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| The Color Red; P: Kioku | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 26 2008, 09:57 AM (392 Views) | |
| Achar | Sep 26 2008, 09:57 AM Post #1 |
I'm not insane...just socially hostile.
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”La…lala…lala…laaaa…” Tap. Tap. Tap. Foot-steps echo through the dark caverns. An old trail of blood leads the way to the main chamber, the house of the Goddess. Vengeance rests in these halls, powerful and hateful, always seeking to do undeserved pain to the world. The strength to sunder Avalon, to force men to their knees in fear, doesn’t do much to frighten one dark soul. He stalks loudly through the temple, following his sense of blood-lust to where she resides. A shimmering blade drags across the stone walls, screeching painfully and sending sparks flying, giving some light to the dreary realm. In the blackness he blends in perfectly, clothing as dark as night, however the pale flesh that adorns his muscle and bones sticks out with obvious clarity. It is the skin of a man that avoids the sun, preferring the company of shadows. ”My, oh my,” his voice carries, soft and sweet with a deadly underlying tone. “It is dreadfully dark…and damp…This isn’t a very comfortable home.” Again he speaks, words coming from delicate lips, somehow warm and cold at the same time. If one could be subdued by the sound of a voice, his would be an adoring rose amongst wilting dandelions. It hardly seemed befitting of the ice-blooded man, his movements poised and features so lovely. A true thorn he was, decorated with loveliness and casting a façade for all to see. ”My little goddess,” he sang, path now having brought him to the center of the temple. ”Where do you hide, my pretty flower…stained red with the blood of others.” A hand rises to grasp the wide-brimmed hat that adorns his head, pushing it up slightly so that the crimson orbs that rest in his face could glance about more freely. The knife in his other hand comes up to his bottom lip, tapping it gently as he turns about, rotating on the heel of his right foot. ”Kioku, oh Kioku,” he goes on once more, ”You are here, I know it, I do…You have a smell, you know, yes…of course you do…The smell of vengeance incarnate, m hm, that’s it… It has been such a long spell since we spoke last…I do miss that joyful company,” Achar chimes with a grin. Stopping his little twirl, he focuses his sights on another entrance to the room. ”Time to play, I think…I’ve been bored, awfully bored.” He lifts up the knife and flicks his wrist with little effort, sending the sharp blade flying. ”Achar is here, my doll.” |
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| Kioku | Sep 26 2008, 01:24 PM Post #2 |
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She did so like the color red. Even now it stained her palms, thick fleshy remnants spilling from her hands. It did not hit the ground however, rather it was lapped up by a most unnatural of beasts. Unnatural in both its own kind and in general. The hell steed was a tall, stocky thing, its fur a sickening green, a tangled mess being its main. Above all the smoke rising from its breath, and the sparks emitted by its hooves, and the sharp canine teeth happily consuming mortal flesh. It was his own fault really, silly little paladins. Or whatever, Kioku stopped caring about what hey called themselves these days. Supposedly pure hearted morals out to slay such an evil goddess as herself. If they wanted evil, well they ain't seen nothing yet. The goddess laughed at her own sport. It was feeding time in her macabre little zoo. The cat and dog gnawed happily upon bones and the hell steed upon bloody flesh. What a regular little cleaning crew they all were. Her coat was tossed upon the stone steps, but she didn't seem to notice the cold. In fact, she did not, the icy plains were her birthplace and she lived within them even now. As if it had been nothing but that frosted breeze the goddess barely shifted her gaze as a dagger came soaring into her vision. Instead of rearing up like a regular horse might, the shadowy steed before her only rose its lips in a snarl. Kioku laughed. Her hand rose, blood covered still, as she plucked the dagger from the air. Waving her beasts off with a single gesture she strode over to meet her 'guest'. "Ah how long its been. Fancy another round do you?" |
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| Achar | Sep 28 2008, 08:45 AM Post #3 |
