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Post by Carmen on Dec 21, 2005 7:11:11 GMT
The darkened trees seemed almost to reach out and want to grasp Carmen, rip and tare at her cloak. Pull her back and ensnare her. But thankfully, to the blue-haired girl's delight, the vines and branches didn't seem to be animated at all. Wiping a bar of sweat off her face, she was astounded that she could be perspiring in such cold, unforgiving weather. But the fact that she was off to meet a demon from the underworld would have made anyone shudder to their bones.
At least any human, that is. With her arms crossed over her chest, she scanned her mind over what had happened the last time she had seen the woman in the black and red corset with flowing creamy white hair. A tornado had come, after another demonic creature had tried to attack the Hufflepuff girl, which Mam Li Ros` had saved her from. It was expected that any being who had extended their helping hands to save another would still be on good terms with the person.
But there was some doubt in her mind that this was the case with Hells' Princess. The beautiful Demoness had acted almost protectively with her, by the tell-tale signs that she displayed. Holding the back of Carmen's head gently, warning her of the danger, taking her hand to bring the girl with her, and launching the girl into the trees for her safety. It was a frightful time, but one that held a truck-load of bonding between the two.
Tightening her arms across her ribcage, she stared around warily once she had trudged far enough for a good half-hour. There was still no sign of the woman, not even a shimmer of her hair in the trees above her. Starting to realise that she could have left the forest, Carmen shuddered. The poor girl was lost, and she knew it. The fact was dead-set in her mind, that she might not leave the forest for a long time. With her wand at hand, she shot up sparks through the canopy of the trees, hopefully bringing the attention of someone from the school.
Or maybe the attention of an unwelcomed guest. Carmen hoped to god that it was the former that would happen. Like she had done the night she was with the demoness, she pictured an image in her mind, painting it easily. It showed the demoness like the girl could remember her standing amid a thick fog. The image asked the question 'Where are you, Mai?' but of course, there wasn't a telepathic thought in it at all.
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Dec 21, 2005 9:41:39 GMT
Where are you, Mai?
The tip of the knife pressed through her stomach. Slowly. Slice, slice, slice. The rest of it's lazy side passed gracefully across the woman's hip like a white-hot blade through jelly. A flash of cold metal against the reflective moon illuminated the eyes of the beastly figure that held the blade. A blue as sharp as Japan's glacial mountain tops, almost fluorescent with the glaring light of the moon on them. Blood seeped into the inner crevice of the woman's thigh to trickle down her leg. Slice, slice, slice. The blade drove home another three times, six holes now filtering out a thick oozing crimson. Slice. Another stab-wound, thrust sharply in the place where the trail of blood had trickled. Seven holes. Seven deadly sins. [/color][/center] Mai's new cream dress almost ripped against the harsh bark of the willow tree she was positioned against. She gasped, grasping her hands to her stomach before nearly throwing up over the side of the branch. Letting out a shrill cry, she grasped the branch with murderous fingers and swung down to the forest floor, her wild tresses flying in the wind of the sudden movement. She awoke. Her pupils slowly filled that scarlet space of her eyes, taking in her surroundings carefully. Realising where she was, and that she had simply been having a restless sleep, she looked down at her torso again, finding but a fleck of blood staining the delicate cream of the corsét she wore. Brushing black lace over it, she ran her bare fingers through her hair, closing her eyes a moment and letting a smile calm her. Her stiletto's suddenly shuffled the snow beneath them and she turned to look over her shoulder, spotting a figure not so far away. For the longest time, Mai had not owned anyone as a playmate. She had not brought any one being to their doom, and she had not grown giddy with a demonic excitement at the shrieks of pain enveloping the lungs of a victim. She could not even properly remember the last time she had had... A puppet to pull the strings of. A thrill of adrenaline pumped through her insides. That hollow and sour delight she was so eager to embrace could not come any faster as she strode toward that one lone figure. That one girl. Stopping at a distance of two meters, she locked garnet with those sapphire eyes, letting an invisible smirk weave itself onto her features. The demoness looked down at her hand, the one the girl had kissed in the couple's moment of peril, and she whispered the name that bopped about in her mind. "Carmen.."
