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| Topic Started: Jul 22 2008, 11:50 AM (355 Views) | |
| Kaliyah | Jul 22 2008, 11:50 AM Post #1 |
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Geunor village was not a place Kaliyah chose to frequent often but after her last debacle at the Horse Shoe she had thought it prudent to discovery the other watering holes about the place. Rumour had it that the Dwarves to Giants was a hardy place with much amusement and tomfoolery. The selling point had been that it was far out in the Western Lands so she could go unnoticed and additionally they had a fighting arena within the confines of the place. What else could one ask for? Meandering in just after sundown of course, the Goddess found herself in the midst of the village, which apparently was no less busy in the eve. People were out and about talking and socialising, children still ran about the laneways. Kaliyah shook her head. Didn't they know what happened once the moon hung in the sky? Night belonged to creatures of darkness but apparently that was forgotten in the sleepy little town. The smell of earth and dirt was predominant here, she guessed that most of the men were from the shit hole known as Iseh, the stench gave it away. Not wanting to cause a mobbing or lynch group the vampire curbed her urges to pluck up one of those deliciously youthful chits and drain their tiny bodies dry. She was here for a relaxing night... not to be chased out of town with pitchforks and flaming torches. Never mind, she would no doubt find some one worthy of dying once she arrived at the tavern. It always happened. Her presence did not however, go unnoticed through the village. A richly dressed, armed, vampire was hardly something people just turned their heads away from. But Kaliyah was used to the oggling eyes, which were more like stares of hatred and perturbance but it was safer to let her think they were of, well, whatever she thought. A goddess was in a league of her own afterall. Having reached the entrance of the Inn, Kaliyah swung the doors open heartily. The overpowering scent of spilt ale and sweating bodies assailed her senses immediately. She had become rather fond of the dingy places as of late. They provided the perfect atmosphere, joviality and fights with people full of false courage and memories that did not last past the night. She was not looked upon strangely here as she strolled to the corner of the room. She wondered where the arena was. It was as she stood there a bubbly looking man who stood no higher than her hip arrived with a bounce and grin. "What'll it be, luvee? There's fun to see, and food for ye but, alas, the ales naught fer free!" His face was old and wrinkled with a wiry mane of silver hair. His clothes were outrageously loud and mismatched but he held a tray and seemed to be intent on taking her order. Kaliyah raised her brow and stiffled the thought of kicking him in his smooshed little face. Her was most curious little man. She had to tell herself to behave and tossed him a coin. "Aye. I am sure that be the case. Tell me, where be the amusements? I'll be having a pitcher of rum." Her dark eyes quickly scanned the room, finding nothing of interest she returned back to the wizened grey ones of her server. Well, well- things were certainly different here. |
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| Ara | Jul 26 2008, 10:57 AM Post #2 |
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Ara cursed as her foot lodged itself in a warm mass of stinking cow dung, grumbling indistinctly as she wrenched her boot free of its sticky clutches. "Filthy animals, the lot of them," she spat, not bothering to monitor the volume of her voice as she shot a scathing glance towards a nearby farmer and the cow he was leading off to pasture. She picked her way through the puddle-ridden streets that had been marred with the hoof prints of various livestock and the deep tracks of wagon wheels. Peering through the light rain that enveloped the little town in a gloomy haze, she scrutinized the ramshackle dwellings that she thought could hardly be called houses, desperately searching for some sign of civilization. Evening was falling fast, and this unfortunately seemed to be the only settlement for miles. Not that she feared the creatures of the night, no- She’d always been quite at home amongst the shadows. Rather, she fancied a bit of a respite from the road, a few simple comforts and a dry bed for a change…Though in this place, they were likely to be flea-infested. No matter, that just meant a few more drinks would be in order to drown out their sting. And she certainly deserved a drink, she thought with a smirk, after how well she’d made out. A sizeable lot of coins jingled at her belt, clinking against the fearsome weapons that were sure to deter nimble fingers foolish enough to find their way into her money pouch; the loot was what she had gained as part of a joint heist, a group assault on a passing caravan of gypsies. Though the take had been more than enough to feed the freakish ensemble, the share she’d been issued was certainly nowhere near enough for her- It was unacceptable, and so she’d rewarded each of her “associates” by putting them out of their misery with a slow, agonizing death. Whoever had the clever idea to infect common speech with the obvious notion that there was “No ‘I’ in ‘team’” had apparently been additionally brainless enough to neglect the fact that there was however, an “I” in “win”. She hoped someone had had the good sense to stab them in the face. Ara sighed wearily, rubbing her temple as she rounded another block of nothing more than homely shacks and pigpens. She supposed the surrounding vulgarity was the price she had to pay to be in a location remote enough for no one to take much notice of mass thievery and brutal killings. Those men she’d robbed the caravan with probably would have done the same had they not been dim as a rock and spineless as a jellyfish; it was their own dammed fault though, she reasoned - the fools had of course gladly welcomed the woman aboard, quite unaware of the creature she could become come nightfall. Even the combined profit she’d salvaged from their lifeless bodies was less than she would have liked, and that had put her in a sour mood…Well, fouler than usual anyway. The chicken scuttling across her path roused her from her thoughts, and she almost tripped as she aimed an ill-placed kick at the thing, managing to regain her footing as she dipped close enough to smell one of the passing townsfolk. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, more concerned with the scent of the man than the grime he was covered in. "Honestly, don't these people ever bathe?" she muttered, pausing briefly to wipe her muddy feet on the freshly-cleaned wash someone had hung out to dry. What irked her even more was that the people here somehow looked happy- Happy!! Mysteriously cheerful in this dingy little shithole of a village! She comforted herself with the reassurance that they must just be too stupid to know how pitiful their existences really were- There could be no other explanation for how they could manage…especially when there was no proper bar to speak of anywhere in sight. As if right on cue, the lights of a tavern sprang out at her from the darkness, and she beelined for it, eager to get out of the rain and get some warmth in her bones. “It’s about bloody time”, she said to no one in particular, shaking the water from her faded cloak as the tavern doors creaked open, greeting her with the familiar stench of ale and pipesmoke. She tossed her wet garments to someone she guessed to be a sort of doorman, though she didn’t bother to make sure before she pushed on towards the counter, coins in hand for something strong. She almost jumped as the barkeep emerged, fighting to repress the instinctual urge to kick away the little fellow that had made the mistake of practically throwing himself at her while simultaneously having the misfortune of looking like an old sewer rat. “Go back to the circus, midget,” she said by way of a greeting, shooing