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A soft hum esacped the demon's lips. "My lovely flower," he said, arm crossing his abdomen as he bowed. "It is such a treat to see you again, oh yes...Were you entertained with those brave followers of light?" Achar tilted his head back, a thin grin spread across his pale face. "I smelt their holy blood long ago...They were so hell bent on finding you, oh yes...I even gave them directions...Indeed they were much obliged and didn't even give me a second thought." His right hand twitched and another blade slid down from underneath his sleeve and in between his lithe fingers. "Oh, another round...I'd be delighted. The world can be so dull and you are such a fun doll you are." His left hand rose and took ahold of the brim of his hat. Carefully he removed it from his head and tossed it across the room onto the same steps that Kioku's coat rested upon. With a soft laugh he held his left hand, palm open, towards the goddess. It turned inwards then out again, several thin blades resting between dangerous fingers. "If you would be so kind...bleed for me," he said softly, almost in a begging sort of tone before his right hand jerked up and sent a dagger flying once more. It'd take more than that to bring the crimson from Kioku's body. Without hesitation he stepped forward and his left hand followed, swinging around with four blades aimed to leave deep marks in the little goddess' face. "These walls need new paint, my Lady Vengeance!" |
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| Kioku | Oct 1 2008, 09:08 PM Post #4 |
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The dagger swayed lightly in hand, she was in no hurray after all. For the gods time was of no importance anyways. Kioku had decided that all the myths and legends surrounding Avalon's deities could be true after all. Obviously she had not died yet, none could surpass her! That didn't mean she couldn't still have fun now and then, after all every one of her scars had been allowed. For the sake of drama, of course. Even the chip of one fang had been not from outright skill of an opponent but because she let them manage to strike her. All in all the goddess was a mite masochistic. If only because it was so priceless to see the look on their faces when all their best hopes were answered. Even more fun was to shatter them, after all Kioku couldn't let one get too confident. It was bad for the reputation. "It's never really a surprise to have guests such as they. Got to come slay the evil goddess and whatnot. My pets were hungry though, so for their sake I suppose a thank you is in order." Playing with the dagger still, she gave no other outward indication that she was preparing for a fight. Of course, Kioku never did strike a pose or give out war cries. There was a difference between wonderfully dramatic and sickeningly cliche'. A foot lashed out to send bloodied bones clattering against the wall. As if she were clearing a path for their 'battlefield.' "Oh how I'd hate to be a bore." She chimed, her voice light with utter sarcasm. By now one would know that she served only herself and cared not for the opinions of others. But enough chatter, there was a battle to be had, no? With a grin to show fangs, she dropped the assassin's knife. Letting it slam home into the stone floor of her cave she decided it an apt sign of round two's beginning as any. "Tsk, you'll have to fight for that." The goddess had never been one to give things away for free, not unless she'd gained some satisfaction or need for it later. Out of the kindness of her own heart was not a term used with this particular goddess. Ah, but what fun they were to have here today! It was a small task to catch the second dagger thrown, fingers wrapping about the hilt as she stepped to meet him half way. Why, she might not even use a spell to fry him to a crisp this time. "That it does! Let's make a pretty little picture then, shall we?" Her nails were nearly talons themselves, and it was this simple little number that she brought about to cut rather than the sword at her hip. |
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| Achar | May 15 2009, 01:34 PM Post #5 |
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Achar didn’t consider himself outmatched. The thought never crossed his mind actually. To fight a goddess…that was suicide to most. To him…well, it was just pure fun. It wasn’t for anything more than amusement. Even if it brought him to near death, left him bloodied on the floor, he would keep on grinning, always having fun. Kioku was a great deal like him. She fought just for fun. He knew very well she toyed with her prey before ultimately tearing them to shreds. She might even let them land a blow or two, let them see what her blood looked like, but they wouldn’t be able to tell others…they’d be dead soon afterwards. Achar sought her blood…but not for any sort of gloating purposes…merely to see her bleed. The little goddess was such a fascinating lass. There wasn’t another like her, there couldn’t be. She