The Eden War - Archived roleplay

[The Eden Chronicles]

~ Nakitta ~
May 20, 2005, 19:06:01

~ Kitta nods to her sister pulling on Eclipse's reins sharply enough making the demon horse let out a demonic wail as he was forced about. Eclipse never defied Kitta and went thundering off in the direction of Gabriela. Kittas mind slowly calls upon that of Brats reminding him to draw strength from the hells and of all the death that lay strewn in bloodied heaps upon the battlefield, reminding him sharply of what he is being that a Demon Horse of the finest breeding one that no matieral plane poison would kill.

Kitta continued to ride hard to her niece spotting her mother coming. She nods to her and instead postions Eclipse on the otherside of Gabriela blocking her completely from this unknown female assailant. Her own sword drawn and ready as she slides from Eclipse's back leaving him to stand guard over her niece as Atra comes riding in. Kitta will always gladly do what it takes to defend family.

Her wings flare out slightly as icy black bottomless pools focus upon that of her sister and this unknown female watching them like a hawk as her own defensive auras come up waiting ever so patiently like a coiled cobra to strike if needed to. Her lips curled into a sinister sneer as she waits knowing the bitch that did this will die here tonight her blood and soul to be feasted upon.~

( OOC: Sorry this post is short got some stuff I am trying to deal with and it has my mind far from RP atm )

[The Eden Chronicles]

Kalicity_Saflicia
May 21, 2005, 20:22:10

(OOC: Just to let all know before I post this so there will be no objections, if there are, please IM me and let me know-, I had e-mailed Keaira a day ago, and asked that she post by the end of the day ande or her character would die, due to the circumstances of the post not being posted in a total of three days and it was holding up the RP. Another person from this board had approached her and asked for her to post several times, and she did not post a response/counter. As well as two other people of my knowledge, she has not. She knew the consequences of not posting, and she did not post, so unfortanately for her, her character is going to die because of her lack to post a response/counter to this attack.)

-/Slice/, blood squirted through the basis, along the lines of the veins, this creature of a lizard like origin spilt through, the foul stench was wretched as each part of her body and weilded to the edge of the blade. A head rolling, a dangling spinal cord making its way, dancing about with the crimson fountain that it was drown in. left hand snapped to the side, the body jerked as the blade had furthermore opened up the gap of the wound, one could hear the snap of the bones giving way to the rib cage, muscles would hinge together as she placed the base of her palm that was holding/ A Venom's Kiss/ and  gripped down on the flesh, and yanked /Deathstrike/ out of the body as it quickly fell to the ground. Shoulders pushing back as she looked down on this body, the soul in itself started to linger and wander, the streams of beautiful light carried onward through the air.

Naturally, she grinned, sheathing /A Venom's Kiss/, holding out her right hand, opening it up, closing her eyes, feeling the presence of this female. "Yer Mine, bitch." The drawing of the astral plane, slithering to the side, as the power, the force of adrenaline and the knawing of temptation as the spirit was slowly sucked like a whirlwind, binding together as she swiftly diagnosed the soul, letting her hands capture it to the middle of her palm, as those lithe fingers were drawn in, closing it on the inside, the light glowing, lips curling, pursing together as the force of her tongue drew out and licked far passed those crimson lips. Then as the nape of her hand closed together, suddenly the light was faded and the black amulet hanging around her neck, which was relatively hidden behind her halter top, one could see the glow as the soul was captured inside of the ebony walls. It would struggle, would scream with all the others that have been captured by the Imperial Commander. Eyes slowly opened, those eyes a pitch black pool of nothingness seemlingly echoed through the bindings of a tortured cell, but all the while the torture would bind her to the sick happiness she
claimed as her life.