him away before she’d quite realized his purpose here. “And get me a rum while you’re at it,” she added hastily, carelessly tossing the tiny man a few coins with the least amount of physical contact necessary. The barkeep narrowed his eyes distastefully at her before he scurried off without a word, deciding it better to get her a drink than to protest or reprimand her rudeness. She drank heavily from her tankard the moment it was handed to her, already feeling better as she leaned lazily against the counter. She surveyed the cramped room over the rim of her cup, finding the contents of the tavern hardly any more pleasing than its exterior; its haggard-looking patrons crowded the tables, conversing or playing card games by the dim light of smoldering candles, while others arm wrestled or competed in similar brutish entertainments. Her azure eyes fell quite unexpectedly upon an admittedly stately woman, finely shaped and pale in complexion, with dark tresses that framed her pleasing features nicely as they fell about her shoulders. Ara sidled closer to the captivating stranger, quite intrigued as to who might be so clearly out of place here besides herself. The lady’s wealthy appearance had of course made her a promising target of robbery in Ara’s mind, though upon seeing the weapons at the woman’s belt, she had her doubts. She certainly wasn’t intimidated by the overpainted tart, but there was surely more to her than met the eye. “You don’t look like you’re from around here,” she remarked, sipping casually at her drink as she eyed the rather elaborately costumed stranger. “Get lost on your way from the theater, did you?” |
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| Kaliyah | Jul 29 2008, 03:44 PM Post #3 |
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It took but a moment for the little man to return with her requested drop and even less time for Kaliyah to send him on his way, the small form disappeared into the crowd once more. No doubt he would return when she commanded or at least when he realised her tankard was dry. Sipping the liquor delicately she decided gave an appreciative mumble into the depths of the glass, enjoying the familiar warmth that spread from her lips through to her guts. Certain she would be draining a few more of these pitchers before the sun rose Kaliyah decided to take it a little slower than her previous escapades. Last time she had ventured from her temple abode for a drink she had ended up embroiled in some intoxicated scheme to enter a tournament of sorts, one that her bones still felt the affects of. Tonight there was to be no such tomfoolery. Just a relaxing evening to soak up the atmosphere and let down her hair so to speak. The skies had unleashed their burden and the tavern begun to fill up with patrons of all types and breeds in a surprisingly short amount of time. The vampire found herself a place to seat herself just near the door, a high chair with a panelled bench as a table that ran the length of the wall. Placing her beverage upon the surface she removed the heavy cloak that was worn about her shoulders revealing an ample body with well toned muscles, tonight she had chosen to wear a satin corset gown of a deep, rich purple and black colouration. The outfit was certainly designed to grab attention for it showed quite clearly the curves and voluptuous nature of her form but there was something about her those chaotic, abysmal orbs that warned one away from mentioning the fact too readily. There was a dank chill to the air which was brought on by the rain but this did not irk the vampire woman at all. In fact she enjoyed the weather at present, taking a moment to listen to the fall of the skies heavy drops berating the roof like a constant beat, she was lost in her solitude. It took her some time to comprehend another had addressed her, not paying the least bit of attention the Goddess went to dismiss the intruder with a nonplussed gesture, raising her rum to show it was still far from empty. Presuming it of course to be the halfling man come to aide her intoxication. It was however, not. Surprisingly it was instead a creature whom appeared most definately of the female persuasion, whose damp hair and clothing lent to the assumption she had entered the place to escape the down pour. The scent of demoness rolled off her in an alluring sort of haze but it was the amulet that hung at her throat, obscured by a grey cloak which first caught the woman's attention. Ara was not what the Goddess would consider well dressed and clearly non too fussed about appearances, she looked to be far more concerned with the practicality of attire. Pitty, she could be such a exquisite little thing. The mistress thought fleetingly to herself. It was moreover the femme's attitude that caught Kaliyah as being odd. Apparently she did not know to whom it was she spoke, which was a good thing she supposed. She had come here in the hope of not being recognised. Ara's words hung in the air unanswered for an uncomfortable amount of time as the Goddess took her time to take in the woman's visage. She would have enjoyed the process a little more if the demon had not been dressed so modestly. Oh well. Her eyes rose to meet the startlingly bright ones of the newcomer. They reminded the vampire of glaciers and ice- cold, cruel and unforgiving. "Aye. Pray tell, however did thee guess?" Was her monotonous retort. The pallid lady's voice was deep and gravelly holding the remnants of a foreign accent. Taking another draught of her spirit before replacing back on the bench Kaliyah wondered why it was the stranger had approached her. Guessing from the way she had eyed off her bulky coin purse and the heavy, gem encrusted jewelry that dripped from her neck, fingers and wrists Kaliyah warrented it was less than savoury in motivation. Not that it mattered at all really, the Goddess was more than able to protect herself against unwanted attentions. Not only was there an array of weaponary on hand for her to use there was also a multitude of spells and magics at her disposal. No doubt Ara would reconsider if robbery or theft was on the cards and if not Kaliyah would be happy to show her why one should not triffle with a deity. Noticing Ara was drinking the same drop as herself she smiled. At least it could be said she had good taste. Reaching into the embroided leather pouch that hung from her side the Goddess pulled out a strange looking dried herb known as tobacco and proceeded to roll it in a thin, yellowed paper. She could have chosen to light it with a candle, like the one just off to the left of her one of many that gave the Inn a dimly lit glow. But that was not within her style of doing things instead as ever one to perform for an audience she summoned a small flicker of fire to her fingertip. Holding the makeshift smoke between her painted ruby lips she inhaled gently, enjoying the way the paper sparked and glowed with a bright, orange ember. Taking a long puff, she rolled the smoke around her mouth before blowing it out her nose. "But seeing as thou art more than up to date with mine own affairs, what ist that brings thee here?" Offering the tobacco pouch to Ara the exotic looking vampire leant in a little closer, her messy tangle of tresses falling about her face as she waited for a reply. |
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| Ara | Aug 5 2008, 02:15 PM Post #4 |