was just as sadistic as he was, killing to kill, just wanting to see blood. A sly grin decorated his face. “I’ll want that blade back,” he whispered softly as the two were about to clash. Her deadly claws came around aiming to decapitate the shade and end the battle prematurely. Achar brought his left hand up to intercept her own, looking to grasp the goddess by the wrist and leave her open to his right hand. Four blades were prepped to tear into her smooth flesh. “Oh, how I’ve missed that voice of yours,” he hummed with a chuckle as he brought his face down close to hers. As he brought his eyes down to her level, his right hand lashed forward at her chest. He could feel the cold emanating from her skin. An icy, cold hearted dealer of war and vengeance. Such a beautiful little creature she was. It would be such a shame if she was removed from the world. He couldn’t possibly allow that to happen. The shade found that he was drawn to her in such an unusual way. Perhaps even enough so to follow her very whims and commands. He already saw her as his goddess, despite their very violent attitude towards each other. “Bleed for me.” |
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| Kioku | May 15 2009, 04:33 PM Post #6 |
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So they were as two peas in a pod, or whatever the saying was. Kioku never paid attention to metaphors and anecdotes. There was only the battle, the blood, her own fun through this. And how she loved displaying her power. Holding lives in the palm of her hands, it was so very gratifying. Why, she could pass for Death if she so wished. But War, was much more fun. And it caused death! Kioku was all about win win situations. Wins of her victories of course. After all, there was no greater purpose than to stomp down all too weak to oppose her. Well, she thought so, many tended to disagree. But those gods were gone, those fighters of 'greater good' were dead. Only she remained, a fact to further boost her ego as she remained unbeatable. "Ah." She tsked softly. "Ye'll have to fight for both." A fanged grin would follow, as she brought her claws around to rend cold flesh. Yes, she knew of their likenesses. Two demonic creatures hailed from blizzard and tundra, impenetrable cold and purest white. The goddess laughed, such pure domains to hail from and considered such dark creatures. Was it ironic? Kioku could care less. Her wrist was claimed by the shade, a capture obviously allowed by the goddess. Judging by her expression she was quite amused. "Is that all you missed?" All fanged, her (pun intended of course) wolfish grin would broaden. Ah, she liked it when they got close. Too often they would try to cut her down with gigantic swords (of which she was sure they were compensating for something), or throw some spell at her. How dull, but she enjoyed fighting with one of similar tastes as she. Though one hand was caught, the other would whisk upwards, talons striking against blades, cutting the daggers in halves. "It's been so long, don't tell me you've lost your touch." |
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| Achar | May 16 2009, 12:31 AM Post #7 |
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The cold goddess was such a lovely thing. Achar couldn’t help but be infatuated with her. She was the most interesting being he had stumbled across in these lands. She provided such great amusement, not only with her willingness to ‘play’ with the shade, but that she was the embodiment of war. The demonic lass was the bringer of destruction and death, taking battle to the land. Not only could she give him lives to take, she even allowed him to try his hand at her flesh. Such great gifts…Kioku was such a giving goddess. Achar was oh so humbled by such ‘kindness,’ if one could even associate such a word with her. How could he possibly repay her? Perhaps with his blood. Drawing in close to her was a delightful thing. “Oh, I’ve missed much more,” he mused, left hand pushing away from the wrist he had grabbed. Slender fingers brushed across her face as he stepped backwards for a moment. Claw had met blade and the knives in his right hand were now split in two. Achar examined his weapons for a second before dropping them with a laugh. “Well…maybe you can inspire me to remember that touch once more,” he said coolly before flicking his right hand and several more blades took the place of the ones lost. As he stepped back into her guard, the shade got down to her level once more, head taking lead. Foolish as he was, the killer wasn’t attempting to win…the only purpose was to draw blood, that was what the entire matter was about. Also, he knew the goddess would let him get as close as he wanted. As such, he took advantage of that. He knew she was a cocky one…it was so attractive. Achar brought his face close to hers, cheek sliding against her own as his lips came near her ear. “What makes you so…unique?” He whispered as he soon lashed out with his right hand once more. Achar didn’t expect to strike. She could and probably would counter as she did before. That didn’t matter. Just being as close as he was to her was enough of a thrill to the shade. |
