midnight eyes. Flesh torn and twisted, looking more like a flash crafters plaything then a man, auspex touching the mind, finding a tiny spark of sanity existing in the gibbering cesspit. âAhhhh you are in thereâ then dragging the vampire across to a wall, chaining wrist and ankle, fetching blood, not of the source, but rich and fresh, holding Alexanderâs head back and pouring the life giving ichor down his throat. Surprised that the staff and sword had survived the trip, but removing them from Alex to safety. Alexâs safety⦠Time was necessary and for now, Kain would return to the tavern, leaving this creature in the safe confines of the temple.
Striding out⦠a false vision of bravado covering the tiredness he felt, drawing the obsidian doors shut, taking the torch from holder, the slab of gutrock moving back into place hiding g the doors, the spiders unable to enter the temple. Returning to the tavern via his permanent route, closing the mirror, then exiting the chamber. A serving girl unfortunate to be frozen outside the door, attacked in near frenzied devourment of her every essence, the suckling sound of blood ravenously swallowed. Dropping the corpse, throat torn asunder, let others wonder whom had fed, ripping her dress to wipe his face. Entering the tavern as a whole, smirking at the frozen scene, sliding back into his seat, easing temporis to lower levels, hand rising to wipe his eyes, stamina lessening, temporis gone. Looking around in time to witness Sycoraxâs flying lesson, Baba Yaga duck a la poo poop the Ravnos having entered with what appeared a human mage, Kain badly needing a drink as his head throbbed to the side effects, a click of the fingers, a bottle brought and a large swallow engulfed. A slow wink to Napiluâs direction, after all, someone had to witness the sideshow and besides, Kain was amused by the onslaught of Baba Yaga on the honed ones physique.
[Autoes with permission]
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It was the noise that caught her attention first. She had been busy people watching. Quite enjoying herself actually, what with lesbian lovers, pirates, strange mage types, older kindred and the usual fill of mortals. The mortals actually tended to be the more interesting, watching the various mating rituals if you will. She grinned again seeing a young man attempting to persuade a lovely young woman to dance with him when the noise again caught her attention. She looked towards it, realizing quickly what it was. Seeing the person involved, she was suddenly thankful that she did not need to breath, and that she had not yet fed for the evening. As she watched the obese women shoot up into the air and vanished through a hole in the roof she had not noticed before. Curious, she pushed away from the bar and headed towards the opening. Her catlike grace, along with her skin tight leather pants garnered her a few glances from the men, but she paid them no mind for the moment. Should she be in need of funds later, she could easily gain their attentions once more.
Reaching the area below the hole in the roof, she tilted her head up, dark eyes (still under the illusion from the previous posts) examined the width, location and ease of entry..or ext should the need arise. As she watched, she saw something hurtling down once more. A new sound reached her ears and she decided it was time to vacate to a different spot, perhaps behind the bar, or under a table. Thankfully she did not need to spend any concentration on her illusion, as she was much more intent on finding a safe haven from the falling woman. Without a backward glance, she ran through the crowd and practically dove over the bar, landing in a crouch behind it. Ah well, least she had some vodka, even if she was missing out on some interesting events. Or was she?
As she heard the horrendous crash as the lady landed, she quickly caught a bottle that fell from the shelf almost hitting her on the head. A glance showed it to be a bottle of very well aged Scotch. She thought a moment and then grinning set it down beside her. If she was careful she could find a way to take it with her when she left. She turned on the balls of her feet and slowly rose up. Her dark brown eyes took in the scene. Before she could come to terms with what she was actually seeing, yet another obese woman seemed to âblowâ in.
Kyriaâs eyes nearly bulged as she watched the woman run into a gentleman with horns on his head. Probably some deity, she surmised, and probably not someone you should âbounceâ into. Her lips twitched as she held in a chuckle. It seemed the foul woman had a fowl in what appeared to be her drawers. As a feather drifted by, Kyria caught it, looking it over she figured it to be a duck. She spared a thought for the poor thing, before she again starting watching the pair.
They would need to be watched this pair. Though Kyria planned to watch them from a very good distance away. Perhaps she could find a shop that dabbled in the occult. A good crystal ball could be useful. But then again, given what she sensed in the area, it could also prove harmful.
As the feathers floated through the air, Kyria kept her position behind the bar, feeling that it was the safest spot for the moment as the obese women seemed to be on the move. Not wanting to draw attention to herself, she picked up a rag and began wiping down the bar, blending in with the other staff. As she did a slight frown marred her face for a moment. She had thought she had only the one older kindred to deal with, but now she felt another one. Though it seemed to be farther away, still she would need to be on her toes. Too many kindred tended to make places tense. Least she had her exits planned in case of emergency.
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Asake kept his seat throughout the commotion, a growing sense of irritation in the back of his mind. He didn't really mind that people were doing whatever... he didn't mind the noise... what he really hated and something he had never really adjusted to was not having any idea what the hell was going on... there were too many sounds in the place. If it was a quieter place, he could usually filter out a noise and have some idea of what was happening, but... in this place it was just too much. Not to mention the fact that there were at least seven auras in the tavern that glowed brightly enough to worry him. At least his own was dim enough for the most part in general that he wasn't likely to be noticed in this place. That was, of course, if there were any others in the tavern that could do what he did.
"Too much noise and too much magic... not my day..."
He sighed just slightly, finishing his ale as a sound ripped through the tavern. He didn't think much of it - he was familiar with balloons, this one was obviously just exceptionally large. It wasnt until he felt the aura move with it, and...
"OH GOD!"
He spat out part of what he had been drinking, and covered his nose and mouth, practically screaming the spell in his mind.
AREANAS!
The air around him shimmered just slightly, almost like the air over a fire, and a very slight breeze whispered away from him. The shimmer stayed in the air, a very thin band of it, about three inches away from his body, forming a sort of pocket, isolated from the air around him. The actual pocket was almost invisible, but the slight bend of the air where the boundary lay could be seen if you really looked at it. It was a spell he had learned to protect him from a cloud of poison... which was basically exactly what he was using it for just then.
He set his now-empty mug on the bartop, and reached down, wiping some of the spilled ale off his cloak and looking somewhat... well... perhaps disturbed was a good word. He felt the aura that had somehow flown away on a cloud of filth shoot back in, and he very nearly dropped for cover - though he was able to restrain himself to ducking while the thing flow overhead and apparently impacted the nova-like aura down the row a bit... he sat back up, almost shakily. This place officially scares the hell out of me now... The mage looked up then, about to request another drink, when his closed eyes fell on Kyria, who for some strange and inexplicable reason was now behind the bar.
"So... you... work here. Okay."