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“I guess I’m just sharp like that,” Ara replied simply, mirroring the sardonic monotone of the woman’s retort. Unable to place the other’s accent, she found her voice intriguing, something mysterious and deep like the lady herself, beguiling in the imperceptibly dangerous way. She studied the stranger silently as she extracted what could only be tobacco from her purse, judging by the aroma Ara was quite familiar with herself, and set about to roll a cigarette from it. Smiling with a sort of mild amusement at the shared habit, the demon also noticed the lady’s cup was filled with the same draught as her own, a rich, spicy rum to calm the nerves and warm the blood. She stood transfixed as the other finally lit her cigarette with no manner of the usual means, but a flame that seemed to burst briefly from her finger itself; One for theatrics indeed. Ara gave no reaction to indicate she was the least bit surprised as the lady smoked, although her suspicions had been confirmed- Though the display had been hardly more than a parlor trick, the woman was surely more than she appeared to be, most likely a sorceress like herself, though Ara couldn’t be sure of the extent of her power…or her intentions for that matter. Best to keep a wary eye out. Ara stiffened at the stranger’s unexpected hospitality as she held out the pouch of tobacco in offering, before readily accepting it with a pinch of her fingers. She never quite understood the big ado about kindness, especially from a total stranger, unless its true purpose was of course, to get something you wanted. She guessed all such displays had ulterior motives, but she wasn’t about to pass up free tobacco…Not that it was particularly expensive or she didn’t have her own stash, but that was besides the point. She followed the lady’s example and rolled her own cigarette, though she lit hers using the nearest candle. She smoked slowly, savoring the mellow taste of the tobacco as she watched the other idly, trying to place the woman’s strange, almost unearthly appearance; her flesh was pallid, though oddly youthful and untouched, like cold porcelain or newfallen snow. Her blood-red lips and midnight hair contrasted boldly with her delicate complexion, though her form held a hidden strength beneath her curves. Her eyes were as brown as those of the gentlest forest creature, though there was something sharp and menacing about her gaze… Another draw of the cigarette, the slightest lift of her lips the revealed a glimpse of pointed teeth, and Ara knew what stood before her: A vampire, a nightwalker like herself. Even so, the stranger didn’t alarm her- Rather, she felt comforted in a way, oddly appreciative that she wasn’t completely surrounded by a slobbering horde of filthy good-natured peasants. Ara puffed again on her cigarette, the fiery glow of the embers illuminating her features in the dim light and catching her eyes as she looked the other up and down before taking another drink of her rum. “I wonder if you share my taste for other pleasures as well,” she said with a playfully lecherous smirk as she took another sip. She knew most wouldn’t think it the smartest idea to hit on a vampire, but she was sure it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle…Besides, she always liked playing with fire. “Necessity,” she shot resentfully, turning back to the lady’s question. “Misfortune, rather. I’m here because I’d rather be in this filthy rathole than out in the rain.” Taking another sip of her drink, she surveyed the crowd behind them distastefully, continuing as if the rabble occupying the surrounding tables had somehow left an unpleasant taste in her mouth. “Pathetic, aren’t they?” “Ah well,” she added with a sigh, glancing into her cup before taking another hearty drink. “At least the booze is decent.” |
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| Kaliyah | Aug 14 2008, 05:19 PM Post #5 |
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The Goddess flicked a disinterested stare towards her whether she was feining it or naught was not be certain. She wondered briefly why it was the demoness had chosen to single her out for conversation, most tended to stay away. Far away. This one however, seemed to possess a little more bravado than most. Kaliyah was unsure whether this was a benefit to her or not. Not wishing to trouble herself with such thoughts the vampire dismissed it from mind and took another hearty drag. Having now finished the rest of her rolled tobacco smoke she took to disposing of it, absentmindedly flicking the still lit ember towards the form of another patron. "Now that would depend dear heart now wouldn't it? On exactly what thine penchant for pleasure happened to be." A crude grin caroused it's way over her plump, scarlet lips eluding to a darker more sinister promise of macabre tastes and horrors. The Goddess had happened to enjoy many things over her years but at this point it was obvious she was not going to reveal much more than she already had. The rumours that surrounded her spoke for themselves but seeing as the demoness did not obviously know of whom she was the situation remained comfortable enough. "I agree. The curse of mortality happens to lie in their wretchedness... their humanity. They hath their uses also, such as servitude and making this fine drop we art consuming in lue of such terrible weather no?" Still not entirely sure of what to make of the ebony haired woman the Goddess decidedly remained aloof, the eve was boring to say the least she was in dire need of added entertainment. Ara would do. She was easy upon the eye and had a humour that the Goddess appreciated. Draining what remained of her tankard the ashen skinned vampire made a move out of her seating. Not wanting to deal with the presence of the rhyming midget again the Mistress made the decision to chase down the barkeep on foot herself. "Shall I buy thee a drink?" Her tone was light and rather cordial, so very out of character for the woman that it would have been almost suspicious to those whom knew her. Fuck it, not a soul knew her here she could be whomever she liked and in the presence of this visually pleasing woman the nightwalker felt rather content. "But in sooth, how rude I am." Presenting her hand to the woman she gave a small smirk. "I hath not even imparted on thee my name. Which is Kaliyah Belicose. By what shall I call thee?" |
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| Ara | Aug 20 2008, 03:58 PM Post #6 |
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Ara responded to the vampire’s grin with a wry smile, unsure of what exactly she was insinuating- There was a sexual undertone to be sure, though something darker still which the demon felt familiar with even if she couldn’t put her proverbial finger on it. Fine then, she thought with mild amusement, Let the vampiric vixen keep her secrets. There wasn’t much that was sharable of her own affairs either, and two could play at that game. The demon’s smile widened as she noticed the comical scene unfolding behind them- It seemed the spent end of the cigarette that vampire had flicked away a moment ago had burned the neck of the large inebriate seated beside them, and he’d apparently taken it to be the antics of his tablemate. The puzzled patron did not look to be enjoying being pounded by his aggressor’s meaty fists as much as Ara did, however. She nodded in reply to her companion’s rhetorical question, still transfixed by the disorderly spectacle that had grown to include several more bar-goers. The vampire once again had her attention with the sudden offer to buy her a drink, and even more so the uncharacteristically warm way in which she’d said it. Ara glanced down into her half-filled cup before draining it so that at might at least be prudent for the lady to get her a refill. “Well the fact that I am quite capable of buying another myself aside,” she answered, already holding her emptied tankard out expectantly. “You may do what you wish.” Again, she would not pass up an act of “charity” whether it was necessary or not- Anything to get ahead. She blinked as the woman extended her hand in greeting, unused to mannerisms of acquaintance-making that didn’t involve a choice insult or slicing someone’s head off. Assuming she was expected to shake lady’s hand, she followed suit before gently taking the other’s in hers and kissing it in courtly fashion. Couldn’t allow ourselves to be trite and boring, now could we? Nor would she let the Siren get a step ahead of her, though she’d only be as polite as her company’s decorum held. “Ara,” she replied simply to the lady’s introduction. She truly had no other titles…Save for “heartless bitch” and the like of course, though she hardly thought them appropriate for the situation no matter how accurate they might be. A loud clatter once more drew Ara’s attention to the brawling bar patrons behind them, who had now tipped their table, sending all its contents to the floor and had taken to bashing each other’s heads in with their tankards, chairs, each other, or anything else they could get their hands on. She pursed her lip in grim amusement, scoffing at their clumsiness as they stumbled about the place, somehow succeeding in doing more harm to themselves than they were to each other. She turned back to the lady, attempting to make eye-contact with Kaliyah before she nodded towards the fray. “I see you’re a lady of the sword,” she said, signaling the weapon the vampire had belted to her side. She rested her hands on her own, her fingers idly trailing along the hilts of the twin blades sheathed at her sides. “What do you say we show these ruffians a real fight?” |