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| Kioku | May 17 2009, 07:55 PM Post #8 |
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Such praise yet unspoken. Ah, but she knew that demeanor, that tone. And she, of course, gained quite an ego boost from it. Flashing a fanged grin, she would allow him to get closer. Yes even as close as he wanted. Why? Despite her reputation, the goddess was a sensual being, she had no shyness or grand desires for personal space. She was ... predator, femme fatal if one impressed her enough. On the other hand however, well, war thought herself surpassing other so much that she had no confidence that they could handle her. And of course, she had her games. Whatever it takes to win, yeah? "I have a confession." She nearly purred, talon tipped fingers gracing lightly across his own as broken blades were discarded. "You are quite the rarity. I feel as though we could become close friends." She leaned back, flexing hands to become more wicked claws. This method of combat was however quite new, Kioku had never been one for hand to hand. But she wished not to draw her own blade at this point in time. And magic right now would ruin the fun. The goddess seemed to give no counter as the shade pressed closer, blades once more appearing as if from thin air and aiming to cut her throat. Abruptly however both hands would press, shoulder and chest, before she flipped him over her back entirely. Though she had no doubts that he was light on his feet, if he wasn't careful he'd be ass to the floor and blood on rock. |
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| Achar | May 18 2009, 03:23 AM Post #9 |
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The shade couldn’t help but grin at her words. She did know how to make one feel important, in a way. That sort of feeling was…rare to the dark spirit. An ego he had not…he rarely thought of himself in such ways. He was unusual as most would consider, for the only feeling that propelled the killer forward was joy. The joy of the kill, of rending flesh from bone and creating his own masterful works of bloody art. Other than that joy, most feelings were void of existing. There wasn’t sadness or anger. He did not self-loathe nor self-indulge. A single-minded being…however complicated at the same time. She allowed him to be close, a thrill sending chills up his spine. Then suddenly he felt his body grow light as he was moving forward. Kioku flipped Achar entirely over her body, sending him flying a few feet. This was unusual, but the shade wasn’t so easily caught off guard or wouldn’t allow himself to be upstaged in this display. He worked to correct his form quickly, drawing his upper body up and dropping his feet. Nimbly he touched down and without a moment’s hesitation the shade melted into the shadows, gone from sight. The shadows danced as the cave’s lightning waved back and forth. With a chuckle a single hand rose up from the floor and took hold of the first dagger he lost. Silently it retreated back and the dark one moved once more. Next he directed his attention towards the war goddess once more. Achar came to her feet and rose up from the darkness, encircling her like a snake until his body regained its usual shape. The shade positioned himself behind the goddess, left hand wrapping around her thin waist whilst he right, daggers bared like his very own talons, slinked over her shoulder and his arm rested around her neck. He knew better than to think he could catch her off guard or be able to actually hurt the lovely flower, but she wasn’t taking the fight completely seriously…it was more like a sadistic form of flirtation. “So,” he whispered, lips resting close to her ear, body pressed against hers, “how close?” |
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| Kioku | May 24 2009, 08:43 PM Post #10 |
