Lothani
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Nov 13, 2005 2:19:12 GMT
Post by Lothani on Nov 13, 2005 2:19:12 GMT
Come little children, Let me take you away. Far from the lands of disaster. A voice like no other sung gently, wherever the wind would carry the tempting words. Resounding throughout the thickness of the dead and dying trees, it became stronger. Though weak to the ears of the students within the walls of the school, it called for them, urged them to leave the safety of their little beds. And come they did. Two boys followed one after the other, neither looking away from the direction of the unforgiving Forbidden Forest. Over and over the verse swayed, twisting and contorting all too easily within the threshold of their delicate ears to become eagerly louder. The slightest twitch from the rosette black tail announced her façade, though any human was completely blind to it. The fur of that black tail brushed silkily against the strangest of materials; latex. Various colours of black, maroon and red of the body plastic cloaked her arms, chest, thighs and waist, whilst her cropped light brown tresses hung half way down her brown neck. Latin American, one would have thought. Strong nailed hands lifted as she sung eerily now to arrange her black chauffer’s hat atop her unfastidious hair. What a wondrous night. The two boys were drawing closer to the threshold of the forest, and her calls grew louder within their ears, enticing them to follow their curiosity in such a trance. From being crouched on the ground, Lothani's legs clenched to lift herself fully upright. Though she wasn't short, the demoness wasn’t tall either. But with the boots she was wearing, she easily reached just over six feet in height. Despite the half-centimetre width of the heel of her shoes, her body stayed atop the floor. Having a different way of holding oneself, though not obviously, helped anything easily stay atop the sinking matter. They would arrive in her patch of the forest soon, the thicket of the area, and most merciless. Deeper and deeper the voice went, calling still for the students to greet her. A night of fun, this would be. With each step that she so strangely took without breaking her ankles from the heels, the most unlikely of sounds came. None would expect to hear plastic rubbing against plastic within the depths of a wild wood, but that was the echo that came from her leg movements. "Come to me," Lothani whispered as the boys drew only metres away. One after the other they broke through the surrounding trees, stepping over fallen logs heavily. The first was a blond boy, tall in stature, maybe seventeen years old. The second was brunette, slightly shorter than the first. The first, a Slytherin, the second, a Ravenclaw. Her arms swept out to meet them in a lovingly fake embrace, her hands meeting the back of their heads to press them into her shoulders. "Hello, my children. You're safe now." Lothani cooed gently, each whisp of her voice enthralling them even more than before.
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Anactoria
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Nov 13, 2005 2:42:03 GMT
Post by Anactoria on Nov 13, 2005 2:42:03 GMT
"How... enchanting."
A voice echoed out of the darkness, followed by the appearence of a pair of glittering brown eyes. The nymph usually wasn't up at this hour of the night, but yet again it was rare that she recieved the honor of being sung to sleep. It appeared that this sleep would be rather final for the two boys this demoness had seduced, yet Anactoria hardly cared about them. The school could always find more students, after all. And her current mood was more placid and nonchalant at the moment- why ruin an otherwise beautiful night? She didn't like young boys to begin with- too meaty, not enoug flavor. The taste of humans was just generally rather disgusting to her, though she wouldn't disturb the catwoman if she decided to eat her fill.
As for the nypmh, she hung by merely a finger from one of the branches that she frequented, her strength enough to hold up her entire body upon a single finger. Her pinky, as a matter of fact. It was boredom that drove her to show off in such a way, mostly, and part of it was also because she was alone. Being alone meant that there was nobody that she had to report to; hence she was not driven to control or feel ashamed of her actions. This was probably a bad thing, given her negitive disposition on occasion.
Yawning, she dropped down from the trees and landed into a small pile of dead leaves that muffled the sound. All around her the forest was deathly quiet... spare the sound of the woman crooning to her "children". But who was she to comment upon that odd behavior? Nobody. Nothing more than a passing nypmh, one of the last of a dying breed. A lovely specimen, that was for sure, but one that would soon fade into memory... leaving behind not a single child of her own. Spare one.... long dead and gone. But children were not on the forefront of her mind this night.
"Beautiful night for a little walk in the woods, hmm?" She said, brushing a few leaves off of her green corsetted dress. "A beatiful night for a snack too, I suppose. Don't bother offering me any, I'd rather not. I heard that the flesh of young boys wreaks absolute havoc on your digestive system, Lothani."