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| Kaliyah | Aug 22 2008, 02:59 PM Post #7 |
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Kaliyah felt a surprised yet present smile pull at her plump lips in response to Ara's spontaneous gesture, her lips were a source of warmth upon the deathly chill of her skin. A slight shiver ran down her spine as she promptly pulled her hand back into the familiar folds of her attire. Nodding shortly she proceeded to down the rest of her drink which is all they could really do in such a tiresomely monotonous place, with the rain continuing to barrel down in it's furious tirade the options were pretty limited as to how one could amuse themself. She found herself slightly perplexed at the newcomers attitude towards her. The deity had not been on the receiving end of flirtations from an attractive being in quite some time and struggled to reply in kind. Kaliyah was disconcerted with the experience and rebuked herself for the lack of decorum she displayed. Perhaps she was imagining it for she realised but a second later that Ara was far more captivated by the surrounds than the Goddess herself, it had been necessity nothing else that had brought her into this place and to Kali's table. "Ara? Well, pleased to make thine aquaintance I suppose." Replied the vampire Kaliyah with an nonchalant stare. It was moments later that her interest was occupied by the wayward stare of the demoness, apparently there was an ensuing tumble from the louts on the receiving end of her thoughtless littering. Insolent wretches, they were no better than caged swine. Still at least it brought a little bit of life to the surrounds, she was pleased the woman had invited her in on her plan. It would also give Kaliyah a chance to observe the demon witch in action, the vampire was intrigued to see that willow form contort and twist in a battle. It would be a pleasant sight for certain so with a fluid movement Kaliyah unsheathed her blade of fire. The sword's length crackled and snapped with glowing licks of flame, it sung to the vampire of it's desire to sear through flesh. "Aye, sounds like a splendid idea indeed. I must be kept on mine toes and battle ready- twould be beneficial. I am currently in a contest known as the Tournament of Shadows. Any practise I can get shalt be good. Not that thee wish to hear of my private affairs, boring as they are. But a fight shall be more than agreeable, lead on lady." Waiting for Ara to make her move towards the now squabbling patrons of the Giant's Inn Kaliyah gave her blade a testing thwack against the wooden length of the surface which had held their drinks. Not that wood was even close to the yielding flesh of an animated creature but it gave her pleasure to see the sword burn through it's hardness. The scent of smoke rising swiftly as the small, gnarled form of their waiter appeared again. His face set in a hilarious mask of horror and rage. "Stop that now, ye angry sow or I tell ye ther' shall be a row. Peace be 'ere, do ye'r hear, no one else need be in fear!" He swaggered around her knees jumping and hopping in a ever so comical fashion that Kaliyah could not help but laugh as she laid her leather boot firmly into his guts. The force of her well aimed kick sending him flying through the air, grey beard and hair streaming behind him as he landed loudly with a crash some way in the distance. The Goddess did not have the time nor patience to deal with the blubbering fool. He was lucky she had not severed his head from the compact little body he inhabited. "Be off with thee!" She mumbled to herself rather testily. She did not realise until a few moments later however, that she had just launched her convenient option of ready drinks far out of reach. Repressing a scowl Kaliyah found herself staring at the form of Ara rather gaudily, admiring the lean and taut muscles shifting under her attire as she moved. Ever the one to spur on a little friendly pace of competition the Goddess launched herself forwards with the speed of, well a vampire. |
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| Ara | Sep 24 2008, 03:08 PM Post #8 |
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[[OOC: Sorry I took so long, Missy Bee. >.< I promise I'll be faster from now on.]] Ara's features betrayed the tiniest hint of surprise, perhaps even mild terror as the vampire unsheathed a blade of living flame from her side. The sword crackled hungrily in the other's grasp, the heat from the flames that flickered and writhed around the blade warm against Ara's skin. Kaliyah was certainly more than she appeared to be- mere vampires hardly carried such weapons, nor any other folk of any usual nature for that matter; Ara pursed her lips determinedly, set on maintaining the upper hand in the coming fight, regardless of whatever sort of sorceress the lady might reveal herself to be- After all, she wasn't the only one with a few tricks up her sleeve. The demoness smirked at her opponent's almost nonchalant agreement- Something about the lady's tone suggested she was mocking her, as if she hardly considered her a threat. Ara bristled at the very insinuation, and she armed herself to match the other, both blades singing shrilly as she wrenched them from their sheathes. She smirked at the familiar sound of cold steel, the promise of death that reverberated through each razor edge before her tightening grip silenced them. Sure Ara meant no real damage to the lady in this diversion, but it didn't mean she wasn't willing to teach her a few painful lessons in the process...Besides, vampires could live through what mortals could not, even if they bled just the same. Ara's eyes glowed as the lady's firebrand cut clear through the table, the acrid scent of smoke and the faint protests of the withering wood strangely piercing to her senses. Kaliyah had made clear she was a force to be reckoned with, but Ara had no intention of giving her the pleasure of victory. The bloodsucker thinks herself invincible, no doubt, she thought bitterly as she watched the other pin the mousy barkeep to the floor with her boot. She couldn't help but chuckle behind her lips as the Kaliyah quickly dispatched the little man with a violent kick- Enemy though she might be at the present moment, Ara liked the lady's attitude, the unflinching cruelty and fiery confidence she recognized in her own self as well. That was the very trouble it seemed, as she felt there was certainly no room for two of her in this wretched world, let alone this very tavern. This duel would be a way to test the other, before Ara could put her in her place. She would not be slighted by the girl's biting tongue, nor her flaming weapon, and the last thing she would do was admit defeat. The demon's eyes narrowed, her muscles tensed in an instant to meet the vampire's lightning attack- Sparks flew from the burning blade as Ara caught it between her own, each scraping painfully as they grated against one another. She anchored her feet where she already stood in a fighting stance, and pushed back at the vampire with equal force, loosening the tension against her blades before shoving the other back to release the lock their crossed swords had made. She fixed the lady intently, twirling her blades experimentally in her hands as she readied herself for the next assault. "Game on then, is it?" Ara asked unconcernedly, an impish twinkle in her eyes. While the thrill of battle was entertainment enough, there was nothing she loved more than a good challenge...one she could win that is. The bar around them had almost fallen silent, apart from the scraping of chairs and scuffling of misplaced steps that told her some of the patrons were still trying to vacate the immediate area around the two women to join the spectators crowding around them. It seemed the appearance of Kaliyah's unusual sword alone had been enough to end the petty quarrel that had broken out earlier, and now all eyes were trained on the two, eager as well as apprehensive towards the unfolding spectacle. "I do hope that wasn't your best shot- 'Seems they're waiting for a real show," the demon continued, her icy eyes regarding the girl patronizingly as she scratched lazily at her neck with one of her swords, nodding in the general direction of the mesmerized faces behind them. "Come now, girl," she urged softly, her lips twisting into a wicked grin. "Come let me break you." |
