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| Glorfindel | Dec 17 2008, 12:50 PM Post #1 |
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It had been an winding and trying journey back to Indrea from Gramarye and the Yseulte Mountains. Sent there on a mission to recover a piece of the ruby formations within the Eye of the Ralruan, Glorfindel of the White Blood had encountered one of his High-Elven race. A woman, that much was for certain, of his kind had challenged him during his attack on the Eye and had discovered just why he had lived to be over nine millenia old. She was no doubt older than her stunning appearance betrayed, but not nearly as experienced nor as skilled as the Elf-Demon, whose own extensive natural physical abilities took a tenfold improvement when he accepted his Pact with the Dark Prince: the deominc entity now inhabiting his body. He now carried her on his shoulders, bound hand and foot, wrapped in a thick bolt of cloth stolen so he coudl smuggle the elf-woman off of Gramarye. He had kept her alive, slipping her scraps of food and such from inns and stalls, so that he could bring to his hideout one of his own kind and break her like he'd been broken by the Prince. He passed under the portculis to the Castle's courtyard, taking a brief glimpse at the corpse of Adrianne, a Shade whom he had attempted to break but failed and thus had to dispose of her. He had hope that this wouldn't be the same case, for it would be very unfortunate to kill one of his own kind. He entered the castle and wove his way through until he reached the throne room, the doors opening wide. Unwrapping the elf-woman from the cloth, he haphazardly tossed her to the ground beside his throne. Her hands, bound behind her back, would no doubt take the brunt of his fall. Then, he reached into his jacket and took out the ruby he'd carved from the Eye. What a speciman it was. He sat down upon his throne as he examined it. Cut in a perfect pentagram shape, it had no flaws or scratches or rough upon its surface. He had done well in procuring this priceless artifact, for now he was one step closer to attaining he and the Prince's goal of the return of the Great Evil of the North: Reman Monotheril. |
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| Aoni | Dec 18 2008, 06:34 AM Post #2 |
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The journey from Gramarye and the Yseulte mountains to Indrea was undoubtedly a hard one, but under the current conditions, for Aoni the journey was even harsher due to the fact that she'd been forced to Indrea as a hostage. She only had 3 things to be grateful for, 1: she'd never had to tire herself as she'd been carried, 2: she had been kept fed, and 3: shed spnt most of it in a self induced sleep to aide her self healing abilities. The impact of her flesh contacting roughly with the ground jolted her back into consciousness. She bit back any curses that she was tempted to utter as pain travelled up through her hands and to her arms. Glaring hatefully at Glorfindel she watched as he examined his prize. It was obviously something valuable....assumingly powerful, but her foul temper killed any interest she had, instead she focused on her new surroundings. To most this place would have seemed impressive, perhaps even an honour to be in not only a castle but the throne room. She wondered if her captor owned this place, or was it his masters dwelling. Either way she had more important things to be getting on with. For one doing something about these bonds, they had already drew blood from tightness and chaffing. Bored with sitting unoticed in silence was something that Aoni was beginning to tire of. "Your not a very good host you know....its rude to ignore your guests" her voice was laced with sarcasm, but the hatred that had burned so brightly now only smoldered a little below the surface. It frustrated her that besides hating him, she now found him curiously interesting, like a puzzle to be solved, and although evil his power was alluring, and a side within herself that had until now remained dormant, was begginning to stir. Aoni didnt know it yet but a change had already begun, dark prophecies foretold long ago at her birth were on their way to being fufilled. A small few knew about the immense power that lay hidden unbe-known to her, equally suited to strongly benefitting good or evil. Glorfindel had yet to learn his captives name, so for the time being they were both equally unaware of the destructive potential within their grasp. The question is what would she choose. |
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| Glorfindel | Dec 21 2008, 09:14 AM Post #3 |
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OoC: There might be some powerplaying in this post, so don't go ballistic. IC: "Silence", slithered Glorfindel, his attention being drawn back to his prisoner, "You are lucky that I am not peeling the flesh off of your bones and using my healing magics to keep you an inch from death, elf. You attempted to stop me from an objective, you were nothing more than an obstacle. I have broken many into my service toward my Lord and the Demon within me, my beautiful rose. They were each a means to an end. Those that resisted, like the shade you might've seen hanging from the town gates as we entered, were killed so that this machine could continue to my ultimate goal." "Your impertinence and impetuousness should have cost you a horrible death at my hand", he snarled, placing the ruby upon an arm of his throne and rising, walking around the elf-woman and standing on her side opposite the chair he was seated in. He drew White Blood, his massive demonic zweihander, and speared the ground with it mere inches from one of her exposed thighs, "I should have taken my blade and plunged it into your heart", he snarled quietly, crouching and then seizing her face in his left hand, which was not holding his sword, "and then corrupted this holy blade I now wear at my side to my own ends....but I felt a curiosity to let you continue living." He released her face, unbuckled the Valiant Sword at his side, and then tossed it away far across the room so she could have no hope of getting to it. "Perhaps it was my old elven blood flowing through my veins, vainly attempting to force out the corruption within my very fundamental soul", he mused softly, ignoring the elf-woman as if she wasn't there but then he turned back to her, "You fought better than I anticipated. Perhaps that was why I let your petty, pathetic existence persist and not those of the guards I slaughtered those days ago. But you still irked me, and I still had a thought of tearing you asunder while still alive for your intrusion." He seized her face yet again, but this time forced her to turn back toward him as he pushed her head hard against the side of his throne, her bound hands absorbing some of the impact on her back. Her tied legs splaying out together at an angle curling in toward her body from her left, from her boots to her knees. He elevated her head slightly, cutting off some of the airflow but still allowing enough for her to maintain consciousness. "I have a question for you, my sweet, tender blossom", jeered Glorfindel as he planted a hard kiss upon her lips on her pinned head, "Do you want to die, or do you wish to live?" Edited by Glorfindel, Dec 21 2008, 09:54 AM.