She chuckled a bit and then flashed the woman a smile; her entire manner displayed that she was only kidding. It would be pointless and stupid of her to be disrespectful towards her fellow forest inhabitants, considering that she didn't plan on moving any time soon...
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Lothani
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Nov 13, 2005 3:02:40 GMT
Post by Lothani on Nov 13, 2005 3:02:40 GMT
Porcelain, that's what their faces appeared to be. Flawless, really. Almost a shame to kill such pretty little males. But no matter what they looked like, it wouldn't cease their signed death certificate. Rancorous thoughts held for humankind wasn't a good card to play for their part, when their lives depended on it. The hand that held the brunette's head down spun around his neck, wedging between his chin and the crook of her neck. The sharp nail on her index finger pointed upward, cutting him only shallowly. But this cut was enough to make him dead in two days.
Though he showed no sign of resentment or pain from the poison that leaked into his system from that little wound, his deep eyes were locked with Lothani's, a bemused look hinted toward her. Amber orbs smiled as death begun to wreak havoc on his mortal body. Only a few minutes had passed and already he was grotesquely pale, but those eyes didn't falter. An arm of his snaked around the small of her back, causing friction between his skin and her attire. After all this time, not once had she looked from the two boys to Ana. "Oh, but are you sure you don't wish to have a toy for your own?" She asked in a playful manner.
"As you can see, I already have enough to spare." As she spoke her melodious words, the blond boy lifted his head from the left crook of her neck (as she removed her hand) to turn and face Anactoria. A spell had easily been cast over the two boy's eyes, and though one fate of theirs was set in stone, the other's was not. And should Lothani's favourite Nymph decide to take up her offer, the blond boy's sentence would be in her hands.
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Anactoria
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Nov 13, 2005 3:16:15 GMT
Post by Anactoria on Nov 13, 2005 3:16:15 GMT
She raised just a single eyebrow- temptation. It had been so long since she had held a child in her arms... and the blond boy was so pretty. She'd never though of them as more than food for Lothani, but entertainment? That was something new to her, but not in an entirely bad way. The boy was beautiful and perfect in every single aspect. And, in a sudden pang of a change of heart, she decided that yes... she did want him. There was nothing she would regret, after all. And maybe, after she was done with him, she'd kill him. Or maybe she'd just let him back in the school, live to tell the tale of the beautiful nymph who'd held him like his mother used to. Now... that would be something of legends, considering that not many people even knew that nypmhs dared to reside within the confines of these woods.
"I'll just have to take you up on that offer..." She replied, a glint of pleasure and thought in her usually soft brown eyes. "I'm afraid I've got a weak spot for blonds.."
Smiling in an almost motherly way, she advanced on the boy and extended but a single finger to touch him on the cheek. She could feel the blood flowing beneath his skin as his mortal lifespan slowly ticked away, unlike her own, slow beat. In a way, these mortals really could be quite lovely. And the way his eyes were trained upon her... it was impossibly irrestistable.
"Just say the word." She said, her words barely more than a breath. "Say it, whatever it takes.." Her finger slowly dared to stroke along his cheek, smiling as he didn't even quiver from her cold touch. This was going to be something she might actually enjoy; the first time in a long time...
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Lothani
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Nov 13, 2005 3:37:45 GMT
Post by Lothani on Nov 13, 2005 3:37:45 GMT
And in two days, Lothani would have to sing out for another pet. T'was a shame to let this boy go, but he wasn't what she was looking for, this brunette. Though beautiful he was, it wasn't something she had in mind. And so, the boy's lifeless body would be amonxed the rest of the dead students who had so curiously - and stupidly - stumbled past the entrance of the forest. But she could have her fun, in those two suns and moons. His grip tightened around the small of Lothani's trim waist, and the arm that he was beside slithered to grace his cheek, just as Ana had done.
The proposal of anything the Demoness desired. It was nothing to her, really. Though it could be useful for another time, at the present moment it was not. The brunette boy's eyes stayed resting on her's, watching her every movement and flicker, though ignoring her tail. The attention was enticing, indeed, but it wasn't something she hadn't felt before. Emotions weren't her strongest of points. "Ana, I need nothing from you," she began, noting the appetent visage the loving nymph held, "he is yours. A mere present."