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| Kaliyah | Oct 17 2008, 05:29 PM Post #9 |
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“Well now, one would certainly hope not.” She was glad the demon had caught her intial advance for how awkward would it have been for her to land the first searing blow like that? Kaliyah had little idea where Ara's skills lay or whether or not she could even fight. So, so many creatures had encountered Kaliyah only for want of battle, the desire to cross blades with a deity. It was something the woman tired of and the amusement had since long passed. Majority of the time her lively opponents possessed naught a speck of skill and the intelligence of donkey dung which made the mock fights comical and feigned to the utmost degree. Still the bloody Mistress prevailed with them, who was she to deny them the story of a life time, it was afterall good for her image and repute. "Break me? Surely thee jest little one. I shalt make thee ache for me once I be through.". The ruby lipped vixen sincerely hoped that this one was different. To lay her out cold or deliver unto her the gift of death in front of the growing crowd was not how she wished for this to end. Still if truth be told it was never an option the Goddess ignored. She reasoned however, if Ara could hold her own then an amusing little bout would ensue. In the end the vampire knew victory was always but a spell or few away. The demon obviously thought herself worthy of having a go so why spoil such a deluded idea. Given the profeciency of her first parry mixed with it's enthusiasm Kaliyah knew this one was foaming at the bit to see how they matched. A delicate image of a wild horse danced through her thoughts bucking and rearing and begging to be broken. That's how the lady likened her although she didn't think Ara was appreciate the comparison. Her heavy attire was not the most conventional of clothing to begin a joust with so without a moments hesitation the woman juggled her blades about before scorching the lavish lengths of material around her legs. The sumptuous amythst hued skirting fell away in a burnt mess revealing a set of two very long and strikingly pale legs. Deciding this was far more comfortable Kaliyah hurried to grasp her weapons back in their appropriate positioning with a well practised ease. Pushing forwards she used the two enkindled swords in a dual motion, their blazing lengths weaving the captivating of dances in the dim light of the inn. Striking out with her left hand to come in a sweeping arc around to Ara's right side she simultaneously brought the right to cross infront of her own body and outwards directly to the demon's gut. Now in the heat of the moment, no pun intended, the Goddess found herself acting like a well oiled machine. Hands and feet moved without thought as the smouldering sabers crackled loudly in anticipation, the very air around them fed the flames that licked against Ara's defense. Thrusting onwards and more forefully now Kaliyah turned up the heat bringing her weapons together to cross over her chest ready to slice clean through any apendage or object in her way. “I hope I hath not made the pant already? There'll more than enough time for that later I assure you." She inquired lightly refering obviously to the distorted and shimmering air about them which had thinned and risen quite considerably in temperature. Her voice was teasing and thick like poisoned toffee it treakled out in a seductive manner. Whether it was the lack of oxygen or the distinct fact that any woman bearing arms gave the vampire a thrill Kaliyah found herself enjoying the moment. Thinking to herself there were far better uses for the cool handled steel blades Ara used the lady did not let the thought distract her for too long. There were more important issues to attend to at present. |
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| Ara | Oct 18 2008, 05:13 PM Post #10 |
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Ara hardly blinked as the other shed her skirts, burning the rich fabrics away with a slice of her blade to reveal a pallid yet flawless flash of skin. She could have looked longer if Kaliyah's attacks weren't so pressing, as the vampire's sculpted form intrigued her, like a marble statue inviting admiration. Ara had to admit she hadn't expected the move that had now increased the fighter's mobility, though she supposed it surely wasn't unthinkable that the lady would end up losing her clothing in the demon's presence...just perhaps not this soon. Pulling her focus back into the fight, Ara swiftly parried Kaliyah's lightning strike with her right, and the swipe to her gut with her left. She thought it rather unfair that her opponent had taken up a second sword to match Ara's own, especially since the demon didn't have the fortune to have acquired such wonderfully devastating weapons- Apparently she wasn't deadly enough before when she'd had only one. Ara's cold, hardened blades were just as sharp as the witch's firebrands, though they certainly weren't as flashy, and a moment of jealousy flared up within her. Of course she could always take the enchanted weapons for her own once the witch had been subdued, as well as any other spoils she could extract from this little diversion- She always was itching to possess pretty things. "How tragic, you've ruined your party dress," Ara teased, unable to resist taking another shot at the lady's ego in the few seconds of stillness between their attacks. It was easy to see Kaliyah as some snobbish noblewoman, with her lavish attire, sickeningly eloquent speech and haughty air-She even danced on her feet like a sodding chorus girl! Perhaps she fancied herself some sort of goddess among the walking dead, but to the demon she was nothing more than an overpainted hellcat with an all-too-familiar penchant for competition. The fact that Kaliyah, like herself, had made it clear she had absolutely no intention of giving in, nor it seemed, could she even entertain the idea of failure infuriated Ara beyond measure. Ara's lips twitched at the witch's taunt, more roused by her suggestion of Ara's ineptitude than the suggestive manner in which it was conveyed. No matter- Even if the immortal had had as many lifetimes of practice as she, Ara had spirit, a resilient power that would only grow stronger with each blow, every lash it received. There was positively no way she'd let the stony strumpet win. "Just wait," she shot back, already retaliating with a swipe of her sword. "I'll warm even your blood, vampire." She backed her first attack with the second blade, aiming a savage swing at Kaliyah's midriff- She held nothing back now, hardly caring if she rent the lady's pretty flesh from her bones. Of course she'd likely heal any such damage in no time- And that realization made Ara even angrier. Though her devil soul might be virtually untouchable, the body Ara had come to call her own was not, and it was only the demon's magical prowess and years of conditioning that made her any less mortal than the slovenly fools watching this spectacle. Even so, she held no real desire to slay the vampire, and something told her Kaliyah would hesitate at the killing blow as well- There were worse things than death though, and Ara truly wanted no mercy from her opponent in the event she was struck down, somehow forced to bow to the creature's will. Unleashing a furious storm of strikes at her enemy's defenses to give herself some breathing room, Ara threw herself forward into a roll, her blades poised to avoid even the quickest counterattack. She kicked out at Kaliyah's footing as she rose to her feet, hoping to catch the other off-guard with her sudden advance. Crouching back into a defensive stance again, Ara slashed artfully at the woman's exposed thigh, swift enough to break the skin, yet not quite forceful enough that there was any danger of rendering Kaliyah limbless. "Having fun yet?" she asked, hoping she'd been the one to draw first blood. "I know I am." |