He sighed again and stood up, hands on the bartop - he had better just not drink. He wasn't even feeling anything from the liquor, but with everything that was going on... he rather felt drunk enough. Plus there was that sudden feeling... just like a snap... He opened his eyes and looked around. Something else...? He thought he'd felt a spell, if only for half a second...
"I've only been here half an hour and I'm losing my mind."
OOC: Like before, Asake recognises Kyria because her illusion doesn't fool aura sight, and what he thinks is his mind playing a trick is the Temporis spell Kain used.
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Kyria pulled her eyes away from the pair of witches as she heard a familiar voice. She had not realized she had moved so far down the bar. She turned to offer him a reassuring smile, and then saw that he was more than just slightly bothered by the goings on. He seemed truly disturbed by the commotion. Perhaps he was simply feeling lost, but it looked like more than that to her. She smiled to him, still not knowing that he was blind and moved closer to be easily heard over the commotion.
âI am sure the ladies will calm down soon enough. Or the bouncers with escort them out. Why dun you have a seat and I will fix ya another drink?â, her melodious voice drifted out to him, the faint trace of a Scottish accent giving away her nationality. She glanced around, to make sure no one near by was about to accost the man, and caught a feather before it landed on his shoulder. She truly enjoyed watching mortals, and did not like it when they became uncommonly upset or disturbed. Tended to be one of her downfalls, since she often championed them to her own detriment, but, this seemed harmless enough, just to give the poor man some small comfort.
She stayed nearby as she waited his answer. Her eyes kept tabs on the other patrons in the bar as well. The pair of obese ladies, the horned one, and yes, the elder Kindred. They seemed to be the most dangerous to her at the moment. But as much of life, or unlife if you will is, is was a matter of watching..and waiting.
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His hand slowly fell back to his side, the itch having been eliminated, and Napalu sort of stared off into space for a moment while the mischievous grin faded from his lips. No one welcomed him, he said âhowdyâ and no one even acknowledged him, this caused Napalu to slouch a little where he stood. Fortunately Napalu wasnât known to have a huge attention span for such things, and as soon as Kain did his temporis movement through and out of the room, those thoughts of despair drained from his physique completely. Though Kain could slow time and move like a bat out of hell, Napalu is innately unaffected by such things, had Kain not been so busy that he had seen the odd look and raised eyebrow that Napalu shot him, he may have known this. Now then, being the naughty god Napalu was, he stuffed a hand into the pocket of his and began to rummage around. Napaluâs eyes squinted and his tongue protruded from the side of his mouth while he foraged around in his rather deep, godly pocket. (A little history on Napaluâs pockets: Napalu never really has anything in his pockets, ever. Whenever he puts his hand in there, whatever heâs looking for is manifested by Napalu; he just doesnât realize heâs doing it) His hand came out in a clenched fist, hiding whatever it was Napalu had been searching for, suddenly that wide, mischievous grin returned to his face.
With the temporis in effect, Napalu compounded that with using his natural godly speed and rushed to wear Kain had been sitting, tongue still flapping out the side of his mouth. Without worry of being seen by anyone, Napalu went to work quickly, placing little silver thumbtacks where Kain had his ass planted previously. Making sure to turn them pointy-side-up, Napalu giggled to himself while he arranged them into a pretty little heart pattern on the seat. Being completely satisfied with his work Napalu stood up and took a quick look around, just to see what else he could see. For a moment Napalu was slightly bemused that there didnât seem to be anything else he could do for fun, until those shapeless crimson eyes landed like a load of bricks onto Kyria. Of course Napalu saw clean through whatever magical augmentation she had added to her physical appearance, though he knew she was hiding something, that was none of his concern.
Skipping and spinning across the tavern Napalu made his way to the bar, and slid by Kyria slowly, making absolutely sure not to touch her in any way. The wall behind the bar, much like any tavern, was lined with bottles of alcohol, with his tongue still hanging from between his lips, and now becoming very dry, Napalu went to work orchestrating a small disaster for the pretend barkeep. Taking his time, because he can, Napalu arranged the bottles of alcohol on the back wall in a way that the slightest vibration in the tavern would cause them to tumble into one another with a domino effect. Of course this would eventually cause each of those bottles to roll and fall to the counter below, causing quite a racket. But Napalu wasnât done with the poor girl just yet, moving gracefully to the end of the bar, Napalu produced a bag from his pocket. Kneeling down and opening the top of the bag via loosening the draw string, Napalu proceeded to empty the contents across the floor, small colored marbles rolled along the wooden floor behind the bar and around Kyriaâs feet. The idea was that she would be distracted enough be the cascading bottles on the wall behind her, that she would fail to notice the marbles around her feet and go for a little spill.
Tossing the empty bag aside Napalu popped back into an upright position and began to look around again, âwhat next?â, Napalu thought to himself. Scanning the room slowly, Napaluâs eyes went bright with excitement as he spotted Asake sitting at the bar, minding his own business for the most part. As if he were going to be caught by someone Napalu tip-toed over to Asakeâs side and examined him for a moment before jamming his hand into his pocket once again. Rooting around for a moment, his tongue rolling to the other side of his mouth, Napalu produced a large handful of gooey, slimy tadpoles. Slowly prying open Asakeâs pocket, Napalu placed the writhing goop into the pocket of the unsuspecting Asake. As if the tadpoles werenât bad enough, Napalu took whatever putrid gel that was left on his hand from said tadpoles and spiked a bit of Askaeâs hair with it, just to give him that Bobâs Big Boy look (if you donât know what that is, do a Google image search). Napalu then pulled the dried husk of his tongue back into his mouth and galloped back to where he originally stood, as if nothing had happened. Remaining motionless while Kain re-entered the room and brought time back to normality, he watched from the corner of his eye while Kain sat on the heart-shaped pattern of thumbtacks. As though Napalu had been affected by the temporis, he resumed movement just as the rest of the tavern would have when the distortion was lifted.
In time to witness Sycoraxâs gross display and crash to the floor, he shot a glance to the bottles behind the bar that had already begun to tumble. Napalu heard the comment made by Baba and thought for a moment before realizing that he did, in fact, have horns. Without giving her comment a second thought he bellowed out âHONK HONK!â, but before he could take a step forward Baba slammed into him, and without so much as a small apology. But before he could smite the insolent being for knocking him off kilter, Baba was back on her way toward him, spinning and reeling and sneezing like a mad woman, all thoughts of destruction ceased to be in his mind then. Before she could manage to bump him again Napalu seized Babaâs hands and stepped in to spin with her, bouncing up and down with glee. The afore mentioned spiders that emanated from her sneezes now became little painted turtles that flew about the room willy-nilly. Napalu spun Baba wildly all through the tavern, and though it would have been quite crowded, the two never seemed to bump into a table or patron, never seemed to knock over drinks or platters of food. This could have been due to the cyclone that began to generate around them, like the eye of a hurricane the two spun with extreme centrifugal force, sucking up anything that wasnât nailed down into their dangerously growing whirlwind.