Once she had finished, the blond boy, scarcely taller than the Nymph, lifted his arms to let them touch her, as if wanting to stay perpetually with her, then embraced her, wrapping his arms around her lithe form like ribbon. "Though if you really think it necessary, hold your repayment until the dire day of my need." It was said like a whisper, because her eyes were back facing her own boy's, locked into his soul that was to depart from his world soon. To Lothani, he was a toy for her fun, and perhaps something a little more. To Anactoria, Lothani wasn't too sure.
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Anactoria
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Nov 13, 2005 3:47:05 GMT
Post by Anactoria on Nov 13, 2005 3:47:05 GMT
Usually, she wouldn't agree to such a contract. For all she knew, the demoness may require her to kill someone, or to do some equally nasty and annoying task. And she would be unable to refuse, seeing as she gave her word. Her word was probably the only thing that she truely lived by these days and the only part of her that was truly as good as gold. A promise from a nymph was not something easily undone, though Anactoria was sure that her particular finesse would be good in a pinch. But what could Lothani possibly want with her? It didn't seem like the demoness got into a particularly large amount of trouble, at least from what she had seen.
"I'd be delighted to help you out; depending upon what the cause is." She whispered in reply, running her slender fingers through the boy's long, blond hair. "But for now, I care not. You have something that I desire, and apparently I have something that you want, though I don't know what it is. And I don't care... you've got my promise."
His arms around her felt amazing, like nothing she'd experienced in recent memory. For once, it was not the arms of a man who was dying or trying to kill her; for the embrace was out of love. It was seduced love... but still, it was love. Passionatly, she draped her arms around him in return, feeling his muscles ripple underneath her fingers. Closing her eyes for only a moment, she reopened them to discover the boy still upon her, his blue eyes still on her. Ecstasy, and now the fun would truely begin.
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Nov 13, 2005 4:11:02 GMT
Post by Lothani on Nov 13, 2005 4:11:02 GMT
Whether the Nymph had promised or not, it wouldn't have mattered. Lothani didn't wish to bring the Nymph into something that would take up too much of her time, and so if she backed out on that promise, the Demoness didn't care. At least she could give the darling creature something that made her happy. And though her emotions weren't all that strong within her black soul, if she had one at all, she rested just that little bit happier to see Anactoria diving into euphoria. The expression she held was like she could not believe the boy was tangible at all. Beautiful, all three of them were.
Eyes struck together, and if there could have been a sound from the effect, it would have been the washing of waves over the pale beaches of the north. Because, strong as Lothani's and the brunette boy's bond was, it was also calm, so very calm indeed. The other arm of his slinked around behind the Demoness, just as the first arm had, and silently he held her there. He was special, this boy. If the next two were not of her fancy at all, they would receive instantaneous death, thus why the boy had two days with her. She could feel her poison coursing through his body, throbbing throughout his blood and heart.
As if on an errant, Lothani's left hand walked its way from the boy's arm around her to the tip of his shoulder, followed by a gentle sensation of that hand walking behind his neck to the other shoulder. There, it rested, happy on that perch it had found. And the other hand of hers slipped almost cat-like from her side to the boy's neck, gracing the tips of her fingers so that they were at the back whilst her palm lay on the side, cupping the fragile flesh over his vessel. Dare break it? She would not. No more harm would come to this special human other than that she had already inflicted. Ever so slowly her forehead tilted to rest against his, whilst he rearranged his feet to be either side of hers; on the left side of her left foot and on the right side of her right.
Special indeed.