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| Kaliyah | Oct 29 2008, 07:34 PM Post #11 |
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Parrying, thrusting and swirling herself about their self made little arena Kaliyah found the woman's speed and hands to be acceptable enough for it was clear knew how to both attack and defend. It was rather unsettling to admit that Kaliyah had not predicted the woman's astute roll, not having an inclination to acrobatics herself the tumble had obviously put her off guard. And it was here she let herself slip, feeling the bite of cool steel sluicing through her flesh only to be served with a knock in the shins but seconds later was a little too much for the proud Goddess. Had she the life blood of a short-lived her cheeks may have coloured but instead she begrudged Ara a snort of derision at the tactile movement. Whilst it appeared more than obvious that the Lady did not wish to applaud the demoness the crowd certainly did, their drunken laughter and rancorous shouts of appreciation could be heard surely all the way to the mines of Iseh! A clear trail of the darkest crimson hue beaded against the ivory backdrop that was Kaliyah's flesh. First blood had been drawn and it was indeed at Ara's hand. Full, scarlet lips drew back to reveal stained fangs in an expression of what could only be warning or agitation. The cut had not been severe enough to cause any real damage but it was the embarassment that irked her. Slashing at the air in the utmost of contempt Kaliyah schooled herself into the abyss of calmness once again. Aware that if she allowed her temper and rage to guide her hands then a costly mistake could be made out of mere folly. "How gladened I am to see such petty entertainments amuse thine mind. Thou surely have led a most sheltered life if this be thine idea of fun." Dismissive in tone it would have been clear to those whom knew her more intimately that this was banter was just a rouse to cover her ill humour at Ara's advantagous attack. Had she been alone the Goddess more likely would have pouted and raged over the fact. But that was not the case. They were in fact in the middle of a bout and with the insult of first blood already gone to her foe Kaliyah was defiantly challenging her to attempt such galliant moves again. Advancing upon the demon, eyes set in the unfaltering gaze of determination with both her nubile swords lacing and criss crossing their way through the air the vampire pelted a fiery rain of controlled fury against Ara. She turned up the heat by adding to her attack the aide of strength and speed. "At least I know when thee art collared and chained upon my altar place I shan't have to do much to amuse thee." (OOC: Sorry I didn't realise that I had switched from one to two blades but bought another fire one to rectify and appologise additionally about the craptacularness and short naturedness but I am just trying to get something up instead of leaving it for a long time without posting >.< ) |
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| Ara | Nov 9 2008, 06:21 AM Post #12 |
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[[No worries. It's better than no post  ]]Ara smirked upon seeing the success of her strike, her chest swelling with the cheers of the crowd. Her eyes flashed gleefully at the sight of her enemy's blood, dark and tainting against Kaliyah's white skin. The demon simply smiled knowingly at the vampire's snarl, morbidly pleased to see she had vexed her opponent more than even her angered slash to the air betrayed. Ara had undermined the immortal, and the lady's little tantrum had proven she had cracked the surface. Ara could feel the other's ire as clearly as she could feel the heat from her blades, and she fed off it, emboldened by her own little victory. She would show Kaliyah she was far from untouchable, that even she couldn't always win. The demon was surprised to find herself backing up subconsciously, as if she expected a furious retaliation from her foe. She guessed her ego had gotten the better of her for a moment, as the attack she had sensed came swiftly and without warning as Kaliyah wove a firestorm before her with her blades. Ara continued to retreat with the vampire's advance, evading and parrying every blow as best she could. Her confidence faded in an instant, replaced by a heightened alertness and rising sense of panic- Ara now gripped her blades more securely, feeling each violent hit from her opponent's jar the metal, releasing a spray of sparks from where Kaliyah's swords cut deep nicks into the edges. The vibrations carried through even Ara's thick bones and taut muscles, threatening to turn her limbs to jelly under the onslaught. Ara struggled to keep her footing now too, her steps faltering as she navigated through the filth, stools, and broken cups that littered the floor of the tavern behind her. She wracked her brain for what had changed so quickly, what had gone wrong- Why was she having so much more trouble staving off her opponent's attacks? One moment, she had possessed the speed to best the girl, and the other, she was being beaten back by the wench, whose speed and strength seemed to have tripled. Ara growled as Kaliyah's blades bit into hers once more, the flames wreathing the devil swords warming the metal of her own, bathing the battered edges in a reddish glow. The demon winced as the hilt of her weapons grew hot in her hands, grimacing as she felt her palms begin to blister and burn. The cheating witch must have used dark magics to augment her abilities, to give her power past the blessings of her kind, even. Eyes wide in anger and alarm, Ara managed to catch her enemy's blade between her own, twisting it cruelly to lock the vampire's sword against hers before she sidestepped her. Using the built up momentum of Kaliyah's attacks against her, Ara used her free sword to push against the locked one, releasing the hold she'd created in an attempt to send Kaliyah sprawling forward into the counter. Not waiting to see whether Kaliyah had fallen or not, the demon danced away to put distance between them, giving herself a respite from the vampire's attacks. She was panting with the exertion of the fight now, beads of sweat glistening on her skin and clinging to her midnight hair. Her lips twitched in irritation, her eyes alight with the wildness of an enraged animal. She quickly checked her hands to make sure there was no permanent damage done before turning her gaze to her enemy once more. The metal had almost cooled in her hands already, but the wench had nearly burned her. Roaring savagely, Ara grabbed hold of the nearest table, her anger and demonic strength fueling her as she tipped the contents from it and hurled it across the room towards the vampire. "Use your magic and your fiery toys if you like," she spat, tightening her blistered fingers around her weapons once more. "But neither will spare you. Burn me anywhere it matters, and I'll make sure I scar that pretty flesh of yours so deeply even your stolen blood cannot repair it." |