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Already she would turn, not one to leave her back facing an opponent. Though she never truly could be placed at a disadvantage. Such a notion was ... inconceivable, she did wish to see how he corrected his flight. If it had been up to gravity, or the forces of nature, there would have been a resounding crash as shade collided with stone and ice and bone. He was not thrown to the other side of the room however, landing simply on his feet. Even before she had finished turning about, the shade was simply thus. Ah, he was fast! The goddess was quiet pleased. Few were the occasions in which one could simply keep up with her. Much less move faster than she had, without effort. Maybe she would put forth a little more effort of her own for the fight ahead. Golden eyes held a drifting gaze all too casually across the temple floor. Shadows, ah, he truly was a shade then. Kioku never used such magics herself. The closest similarity being the act of invisibility. Can't hit what you can't see, cause panic in chaotic blood letting from seemingly no where. Such were the games of a war goddess. But entirely discarded for the bout at hand. She turned, a hand motioning the fallen dagger to move. Just a little tease one could say. But the slender weapon halted its path, allowing itself to be replaced in the grasp of a shade. A hand rose as it gave a sweeping motion towards the flickering flames. It stilled them, allowing the dim glow to remain steady once more. Her view would drift down, watching the advancing shadows. She did not even attempt to evade. After all, it was not as if anything could kill her, and she never feared combat. The shadows soon coursed about her, rising swiftly. "Now that, friend, is entirely up to you." She grinned, a hand rising, a thumb flicking across a blade. A gift perhaps, the goddess was willing to oblige. |
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| Achar | Jun 26 2009, 02:13 PM Post #11 |
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Achar hummed with absolute delight at the goddess’s teasing ways. She was such a doll…a sweet rose, with thorns deadlier than any he had known. It was a careful game he played with the whimsical embodiment of war. At a moment’s notice she could let her mood change, her curiosity of him shift into an unfavorable direction and that would be that. The shade didn’t want ‘that’ to happen. An end to his rich lifestyle of endless bloodsport…well…that just wouldn’t do. He enjoyed living, almost as much as he found such pure thrill of taking the lives of others. With an almost purring sound he brought the blade to his lips. A flick of his slender tongue wisped the blood from the steel, the taste of copper filling his mouth. Joyfully he shuddered…such a delight. Though… “That was such a tease, my flower…don’t tease…no no…that I certainly do not like…I want more…much more…you could be so kind, couldn’t you?” Yes…a giving goddess…that was what they would say about Kioku…though what she gave wasn’t always what everyone wanted. Achar knew what he wanted…his soul burned with yearning for it. Softly he chuckled, removing the knife from his lips and let its cold blade slide with the flat side against her creamy skin, down the nape of her neck. What would he rather do now? Slit that thin, lovely throat and watch her life spill upon the floor? Such a thing wouldn’t happen. Kioku was the ruler of war, a destroyer of life. To be killed in such a manner would be unconceivable. However…that wasn’t truly what he desired. No…deeper, he didn’t want her death. Then the fun would be over…he couldn’t have that. “Little rose…so soft…so lovely…that was a small gift…A giving, but selfish goddess, oh yes,” he murmured playfully. Red eyes drifted down her frame. A cute little plaything she could make. He wasn’t generally a fellow of the most common desires. Causing bloodshed was he chosen vice…but he did permit his mind to wander and his passions yearn for the simpler things from time to time. Few would intrigue his curiosity, however, as much as this one did. ”All alone down here…does this little flower not feel lonely,” he whispered. ”I could imagine not…with so much power and free will…you could do anything, be anywhere…with just a thought, hmmmm?...Power…so addicting…attractive…isn’t it?” |
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| Kioku | Jun 26 2009, 03:38 PM Post #12 |
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So many fights in the infinite lifetime of a deity, she had to make them different from time to time. Anyways as she generally initiated followers though war they'd already had that fight. So why not a darker form of combat such as this? Surely with all the ways she allowed him to get close, others who'd wished the same before were deathly jealous. The thought almost caused the goddess to chuckle. She didn't sleep around, but that didn't mean she could not tease and make slick promises to gain those she deemed worthy enough to call 'ally'. And yet ... well, immortal or no even a goddess had their wants. It was only a matter of finding one worthy enough and capable of sating her. Who knew what this 'battle' may reap as reward. Now this she did give a wry smirk over. It was few who received even the smallest gift of