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Fenris Fenrir
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Nov 13, 2005 16:01:13 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Nov 13, 2005 16:01:13 GMT
ooc: Having fun ladies? bic: The shortest way to reach the Graveyard on the route that the lycan had taken was through the Forbidden Forest. Nothing at this hour unnerved him in the slightest, for he had grown accustomed to wild and vast life that dwelt within. Though it was not a pleasure trip that he was taking to the Graveyard; he had a burden that needed bearing with the swiftest speed possible. Yet what he carried was something that he cherished and he would let nothing take that away from him; for none would lay a violent hand upon the newly-turned daughter of Fenris Fenrir and those that did; it spelled their demise. As he hurried about his way, twigs and lower branches jabbed into his overcoat and uniform underneath while snapping into pieces as he pushed onward. The sooner had delivered Miss Hayzie Roberts, now his daughter, to the Graveyard; the safer she would be and the sooner Fenris could retire into the Forbidden Forest and feast, for he had long started to crave for sustenance ever since he had seen the boy that tried to save Miss Roberts bled beneath him. Oh, how he so desire it; had he not a task at hand he would have run down any form of prey in his human form and destroy it with his bare hands if he caught it. But that feast would have to wait, for he heard noise coming just off of the path that he was following and if there was noise; there could be a possible threat. As slowly and silently as the 6'6" man could, he walked toward the clearing were the noise emitted and when he lay his fiery, black eyes on the scene; he was disgusted. Here were two beings of the Forbidden Forest, beautiful and majestic as all beings that dwelt there were, but for all those qualities; their actions were simply atrocious. He recognized both by sight since they had met at different times before, yet he did not know them by name; only by race. The Nymph; he expected more from her. He had seen her attack the humans once before and there she showed no love for their race, but now there she stood with a blond boy in her arms as if they were lovers for eternity. And the demoness; he didn't see enough of her to know how she reacted to humans, but to see these two females seducing males of an inferior breed; it was something that he could never accept nor tolerate. Setting Hayzie down against a tree, Fenris then straightened out his overcoat and strode leisurely to the edge of the clearing; where the light of the stars shone the least. "Well", came the harsh bark of Fenrir's voice, "This is not the kind of gathering one would expect to see every day. Two beings of the wood with two mortals from the school and those from the school do not lay in pools of their own blood? It is a shame; can you not find others of your own kind to perform such seductive acts upon? Must you soil this Forest with such unclean and atrocious actions as those that you're now committing?" Stepping a bit more into the light of the stars, Fenris Fenrir's tone grew harsher with every syllable as he spoke, "Or do you seek to intermingle with these boys of lesser blood than yours? Do you wish to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh with such vermin and what then? Would you give rise to offspring, hideous to look upon and vile in their minds, and let them pollute this Forest with their mere presence! Is this what the beings of this wondrous wood have fallen to; incestuous fiends that need the physical pleasures of the flesh to make themselves feel better!" Fenrir bellowed out that last sentence and the barely concealed contempt in his voice and the wrath in his words and body language spelled out his temperament. "If you so intend to continue these actions; then seduce these boys in their boys while they lie asleep with their companions; let them dream their dreams as you commit vile acts of pleasure upon them. But you will not commit those acts here; YOU WILL NOT SOIL THIS FOREST, OUR FOREST, WITH THE SWEAT AND STENCH OF DISTORTED PLEASURE AND LECHEROUS JOY!", roared Fenris in his rage. His chest heaved up and down from exhaustion at his outburst though already he was on the verge of changing forms and consuming those boys for staining the Forest with their presence. Either those females would take the boys somewhere else, or the boys would go somewhere else; into Fenrir's digestive tract to rot and slowly be consumed. They would not dishonor this Forest with unholy and atrocious acts of pleasure, and if so; then the boys' lives would be forfeit to the madness; madness unquenchable. ooc: If you want me out of here, just say the word and I will be gone by my next post.