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Post by Carmen on Dec 21, 2005 10:44:14 GMT
By that time the girl realised it was smart to stop walking through the trees and into the thicket of the forest. They were growing denser, having less space between the trunks and the bases. Needless to say, the branches mingled among each other, as if to say that brushing up and moving their neighbour during the winds was their way of socialising. It was plainly obvious that the weaving branches were thick enough to hide the largest of beasts.
"I'm soooo lost…" the girl murmured, keeping her wand tightly in her hand at the snapping of a twig. "Lumos." The very tip of her wand faded into a white light, which happened to be bright enough to let Carmen see through the thick fog and darkness. Another twig snapped under the weight of something, and the girl spun around to face the direction, and shot another spell "Petrificus Totalus!" It hit whatever it was that had stood on the twig, rendering it paralysed.
Had she heard her name mentioned in a mere whisper, she would have reacted, but didn’t so she stared blatantly at the direction where her charm had hit. But then, revealing herself to be very close to Carmen, Mai appeared diagonally to the right of the girl'’s vision, in a particularly voluptuous, creamy corset dress. Her eyes shot straight at the demoness's own, and after a split second of contemplation, she bolted right for the woman, wrapping her arms around Mai's waist.
"I'm soooo lost!" the girl repeated from earlier. So her message had worked, or Carmen had thought it did, causing a smile on her pink lips as she let the woman go. But that look on her face, there was something almost malicious about it. Was that a sneer? Her feet seemed to animate themselves when she began to back away, almost tripping on the upturned root behind her. No… she couldn’t have been wrong about Mai. Could she?
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Dec 21, 2005 11:49:52 GMT
A single word was uttered and the dull glow of a light praised the top of the girl's wand, giving her a tiny show of guidance in the swirling fog that was beginning to engulf the inhabitants of the forest. Another spell was yelled and a wandering fox not too far away from where Mai stood was hit and welded to the spot, it's glassy eyes stunned. The demoness took a moment to look it's way, before returning her gaze to the girl, as she broke forth from the fog and ran toward Mai. "I'm soooo lost!" The girl's arms embraced Mai, and the demoness let the smirk on her lips sink into visibility now. Raising her hands slowly, she was about to rake her fingers gently, and then not so gently, through Carmen's lovely long blue tresses, but alas, the girl broke away. The smile on Carmen's lips disappeared almost instantly, and the demoness had to silently admit she was disappointed at the change in expression. But her own expression remained flawless. Although a smirk was settled on those petal-painted lips, it was the trademark smirk that Mai wore all the time. One could never tell whether it was directed at them or not. And oh did she love to use this. Carmen began to back away desperately. "Yes, yes you are." Mai murmured in response to Carmen being lost. An eerie, almost haunting tone sat underneath those words, and the demoness walked forward slowly, tilting her head in a considerate way. The exterior of her tone, to untrained ears, was sympathetic, and almost motherly. She approached Carmen faster now, until she was inches away from the girl. Then... Grasp. Snap. Crumble. Mai's hand lashed out and snatched the wand right from Carmen's grip. Her thigh came skyward and the wand was pushed hell-bound until it snapped against her flesh like nothing more than a twig. Once in half, Mai took each piece in each hand and curled her fingers inward until the texture of the wand crumbled and fell to the snowy ground as nothing more significant than ash. "I don't like wands." She hissed, as her eyes flashed a dangerous silver, as poignant and deadly as mercury. Oh! How wrong Carmen had been.
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Post by Carmen on Dec 21, 2005 12:12:19 GMT
The look on Mai's face could have concealed the sneer that she held just moments before, after she had agreed that Carmen was lost, had the girl not already seen the horrid, twisted smile. The woman could have been a porcelain doll that the blue-haired Hufflepuff had seen in her dreams too many times. It was a nightmare when the delicate doll visited her in her sleep. She would slowly cock her head to one side and smile, singing a mere "La la la la laaa laaa" in a very ethereal tone, with an echo in the background, shrouded in darkness with a spotlight on her.
Every time, the girl would wake up in a sweat, breathing heavily like she had just gone for a mile's run at her highest of speeds. That would probably be her next move; to run. But Carmen knew better than to run in the opposite direction. For one, she was already lost as it is, and two, she couldn't underestimate Mai's capabilities. She was, of course, from hell. So Carmen had no idea what she had up her nonexistent sleeve.