Mug , plates, chairs, tables, even some of the smaller patrons swirled around Baba and Napalu as he danced her around the tavern without rhyme or reason. Soon the splinters from Sycoraxâs fall became jumbled into the mix of projectiles, of which one patron was caught off-guard and cut in half by a stray plate, she too was sucked into the vortex of debris, her innards being ripped apart and pummeled into a fine pulp of soft tissue within the tornado. This brought bloods pray and bits of mutilated flesh to be tossed about outside of the eye-wall of the cyclone, fecal particulate from her bowels brought an odorous stench about the tavern as the two continued to wreak havoc. By now the whirlwind spanned near the entire width of the main room, nothing escaped the mass of swirling destruction, not even the tavern walls. As the two spun and reeled faster and faster, Napalu took them a little close to the eastern wall of the tavern, this only ended in a large bit of the wall being ripped away from the structure, leaving a gaping hole in the side of the building as Napalu danced them toward the bar.
It didnât take long for such things to get out of hand, Napalu was the God of Chaos, and most of unfortunate events that came to be were only random occurrences caused by his mood. Needless to say that when Napalu is calm and collected, strange things happen, but when Napalu is excited or enraged the really bad shit starts to happen. Whatâs worse, Napalu often doesnât even realize what is happening, until itâs all over with, and by that time heâs too involved in something else to care. As the tornadic two danced toward the bar, the whirling mass suddenly shifted course and shot directly out the east wall and into the alley outside, leaving the tavern with one less wall and one very large heating problem. Without warning Napalu let go of Baba and sort of slung her and the mass of centrifugal debris toward the neighboring buildings, of course as long as Baba continued to dance and spin in the center of the cyclone she would come to no harm, however, the whirlwind was now no longer controlled by Napalu, it was a thing of nature now; completely unpredictable. Needless to say, Baba would have to be quick on her feet to avoid being torn apart by the mess gyrating around her. âHave fun!â Napalu called out, though it was unlikely Baba could hear him as the tempest roared around her.
Making an about face, Napalu stared back through the rather sizeable hole in the side of the tavern, the few patrons that had gone unscathed stood dumbstruck staring back at Napalu. He gave them an odd look as if he had no idea what had gone on, looked behind himself to see if there were something strange going on behind him and then turned back to the onlookers. âWhat?! Have I got something on my face?!â he said while wiping one of his sleeves over his face trying to get at some non-existant something, âDid I get it?â Napalu asked before making his way through the new entryway and back into the tavern. At the sight of which the tavern patrons scattered through doors and out windows, hoping to escape whatever weird shit might happen next.
The whirlwind was an event between Baba and Napalu and done with her permission, it was not meant as an attack on anyone, but if any of the other player characters wish to take a hit or have some kind of adverse effect from the mess to create a situation and further the plot in their own story, by all means do so. If not, that is fine, but at the very least recognize that some crazy shit just happened.
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He looked over towards Kyria and smiled slightly, more than a little sheepish.
"Okay, okay... I just wish I knew what the hell was going on. Wait... ladies? I heard something like a deflating balloon and now it smells like we've all been transported into the filthy den of a demon's asshole, if you'll pardon the expression - I don't think I have a politer phrase that actually describes the phenomenon."
He put his hand in his pocket to see if he had any more coins, only to find several - now apparently dead - tadpoles. He pulled them out of his pocket slowly, with that very deliberate slowness of a man trying very hard not to yell, and used his other hand to unfold a napkin, which he then deposited them in.
"Miss... could you please tell me what these things are that I have just found in my pocket for no apparent reason? I have a few theories but I'm curious to know for sure..."
Okay... how the hell did those get there!? I'm nowhere near that oblivious, I've spent almost twenty years dealing with pickpockets who think I'm an easy mark! Unless... that weird feeling was a time spell... oh god dammit who the hell uses time spells to fill some random stranger's pocket with... with something I can't see!?
If Kyria had really been paying attention she might notice that with the exception of the time he had looked at her in the shadows, not once had the blue-haired man opened his eyes.
He dried his hand on another napkin, and pushed his hair back from his eyes, sort of out of habit, only to find even more of the crap in his hair.
"No offense if you disagree, but this place is starting to bother me... Will you take some rather slimy coins? Apparently at the moment that's about all I have."
This time just looking rather tired, he took his hand out of his hair and wiped it on a napkin too, leaving his hair in a horribly mussed-up style, but he couldn't see it after all and didn't especially care to at the moment. It was about that time the hurricane started up, and he held one hand out towards the whirlwind, pushing his aura out to his fingertips, which took on a very faint blue glow.
Rek Talan
He spoke the words out loud, and the faint glow pressed outward, flattening and curving back into a barrier, a few feet taller than he was and roughly circular - which a chair that had been flying directly for Kyra and Asake smashed into and shattered. He winced at the sound, and since a bit of the impact had been transferred through the barrier into his arm - the shield wasn't powerful enough to absorb all the force on it's own - but at least the flying object hadn't killed him... once it was all finished, he lowered his hand and the spell dissapated, then he looked back to Kyria.
"You alright...? What the hell was that...? I'm sorry I keep asking but sound just isn't cutting it right now..."
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Kyria watched with raised eyebrows as the Asake put up a rather good force shield. Well, that confirmed it, he was a mage. And since he had yet to do anything really weird, she would assume that he was not a bad one. She grinned as she eyed the coins, slimy or not they would still spend. She picked them up with the rag and stuffed the entire ball into her pants pocket as she turned to get him his drink, speaking louder to be heard over the noise.
âOh aye we accept just about anything coinage here Sir. Now, what was itâ¦.â Kyria trailed off with a rather startled squeal as her boot found three marbles. Thankfully she could not blush as she was most embarrassed by her out burst. However that soon became the least of her worries. She quickly moved in an attempt to catch her balance. The attempt failed horribly as her other foot found two more marbles. Kyria actually let out a loud squeak as she began sliding towards the wall of bottles, which she now saw stacked ready to fall. Her arms and legs flailed wildly looking like a bad comedy skit as she tried to regain some semblance of balance. Just when she thought she would hit the wall dead on, one foot found solid ground. The other foot, however landed on one last marble and pitched her backward. She landed on her ass with a muffled and rather exasperated oath.