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Lothani
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Nov 13, 2005 22:16:02 GMT
Post by Lothani on Nov 13, 2005 22:16:02 GMT
Darkness be willing to take over my soul... Oh, it was too beautiful. And what a scene for it too. But the mould was broken, and intrusion of sorts, one could say. Ignored him, yes, some of the time. She heard him, plainly, but didn't fully listen. Just as soon as he had finished the last word of his last sentence, Lothani calmly said as if her words were running into his, "It is no business of yours to ask nor assume our reasons for such will. For all you know, we could be performing a ritual to sacrifice these boys to your beloved Azrael." It would have been a sore spot to touch, mentioning his leader and master, but it was plausible. Yes, she knew of what their plans were, and how they were to go about it. But she was not going to use it against the majestic and merciless Lycan. A whisper in the boy's mind helped him to let her go. Each step the Demoness took was one that stood over the ground, her black silk tail twitching behind her with the slightest of annoyance. "Or did you come to receive what this boy has, the venom?" Lothani asked, her amber pools flashing wildly. "To die slowly and painfully from a rotting lacerated body." Standing but a few feet from the Lycan, slightly shorter in height, she tut-tutted him with a wavering index finger. Should he launch into an attack, Lothani would be there to meet him. Cat versus Dog, for she was the same size as he was in his truest of true forms. And she had the upper paw; poison leaking from her claws, venom from her canines. This Lycan, no matter how brutal or vicious he was, would not harm the boy. She promised him such a thing, and a demon's promise was impossible to break. "Ask yourself this, dear Lycan; Is it what you want, to follow orders from a human? The very same species as this boy here that you so strongly reprimand," As she referred to the brunette boy, her middle finger of the left hand lifted, which in turn pulled the said boy in front of her. Politely, if possible, she jabbed her nails into the boy's sides, adding more deadly toxins into his system, and lifted him up close so that the Lycan and the boy were almost nose-to-nose. "He is not terribly different than your master, dear Lycan." Lothani spoke. With each word she uttered, a cat-like essence withheld the true nature of the Demoness.
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Nov 15, 2005 2:10:25 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Nov 15, 2005 2:10:25 GMT
The demoness had touched a nerve and that could result in either one of two things when it came to Fenrir. Either her head would soon be rolling in the direction of the nymph if he got the jump on the demoness or it would mentally enrage him. It was the latter of the two that affected Fenris. The fact that his master was a human was one thing, but he was no ordinary human; that boy that was dangled in front of him had nothing more in common with his master than a rabbit does to a hare. The rabbit is dull, fat, and powerless in a fight, but the hare is lively, fit and retailates when threated.
His master may not be a great fighter, but he had more weapons than both Fenris and this demoness combined; yet he had not revealed them to any save himself. And serving humans, as disgusting as the thought might be, was something that Fenris was bound to form the time being. He gave his word that he would help Angelus Morti in his conquest, and Fenris Fenrir was not one to go back on his word in any circumstance; unless the other side broke their word first. The cat-demoness had no idea what she had awoken in him. Fiery passion, blistering hate, burning fervor, and inexhaustable wrath.
"You think that I serve Angelus Morti? I serve him only because of the benefits that I and this Forest will gain once we win, and because I gave him my word. And I, unlike some that populate this Earth, kept to my word at all times. I said that I would help him in this conquest and for my services; I am to be rewarded.", said Fenris; trying to control his voice with little success, "And you to provoke me for saying that little thing that you hold before me is equal to Angelus Morti; you lie. They are both humans and they both feel emotion, but my master is different. He can weld powers of which this school has yet to see and he has lost his emotions save one. Hatred; hatred to the school and it's inhabitents."
"I am merely in is conquest for the Forest Pack to control the Forbidden Forest and to quench my hunger for human flesh. My reasons beyond that are my own and it would serve you well not to probe any deeper in your questions Demoness. In a fight against you, I might lose; but I would take you with me even if it cost me everything." How Fenris wanted to spit in the boy's face, but that would only provoke the Demoness and he still had an errand to attend to. He would have to be quick in teaching this demoness a lesson, for once day came; the graveyard wasn't as safe from prying eyes as it was at night.
"But if you want to keep your little toy", said Fenrir; his voice growing as silent as the grave in menace, "Then you shall keep this as well." Shoving the boy aside, Fenris roughly grabbed the face of the demoness with his hands and viciously kissed her; almost as if he were trying to devour her to no avail. But as soon as his lips touched her's, he broke off and stood glowering at the Demoness. "Let that serve as a lesson to you Demoness; no human can ever give you that no matter what spell you put on them. Do what you will with these humans, but if you have ill-minded pleasures in store for them; then do it not in my presence. And perhaps after you are done with your toys, you can find one of your own kind to do this to; for I have no intention of repeating what I have just done. Nymph. Demoness; try not to keep me up when I return for I will be most displeased if passionate cries disturb my slumber."
With that said and done, Fenris Fenrir turned on his heel and turned his back on the demoness and nymph and started walking over to where his daughter lay in slumber.
'Honestly, when would women learn to control their urges?'