tasting god's blood. Many said just the smallest taste was enough to drive one to madness. A power unlike any other consuming their very being until it overloaded and shut down. Still others said it would grant them powers far beyond others. Whither any of this was true or not however ... well that was up to her. Her blood it was, she controlled what it did! Even when residing on the blade of a knife. For the time being it did nothing. Except perhaps cause a yearning for more. The blood from sliced digits already ceased, the tiny wound closing on their own. Her pain threshold was so high that she didn't even feel it. "Kind?" She laughed softly. "What do I get in return?" As of late the goddess had become a little less selfish. Now it was all about give and take. Kioku left the question in the air for now. Now now, what could she possibly give the shade in order for her gift to be deemed satisfactory? What a point to ponder. The goddess tilted her head, allowing the blade to press closer, perilously to the neck. There as something to be said about cold steel that even the goddess could admit to enjoying. Aye, was nothing more trustworthy in the world than good steel. "Ah, but they say power isn't everything." She laughed aloud at this. "Its those without power who say it, no?" She leaned back, lounging her slender weight upon him. One could call it an intimate gesture if they ever believed lady war was capable of such things. But a hand rose to sweep aside ivory locks. Like a cat priding its newly washed fur, the goddess prided her appearance thusly. Even with magic, blood was so annoying to draw out of pure white. With a sly laugh she took her hand again his and drew the blade slowly across her throat. |
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| Achar | Jun 27 2009, 01:29 PM Post #13 |
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The shade hummed with delight at the goddess’s words. This was such a treat. It seemed all the hard work he put forth in his illustrious career of killing and more killing was finally paying off as he had garnished a small bit of Kioku’s attention. That was enough of a reward for the killer. Few were like the dark spirit…an absolutely chaotic being with a mindset barely logical to most views. All he did was bring death for seemingly no purpose other than for his own humor. However…this dangerous demon that he happened to have his slim arms around had drawn out another emotion from the normally sadist shade. It would seem a dangerous thing for Achar to feel not only his normal desire for bloodshed, but lust as well. Certainly a unique painting of carnage could be drawn from those desires intertwining. That wouldn’t be the case with this one. The goddess was far more powerful than he could possibly be. That wasn’t intimidating…he didn’t feel fear…even if his life was barely acknowledgeable to her power. Just the small bit of fun he was having now quelled any sort of base instinct for self preservation. He felt her weight lean against him, an odd gesture from one usually in a dominate state. It made him chuckle. “Oh…you want something?...My oh my…now…what could I give one such as yourself?...My life, perhaps?...Perhaps not…it is not worth much…dog food, yes,” he said with a soft laugh. He knew he wasn’t worth much to her…maybe a tad more alive than dead. At least as he breathed and the blood coursed through his veins, he could do what she desired. Her hand guided his own, dragging the razor sharp blade down her neck and across her throat. Immediately the muscles in his arm and hand tensed, the instinct to press the knife hard against the tender flesh, to cut deep and draw a river of blood, but he checked the motion and only applied a small amount of pressure. It would enough to slit skin, perhaps draw blood…but not bring about her death…if that was even conceivable. Achar tightened his grip on her, his free arm wrapping tightly around her waist, pressing her body against his own. “It seems as if you’ve given quite a bit to me already…such precious little gifts…but still….I want more…Alas…you wish for something in return…What I wonder?...I can offer…few things…Pain…pleasure…there is not much I am good at.” The shade slid his free hand up her waist, fingers dragging across her body, pulling cloth with them as they moved. He was so close to her…a thrill few would even hope to understand. The uncertainty of it all made it even more exciting. Perhaps she would get bored and be done with him…or lead him on further…he couldn’t read her…she was far too clever to let that happen. ”What if…I wanted more than blood? |
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| Kioku | Jun 27 2009, 03:49 PM Post #14 |
