Fáylinn
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Forest Lycan
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Post by Fáylinn on Jan 4, 2006 17:19:30 GMT
It was deadly; a sickening feeling. That delicious silk sliding through graceful fingertips transformed into pittiful crys for help as the rough sandpaper left scars upon the now demonic fingers. A descendent from hell, a girl turned a creature who now didn't belong. One who had forgotten herself, caught in the midst of power -- Faylinn had turned power hungry. And no matter how much the blood fed the craving, it forever remained, growing stronger with every passing kill.
It was there she had lost conciousness, any connection with the world. The lycaness had run like never before, but now not sure of her departure. When it felt like her four legs could carry her no more, she had dropped, maybe fainted, but she remained in that dead-looking state for probably months. But she had no way of knowing.
A loud gasp was heard, and even through lycan lips. The caramel colored wolf that had been laying so motionlessly stirred, it's body changing to a fit, considered fairly petite girl. She frowned, a splitting headache made her feel numb. Finally she opened her eyes, bright sapphire blue eyes, almost glowing against the very dim light the forest allowed to poke through. She closed her eyes tight, before shakily sitting up.
"What did I do?" Faylinn whispered, finally gaining the ability to speak. It felt so odd...opening her eyes, Faylinn realized that she better...obtain some clothes. Hitting her forhead, hearing a considerably loud smack, she tried to force out that spell...for at least a robe. The now awakened lycaness chanted a few words, and succesfully a midnight blue, silk robe covered her naked form. She smiled, near contently as she did up the front.
But the smile didn't last for long as she stood unsteady on unused legs. She put her hands out, reaching for the nearest tree to steady her. Faylinn tried desperately to remember what was the cause of her slipping away from the world. But it just caused that headache to act up. She now sighed, walking towards the entrance of the forest on bare feet. The lycaness hoped she was going the right way, towards the entrance of the forest. She needed some light, that little bit of hope that the world didn't end or something. It was so hard to tell in the dingy forest.
ooc: Yay...cheers for me, I got back mon inspiration!
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Jan 5, 2006 3:59:16 GMT
Desolate isolation. Come now, follow me into the fires of Hell. They will keep you forever warm. They will keep you. Forward, step by step, heel to toe, Mai's stiletto's hit the sludge of snow on the ground. The only way it managed to penetrate the under-garments of the forest now was to cling to the bottom of creatures or the feet of those that lived in the ever-darkened abode. The smooth underside of the demoness' boots however, never collected the matter, rather it slid off the polished, solid leg of her boots with ease as she walked, melting almost instantly as it came into contact with her body heat. Silently she stepped through the ugly wash of snow on the ground, making her way ever closer to the freshly-awakened being in her diagonal path. A tilt of her head backwards led her cream tresses in a wave down the backs of both her shoulders, leaving her front uncovered by them and visible as it rose up and down slowly, pressured in a feminine manner against the corsét strapped around her. Her smoky lashes left behind their lazy gaze, and her garnet irises filled with a shining expression of mild content. Rose-pink lips parted so she could breathe out, and she did so, at an inaudible pitch, before her graceful stride led her right up behind the lycaness, still impeccably silent. Perhaps only the scent of the demoness, dying rose petals on a scorching summer's day, would give her away. A slim hand slid to the side of the lycaness, and the demoness came to walk beside her, moving her hand further around the lycaness until it rested completely around her waist. Now these, were demonic fingers. They pressed ever so gently against the right hip bone of the lycaness, positioning the arm of the demoness securely, and gently around the other being's middle. Dim light surrounded the two, and a crackle of dying sunlight just filtered in through the canopy up ahead, not far from the entrance of the forest. The demoness scathed her chin over the left shoulder of the lycaness and kept it there a moment. "What is it you want with the light?" She whispered softly, running her thumb just a little way up the lycaness' other side as her fingers continued to rest somewhat enticingly on her hip.
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Fáylinn
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Forest Lycan
I'm back, and ready to leave stars on your wrist
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Post by Fáylinn on Jan 12, 2006 0:35:33 GMT
Ooc: Deepest apologies for the wait.