But when her wand had been so easily snapped, a fury alighted in the girl just as it had done when Rogue had attempted to hurt – and succeeded – Ozzie. "I don't like wands." Mai had happened to mention. Had Carmen been stronger than she was, and far more brave, she would have slapped the demoness across the face and said 'I don't like backstabbers'. But of course, Carmen wasn't that brave, especially not to stir up the woman who had protected her.
So, instead of running away or slapping Mai, the girl hid her glare well enough for it to disappear as quickly enough as it had formed, and stood there, watching the demoness. It was also very tempting to just start a staring competition, but being somewhat more level headed when she was in danger, the girl didn't do anything as childish. It was blatantly obvious that Carmen had a very long night ahead, and it had only just begun. But what could she do? Her wand had been so stupidly snapped.
Almost as if Mai was afraid of a counter attack.
But, again, the girl wasn't brave enough to mention anything like that. And, so, clouded her thoughts.
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Dec 21, 2005 12:42:45 GMT
The demoness let her mind wander to the dream she had had only moments before. In her mindless wonderland was where she often got her best methods of torture, and perhaps seven deadly sins of her own accord would go down well under the current situation. She pondered a while longer, her garnet eyes solid and emotionless while the spiderwebs in her mind spun out of control with thoughts at their interiors. It was a good thing Carmen was thinking too, and if an onlooker had been present - which Mai strangely felt their was - it would have been a snapshot photo of ignorant simplicity. It was one of those moments when one could take a black and white photo and capture unspoken emotions in all their power within the standing pose of two lone figures. Both shrouded in a blanket of fog. Nobody would hear her scream. And if they did, nobody would find her. Mai nudged herself from her momentary lapse in present thought and anticipated whatever would happen next. She was a little surprised to see the girl still standing in front of her, expression unreadable and sapphire orbs still free of any tears. That was what Mai had been waiting for; a reason to bother killing, or perhaps just toying with this girl who had been so foolish as to consider Mai a friend. When Mai was running through the forest with Carmen, slinging her here and there for protection, smiling and winning her over with flawless wisps of loving speech and a pat or two on the head for good measure. When Mai was doing that, it was merely a game between her and the beast chasing her. Carmen was the bait, and the demoness kept the girl forever between her fingers to show the beast that she was capable of manipulating far more than just the obvious. Illusion had played such a big part in Mai's life. Lies had too. How could she not be good at plaguing truth? How could she not be a mistress of mind games? "You are brave Carmen." Mai whispered suddenly, the sharp rows of teeth behind her supple lips only just hinting an icy secret. Or six. Her lashes grazed the lower of her eye sockets before she opened them once more and gently took Carmen's hand in her own. "Let's dance." She added quietly, when in the space of time it takes to blink, her eyes sliced mercury, then blood-red again. Without giving the girl a moment to hesitate or make any sort of self-decision, the demoness whisked her to the right, letting gravity force her to spin with Mai's hand holding hers so she did not fall over. Once the spin stopped, Mai took a deep step toward Carmen and snaked her free hand around the girl's waist. Smiling briefly, she pushed with that hand and spun the girl back the other way, only this time, Mai's grip on Carmen's fingers was crushing. As gravity pulled the blue-haired girl into each of five spins, the pressure of Mai's grip fractured each collection of bones in Carmen's fingers. 'Twas with no doubt, horribly painful.
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Post by Carmen on Dec 22, 2005 4:14:21 GMT
Brave? Carmen wasn't all that brave. Not brave enough to do many things, but sometimes she thought it was being stupid rather than brave. So then it brought her back to thinking what the definition of brave actually was. Because most people thought that braveness also equalled stupidity when it came to responses and reactions that tugged on the person's braveness. Mai's statement made the girl ponder if she had been sorted into the right house.
But then again, Mai was Carmen's demonic host for tonight's events. What was with the blue-haired Hufflepuffian and getting herself into hurtful situations? It didn't matter if it wasn't physical, because pain came in many forms. Why did she have to be like this? Carmen scowled at herself as the demoness grabbed her hand and proposed to start a dance. However, she didn't have any time to respond negatively to Mai, and so had to go along with whatever she had planned.