She snarled softly, fangs fully extended. Keaira wanted to make Gabriela her slave, /and failed./ Now it will be her turn to see what it is like to be a slave,to be called on when wanted for whatever reason, to give her a body that she never would want, to become a blooddoll, to live an endless life of torment,  a slave to the will of the Dark Goddess, the one that would be named Kalicity, the one that was her own in the ways of many, a Chylde to the Darkbane, An adopted Orphan by her known Queen Atra' Lamia, and those eyes shifted as she looked towards her Queen, head bowing as she was still on her knee's, sheathing then/ DeathStrike/, eyes shifting to her sister, now Alustria, also known as Nakitta, thus too bowing her head, then looking upon her Daughter, a snarl softly, she slowly rose as she shifted her body, her Stallion coming to her and she stroked the thick powerful neck. Hooves softly pounding at the ground, as he danced, a boot placed in the irons, mounting her steed, the Equine's hindquarters collecting underneath him, waiting to ride off back to the palace, a glance towards the body of Keaira, within the moment or two it would have taken to bow, stand and mount, the wisdom and deadliness of her swords would have already worked
through the flesh, and the body itself was starting to burn, there would be nothing left, the poison would eat away the bones, and leave it in nothing but ashes.

Glancing back to Alustria, and her Queen. "W' must get Gabriela back t' the castle so she may rest. M' Lady-bowing to Kitta- I thank ye' for yer prompt arrival, nothing else means more t' me than t' have ye' so close. And t' you M' Queen, my mother, -glancing to Atra'- I thank ye' fer coming to Gaby's rescue, I know y' can heal her,  poisons have never been m' specialty."

Turning Chaos around, the horse pivoted on swift winds, she then turned to Alustria, bowing her head once more. "M' Lady, If y' please, Heal Brat and bring him back t' the stables, Since he was given t' Gaby by ye', Y' probably know the best way to heal him. Thank ye' M' lady, and if y' need help, y' know how t' get a hold of me." Eyes moving back to Atra' and her daughter, "Now, t' the Imperial Palace, We Ride!" Heels driven into the side, Chaos's hindquarters drove behind her, pushing both of them forward, most likely with Atra' following behind them, with great hast they would make due time shorter as the speed of their steeds were much faster than those of a normal horse. They would be there so soon.

"Hold on, Gabriela. Hold on." -

[The Eden Chronicles]

Irene Gabriela DuGrace
May 21, 2005, 22:08:25

(OOC-taps her fingers on the mic-...is this thing on? -taps taps taps- Testing...one, two...one, two...God...can you hear me? -clears her throat-...testing...-has a shoe thrown at her- ACK...O-o I NPC'ed Atra...well...I tried to stay as far away from actually mentioning her as possible V_V hope thats ok...and yes...we are all aware Gabriela has to grow up at some point...just don't bite her head off poor thing -pets
her gaby-)

-The part of her that fought and could still hear wanted to protest against the sounds of blood she heard, against the sound of her mother's voice. "Dear, just let me die" Had she been able to speak the words would have been followed with a little groan of frustration and now bent over her Queen's steed she felt little stings of shame caress her bringing from her pangs of feeling. Oh yes, the battle was being fought, and she knew she would not die, fear had possessed her so much was true. Never had she felt something so strong attack her from inside, part of her could not even deny the alluring nature this had brought from her. To experience first hand the wound from a sword was to fall in love with its wicked sharpness and deadly beauty?now?to be touched by poison caused her to dwell on what other horrors it could produce.

Gabriela had fought today, and she felt good for the things she had accomplished?she felt proud, and though she had worried her mother twice on this day, once almost causing the dark goddess her life, if such a thing was possible. However as the war dwindled, as the legions began the short walk home, Gabriela had stayed back, perhaps to keep a good memory of this place of her first war, she had remained behind foolishly allowing her senses to rest. Her awareness had fallen through the ground, her body was tired and her mind far more exhausted that she thought possible. And as Atra and Kalicity rode side by side with the motionless young vampire bent over the royal steed of the Queen, she found herself actually wishing she wouldn't wake up. She could almost imagine the tongue lashing she might receive for not paying more attention to what was going on. Had she been able to cringe she would have done so, and even more so the chance to escape herself. She wasn?t sure where this might go, part of her believed she was at fault?well obviously, it had been her fault, how could she possibly have missed that woman who came upon her? How? Gah, she didn't want to hear it, but something told her she would.

Unless, ah that this time to sleep so provided her with dark thoughts. She was being taken to the palace to rest, rest was good and as soon as she was well enough she would make her escape of course after thanking her queen, and well Kalicity, inside her mind she smiled, Kalicity might very well not mind if Gabriela happened to disappear as she often tended to do in the past.