Bic: Little by little her senses became more attuned, she adjusted to her keen hearing, all the sounds no longer pounded annoying rythms inside of her head. Her sight she took advantage of now, she could see everything from such a far distance should she want to. Her sense of smell was wicked, all these senses now told her one thing; she was no longer alone.
That semi-safe feeling she had slipped away so quickly, she was strong in her best state of health, but the petite lycaness was no match for anything while she wasn't completely in health. But, who said the creatures of the forest didn't all want to fight? Here came one now, the by one glance, azure on carmine, she knew that look. Though they had never formally met, that was the woman she saw close to death. Though Mai, this time, was not growling in pain, blood didn't line every inch of her body. This lovely demoness was completely well kept. She had long, ivory tresses that spilled down her back, sharp deep red irises, and that beautiful, porcelain face. Her height was incredulous to the 5'4" 1/2 girl, Mai being a good seven, eight or nine inches taller than her.
This was definitely Maí Lé Rosà, without any questioning.
Faylinn ran a hand through her brunette locks of hair, trying to rid her once wavy-straight hair of knots. The demoness was now very close, a single hand moving to wrap around her slim side. With easy movements, her arm was holding her entire waist, her fingers falling daintily on her hip bone.
At this point, the lycaness did not know what to think, she allowed Mai's head to fall on her shoulder, she watched the pool of cream-colored hair that layed upon Mai's corset, before her eyes darted to her head, though she could not see the demoness' face. "What is it you want with the light?" Arose a question from the demon, Faylinn contemplated this within her mind, why did she want light?
"It's been too dark, for too long," she responded finally. Should those now graceful fingertips claw their way into the lycaness' flesh she wouldn't notice, nor care, for she was now a mere puppet in the hands of the demoness. She wasn't feeling good enough to pick a fight, or take part in one. Not that Mai would always do this, perhaps she held respect for the Forest Lycans? But there was this other big chance.
Maybe she didn't.
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Jan 12, 2006 6:12:01 GMT
{ooc}: No no, it was well worth it. ^. ~
{bic}: Mai hardly remembered Faylinn, though there was the distinct and unrelenting adoration of the lycaness's scent that the demoness remembered well enough to put a figure to place. The demoness let her chin come up off the shoulder of the lycaness and she sighed a long, dramatic sigh, shifting her carmine orbs right to catch those of captivating blue.
Mai too ran her other hand through Faylinn's hair, very gently, and stopping anytime she came across a knot, to gently unwind it with her sharp fingernails and let it fall soft and satisfactorily back against her companion's shoulder. The lycaness did not seem to tense at Mai's touch, and for this, the demoness admired her very much so.
After her own question, Mai tapped her fingers on Faylinn's hip bone, passing time while the lycaness thought of an adequite answer. Any would have been fine, for the demoness did not truthfully hold any real care for the reason, unless of course the lycaness seeked an escape from her immortal life - which tended to be the cliche answers of many. Though then of course, the demoness would need to remind them that it was darkness they should be looking for.
"It's been too dark, for too long,"
Mai's eyebrows both raised, the answer piquing her attention obviously. It was crafty how she held herself so close to the lycaness, yet none of her weight pushed pressure on the darling creature. "It's been too dark, for too long." She repeated slowly, unravelling the fingers on her other hand as though she were voicing a passionate speech.
"Very poetic, and determind." Mai concluded out loud, flashing a smile at the lycaness before releasing her hip and standing straight as she walked. Mai had no intention at all of harming the lycaness, rather she simply wished for a walk with company. For once. However many rumours flew around about her, she also carried a very capable heart.
"Forgive me for I know I have seen you before, but," Mai paused, chancing a side-glance at the young lady. "would you tell me your name?" She asked politely, averting her eyes to the quite invisible path ahead, where only the two forest beings would seem to know where they were going. "I am Maí Lé Rosà, though Mai is perfectly fine should you wish to address me." Mai almost chortled at this use of words, for she was very fond of speaking properly. Sometimes.
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