At first, she was spun, but not quickly enough that she would lose her lunch. Once that had passed, she was almost dead certain that Mai was going to kiss her, which would have been very awkward for the girl. But of course her rash thoughts weren't what was happening, and instead, she spun Carmen again, though this time, she could have sworn that her grip was tightening each time she made a three-sixty.
Her mouth opened in protest as her brows furrowed. Instead of getting dizzy from continuously being thrown around, her whole mind was focusing on her hand that was being crushed. A cry had been sounded from the girl as her finger bones broke, and tears began to form in her eyes. It was the hand that had been cut off by Rogue in Hogsmeade, and so it was no doubt more painful than if it had happened to its opposition.
In a quick decision of tossing up the consequences, Carmen decided it was best that she finally made a move against the demoness, and so reached up with her gravity-bound free hand and grabbed the arm that was holding the girl up. Lifting herself, which was hard enough in itself, the girl opened her mouth and pulled back her lips, then sunk her teeth in between Mai's forearm bones, biting as hard as she could. The taste was horrible as she felt the blood flood into her mouth, and the feeling was no better.
Hopefully that at least would make the demoness let her go. Harder and harder she bit down, feeling the muscles in Mai's arm sever, but to what extent, Carmen wasn't aware at all. It was just a desperate attempt to make her stop.
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Dec 22, 2005 5:09:26 GMT
A tune from the 1850's or sometime around there was playing in Mai's head, reminding her of the way one spins constantly on a carousel while music carries the horsies along. Mai was fond of carousel's, they were quite probably her most favourite toy as a child. It seemed everything was slow motion on a carousel, as if one was not really ever there to begin with. That may, however, have been the case only with the demoness, as every new horse she rode on the carousel transported her to some other realm with a basket of nightmares waiting. But that was a story for another time... What brought Mai back to the present was the piercing tension of teeth against flesh, her own flesh. Upon realising Carmen had her face in the demoness' arm, Mai contorted her features into that of irritable pain as the girl's incisors ruined the formation of Mai's muscles, ripping through them here and there. She growled, and her grip on Carmen immediately let go. Clenching her own teeth against each other, Mai instead grabbed a fistful of Carmen's hair and yanked her head back away from her arm; resulting in a good chunk of her skin being torn off, but Carmen's jaws released from her appendage nontheless. Tossing the girl by her hair to the ground, the demoness hastily placed her hand over the messy wound, walking away from Carmen as she did so. Blood poured down her arm, wrist and dripped off her fingers, and her muscles hung half out around the bone; a gruesome sight. Frowning to herself, the demoness stood still for a moment, pressuring the wound until it healed over neatly, leaving but blood stains all over her arm and hand. Turning a cruel eye on Carmen she glared, a cold, calculating glare. " I don't hate you." She hissed poisonously, before turning her back on Carmen and beginning to walk in the opposite direction. The fog began to increase.
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Post by Carmen on Dec 22, 2005 5:46:21 GMT
And it had worked. A yelling triumph of happiness exploded in her mind, along with an extreme throbbing of pain shooting from her broken fingers and hand to her senses. But she hung there just a few seconds before she was going to let go, only to have her hair pulled. She let out a cry, which resulted in her mouth opening wide enough to let go, and being flung to the floor. Sure, it was a rash attack on Carmen's part, but not many people knew the feeling of having their hand crushed.
Having landed on the ground hard on her back, it made her become winded, not being able to breathe at all. Once her lungs filled with air, she coughed and spluttered, whilst a stream of tears flowed down her flushed cheeks. Cradling her hand with her other shaking one, she spat the remainder of Mai's skin from her mouth, along with a few bits of muscle. I tell ya what, she imagined telling someone in her mind, it's something no one wants to do…
After realising she was being spoken to, and deciphering the words to say "I don't hate you", Carmen spat on the ground a fleck of Mai's flesh. "No, of course you don't. You just want me to be a toy for your twisted games! You can't hate a toy for that!'' she retorted in an accusing yell. But the words were out before she could stop them, and almost regretted speaking aloud, because Mai was already walking off.