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Anactoria
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Nov 15, 2005 3:13:55 GMT
Post by Anactoria on Nov 15, 2005 3:13:55 GMT
Delayed till she had ceased to know -- Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay -- An hour behind the fleeting breath -- Later by just an hour than Death -- Oh lagging Yesterday! -Emily Dickinson [/i][/b] She smiled in an almost shy manner as the blond boy was, in a sense, released to her, and then proceeded to embrace her even more. Was it possible to feel such bliss coming from a creature that was, after all, only human? Some might say so. After all, what did it matter? His fate was still in her hands. And no matter how passionate of a lover he turned out to be, he would still be disposed of in the very end. Whether it be by death or a quick memory wipe, he would not remember this night. However, she doubted that he would want to... for, after all, she could be just as poisonous as Lothani blatantly was. At first, she didn't even notice the tall man that had entered the clearing. The blond boy had begun to trace kisses up and down her cheeks, slowly and as though acting with a great deal of thought. The pair had gravitated down to the forest floor and the nymph had let her long, black hair loose. She was enjoying it so much that her guard was let down substantially, though the moment the lycan began to speak it rose back up considerably. How could she have been so stupid as to not even notice that he was standing there? And carrying an unconcious student on his back as well.... my, there was certainly an interesting story behind that one. "Others of my kind?" She whispered in reply, temporarily breaking off contact with the boy and begining to stand up. "Do you see others of my kind? Look around you! For I am alone; you will see nothing different. I am alone. I can accept that." She quickly rose from a kneeling position to her full height, a mere six feet compared to the giant-like lycan. While he dwarfed her by a good six inches, that hardly mattered. Her brown eyes continued to burn with a kind of fire inside of her; she loathed being scorned by someone she had previously viewed as an equal. Watching closely as Lothani added in her own words, she nodded- the lycan was enslaved to a human, so how could he dare to be so condecending? "And..." She continued, a smirk upon her lips. "Since when did you own this forest and this land? It is free for all the creatures. You are not my master. I can do whatever pleases me within my own home. If anything, I shall cry out with passion all the louder if I ever know that you are nearby." And, with that, she returned to her blond lover upon the forest floor. She did not care what Fenris thought, nor did she care what he did. Her loyalties were not given freely to anyone like he had given his to Angelous Morti, so she was allowed to do as she pleased. And, doing just that, she returned the blond boy's kiss with an unrivaled, fiery passion in her heart.
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Nov 18, 2005 6:04:30 GMT
Post by Sam Nanten on Nov 18, 2005 6:04:30 GMT
(OOC) Hey. I'm kinda bored, but the concept of this thread gave me a spark of creativity, so I hope you don't mind the company. If my presence is unwelcome, this post shall vanish. I just.....really need an outlet right now, even if it's just brief.
(BIC) "Why does everything seem so hazy?"
Are humans really such disinteresting creatures? Is it so easy to take them for granted? A simple embrace can carry ever so much more meaning and significance than any other creature. The human body holds millions of electrical sensors, each of which can excite so many corresponding sensors in other bodies. Sometimes it doesn't even require direct touch for such a feat to occure. Yes, in a word, humans are quite magical.
Enter Sam Nanten, standing in the halls of a rapidly deteriorating castle, a dirty-blonde nest of hair shrouding his features as he squinted hard through his glasses at his surroundings. He was honestly unable to tell if everything around him was falling appart, or if something was just wrong with him. Almost as if hopelessly watching a fever dream run its course.
What was even stranger was the fact that the boy had thought that he was taking an evening stroll not moments before, up at the lake, for a chance to clear his thoughts. Afterall, this particular boy was no student of the magic acadamy of MH. His magic sense was so loosely refined in fact, it was a wonder that he could even interact with such people, or creatures. That's not to say, he never visited the school. His ocassional and illuminating trips to the school's library proved to at least give his formless magic sense something of a backbone; otherwise, he would know nothing about these people. Most of the time, however, his prefered visits were made without a visitor's permit. And well past school hours, at that.
This thief held no business at the school at this moment, however. He had lost an unnerving amount of time, as he was strolling the school halls filled with the quiet clammor of the morning classes. What had happened to make him cover such a distance, without even realizing it?
What further puzzled him was the passing draft. Why was it so....chilly in there? A shiver ran through his arms as he gripped himself, trying to struggle with each wall-like riddle that hit him, one after another. His chocolate irises darted lazily about, trying to find some clue as to the significance of his presence there, if any at all. The more he panicked, the slower things ran.