Such thoughts plagued her mind for the rest of the ride to the palace. Until much to her surprise she felt the rather bothersome way her mid section continued to bounce against the hard back of this steed. Soon enough her breath was forced out of her as fast as she was pulling it in, and not quite sure if that was a good thing or not she continued to feel the swaying sensation of numbness that still controlled her limbs. With such a tiresome position the ride seemed long; it seemed to stretch out for hours to her. She was surprised when she heard the two above them speak of having reached the palace. Inside her boots, her toes wiggled a little a twitch of longing to be free of such restraints. Who would have thought she could be reduced to such?such weakness by a few minimal scratches from a blade.-

[The Eden Chronicles]

Lord Demise
May 22, 2005, 02:42:28

From darkness came life, an ebbing flow of memories, pulsing drum beats of a heart torn asunder. Flapping of little wings as fog rolled out from the entrance to Ayenee. The empire of Ayenee was once ruled by the Demise, now long forgotten the darkest of these creatures had awoken at the death of the emperor controled by Varsinax. Lord Armonte Demise from the black neither realm came the hunger of ages. He who sought to rule with his vampiric legion now sought the one whose title left her as ruler of Ayenee. He would claim from her dead grasp the title he deserved. The mindless abominations of death and decay would sworm from the black maw of the abyss. Spilling forth from Ayenee vampiric hordes some demonic, but all loyal to the one with the taint of satan within his blood. Zombies, werewolves, demons, vampires,and tormented ghost spilled forth from the nightmare home of Ravenloft. He was not here to help the armies of Ayenee for he would crush them as well should they stand between him and the crown that was rightfully his by blood rite. "Queen of Eden..." came a raspy voice not used in many centuries. From within the dark coils now emerged a figure dress in noble finery. His long boney figer extended towards the woman across the battle field. "Wicked as the dark night, to this queen her funerl rite, upon the sharpest knife, take yonder beauty's life, ring the tower bell, bring her soul to hell, blanket of darkness, bring her mind duress" he spat the words of his spell towards the queen of Eden with vile contempt for the title she wore. His army spiled forth onto the battlefield as his attention lay upon one figure and one figure only that of the queen of Eden.

[The Eden Chronicles]

Keaira
May 23, 2005, 20:04:46

Tightly she clutched the thick braid of hair, knife desperatly seeking purchase against the supple skin of Gabriela's neck. But it was like a tug of war game here, a brief one at that, and a game Keaira would have to forfeit for her own benefit. Not even the posibility of a future slave was worth sacrificing her own life for. Keaira maybe be cocky, ,incredibly egotistical, but most of the time she wasn't stupid. Certainly, there were those fits of insanity...moments where she lived in her own fantasy world...sometimes existing in the past, ,others the present,  or often times just in a place of her own delicate mind's creation. It was these moments where she slipped completely off the rocky edge, loosing her delicate footingsliding further down the cliff of dementia that she was most vulnerable, mind available and free to outside manipulation.

Her senses are still quite delicately tuned, given an extra edge from that drop of elf blood she would never admit to possessing, killing anyone who even suggested she shared her heritage with those miserable do-gooders. She knows that her teleport has been traced even before she has a chance to completely resume her human form. It all depended upon split second timing here. Even a moment of hesitation could cost her. She had no clue how deadly the weapon Kalicity swung towards her was....but even if she did, her reaction would have been the same. Fingers lighten their grip upon Gabi's hair as she is tugged away, long strands or remaining hair clinging to her clamy palm. And the blade that she had placed to Gabi's throat would draw across her neck in a swift yet none the less vicious slice, like one might use to slit a person in a killing blow. But she did not press deep enough for that. Gabi was the least of her concerns--she did not have time to even think about what she was doing. If she had, then causing damage and pain would have been high on her list on priorities. But for now, she had only opportunity to react with instinct.

As she drew the blade across Gabi's throat she would turn, painfully twisting her ankle, but not even noticed as her continued momentum swung the dagger outward to collide with Kalicity's weapon mere milimeters before it would have brutally sliced through her. Her movements were swift and fluid,  requiring scarcely a modicure of thought -- this whole action being accomplished withinin the span of a single breath. Centuries of training made this movement like second nature to her. She leans forward, ivory teeth pressed and grinding with concentration, putting her immense strength behind pushing Kalicity's weapon away from her. But she knew that in a dual, a dagger was no match for a sword, which had a further range and could be used more efficiently. With her dagger she'd be constantly on the defensive, never able to move in close enough for a strike. And even defensively, the sword would certainly be able to get in for a hit. For while a dagger might be moved swifter, a sword covered more area. No...a fencing match was not an option in this situation.