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| Kaliyah | Nov 15 2008, 05:59 PM Post #13 |
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Ara's sweet ire was rewarded with little more than delight from the Goddess as a rich pealing laughter tumbled from between those ruby lips. Admiring the way those salty droplets of sweat had risen upon her soft skin, beading and rolling into crevices as gravity demanded Kaliyah realised she herself still remained impossibly cool and untouched by these laws of men. It would appear the undead and indeed stolen blood that coursed through her icy veins had not deemed it necessary to warm in response to their little duel. The air was thick and humid with the added heat from her fiery blades making the arena a touch to stiffling for some. Where at the beginning many had been crowded around as an enthralled audience it had now dwindled to the most intoxicated whom couldn't have moved if they wanted to and the most bloodthirsty louts, whom really enjoyed to scene that was being played out. It was not unusual for this sort of occurance to transpire in the Dwarves to Giants Inn for the combination of alcohol and varied personalities almost called for such behaviour. No, the peculiarity lie in presence of the actual individuals whom were caught up in their tiff. Even if most were unaware of the fact that they were in the presence of a deity they would soon come to realise their error. As the demoness decided to hurl stout table across the now disheveled room Kaliyah's laughter pittered to an end. Dark eyes swivelling to narrow in on Ara's own azure ones she had a single thought. This stupid childe truly thinks she can win this thing. How quaint. A slender hand rose in a theatrical movement before twisting and contorting in an odd gesture. An instant later the offending table which had required the energy and rage of an annoyed demon to launch towards her inexplicably froze midway upon it's course of destruction. The powers came so easily to the woman with little more than picturing it in her mind the deed was done. Telekenisis could be useful at times she supposed. Soon enough Ara would have to realise that this little charade was under the pale Mistress's control and that she would merely be a puppet to dance about on the stage at Kaliyah's bidding. “Oh I shalt use whatever I please and truth be in mine words when I say there ist a life time of arsenal at my fingertips. Burning wouldst be the least of thine worries should I decide thee to be too impudent for mine liking. Don't thee think it daft to believe thou art capable of besting a Goddess, hmm? Try if thee wish but know that in the end defeat is all that thou shalt win from the tussle." As if to demonstrate her point further Kaliyah focused her attention and gaze unfixedly upon the space before her, the air shimmered and rippled but not in the same manner it had in response to her heated blades. No this was far different and the area began to produce a shrill, keening noise that seemed to grow in fevour by the second. Kaliyah was clearly the instigator of it all as a crimson glow eminated from her fingertips and flowed erratically towards the halted table. Sending tendrils of magic down into the ground she secured herself smugly, her wolf like fangs were bared in her efforts whilst her magic produced a crescendo then all of a sudden a loud and tumultous booming noise calpped deafeningly. It was now that the very fabrics of space distorted and morphed into a greedy Black Hole sucking into it's endless gullet both the table, a couple of unfortunate bystanders and whatever unattached debris and items it could consume. And that was that. With a snap of her spindly fingers the summoned chasm was gone. These displays could last all day- the divinity could if it pleased her showcase her skills all evening like a spoilt child paraded their toys. "Try me poppet. I promise I can repair anything. Even thee once thou art broken." |
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| Ara | Nov 17 2008, 02:30 PM Post #14 |
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Ara froze when the table did, watching blankly as it suddenly hung suspended for a moment in midair as if held there by a string. The motion from Kaliyah's outstretched hand made it clear it was an act of telekinesis, the ability of only the most powerful sorceresses indeed. She drowned any apprehension she felt in her anger, her nails tearing into her own palms where her fists tightened on her weapons. She had expected the table to explode, shatter violently into a thousand splinters upon the other's back, and her opponent's motion to deny her that seemed now more insulting than any taunt the witch had spewed before this. The demon could think of nothing to do but stand there fuming while the vampire spoke. She somehow easily dismissed the fact that Kaliyah was indeed the Goddess of Death, a truth Ara did not doubt for a moment- Nor did she believe Kaliyah's claim to a thousand means of torture and agony was a lie, but she simply would not turn tail and run. Besides, she'd been fighting the vampire all this time, and the Goddesses' mere declaration of her status would not change her as an adversary- It would explain a few things, however. Ara paused again, captivated by the next feat the sorceress was performing, helpless to watch expectantly as the air rippled before them like heat waves that produced a banshee scream in their infernal vibrations, a terrible whine that rose to fill the room. Ara covered her ears that ached now as if they would bleed, grounding herself against the passing shockwave that suddenly burst from the shimmering air with a resounding boom. For a moment, it seemed the very air had been ripped asunder, as a swirling hole appeared where the noise had begun. The tavern suddenly howled with an unearthly wind, one that threatened to carry everything in the room with it into the depths of the darkened hellhole. The floating mouth claimed the nearest tables, tankards, and benches in an instant, ravenously devouring the closest drunkards and the mousey barkeep himself before it vanished again at the Goddess' command like a door snapping shut against the storm. Ara extracted her blades from where she'd jammed them into the floorboards to anchor herself, her heavy breathing audible in the room that was eerily quiet with the sudden departure of the noise, emptier now that the phenomenon had gone as quickly as it had come. Ara tensed her muscles defiantly the moment she felt tiny quavering of uncertainty rattle her limbs, banishing any nervous shaking before it could begin. Her opponent had clearly demonstrated something out of Ara's reach for sure, unfathomable to most, positively nightmarish by all accounts. She wasn't entirely sure what it was she'd just witnessed Kaliyah create, but it was obviously intended to be more than a little showy and instill her with fear. She refused to let such parlor tricks deter her. The first signs of life reclaimed the tavern as the frenzied rattling and petrified babbling emanated from a corner of the room behind Ara, sounds which told her any poor wretches that had been left alive were now trying to get as far away from the premise as possible, stumbling over fallen furniture and other wreckage as they fled to the door. Her eyes were still locked on the vampiress, but her heightened senses told her someone had definitely wet themselves. And with good reason, she admitted. Though the demon was quite used to winning against all manner of fearsome beasts, she'd never even considered what might happen if she ever crossed blades with one of the few most powerful creatures in all of Avalon- And now she had. Any sense of reason Ara had would tell her even she couldn’t win against a deity, that the odds were obviously, insurmountably against her. Somewhere along the line, what had started as nothing more than a violent diversion had, without warning escalated to another level entirely, a challenge the demon had never been faced with before. If she willed it, the Goddess could crush Ara like an insect beneath her boot, instantly, without