Hearing a sound, she glanced up in time to see the bottles falling all over the counter. Keeping on the ground she scooted away from the wall and back towards the bar so as not to get hit on the head. Reaching a safer area, she looked around for marbles. Finding one she picked it up and stuffed it in her pocket with out thinking as she rose to her feet. She looked around noticing the new âexitâ on the east wall, and the other rubble that had once been the bar. She grabbed a bottle of vodka and a beer and slipped back to Asake, keeping her eyes on her feet.
âI think we should probably consider taking this party some place a bit more quiet at the very leastâ, she spoke leaning near to him to make sure he heard her. Not wanting to give away the fact that she was not an employee just yet, she continued, âI am off the clock right now at any rateâ. She considered the quick flash she had felt earlier and made a note to come back later, when things were calmer, if that ever happened. Or perhaps she could just hide nearby and find out what she wanted to know. However, at the moment she felt she could move freely with her own appearance. She spent a moment in quiet concentration as she dispelled the illusions around her.
Glancing around as she made her way around the bar, her green eyes glittered as she took in the horned one once more. He seemed to be a catalyst. Or he just had really bad luck as the strangest things seemed to happen around him. She turned her head and pushed a long red curl from her eyes as she looked for the pirate pair. She did not see them right away and had a vague thought that perhaps they had left already. Then she noticed the gore in and around the building. She spared one glance at the elder Kindred (Kain). She noted he had not moved and seemed not to care that the bar was all but destroyed. But then perhaps this happened every night. She quickly glanced away, lest he catch her eye. She stepped carefully as she made her way back to Asake and waited for him to make up his mind.
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Being ripped apart by the influence of some random propensity for chaotic rendition was not Sycorax's idea of fun, in fact to say it left her feeling out of sorts, was the understatement of the century. There was no feeling in the world like being disembowelled by a misplaced effulgence and Sycorax had a lot of stomach to be removed and shunted around in such fashion [Ooc... Napilu, do you realise you have just created liposuction in the dark ages... oooooh] Still this possibly had advantages, since Sycorax had something stuck up her ass for years, and all the prunes and herbal concoctions had never been able to shift the obstruction that had so discomforted her, when this seemingly innocent accident, had not only dislodged it, but thrown it against the wall, pounded its head with a brick and butt fucked it with a lump of stone.
Sycorax's eyes having come to rest, her vision distorted with one eye looking straight up, the other looking suspiciously at the pile of shit that had emerged from her intestines, something seeming oddly familiar about the shape and when it opened a single bloodshot 'brown eye' and stared back at her... recognition was complete. Well time enough for reminiscence later, right now she had some serious reconstruction to do. An eyeball swivelling around to find a hand, crawling, dragging itself by the fingernails towards where she would reform. Little baubles of desiccated flesh forming to roll to where the hand was, globules of fat, rolling the other direction for Sycorax figured if she was in for a rebuild, she may as well get her money's worth.
The horned one re-entering the building after his dance with Baba Yaga, and if she had lips Sycorax would have smirked as directly above him her twat, all ten pounds of mangy minge, slowly unpeeled itself from the ceiling to fall and impale itself on one of his horns. A thought of "Oi oi oi," emerging as she watched her twat with a life of its own, bounce up and down on Napilu's horn for a few moments, before erupting in orgasmic release, along with the release of other far less pleasant flatulent emissions, the residues running down his horn and across his face to drip across his lips, then bouncing itself off his horn to land with a wet and sticky splat on the floor.
Coming eye to eye with her minge was one of the less pleasant aspects of this process, and Sycorax for a moment seriously considered a sex change, hell anything would be prettier then that dribbling, depraved pit of perverse and pus filled pleasure. A mental gesture and the twat separating into several more normal sized apertures, a nice bald one catching Sycorax's eye (figuratively speaking) and moving to merge with the pulpy mass of her reformation. A nipple, shrieking to itself and thinking to flee, pinned by the mass of virulent tongue, "Oi... thats a good feeling' thought emerging as the offending nipple was given a thorough tongue lashing for its disobedience, then pondering giving her newly formed twat the same treatment, after all, no one else would give it a good licking, then changing her mind. Time enough for such foolery later, right now, she wanted to be in one piece again.
A poised pinnacle of pulpy, promiscuous paraphernalia, pulsing in persuasive passion slowly rising from the floor, assuming various shapes, several of which would lead mortal man to being chained to a wall gibbering in demented eloquence, hair merging with skin, flesh and bone to formulate a head, eyeballs rolling to be swallowed by empty sockets, taking a moment to swivel obliviously before the pupils would gaze outwards. A neck forming to support the head, a vision of paradoxical loveliness (the paradox would be to consider anything about this head and face lovely) teeth growing where only rotting gums had been situated, tongue moving up, reversing then with a leap engulfed by the mouth, a chewing motion established then settling as the tongue rejoined its host.
Shoulders emerging from the gloopy goo, breasts now less then a quarter of the size previously owned rising proudly displaying a firmness that Sycorax had only dreamed of for longer then she could imagine. A flat stomach and concave navel, hips that had shape and a twat that men may kill for, then legs, legs that reached all the way from her ass to the floor and then some. This naked vision of sartorial elegance held for a moment the Sycorax;'s chest moved and she breathed. So much for having a nice body, the breasts sagging to shrunken dugs, stomach wrinkling to closer resemble a landscape overflowed with lava, the legs, developing orange peel texture and heavily bruised varicose veins, and the ass that she had so proudly fashioned sagging then with a loud Brrrrrp ripping off a fart to express its contentment.
Still, she had effectively cut her size to a third that she had been, and grabbing for the remains of her rags, dropping them over her head, the only success story the newly formed twat, smooth, clean and looking in virginal condition and as soon as she found a willing, or even unwilling victim that would be seen too. A bony finger reaching out and pointing to the jellied remnants remaining then words uttered, a cloud of greasy smoke billowing forth then those remains transported back to her lair... spare parts so to speak. Then Sycorax turning to the pile of crap which stared at her still. "Oi oi oi, thought ye 'ad left me, but all these years her was hanging round up me ass. Ter think, when oi 'eard yer voice while dumping me guts oi thought oi was dreaming. Still" she cackled offensively... "Yer look loike shit now yer do indeedy." Again the bony finger would extend, a grin of savage glee crossing her features, then a spark flickering out to strike the turd with eyes, a shimmering effervescence and from thence a toad emerged. She gathered it quickly, shoving it in the folds of her dress then turned to look at Napilu.