Trapped in his melodic and dream-like microcosm, the boy was still feign to realize his predicament. He was right, the last time he processed a conscious thought, he was at the lake, melding over the vexingly familiar events that occured in Hogsmeade. No longer his place of residence, Sam decided to take one more stroll at the refreshing blue body before he departed from this place. However, a siren-like voice entrapped him in an unbreakable trance; the next time he opened his eyes, he was 'here'. His coat caught in haggard branches, he was barely even moving along with scratches forming along his throat and ears. Nonetheless, he subconsciously advanced upon the source of the haunting song. But to what end, not even Sam could know.
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Nov 20, 2005 2:08:52 GMT
Post by Lothani on Nov 20, 2005 2:08:52 GMT
Oh, but how wrong the Lycan was, about almost everything he had said so daringly to Lothani. Like water over a duck's back his words slid, not taking in anything that was meant to offend. "To serve is to so obediently," making reference to the domesticated dog that had been taken over, "follow a master's commands, even if it were to take your own life." Vicious? No. Not her words. No warning sounds uttered as she held the boy, still up to the Lycan. He was a dangerous creature, just as she was, and she knew perfectly well that he was just as wild, if not more. "But a wild creature never was, is, or has been supposed to serve the human kind. Not even for their own benefit."
Ana spoke now, and holding a completely true point or two, Lothani smiled and nodded just once. The Nymph was the most beautiful the demoness had seen in a very long time, and would remain so. She could not think of another such a time would be spent with, and considering Lothani was a nomad to the core, there was no other either way.
Care. No, she didn't care if any of her words touched a nerve, because he was another creature of the forest, another that deserved just as much respect as she did. But should he not show it, he would pay, just as much as the brunette had done. "Your master, your human master, is just as much human as this boy is. And no matter how many powers he contains, he is just as mortal, weak, selfish and oblivious as any other human." He was indeed no different at all. But then he had spoken of ill-pleasures and such, and that had torn the fine string of respect she held for him. However, she took her time to react, as he had launched himself into a fierce kissing frenzy, comparable to a dog licking one's face.
A resounding crack broke as her palm struck the side of his face, narrowly also hitting the corner of his ear, letting the skin break just a little from the strike. The boy dropped to his feet from her grasp. "You are one of us, better than the humans, alpha to their species, dominant over their race. But don’t you dare employ your morals to others unless you yearn for repercussions." It was a warning, this time, but held no difference in tone other than the enhanced word. Should he cross over that barrier she had set up, the Lycan would have all hell let loose over him, for he was a natural, earthly being. She was not.
But then, the snapping of twigs and crushing of leaves dragged her attention from the Lycan to a particular opening in the area the six were in. It was human, his scent was strong, and breathing a little heavy, enrapt in the ever-going song that Lothani had so gently sung not too many minutes before. Locked just as much as the two boys were, he trudged closer and closer. "You may have this one coming, should you decide to join our little euphorical session," Lothani mocked with a sideward smirk. The boy that Lothani had sealed the fate of stepped closer now, and, almost protectively, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her and trailed kisses down her neck, keeping his warning eyes on the Lycan that had raised his voice.
(OOc: Sorry for the sucky post, mates. It took a bit.)
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Fenris Fenrir
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Nov 20, 2005 5:28:45 GMT
Post by Fenris Fenrir on Nov 20, 2005 5:28:45 GMT
"Passion?", barked Fenrir with a laugh, "And what do you know of passion Nymph? If there are no more of your kind left, how do you know what it is like to have someone hold you close; plant kisses on your cheek, stroke your hair and with their voice sing you into gentle sleep?" Fenrir's voice harshened as he spoke what came next "You have only those things through entranced love; which is not the same. I have felt these things once, but now; those feelings were robbed from me. You think that you have it hard, living off of love that is made only from a few simple words and uncontrolled actions? You may be caught up in the passion, you may pant, scream, and feel the endorphines rush though your body sending tingles of pleasure as it goes; but not I. Never again will Fenris Fenrir feel any such feelings, even though he may undertake such actions once more." And then came the slap for his actions; just below where is left ear had been taken off by the demon Issac.