It wouldn't surprise her if she angered the demoness with her words enough for her to come back. "Why?" she asked genuinely, now letting the sobs break through her façade of bravery. "Why?" over and over again she muttered the one word question, curling herself up into a ball, sitting on the ground.
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Dec 22, 2005 7:38:32 GMT
"No, of course you don't. You just want me to be a toy for your twisted games! You can't hate a toy for that!''
Mai stopped.
"Go on Maí, walk the tightrope. Daddy says you have to." A chilling laugh pushed the fair-haired girl off the platform she was on and her toes hooked a thin rope, stretching over a heated and distorted pit of lava underneath. Her arms flew to spread out as far as they could go either side of her, and she began screaming. A child's scream, the high-pitched shriek of young girl, a demoness, no older than six. "Do it Maí!" The voice bellowed, and the princess shook violently, slipping off the rope. "Crash and burn then Maí!" Crash and burn. Mai inhaled slowly, her garnet eyes opening with a dull and foreign glow in them. A glow torn between sadness and anger. Perhaps even a glimmer of revenge sparked in them somewhere. Whatever it was, it was well hidden by the fog that surrounded her form. The winter had brought with it this new blanket that so adored swimming throughout the entirety of the forest, making Mai's victims all that more fun to play with. Moving from her former spot, she turned left, then right and doubled back around to end up right behind Carmen. She tilted her head when she saw the girl sitting curled on the ground, muttering 'why' over and over. The demoness tipped a brow skyward, perhaps she was not the only being suffering from this much insanity after all. All the girl had to do now was rock back and forward and she could have made a very convincing mental case. Lurking out of the snowy background, the demoness approached Carmen from behind, pausing at a meter's distance. Mai took a moment to study the frazzled locks of hair she had pulled and tossed with hardly a care at all, then she looped her fingers in her own hair, lowering her eyebrow cautiously; as if it would make a sound. Her throat moved to swallow the lump that had been caught there and she kneeled to coo something to Carmen, something that revealed just that little, perhaps obvious, bit more about the demoness. " I was a toy once." She gritted her teeth, suddenly feeling in herself that she had given far too much away. Her eyes flashed and she stood up, clenching her fists and driving the underneath of the toe of her stiletto into Carmen's sacrum (back of pelvis), listening with a sadistic amount of satisfaction as it cracked.
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Post by Carmen on Dec 22, 2005 8:02:00 GMT
And the girl was almost on the verge of rocking backwards and forwards, but not for the appearance of a mental case. It simply arrived when the girl had her hand crushed. Not once had she looked at that hand, but now, she lowered her gaze to the hand the other cradled; it was terribly distorted and her fingers jutted in grotesque angles. She didn't doubt that it wasn't only that her bones had been broken, but by the way her hand bones were broken, it looked like the cartilage between them was crushed and torn too.
The pain was extremely intense, which only amplified her anger. It was something that came often when she was physically hurt; the anger emotion. And it wasn't going to let its grip loosen around her, so the steam from her ears only increased as Mai came back over to Carmen. She tucked her legs closer to her torso, and folded her hands between. The demoness lowered herself down to the girl's level, and muttered something that didn't surprise her at all.
"I was a toy once."
It made her fume even more, though. Her face contorted into a frown, narrowing her blood-shot eyes at the woman just before she had launched a kick at the girl. She cried out, lurching forward as if she was to throw up her lunch once again. Between gasps of pain and sobs of anger and madness, Carmen spat "Of course you f***ing were! You use people like me to block out what happened to you!" It came out in a shriek, echoing through the fog that was thickening.
"You hurt people like me because that was how you were f***ing taught!" She was beginning to care less if she touched nerves in the woman now, ignoring the internal bleeding she was getting from her broken pelvis and her crushed hand. But instead of ranting on, and no doubt sealing her own death, she turned back to her hand, and relaxed enough to fall to her side, lying there on her left. At least if she didn’t tense her muscles, the pain wouldn't hurt as much.
Not that it made any difference. She probably wasn't going to come out alive, which was a very daunting thought, because her wand had been snapped, and there was no one to help. At least she accepted the fact.