"Oi should dip yer danglies in honey and feed them to the ants fer what yer did, take them horns, and shove them up yer ass till yer eyes pop from their sockets... But" she said and swirled on the spot "Yer just took a weight off me moind and got rid of a gutful of crap that oi carried fer years. So... do yer want me ter fuck yer here and now in thanks, or would ye loike to find somewhere more private dearie, after all, some males are a little shy aint they." To this she would wink suggestively, fully expecting him to refuse with some utterance of her not being his type, or some other lame assed male excuse... and she had heard them all, from "Not tonight I have a headache," to "I am sorry lady, I caught my tool in the door and broke it" and finally "Sorry, I am not into women" but she had to make the offer. In her mind she considered she wouldn't mind banging him like a dunny door, but if he said no, there were always more fish in the sea, (even if they would end up smelling like the tuna John West rejected).
Chuckling to herself as her eye caught sight through a hole in the wall of Baba Yaga's fun and games, knowing full well the old bat could handle herself and then with a slow and lecherous wink to Napilu turning to the bar and gesturing the girl (Kyria) to fetch her a drink, after all she had something to celebrate, dropping three hundred pounds and clearing her bowels had to be a good thing. She wished she had met this strange and random god a millennia ago, as right now she felt as sprightly as a little girl and Sycorax had never felt that way before. Not ever, not even when she had been a little girl if ever. A burbling in her stomach then a wet and ominous sound of flatulence emerging from beneath her rags, she smirked in sartorial elegance and said "Oi oi oi, that were nearly wet," wriggling her sagging butt towards Napilu as she shook the last bubbles free.
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Twisted fingers curled around the glass ball, caressing it like a lost lover. Bright eyes gaze into it, watching the swirling visions from the safety of a dark hooded robe. A small mouse skitters across the table. One hand stabs down, impaling the mouse on a long nail the color of sewage. Dewiniaeth cackled as she brought the tasty morsel up to her lips. She watched her âsistersâ though the ball as she bit the creatures head off, blood spurting over her hand and face. She chewed, the bones popping and crunching with each bite.
She set the ball back on its stand and rose, her ass coming unstuck from her chair with a loud wet sounding fart. She continued to eat the mouse, mumbling as she moved around the room, bits of mouse hair and other items falling from her lips as she looked for her broom. A large rat chose that moment to run across her path. Dewiniaeth cackled with glee as she raised a foot and stomped down on it. Four hundred pounds of witch landing on the rats tail caused it to squeal and turn and sink its sharp front teeth into her toe. At that moment, she spotted her broom doing its very best to sneak out the nearby door.
Reaching down she wrapped her twisted fingers around the rats head and yanked it up. As her foot was still on the tail, the rat simply tore in two. The piece she was holding she threw at her cowardly broom letting it know she was on to its tricks. She started to walk towards the broom before she remembered the rat. She bent over and picked up the dripping remains by its now flattened tail. She shoved the half a rat down into her robes, tucking it under one large breast for later. She then snatched her broom before it could make another escape attempt.
Dewiniaeth shambled toward the outside door. Squeezing, she pushed herself through the door with another loud farting sound. Hearing a soft plopping sound, she reached back batting her ass. Nothing wet. She looked around and picked up another dead and badly rotten rat. She sniffed it, grinned, took a bite and stuffed it back into her robes, tucking it under the other breast. Bones crunching as she chewed he rat bit, she mounted her broom ignoring its protests. She rose, slowly, the broom straining under her bulk to raise into the air. Damned if she would let her âsistersâ have all the fun.
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With more than enough ale to satisfy his thirst, Tim sits forward in his chair and curiously looks onto Baba and Sycorax. How wonderful it would be to befriend them and ask them if they would do the honor of joining him upon his ship as his comrades. He knew that remaining quiet was not the way to get anywhere, so he quietly gets up from his chair, and makes his way over to Baba Yaga, taking his hat off in respect, upon approaching a lady, no matter who she was. And as if she were a royal figure, he politely bows to her.
" Parden me madam, my name is Captain Timmothy Higgins, of the Grand Ship Lamminger, and I could not help but notice your expertise in wielding magic. It's quite extraordinary actually, and I would be deeply honored if you and your friend were to join me on my ship as comrades. I've got a considerable amount of treasure aboard, and anything that strikes your fancy, is yours as payment for your services. I will even offer you free quarters upon my vessel, and free reign of the ship. " He states with an honest expression. After all, he meant what he said. Anything that they wanted was automatically theirs to keep.
" I realize that you hardly know who I am, and that trusting strangers is not at all easy. And I also realize that me being a pirate, that makes trusting me all the harder. Not to worry, if you wish to decline I will not be offended. "
Something inside him knew he could trust Baba and Sycorax enough to show them the amulet around his neck, the very trinket stolen from the witches of Sharvani themselves. It was the only thing keeping him from disease and death, and he felt that their company was secure enough to reveal several secrets that he had yet to reveal to others within the tavern. He still felt torment though, and that torment was still burning within him. It burned enough to flicker a red flame within his eyes. He could stand it no more. If anyone could help him, the witches could.
" There's something else I must tell you. A torment burns inside me, and I have not the power to extinguish it. I do not know how to rid myself of it, and I thought that leaving the very land that tormented me would rid me of it forever. I was wrong. The torment only pains me worse. I want to be rid of it, I want to level it below the fathoms of the ocean, but I can't. That has also brought me to you madam. Could you and your friend possibly pinpoint exactly why I can not rid myself of such an entity, and perhaps put my soul at rest? Please, for that I will handsomely reward you."
A look of sheer desperation sweeps over the young pirate as the amulet around his neck sparkles against the lantern's lights within the tavern.
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Kyria watched the witch as she reconstituted herself right there in front of everyone. While, it was disgusting it was still a pretty neat trick. She was half tempted to approach and find out exactly how she managed it. Not only was it neat, it could, obviously, be very useful. Her emerald green eyes glittered with amusement as she watched the old witchâs pussy impale itself on Napaluâs horn. Her lips twitched as she considered the pun in that thought. As she watched, some of the crowd started to pull themselves together. Not quite as well as the witch, but then they probably did not have her talents.
She spared a quick glance at Asake. She noticed his eyes were shut, again. Strange, the way he seemed to see without looking. But then, she knew others that had similar abilities, so perhaps not so strange. He seemed an interesting person to talk with, for the moment. Even if he could see through her illusions. Definitely more calming than dealing with the Elder or Elders. She turned her attention back to the witch in time to see her gesture for a drink. Kyria blinked and then grinned as she finally figured out that she was asking her to bring the drink. She shrugged and turned, grabbing a bottle from the counter. She used her sleeve to wipe off the lip of the bottle.