It appeared there was only one solution to this unfortunate dilemna--not one she was fond of, but the only choice left to her in such a predictament. Depending on her innate ability to line of sight teleport...gazing at a place upon the horizon and teleporting there, then as soon as she landing, picking another place and making herself rematerialize there. This was a skill she had possessed all her conscious life...while teleporting to a place unseen required her to expend some of the black magic she had been gifted with,  to bring herself to a place she saw required merely a thought, and then she was there. Her body dematerialized from in front of Kalicity only to reappear nanoseconds later within the hills she had originated from at the beginning of this ordeal. She does not move in a straight line, instead jumping herself diagnallly...first to the right...then to the left...to the left...to the right...forward...even backwards slightly, showing no pattern to her movements lest another try to trace the energy trail she left. And then, once she was certain she was far enough away,  she would teleport...teleport home to recoup her losses...to see what might be done to correct the damage that had been wrought to her beautiful face. Find another to blame for the autrocious tragedy that was this day's hunt, take out the agressions that still had her usually cold blood simmering within her veins

[Uriel]

Angel of Death
May 23, 2005, 21:49:52

Restrictions: Magick Use [due to the complex spells and wards conducted over the entirety of Eden all magickal attacks by those whom are NOT of the immediate Eden Royalty, Citizens or of the 'Priesthood' are UNABLE to successfully unleash any spell of any description on or within Eden. All members are given a level of magickal ability and cannot access magick outside of that level.] Any magickal spell conducted is simply absorbed or reflected back onto the caster threefold. This has been
disable due to the abuse and misuse of abilities that have been displayed in the present future and in the past. This is not up for discussion.

To gain magickal abilities IN Eden you have to earn them directly via IC means and proof that you know how to apply these abilities or proof that you have required the skills directly through role-play (live IC or other Forums- transcripts or proof of posts will be required.)

Upon reading the above i have been asked to overlook the entirety of this scenario. these points are raised.
1. As you may read above, no magick including teleportation in the entire realm of Eden
2. In the rules for Eden, no entry without the posting of a char sheet (and it is my belief in an IM from tempest_aria in relation to the poison attack it was stated that magick was not allowed in eden without proven IC history) hence char sheet, oh not posted....
3. the reason teleportation is not allowed in Eden except by express permission, is that it is used for cheesy escapes, which inbthis case is very much apparent.
4. The blade on Gabriella's throat would not sever the skin due to the method of how she was grabbed, which was from the back, over the arm to the shoulder blade which means Gabriella would be pulled backwards not crossways. At best strands of hair would be pulled there would be no tug of war.
5. Going by the actual physics of momentum and the actual strength that Atra has (with proven IC history that she is strong) and taking into consideration the laws of physics at best if your char continued holding onto Gabriellla's hair it would have been impaled on the armour of Atra's horse (it has massive spikes which have been mentioned in character, and Atra's horse is a demonic steed also known as a nightmare, and the speed it is capable of moving is faster then thought)
6. Since there is no character sheet, your characters abilities or skills are not legal in Eden and we do not allow twinkism.
7. It is very apparent that while your char has hold of Gabriella by the hair and with a dagger at her throat, that is the precise moment Kalicity has made her attack which means your character would have to evade her attack while still holding Gabriella's hair with dagger to her throat. Not Possible. When taking into consideration the proven live IC history of about six years, of being one of the best female melee fighters to ever have been present in ayenee history it is extremely impossible for a dagger to deflect her sword. Your character would have at least lost a limb with that action or been nearly chopped in half. Kalicity's weapon would be far stronger then your dagger and would have easily sliced through it. ( Again proven IC history whereas we have no
indication your dagger is anything more then steel)
8. Not only is the post incoherent but it did not make sense in regards to the existing roleplay that is already established, you were given four days and then tonight you asked to have your character deleted from Aoyn which not only shows poor manners from a roleplayer but also shows you have jumped into a thread trying to make a name for yourself and it has backfired. Your account will not be deleted and the original hit that kalicity placed is now a "forced hit" meaning the demise of your character. Next time think twice before jumping into a well established roleplay thread without consideration for those already role playing.
9. This decision is not negotiable nor up for discussion any further IC posts made by you within Eden, will be deleted. Your character is dead.