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Dec 22, 2005 9:18:43 GMT
The flames of Hell engulfed her, tearing her flesh from her limbs and letting her bleed inside out while the raging horses of hell wreaked havoc through her tormented mind and trampled it until it resembled a bloody pulp. The scream of a banshee was no match for what the little girl shrieked, shredding her hoarse throat of it's interior and wailing blood from her lips as that blood-curdling scream ripped through her surroundings. Glass shattered somewhere, and a scorched pair of wings double the size of the child sprouted from her back, lifting her charred and mangled form from the fires, to see that figure standing on the platform. Laughing his fúcking heart out. The beat of her heart was deafening. It curled it's own jagged fingers around itself and gripped tightly, until Mai realised she wasn't breathing. The girl was wrong. Nothing could block out the many things that had happened to her, and she was far from taught anything. She was inflicted with things, inflicted with lethal drugs, inflicted with verbal abuse, psychologically teased by body language. Totally fúcked up and around. Carmen did not come anywhere near the nerves of the demoness. Oh no. She hit her heart. Mai's eyes narrowed. No, the sills of her eyes lifted, barricading flimsy tears cried too many times. Flipping strength through her physique, she stormed over to Carmen and latched her fingers on the back of the girl's collar, pulling her up to her feet. Pushing her back against a tree trunk so she would be able to use it for support, Mai's hair fell in front of her eyes as she bent down to pull something from her boot. A shining flash of cold metal appeared, and she thrust the hilt of it through the fog into the hands of the girl, forcing her eyes through stillness instead of blinking. Her tongue fumbled with words, her mind doing no better as the non-existent spiders in their sank their fangs down in Mai's conscious thoughts, almost knocking her out completely. Two words spilled from her lips, rendering the whole shocking interior of the forest into absolute silence. "Kill me."
Mai uttered. Time stopped.
The demoness closed her eyes. A tear hung off her eyelash. [/i] One deadly sin.[/center]
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Post by Carmen on Dec 22, 2005 9:45:17 GMT
Having no idea what happened, and also being choked, Carmen spluttered up some blood that had collected in her mouth. When Mai had pulled the girl up by her collar, she jammed her jaw closed, biting off the side of her tongue. She let out a short cry but the demoness thrusting her at the tree cut it short. Having another winding fit, she gasped for air, and began to choke on the blood that she had inhaled. If she had her wand, Carmen knew a spell she could have thought of strong enough that would clear her lungs and windpipe.
But her wand was broken. What a shame.
After hacking up the blood and saliva that mingled itself together onto the floor and gathering her somewhat numb senses, Carmen realised that there was a flash of silver light that was raised by the demoness. It was a knife, and so she flinched slightly, only to wake up to the fact that it had been thrust into her hand at the hilt end. She'd given her the knife? What the f***? Suppressing a cry of pain wasn't as easy as it sounded, and obviously didn't work because flecks of blood was spatted in Mai's face. Unintentionally, of course.
"Kill me" It was an easy enough statement to answer. "No." But the singular word that came out was in a snarl, outlined with a slight hint of courtesy. How could she kill the Demoness? No matter what any being did to her, there was no way she could kill it. Other than a mosquito, those things were irritating enough for a flying hand. "You do it." At that whispered bunch of words, Carmen took Mai's hand, the one she had kissed not so long ago, and gave the knife back gently.
"No matter what it does or doesn't mean to you, you've hurt me in a way I can't understand fully. I can't help you, because of what you did. How can I?" It was all slow, as if she was about to trip on her own words should she say them any faster. But not once did she attempt to move out of the position Mai held her in. No.