âBe just a moment Sirâ, she said to Asake. She then headed over in the witchâs direction. She gracefully made her way around the various people and obstructions with a natural feline grace. Anyone watching her would be reminded of gypsy dancing around camp fires as she moved, even though she was not wearing her bells. Upon reaching the witch, Kyria placed a respectful, yet slightly wary expression on her face. No sense in letting the old lady know she was anything more than what she appeared to be. âYour drink Maâam. Thatâll be 25 coppersâ, she spoke putting more of a British sound into her voice.
She glanced around briefly as she waited for the payment. Spying the pirate approaching the other witch, she allowed herself to watch the pair of them a tad more closely. It seemed, from the manâs expression that the other witch had something he was hoping she would give to him. And the sparkle in the lantern light. So the pirate had shines he could afford to wear. Which usually meant they had more they could afford to lose. She would perhaps follow him later to find out where his ship was. She could scout it out easily enough. After all, sailors rarely turned down a visit from a lass.
She turned her green eyes back to the witch near her (Sycorax). She waited for payment, hoping that she would get the coins requested, and not something else. Since he was nearby, she kept an eye on Napalu as well. One could never quite relax with gods around.
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[align=justify:aecd83d70c]Bumping hard against muscle, duck flapping beneath the soiled grungy baggy bloomers that looked more like a gothic circus tent full of flapping poultry and gloomy looking clowns dressed in black, holding bunches of dead withered cactuses. The resounding words âHONK HONKâ only inspiring the decadents gravel-gurgled tones of âOI OI OI⦠VEEEE ARE GETTING SOME PORK SVORD TONIGHTTTT ME WEEEEEE LIL DUCKY!!!! spinning around and around in Napaluâs direction as white feathers bloomed in the burped ale atmosphere. Baba Yaga out of control⦠spin, spin, spinning like a rhinoceros in a china shop and possessing all the hefty grace to accompany the metaphor. Just about to go in for the grope⦠to grovel with his grapes, kneed them like apple dumplings being prepared for her placenta brew. A frown and furrowed brow accompanying her dismay as her hand was taken away âAwwwwwwww⦠Oi had forgottin what it was likeeeee to haveeee two birrrrds in the bussssh and ballsssss in mer handsssssss!!!â Bobbing up and down, bouncing all merry like as if she had swallowed too much brandy and now had a sudden burst of gleeful energy. Bubbled sneezes bursting to pour down venomous spiders upon the occupants had been turned into little painted turtles in the brightest of colors; some even having sunshine, lollypops and rainbows painted on their shells.
This ones taste was up the shitters... but surely a good sadistic woman behind him, or on top of him could straighten that out in two shakes of a livered lizard, strain of the potatoes , poke in the old custard, split the whiskers and go a few more bashings of the one-eye gopher until it stopped squeaking. Another series of random sneezes changing the turtles into little mutant midgetâs on gum leaves playing an array of assorted instruments and the jovial symphony of âOoo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang, Walla walla, bing bang. Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang, Walla walla, bing bang... Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang, Walla walla, bing bang. Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang, Walla walla, bing bangâ using springs and French letters for extra bass. The dance could not go without music to accompany, even as the dance somehow manifested into a massive tornado sucking up patrons, furniture into its cavernous mouth. Baba lifting her four chins to stare into its eye, having to squint since losing her glasses when Atra had sent her fat ass sprawling to all the four quarters. âEh⦠Sycorax you oldddd whhhhore, shut your legssss yah⦠your breeeeathhhh is sssstarting to sssstinkkkk, jah!! You surly idle-headed moldwarp, wayward bat-fowling clack-dishâ Then mumbling incoherently to herself, head starting to reel, stomach seizing to airsickness, knotting only to twist and wretch; gagging reflex taking hold⦠voluminous mass working its way up from the bowels of her clenching festering womb only to suddenly drench Napulu in a swarm of festering maggots.
Boiled and pox tongue licking over lower dehydrated, cracked lips to chow down on those that wriggled like spaghetti over the brimful dish of lustful flickering, even sucks and certainly swallows. Fetch was one of those delicacies not even a witch could refuse. Right hand coming up to quickly utter âExcuse me!â before a comical âWhooooooopppppppp whoop-whoop-whoopâ escaped from nowhere and another surge of vomit sang forth, this time no maggots⦠instead techno-colored confetti... puffed out in multicolored tufted clouds; talk about Puff the Magic Dragon! Baba Yaga gave new meaning to the moniker of magic dragons, though she had never come across a good one that tasted like chicken, for some odd reason, they always tasted like play dough and ass??? Baffling to be sure, and no one could give better head than a dragon, just a shame you had to use ten tubs of peanut butter before one would even consider it. Baba knew, she had tried and received herself a rather hot set of flaps for the effort. Hot knickers and creamy catfish pie⦠Baba licked her lips just for the thought of it. âOoo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang, Walla walla, bing bang. Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang, Walla walla, bing bang... Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang, Walla walla, bing bang. Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang, Walla walla, bing bangâ
Giving a girlie giggle that sounded more like a strangled corpse in death-rattle getting banged by a harpsichord; wide toothless grin given while gums flapped loose in the g-force offering... wet, sloppy dot, slurping sounds- grubby, warty hands gripping his tighter as her heart left joy; yet again⦠that could easily have been the maggots finding discomfort in the change of heartburn and indigestion of rotting stomach acids. Fighting to let his hands go, even after his had left⦠tuckshop lady arms flagging around in the vicious torrents of whirlwind and tempest generated from their little happy dance. The duck finally breaking free from festering knickers only to fly at Napulu, circling above his head only to have webbed feet grip the tufts of hair not wanting to be sucked up in the huge vagina in the sky. After being down Baba Yagaâs grundies who would want to go to a bigger gapping smoo hullabaloo? The duck thought differently and come hell or high water, it saw Napalu as the harbinger of all its misfortune.
Wings sweeping, sending more feathers into the air, the last that remained on its body only to leave a totally naked duck âQUACKKKKKKKK QUA-QUA QUACKKKKKKKâ. Beak jittering with terrified shrieks of torment, black beady eyes widened in absolute horror at the ordeal it had just suffered. White and black excretment... soggy poo- pooping from its pink and puckered orifice to dribble over Napaluâs shoulders. After all when duck is horrified beyond the horrors, it poops like it has never pooped before. Hot streams of duck doo-doo squirting to hit unsuspecting victims fleeing from the calamity in the eyes and mouths; screams ringing out through the demolition, sounds of gagging and profuse vomiting erupting as Baba Yaga was forced to let go of her loverboy. Claws gripping as she screamed out âNooooooooo my Romeoâ¦..â, spinning again aroundâ¦.aroundâ¦aroundâ¦.aroundâ¦.aroundâ¦around. Left leg elegantly placed over right, then right over left in the most graceful pirouette anyone would ever see again, her screams still singing out into the night even as she kept up with that carousel of wayward banshees⦠would she ever see him again. The prince who had come to the ball, finally found his princess only to have loved and lost. Woeâ¦woe to the old witch, loveless and now duckless. [/align:aecd83d70c]
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At sea Tim was well at home, but this tavern was not his envronment and his unfamiliarity with this strange place was about to cost him more than just eight of his nine lives. He had not seen Napu's tornado heading right for Baba at first, but then the low pressure of such a force pops his ears painfully and at once he knew, he had felt this sort of low pressure before. He had gotten himself caught in a monsterous typhoon while at sea and such a feeling had alerted him to find a close shore to batten down his hatches. He had no hatch to batten down this time, and in a desperate attempt to avoid getting caught up into it he scrambles as fast as he can to a corner of the tavern where he knew that the cyclone would not harm him. He finds an open window to cling to and remains there, hoping that Napu's pets would not bother with him.