regret- Kaliyah had made sure she knew that now, that it was only her value as a plaything in the vampire’s eyes that kept her alive. And yet, knowing that just made her want to prove herself more than any wordplay the wench had spurred her with before. She positively shook now, not out of fear but of the deepest hatred and boundless contempt for the crimson-clad devil that stood haughtily before her…The way her black eyes glittered as if nothing could touch her, the smug smile upon her ruby lips, the accented voice that dripped with arrogance beyond that of the highest queen- They overcame Ara with the urge to assail Kaliyah with blow upon blow until she struck her down, ruined her pride, ripped it from her chest, broke it and took it for her own…It was maddening. Had she met the Goddess under other circumstances, Ara might have revered her, respected and appreciated the dark beauty of her command over Death itself rather than envied it. But it was not the deity in all her glory she saw before her, but an enemy, worthy and daunting, the likes of which she had never seen before. The only desire in her cold heart now was to strike as hard and fast as she could until she’d felled her opponent, or fell herself trying. “Break me then, if you can,” she managed at last, her harsh voice trembling with rage. “But I will never bow willingly, even to you, Goddess…I would have been content to fight with simple swords as any mortal ruffian here, but now that you’ve revealed yourself, it is time I do the same.” Directing all her focus inwards, Ara felt the barriers of the human psyche that bound her begin to fall away, a hellish power rising within her as she prepared to unleash her demon form. A darkness began to gather around Ara like a fog, swirling from her feet to enshroud her completely in a blackness deeper than the moonless night. Creeping midnight tendrils snaked out to extinguish the last surviving candles, whip-like as they snapped back to their mistress’ center. Two more tendrils of shadow shot into the air, sprouting branches like a poisonous vine before they took the shape of great, leathery wings. White hot orbs burned from the cloud that veiled Ara’s eyes, and razor-sharp spindles grew from her fingertips. The demon grew to tower to three times her mortal height, slashing away to pieces any furniture that still crowded the room. The haze of shadow shifted to reveal the completed transformation, a hellish humanoid of blackened flesh, singed into hardened hide. Ara bared her white fangs, roaring ferociously as she fixed Kaliyah with a gaze that called for her blood. The time for play was over. The demon launched herself at the vampire, slashing madly with her deadly talons. Her unearthly eyes burned lingering trails into the blackness as she sprang towards Kaliyah, cracking the weathered floorboards beneath her as she wove towards her target, her gaping maw headed straight for her victim’s neck. |
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| Kaliyah | Feb 27 2009, 08:33 PM Post #15 |
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The darkness was all consuming now the feeble light of the last candles had been doused. Luckily for the two parties involved their inherent superiority of sight assured them of no difficulties in seeing. Ara exploded into gigantuous proportions, Kaliyah found herself looking on in curiosity and interest as a set of animal like wings burst forth. There was little left of their surrounds but bedlam and choas made worse by the fact all patronage had either been consumed by the vacuum of the vampire's doing or turned on their heels and fled. Only to escape the madness which unravelled more swiftly by the moment. No doubt word of their escapades already flew through the air with all the usual embellishments and bravado of one whom survived the tale. Kaliyah found it all to be rather wonderful.The demoness had at last revealed in an exciting flurry of movement her true form. Her humanoid mask had shattered into a mess of rage leaving behind a new entity. Or perhaps, upon further consideration it twas a very old one. With that said the transition did not appear to be a smooth one. The vampire had reason to believe that the sort of process whereby your physical form contorts itself to at least three times it's original size had to be for the most part unpleasant. From the clinging spindles of the shadows a voracious beast emerged that headed directly towards her throat, it's gaping jowls parting to unearth a infinite pit of nothingness . Who would have thought that such a night was to begin this way, and then indeed who knew where it'd end? She guessed at the fact the time for hand forged weapons had long since ended, this demon's presence demonstrated the fact that mortal blades would be all but useless against the intangible entity. Her sheer anger and size leant to the notion that something far different would be required. A fanciful thought crept unbidden through the mind of the Goddess a breath before the momentum of Ara's form came in cavalcade across the space that seperated them. Why not let the terrible beast have her own way? The thrill of battle could be ever so amusing but then again so could submission. She knew that the demoness would rather be sent deep into the bowels of hellfire than ever yield to her superiority, Ara had attested to this by vowing such a thing prior. That was fine. But Kaliyah had no wish to dispose of this creature permanently- beautiful beast that it was. No, no. What a waste of perfectly good entertainment! What would the fevoured cretin do when faced with the reality of docility and no resistance? Try as she might, the demon would not be able to slay the imortal Goddess and any damage rained down upon her corporeal form would be mended in an instant. Oh and there would be damage, of this Kaliyah was sure, she almost looked forwards to it. The vehemence required to loose control on her cool composure of a human body was no small feat, the unleashing of the demonic form promised this. Ara's ghoulish and glowing orbs left their dancing trail of light in the murky haze as she came blazing forwards. Her rage and ferociousness was a powerful force, almost tangible upon the Goddess's tongue. The vampire's tongue tasted the air as shredding talons came into contact with pliable flesh. It took little effort to sluice through the silken skin of her abdomen revealing muscle and deep tissue that for moments did not bleed. Peeps and snippets of what could have been internal organs poked through the the mess and then a cascade of deep, almost ebony coloured arterial blood gushed forth. The arousing scent of freshly spilled clarret combined with the intoxicating and excrutiating pain of her torn gut caused the deathly pale woman almost moisten between the thighs. The darkness covered the presence of a demented, maniacal grin that was determindly plastered over her alabaster features. The thought of being tossed about as easily as a child's doll in the mouth of a hell hound caused her breath to become heated and shallow. Her garb was in tatters, her milk white skin smeared with crimson as she felt the last remnance of sanity fetter to the furthest reaches of her mind. Behind her the sound of wood could be heard crunching and snapping under the pressure of their weight. A feeble attempt to stay herself was forgotten as trickling thoughts meandered through her depraved head. Let the fool sup from her veins. It made little difference in the end for once the demon had it's fill of her divine blood it would never be able to vanquish the thirst for more. Baring her sharp teeth into the blackness that surrounded them she arched her neck further and twistedly sank back into the oblivion that was. "Thee shalt bow to me one day little one." She stoked the demon's anger, her thick voice rasping and gravelly in tones that belied a primal pain. Her choking laughter bubbled through the gloom as she groped steadily forwards into the deathly grasp of her attacker. There would be no delicay here for they were both damned. |
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