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Dec 24, 2005 6:09:50 GMT
Mai's eyes snapped closed as the girl spat blood in her face. A slippery tongue snaked from the mouth of the demoness and she let it rest over a speckle of blood for a moment, soaking it up like a paper towel would soak up liquid. Her tongue slid back inside her mouth and the smudge of where that particular speck of blood had been, remained. She heard very clearly what Carmen delivered verbally, immediately after Mai's demand, and to say the least, it was a whale size over predictable. Her brow cocked and she sighed almost lazily as Carmen gave the dagger back. Mai had almost been about to extend her hand before the girl moved it. Why could the girl not just stab her? Was it so hard? They always were afraid of taking what seemed like an impossible risk, mortals. Mai's eyes opened at a leisurely pace when Carmen told the demoness to do it herself. Lowering that brow with a hint of mercury-silver flashing in a ring around her irises, Mai spun the dagger in her hand and thrust it deep inside her own stomach. Her eyes were fixated in a deadly gaze on Carmen, and perhaps only the twitch of her eyelid gave away the pain she felt as she twisted the blade in her gut, letting the acidic blood seep out over her dress. "You're right. You can't." She snapped in response to Carmen's words. Then with that, the dagger was pulled from her stomach - as clean as before it was embedded in her flesh - and pushed back into her boot. Mai's wound healed itself in moments. "It's just no fun when I try to do it." She uttered, only audible for Carmen to just catch, had shock not already taken a firm grasp on the girl. Grinding her jaws to the left, then the right, Mai reached down and took Carmen's healthy hand in her own. Pulling her away from the tree, she guided the girl through the dense fog, and toward one of the many exits of the forest. Moving so that Carmen had her back to the exit and her face to Mai, the demoness said a few last words to the girl. Deciphering what it was to be mortal captured the interest of the demoness, and she let her words remain simple, though complex enough to keep the girl wondering for some time afterwards. "You cannot understand, and you cannot help me, because you are entirely mortal." She hissed slowly, before pulling her arm back and delivering a harsh punch to Carmen's nose, breaking it and rendering the girl unconscious no doubt. Carmen now lay on the outskirts of the forest, just over the border and in view of the castle. Mai curled her wrist in the air a moment to magic a beautiful red rose into existence. Then, tossing it to Carmen, she turned and disappeared into the fog of the forest once more. Perhaps Mai would be but a mere illusion to Carmen once she awoke. Though her wounds would be a dangerous reminder. Never to assume a friendship with a being from Hell.
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Post by Fenris Fenrir on Dec 29, 2005 2:56:39 GMT
It seemed that it was in the hours of darkness that the denizens of the Forest were at their highest peak of activity. Birds were calling out in low tones to one another; trying to comfort each other til the morning brought with it light. Smaller creatures bustled about; wary of the larger and potentally hungry beasts that dwelt in the Forbidden Forest. Woe to whomever screamed that night and woe to whomever bled; for the sounds of pain and the scent of life source awoke Fenris Fenrir from his slumber in the space of Forest that he marked as his own. The wolf's lone ear rotated about like a satillite dish; as if it were trying to pick up the origin of the sound and his nostrils flared as he caught the scent of blood.
Heaving his gigantic form from the Forest floor, Fenrir ran silently toward the area at which the scent and sound seemingly came from. As he neared his prey, the wolf's black eyes darkened with insensity; he wanted to find out bled and what had screamed. He desire to inflict pain upon it, but most of all; he was hungry. He needed to feed; it had been days since he had tasted the flesh of man, and if man willingly came into the Forest; Fenrir would simply obliege him.
But as the colossal wolf skidded to a halt in the clearing, tree branches breaking as he collided into them, it was not man that had entered the Forest after all; it was woman. A leering grin was now on Fenrir's muzzle; he loved coming across women; not because of their beauty, but because the lovely noise they made when he sank his teeth into them. So melodic; a symphony in it's on right; the screams of a woman in pain.
And so the great beast began to circle about the blue-haired girl; licking his chops all the while. She looked a bit flustered; apparently she had run into another of the Forest's inhabitants. Yet now; that inhabitant was gone and that left Carmen all to him. 'Now what is a gal like you doing a in place like this?', leered Fenrir into the girl's conscience, 'Run afoul with someone else? Well it would seem that I have the pleasure of continuing where they left of. Not the most enjoyable things that I could be doing, but I need to enjoy myself somewhat before I consume your flesh; muscle by muscle; fiber by fiber. For you have entered the Forbidden Forest, and the penalty is decided by whomever catches the intruder. You are basically mine to do with as I please'
'I hold your fate in the palm of my hand and all I have to do is simply squeash it and you are thrown into Fate's arms. Does that bring you any comfort, my little, female friend?'
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