" Grrrrr, I should have NEVER left the Lamminger's deck! What was I thinking?! " He blirts out in fear. "He could see his ship from the window, docked safely as it rocks with the ebb and flow of the tides beneath it's hull. Now he wanted desperately to retreat to his ship but his body thought otherwise. It was as if he was frozen in place like a mouse without a hole to run into.
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Dewiniaethâs broom finally gave up and lowered from the sky. Carrying the 400 obese pounds through the air was more than it was ready to handle any longer. With a sound like the dying gasp of a wounded screech owl, the broom landed on the pavement outside the tavern. Dewiniaeth bounced a few feet more, flesh jiggling like a putrid bowl of jello. She came to a stop in front of the doorman. Her forward movement stopped, however her various rolls of flesh continued to shake and convulse. The violent movements sending various rotting carcasses of rats and mice rolling, sliding, and falling from her rolls of fat. Dewiniaeth opened her mouth to scold her broom for simply dumping her but instead belched, loudly. A slightly chewed mouse ear flew out of her mouth and landed wetly on the shoe of the doorman. He bent to see what had hit his shoe just in time to be engulfed by the stench of the burp. Practically a green fog as it crept up and over the doorman. Dewiniaeth watched as he gagged. He stood up, attempted to clear his lungs coughing. His eyes rolled back in his head and he fell back against the wall, slowly sliding down to sit on his ass, passed out.
Dewiniaeth began to push and pull herself to her feet. Folds of flab writhed like sea swells as she moved. She stepped on a very rotted rat carcass sending maggots squishing out from beneath her foot. Looking down she cackled and bent to retrieve her lunch. She scraped the remains off her foot, licking her fingers to get most of it off. She then turned and plodded through the door of the tavern, leaving a few would be patrons green and gagging.
Squeezing her bulk through the door took Dewiniaeth a moment, which gave her eyes time to adjust to the slightly darker interior. She stopped inside the door looking around to find her âsistersâ. Raising her dress with one clawed hand, she scratched her ass. Her hand paused as it found a bump. Fingers squeezed and the pimple popped, puss shooting out to hit an unlucky man who had staggered behind her. âOiâ¦.oi did not meanta be hurting yas..â, she rumbled with a wide grin. But, since the man was down and outâ¦..
Bending over, Dewiniaeth scooped up the man. Clawed fingers feeling his flesh through the clothing. Oh but he was a right fine one, all that dark hair and muscled as well. She flopped him over her shoulder. His face landed, sadly for the man, right next to her armpits. The stains there giving away the fact that not only had she not bathed in centuries, but deodorant was unknown to her as well. Had the man been awake, he would have passed out at the smell. She waddled further in, in time to see Baba twirl out through the east wall. As she continued to carry her new toy deeper into the ruins of the tavern, she stepped on something squishy. Looking down, hoping it would be another rat, she instead found a pile of lard. As she watched, it crept and slithered towards more of the same stuff. Then she saw the twat land on a horn. âoi oi oi..gie her a good un then!â, she cackled knowing she had just found Sycorax as well.
Dewiniaeth continued to barge through the tavern, rolls of flesh writhing as she walked, the poor manâs head bouncing against her shoulder as she carried him to a chair. She plopped down. The chair gave a horrified squeal and then just collapsed, leaving her sprawled on the floor. She shifted the unconscious man settling him in her lap. She continued to pet him with one hand. She rooted around under her dress, finally finding a half eaten rat under a fold of flab. She yanked it out and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully as she waited for her toy to wake up.
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Tim holds onto the window sill for dear life. He felt he was far too young to lose it to Napalu's misbehavior. Now fear was turning into anger, for he would not tolerate another misgiving after having tolerated so many in his life. He wanted to finally live the life he had been yearning to live since his early adulthood. A look of fear which had first taken his face, quickly changes to one of a determined pirate who was not about to let an undertoe take down his ship!
He reaches beneath his ruffled shirt, and grips the amulet once more. He knew it had the ability to protect him from disease, but had not known of the full scope of its power.
" NO! I will not fall to another misgiving! I've been denied freedom, happiness and love! I WILL NOT BE DENIED ANY LONGER! "
Without consciousness of what he was doing, Tim holds the amulet right over the center of his chest, where his heart beats rapidly. The stone within the amulet reads his every heart beat, and begins to glow a soft red, pulsating with the beat of his heart. With every pulsation the red light grows slightly brighter.
Gone is the look of a frightened man. With ears a back, fur bristled, and eyes dangerously narrowed, the blood of a true pirate begins to boil within the young Sea Captain. He now gathers enough strength to look around the tavern.
" Would someone kindly tell me who is responsible for this act of devilry?"
Tim asks his question with a snarl in his beak and a growl in his voice.
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"That's good I suppose... I tend to have trouble with finding the proper money..."
It was a lucky thing the last realm he had been in also used coined currency - he had a good amount of it with him, after he'd done some magic for a noble. It was amazing, in planes with lesser amounts of magic users, how much some people would pay for enchanted items of any kind, or getting rid of that pesky bandit isses - it left a lot bigger impression when people weren't familiar with it, and it was usually an at least partially amusing day when he had to use it to fight people who had never seen a spell in their life...
"Somewhere else sounds good at this point... Ah... miss?"
He heard her yelp, and then a considerable crashing sound, and his eyes finally opened in surprise - the mismateched hues never looking directly at her, though - or anything for that matter. He looked in her general direction, though, so it might be a little more difficult to tell if he could see her or not - he saw her aura, and knew she'd fallen, but...
"What was that noise?"