thank you

The Eden Mod Team

[The Eden Chronicles]

Kalicity_Saflicia
May 23, 2005, 22:07:05

(OOC -First of all, I was notified by three other people who are loyal to -me-, that they did notify you to post in an IM status, why would they lie? -chuckles- Second of all, Kalicity was using Disciplines, not magic, she stays away from magic as much as possible. . Third of all,as for me being mean? No, not cruel, not mean, what I told you was -truth-, being straight forward,  honesty, I don't BS about anything,especially when it comes to T1 Melee.. and especially when it comes to this char. You can't handle truth and honesty? Then grow the fuck up or fuck off.. Forth of all,  I never said shit about you not being able to get out of it, I only said that the attack was designed to kill and it would be very very difficult to get out of, as are most of my attacks. But whatever,you may have dodged one of my swords, but you clearly forgot about the other.Maybe if you -read- some you would better yourself in your post, and how is attacking Gaby when she is paralized..pulling yourself out of the fight? No really, how is it pulling out of a fight. Blah blah, whatever,  Have fun, I'll be sure to post the death on Ayenee boards so they know of your chars death. Er enough of the OOC..sorry guys. No more petty OOC, promise-slips IC-)

-As quickly as everything had happened, by the time this move had been made by Keaira, such of which Gabriela had already been saved by the hand of her mother, eyes burned, they lashed as the one sword, /Deathstrike/ was somehow deflected but with the driven point and momentum of what was behind the sword, the dagger in itself would have been sliced open by the serraded teeth, and caused the body of the sword to lodge at a higher, upper angle, which would have driven directly into the sternum and chest plate, collapsing the ribs instantly, As well,  /A Venom's Kiss/ would have equally made the partner and sliced through the facade of the neck, a head become dislodged from the basis of her body, the spinal cord unleashed and oozing of liquid crimson. A body had fallen as the blade that was suppose to be held into the body of /DeathStrike/ no longer had any strength behind it and collapsed to the ground.

Kalicity's body had slowly rose, those eyes burning as both feet soon stood under her, peering about, Naturally, she grinned, sheathing A Venom's Kiss,as well as DeathStrike after she ripped it from the chest of the body, the body falling into her own pool of blood, gazing up, grinning softly, looking to something that would catch her eye.  Then her hand rose, holding out her right hand, gauntlets glittered, the steel like talons extending a good six inches, clinking together by the chain linked perplexion, opening it up, closing her eyes, feeling the presence of this female. "Yer Mine, bitch." The drawing of the astral plane, slithering to the side, as the power, the force of adrenaline and the knawing of temptation as the spirit was slowly sucked like a whirlwind, binding together as she swiftly diagnosed the soul, letting her hands capture it to the middle of her palm, as those lithe fingers were drawn in, closing it on the inside, the light glowing, lips curling, pursing together as the force of her tongue drew out and licked far passed those crimson lips. Then as the nape of her hand closed together, suddenly the light was faded and the black amulet hanging around her neck, which was relatively hidden behind her halter top, one could see the glow as the soul was captured inside of the ebony walls. It would struggle, would scream with all the others that have been captured by the Imperial Commander. Eyes slowly opened, those eyes a pitch black pool of nothingness seemlingly echoed through the bindings of a tortured cell, but all the while the torture would bind her to the sick happiness she claimed as her life.

She snarled softly, fangs fully extended. Keaira wanted to make Gabriela her slave, /and failed. /Now it will be her turn to see what it is like to be a slave,to be called on when wanted for whatever reason, to give her a body that she never would want, to become a blooddoll, to live an endless life of torment,  a slave to the will of the Dark Goddess, the one that would be named Kalicity, the one that was her own in the ways of many, a Chylde to the Darkbane, An adopted Orphan by her known Queen Atra' Lamia, and those eyes shifted as she looked towards her Queen, head bowing,ebon strands falling over her face,  eyes shifting to her sister, now Alustria, also known as Nakitta, thus too bowing her head, then looking upon her Daughter, a snarl softly, she slowly rose as she shifted her body, her Stallion coming to her and she stroked the thick powerful neck. Hooves softly pounding at the ground, as he danced, a boot placed in the irons, mounting her steed, the Equine's hindquarters collecting underneath him, waiting to ride off back to the palace, a glance towards the body of Keaira, within the moment or two it would have taken to burn, the wisdom and deadliness of her swords would have already worked through the flesh, and the body itself was starting to demolish,, there would be nothing left, the poison would eat away the bones, and leave it in nothing but ashes.