And that blow stung; for demons were stronger than lycans and even the lightest of blows could greatly injury a being if the demon had that intent in mind. But since Fenris wasn't sure what this Demoness was thinking about; he could only continue with how he was currently dealing with the matter and avoid any hostalities at the last minute. But the Demoness' words and her flaunting manner; it made Fenrir want to hurt her; to throw her against a tree and from there his madness would take over. She tempted him far too much for his tastes, but if that was how she was going to fight this war; Fenris would have to adapt and do so quickly.
And his adaptation came with the arrival of a new boy; the third to enter into this sexaul ritual that the ladies of this wood were holding. Another toy for the ladies to profane and defile themselves over, but when the Demoness offered the boy for his...euphoric pleasures.. she had crossed the line. Walking over to the newest boy, Fenris feigned a look of desire and want as he viewed the boy. "I cannot deny that I have always wanted a boy...", said Fenris, his eyes beginning to spark aflame with passion and lust; yet what followed greatly overshadowed those subtilities, "but he would not be a toy for my physical pleasures; he would be a son; the one thing that I desire most out of all in the world. A son that I could teach and show him this Forest of ours. But this human is too old to be turned. Therefore; you can have him back." With that, Fenris gently guided the boy so that he was brown-haired boy's other side; the side of the Demoness that was still somewhat available.
"Since I cannot 'use' him as you would, then perhaps having two boys for your body would be better for you than one; seeing that are more than capable of doing that. Enjoy your little toys and who knows? Perhaps another will be lured from the Castle and you will have three boys to your one body. Enjoy your actions while you can Demoness; for as long as you live, it seems that only humans will appease your cravings and for how long? And what if those cravings increase? 4 at a time? 5? 6? How many young humans will it take to satisfy your unholy lust?"
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Lothani
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Oh, how annoying when life comes to a halt...
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Nov 20, 2005 6:17:40 GMT
Post by Lothani on Nov 20, 2005 6:17:40 GMT
And that was it. All he had to say to force out a fight was said. The boy that had slowly arrived was declined, though the Lycan perfectly well knew that Lothani was merely mocking him. Furiously, her swirling pools of amber flickered a bright white, enough to make everyone in the vicinity squint to see properly. Her honey-brown brow lowered in disapproval to say the least. Making sure not to hurt the boy, she removed his arms from around her waist with a flicker of a smile, and stepped silently right up to the Lycan who had dared to say such rude things. "You've no idea of my intentions, and since males almost always think with their nether regions, I’m not surprised at your assumptions of sexual tendancies."
Like lightning, her right hand shot forward, gripping his wrist tightly, then spun it around so that the middle of the Lycan’s forearm would surely snap. But she didn't stop there, oh no. Twisting it further and further, until it was definitely broken (though how many times, she didn't take notice of), it had made a full 360 spin. Now, this would be enough to at least cripple him in his dangerous form, but there was more to come. Her wrist made a flicking movement, which in turn made his lower arm form a 90 degree angle downward from the middle of his ulna.
With enough force, she sent the hand of his broken arm stabbing into the Lycan's gut, slowly now forcing the wrist and arm into his intestines until it reached the point of the broken bones, which was where she let it stop. Just before, though, the woman pressed her thumb down on the tendons, which curled his fingers into a clawing motion, slicing at his intestines even more. There, she held her hand, whilst her opposing hand completed the same task on the other unbroken arm. Once that was completed, her tail lifted quickly and formed a spike at the end, covered with her fur, to jab into the wound he had caused with his hand in an 'in-out' motion. Quickly enough, his layer of skin began to heal over his arms, sealing them there.
Looking back up at his face with a strikingly white glare, the demoness let her short black fur cover her form, noiselessly changing her bone structure (unlike the Lycanthrope way which was bone-breakingly painful). Her cheeks grew whiskers as her tanned nose flattened and faded to black, and her hands and booted feet moulded into giant paws. Where her hands once were, her paws dropped to the floor as her bones dramatically grew. By the time she had mimicked the form of a black leopard, she was just a smidgen over eight feet to her shoulder from the ground.
Snarling, she lunged at the damaged Lycan. This creature would pay for his words dearly, and would not meet his master tonight.
(OOC: Apologies for doing so much in just one post. I had to cut it short ^.^; )
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