It occurred to him that he still didn't know her name... he'd have to ask, but he just nodded to her for a moment as she walked away, to where he wasn't really sure, but... he could keep track of her aura at least. Unless she was just dodging him, in which case there wasn't a whole lot of point in that, was there? He chuckled just slightly to himself, closing his eyes again, sitting on the stool, and just waiting. Despite the fact that there's some kind of suppression field around this place, I was able to use my barrier... so what does that mean? It's an attack specific supressor, perhaps...? And if that's true, why is the mana in here so oppressive...? Perhaps that's the reason for the barrier in the first place... I'd have to be an absolute moron to try to throw an attack spell, supression field or no...
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Kyria finally just gave up waiting for the witch to pay. At the best it had been mere hope that she would. That Kyria did not receive any money was about what she had expected. She made sure the bottle was where the witch could find it and made her graceful way back to Asake. She had heard his question when she had fallen, but preferring not to remember that particular scene she decided to gloss over the subject.
âIt was nothing reallyâ, she replied as she stopped by his side. Her emerald eyes took in the various people, taking not of the changing appearance of the pirate. âInterestingâ, she thought to herself. âYa said someplace else sounded more relaxing then?â she questioned Asake once more. Receiving an affirmative answer, she smiled. âPerhaps you would enjoy a walk along the docks?â
Kyria simply smiled as she thought about that. It would serve two purposes, one it would allow her some much needed space from the elder. And second it would allow her to check out the pirate ship. If it looked promising, she could come back later with a proper disguise. That would be the plan. After all, she still had to sort out where she was, how she got there, and how she could get home..if she wanted.
Kyria waited for Asake to stand up. She did not offer her arm, as she knew full well how cold her flesh would feel, even through the cloth of her sleeve. Besides, just because he shielded her once did not mean he would be so helpful in the future. Her watch word for the time being was going to be âconstructive paranoiaâ.
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"Nothing? It sounded pretty loud..."
He lifted a brow slightly, puzzled, but then he just shrugged a little bit - probably wasn't anything major, since she was alright, it was just... well a really weird coincidence... all kinds of weird things happening all at once. He'd seen a lot of weird things happen - but part of it was that he couldn't see them, and he didn't want to be around when the next random hurricane started out... Talk about unfavorable first impressions of an establishment...
"I think that's a safe assumption"
He looked over towards her, eyes closed once again, laughing just a little. It was probably the first time he'd come close to death just by wandering into a tavern and buying a drink. Well, without someone deciding they wanted to take offense to his hair or something along those lines. To be more specific, it was the first time he had wandered into an establishment and almost died as a result of collateral damage from what... really didn't seem like any kind of actual battle of any kind.
Suffice to say, Asake was not so much afraid as he was confused, and deciding to excercise a perfectly normal worry about objects flying at lethal velocities and slugs - or something of the sort - materializing for no apparent reason in his pockets. Hell, next time it would probably be something lethal, at that rate.
"Sure, though, that sounds alright. You'll, ah... have to lead the way, though. No clue where they are on my part."
He stood, and made as though to take her arm, entirely unaware of the fact that she'd never offered it, but he realized that almost right away, and put his arm back down, looking down a bit to hide his embarassment as he walked to the door, retracing his steps from before, and holding it open for her to move through first.
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Watching Asake Kyria made some quick assumptions. One, she was fairly certain the man was blind. This just made her truly wonder how in the hell he saw her. Pondering that led to her second assumption, that he âsawâ by something similar to Auspex. This would explain how he saw through her illusions. She walked behind him, noting his movements how he carried himself and how he seemingly easily avoided collusions with other people and objects. Impressed, despite herself she grinned, green eyes glittering. Perhaps there was more to him as there was to her. Well, in time perhaps they could explore this more, for now, a simple walk past the pirate ship would suffice.
Reaching the door, Kyria stepped through, murmuring a thank you to Asake. She waited outside, this time offering him her arm It would be most interesting to note his reactions, as she did not think he was aware yet of what she was. Given the chaos on the tavern she was betting her life, or unlife if you will, that this was no Camarilla ruled city where the masquerade was in full effect and forced down peopleâs throats. She supposed it served a purpose. After all it was much easier to get close to people if they were not constantly looking over their shoulders in fear of a vampire or some such. However, every now and then it was rather enjoyable to taunt the local populace as it were.
As he laid his hand on her arm Kyria watched his expression. She was not trying to be cruel or even toying with him. She was quite sure should she even attempt a small nip he would simply turn her into a toad, or some such odious creature. She had other plans for the moment and they did not include becoming a toy for a mage.
She spent a moment looking around, noting where the dock was. From her vantage point she could see the masts and spars of at least one large ship. She assumed it was the pirate ship. A ship that size would have a good number of crew on board. Though one could hope that they had been granted shore leave and were currently whoring and/or drinking or drunk. It would remain to be seen how well guarded the ship was. If worse came to worse, she could always convince the guard that she simply wanted to make his evening more enjoyable. Her lips twitched at the thought, knowing she would pick the guards pocket as well once he was captured by her illusion. All in all it could turn out to be a profitable evening.
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As Tim asked the question of who's devilry plagued the tavern, he found that he was getting no response. He came to the resolution that perhaps he should not toil with magic simply because he knew little about it himself, except for the trinket he had stolen from Sharvani. It had occured to him that if he did indeed pushed the wrong buttons with a master of sorcery, he too may end up a victim of a sorcerer's spell. His expression lightens up just a tad, but still holds suspicion.
He then turns his attentions to looking out the window. It was at this moment where he thought of his guardian, who had always followed him at sea. He wondered now how his guardian was, since he had not seen her for the entire journey. His worries would soon pass, as he watches from a far, as a magnificant sea dragon, with emerald, and aqua scales rises from the depths of the sea, to make herself visible to others that the ship on the dock was well guarded and lords forbid those who did not comprehend her assertive guardianship. She gives a gentile rumble from her snout as she swallows a fish she had caught beneath the docks. This makes Tim smile. Darla had survived the trip at sea.
" I was begining to think my dear guardian would not make the trip at sea. I am glad my worries are now at ease. Yet something remains a concern.. Intuition is nibbling at me like a rat to cheese. Why is this? Surely there is nothing to worry about here. Sharvani was left behind days ago. Yet this concern is also felt by you dear Darla, or else you would not have risen from the depths of the waters."
He knew he had to leave the tavern to step outside. What concerned Darla was now worrying him as well. He felt a strong urge to return to his ship and he had had as much ale as he could stomach. He leaves a handsome tip for his tender and makes his way to the door of the tavern without a single word said from his mouth, allowing his intuition lead him back to the ship which he had sailed in upon.
*Kyra you are welcomed to join me in the Lamminger awaits outside the Tavern thread, in fact, anyone who wishes to come there may come there now. The more the merrier. ^^*