She then turned to Nakitta, "A pleasure, once again t' have y' by my side, M' sister. I thank ye' much fer coming t' the aide of those whom would do the same for ye'." Peering up to her daughter's steed, "Also, My dear,  please heal Brat and bring him back t' the stables t' rest. Since he was given t' the Captain from ye',  Y' probably know what's best fer him. I thank ye' again, and if y' need anything at all, y' know how t'get ahold O' me."  Bowing her head, Turning  Chaos Around to face towards the castle, in the direction, eyes starting to soften a bit. "M' Lady, W' must hurry and get Gabriela t' saftey and heal her, I know she isn't goin' t' die, but she needs rest. I also sense danger lurking near bye, I fear it may be focused on you, M' Queen. We must get y' behind the Castle walls immediately." "Pausing a moment, "To the Imperial Palace We Ride!" And in that moment, Chaos would suddenly drive them forward, As well as Atra and her steed coming up behind them. Naturally, Kalicity would lead, but instead Kalicity would stay behind Atra' and her steed, for the well being of both Atra and Gaby, incase an attack would be made from behind, Kalicity would be there to intervene.-

[The End of All Light.]

Queen of Eden - Sorceress of Aoyn
May 23, 2005 at 18:01:22

Loving grasp had swept Gabriela from the clutches of some foul inconsequential whelp trying to dance with the quintessential essence that was far more profound and adept than what she would ever ascertain and now death breathed upon her neck in the form of a dark angel; the beloved Imperial Commander of Eden- KaliCity Saflicia. What better hands to serve the death of this creature at the perils of her skilful blade, a blade that would not be thwarted by a mere pitiful dagger; sadly the cretins death would be swift, alas Atra would rather have savoured a slow sufferable death to the whore who deemed herself to lay hand upon Gabriela and raise weapon to her daughter KaliCity- to watch this creature writhe in the eternal pits of pandemonium would be a far greater accolade and amusement; entertaining to in time of drabness; for shits and giggles no less. The dagger which had previously been at Gabriela's throat would miss its target, but hardly nothing less could have been expected in the neophyte hands of a lesser demon, or some being of serpentine natures, insignificant and valueless. Gabriela was now the immediate concern for Atra as she was dragged over the ebony steed whose armour dripped with the blood of foes.

The poison had seemed to work quick, though as loving hands were placed upon Gabriela a sense of healing would occur- an extraction of those toxins made from a selection of herbs, venoms and oils blended to paralyse. Obviously this fool did not have much knowledge in the forms of vampires or those whose blood dissipated as quickly as it have been obtained; filtering those toxins and simply blending them as harmless in Gabriela?s own blood. Vitae that could easily create it's own antidote simply by means of anti-toxin/anti-venom natural methods of adapting to that poison making her immune. How crafty are the knowing, and it would be another lesson Gabriela had acquired, herself becoming more adept with knowledge, learning from every experience given and forced. This lesson she would recover from in no time, a lesson learned well.

Atra's hands grasped those reigns tighter as with a single quick flick, the steed would be ushered away to Eden; not stopping to greet or bid adieu to the Lord Demise whose ineffective spell would barely harm a hair on her body let alone acquire her soul or vitae- or bid her respect to even acknowledge obviously such a meaningless persona such as he. Again, yet another cretin dancing on a battlefield already won, failing to comprehend the previous weavings to dispel magicks and other means of supernatural essence especially infernal to harm the daughter of Lucifer and Lilith; no demon in their right mind would obey such a command against their emperor and maker. The werewolves would simply make for interesting wall-hangings or tapestries to remember such a futile attack on one who could render them asunder in as little as a blink. The vampires in his possession would be looked upon as no less than pest scuttling out from underneath rocks like rodents- they were nothing and therefore are nothing in this realm. Their bodies would dissipate into nothing but burning ebony embers on the cold wintry winds- scant ashen butterflies fluttering about their master in bitter irony of his very words; meaningless and harmless thunderbolts.