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Blood ... Few were the occasions in which she allowed it to be spilled by others. Unless, of course, she deemed a dramatic effect necessary. Ah how twisted were her ways in gaining amusement. They were not so different. Not only in this but in their natures as beings of chill and shadow, blood and blade. Perhaps that was what inspired her this night. The battle was not truly thus, far darker things than a mere test of skill had been placed onto the agenda now. Would the mood of the volatile goddess change however? Who was to say. Those who attempted to guess the war goddess's motives often wound up severely disappointed. Or worse, dead. Then again, none ever appealed to the goddess as much as this shade seemed to. Was such a thing a blessing or curse? Or was she merely being a tease... Time was the only thing that could tell. Every hint of motion she could feel. From the tense of the arm and faint twitch of the hand. None had been allowed to get so close to the goddess and despite a, dare anyone say, vulnerable position, she remained amused. Of course, she was an intimidating goddess, her volatile nature causing almost everyone to walk on eggshells about her, at least at some point. Still, as much as she was predator, was power, was war incarnate, too was she completely a woman. Did she miss the touch of another in ways not speaking of steel rending flesh or magi coursing through veins? Truth was she never much thought o it. Ah she had tempted others n order to gain what mere intimidation could not. But she'd never acted on any further impulse. After all a goddess did have her reputation to keep. Men would fight for that which was the most unobtainable to them. If she ever wanted anyone she'd not admit it. or at least not so plainly. Such things held no relationship to emotion for her. There was only the pure, physical, desire. She grinned as both blood and steel coursed down flesh. The blood streamed steadily down, soaking into the collar of her shirt, continuing a path down until at last it pooled silently in the snow. It was not a huge amount, the blood, but it was unmistakable. The minute pool of shimmering crimson halted just at her feet. Her voice would take on a far darker tone as she gave a low laugh. "Why not both." This was not a question, her tone growing lower with each word. Sometimes ... not even War could resist temptation. |
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| Achar | Jul 3 2009, 02:07 PM Post #15 |
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I'm not insane...just socially hostile.
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Whether or not Kioku was being a tease…mattered not to the shade. Even as a tease it was still quite delightful. Achar hadn’t found another that was so much fun. Though, his life wasn’t exactly guaranteed. This one was fickle and as many women do, her mood changes with a whim. He could be on her ‘good’ side now and quickly find himself impaled upon several of her lovely talons. Not a pleasant thought…not to most anyways. However, the idea of death and blood appealed to the killer and his own end being met at her hands wasn’t such a bad way to go, as long as he got to have a bit of fun before it was all over. That delicious crimson flowed down her pale flesh. He hummed with utter delight at the sight, his lips moving close to her neck. “Oh…you are a giving one,” he whispered, purring into her ear. His blade halted, resting against her skin, pressing just barely deeper into the slight wound. It would hardly prove much inconvenience to the goddess…such a small cut. However, it did enlighten the shade as to her tolerance on him. He knew she wouldn’t allow herself to be in a vulnerable position. Achar felt himself a tad special this day. Grinning, his free hand drifted up her waist to her chest, cupping one of her breasts within his fingers. He’d see how far he could take this. “So…you’re a bit of a…freak, hm? I guess…I could mix a bit of…pleasure and pain…” Achar chuckled, loosening his grip on the blade until it dropped from his hand and into the snow. The cold steel rested within the small pool of blood, looking like a murder weapon irresponsibly left behind by a killer. The shade drug his fingers across her neck, smearing the blood around her porcelain skin. His chin rested lightly on her shoulder as he reached around, licking his fingertips with soft laugh. “Mmmm…” Achar’s other hand dropped to her side, clasping her around the waist and quickly jerking her light body around to face him. Tightly he held both arms around her, keeping the goddess close. Testing, he brushed his lips against hers, curious to see what sort of action the war incarnate might take against the bold killer. ”Such a tasty little flower…” |
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