She would grant him one acknowledgement; vocal accentuations would arise over those dark vermillion lips in a voice that would shake the dark firmaments of the midnight-tide, a long slender digit extending outwardly to point against his own physical hex that would do nothing but fizzle and fade; dark-liquored eyes narrowing like satanic lances in effluence of discord and malevolence.

*"I shall grant you your five minutes of fame in which to wallow in your own blood?But, I shall be tending to my family before I wish to grace you with my attentions?.then?I am coming for you!"*

[The Eden Chronicles]

Irene Gabriela DuGrace
May 24, 2005 at 18:31:12

-A touch was felt, cool and comforting, one she had never felt before. Thoughts of her mother saving her had come to her, but this was not her mothers touch, it was that radiant creatures, the one whom she had fallen so desperately in love with. A shudder would trace its way down her back, moving every disk and brining life back into this tired and motionless figure. Could love cause such a healing? Of course not, and a good part of her told her so. It was the same fighting she felt inside of her from the moment the dagger had cut into the flesh of her arm, then her side, and finally her leg, the cuts that up till now continued to bleed downwards towards the ground leaving behind a trail of red-black blood. Perhaps it had been that she had convinced herself that there was no possible way to save herself from such a wound, from such poison, maybe that had been the reason that up to this point she wept inside with fear of never again being able to move, to walk through the garden, the glorious garden.

But it was her who now raised breath into her lungs like never before, it was the touch of the Savage queen that caused her eyes to finally blink allowing finally the crimson tears to fall free and paint her porcelain cheeks with their dark color. The gold shone through finally as she stared at the ground now with more focus, as she was able to concentrate on the angry hooves that were throwing up pieces of blood clotted dirt. Her hands lay farther down, dangling over the side of the horse with her body, body bent over the mount held in place by the loving touch of her Queen, so unworthy of such a thing. Lips parted softly now, the motion sending pluses of pure pleasure through her. An odd satisfaction that she had lived washed her. Inside her boots her toes curled tightly sending treads of pain up the muscles of legs ending all the way between her thighs at the groin muscles. The small of her back ached with the continuing motion of being bounced on the back of the beast that carried her, but all of these sensations were welcomed with open hands, embraced with a vigor and desire to live.

She was young, death to her was something dark and misunderstood, it was the end and no beginning, a place she dared not tread to. Her torture of humans in her eyes was no torture at all, it was the desire to watch, the way the eyes grew wide in the moment of death, the way that last breath shuddered through the whole body causing it to finally give in and stop fighting. And so far it was a lovely thing to watch, one from which she learned a great deal, but to be placed in that position, to be so completely out of control of her body. The drops of blood that left her seemed to echo the poison that had been inside her the battle now done, won in a molecular level.

A small groan would pass her lips causing her whole body to shift slightly where she lay. Her fingers would twitch and curl to form small weak fists, she was alive and that really was the only thing she could concentrate on. Shame would come later, and an explanation given, though she doubted such was deserved, quite simply, she had been foolish, thinking the war over she had allowed her guard down and had almost paid with her life. Her eyes would close tightly brows furrowing forward as a wince would pass her, everything hurt, felt old and useless as she took in a few quick breaths. Slowly her head would lift, sending a dizziness through her that almost made her fall forward against the horse again. Shaky hands pressed forward slightly enough to keep herself in that position watching up for just a moment before weariness took its toll and again she found it far more comfortable to just lay against the steed and let it continue its run. But before giving in completely to the wave of sleep that swept her in such a delicious way she had to ask, "Is Kalicity ok?" Her head would tilt slightly, another sweep of dizziness running through her entire body making her head sway slightly, "I am sorry". It seemed the hardest part was over, her head fell back down cheek pressed against the armor of the horse.-

[The Eden Chronicles]

[mod:caa63a6719]Thus ends the Chronicle of the Eden War... The only posts left out were of a purely OOC nature with no overall bearing on the story, however all transcripts exist in their completeness... The thread is now locked[/mod:caa63a6719]