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| Aoni | Dec 21 2008, 09:51 AM Post #4 |
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OOC - there may also be some slight powerplaying - so dont go ballistic :p Aoni watched as Glorfindel stalked round her, and listened in stony silence to his threats. She resisted the urge to wince when he first grabbed her face. But couldnt help but flinch on the second time. The next thing she knew was that her airflow was being constricted. She could still breathe without choking, but only barely. Rage and shock flared within her when she felt Glorfindels lips briefly on hers. Glaring at him she quickly tried to decide which would be the better option, out of living or dying. Her words came out in short gasps, but her tone was serious. "Glorfindel...I choose life - you pathetic worm.....thats if your man enough to handle that" A smug look came across her face,she'd show him that she wouldnt be broken. He was stronger than her by far, but using the last of her magical energy she lunged forward from Glorfindels control. Her lips roughly saught his. For a few seconds they seemed froze in a kiss, and his hold weakened enough for her to bite down hard, upon his lower lip, drawing blood. "So..you do bleed" Edited by Aoni, Dec 21 2008, 09:59 AM.
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| Glorfindel | Dec 21 2008, 11:35 AM Post #5 |
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She used the last of her strength to lunge at Glorfindel and kiss him like he'd kissed her. Except this time, she bit down on his lower lip and drew blood. She mocked him, mocked the man who held her life in the palm of his hand. "You've got guts", he mused, standing and dislodging White Blood, "perhaps I shall see what they look like....after we have some amusements out of you!" He strode around to her otherside and gave her a vicious kick in the head. However, he held back enough to keep her from being knocked unconscious. No, he could begin the real rounds of fun he would have with this high elf. She would suffer a bit before he stripped her of her dignity and tore her pride asunder. For now, he would play with her, as well as vent his fury toward her injuring him. He grabbed her by her arms, still bound behind her, and then hurled her some thirty feet in front of the throne. Then, he came forward from the dais the throne was mounted upon and kicked the prone high elf in the rib. He then pressed his right boot into her neck, depriving her of oxygen for a good few seconds before releasing her to gasp for breath and struggle against her bonds. But he was not finished. Picking her up once more, he tossed her back toward the throne, the elf-woman hitting the back of the chair and hitting the armrests with a thud. Mounting the dais, he grabbed the pentangle ruby and then grabbed her hair, pulling up to bare her neck. However, he didn't slit her throat using the sharp points. Instead, he cut deep into her left cheek, carving an X shape onto her flesh. (that can become a scar or not, your choice) |
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| Aoni | Dec 21 2008, 12:04 PM Post #6 |
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Aoni's humour was short lived as Glorfindel saught revenge for his ego. An explosion of pain from within her head had her vision whirling. After being hurled, Aoni landed with a heavy thud, wincing at the pain in her back and arms. But there was worse to come. A sharp boot to the ribs winded her, which wasnt helped by Glorfindel seizing the opurtunity to further cut off her airflow. Before she had time to regain her breath yet again she was flung across the room hitting the throne armrests .A small whimper escaped her lips which she quickly bit back. Before she comprehend what was happening Glorfindel had pulled her head back by her hair, exposing her throat, thankfully that wasnt what he did cut. The blade bit into Aoni's skin, gritting her teeth together the younger elf refused to give him the satisfaction of letting him hear her pain. Oh but it hurt, so very much. When it was over she glared at her captor murderously. Keeping the eye contact maintained she focused on using her natural healing abilities, which although weakened were still strong enough to heal the x shaped cut that he'd made. "Glorfindel" she spat and continued, with words laced with venom, "I hate you...laugh while you can - one day you'll be in my place, maybe not to me, but I promise you one day you'll die and it wont be pleasent" She paused to allow her breathe to even itself out before continuing with a snarl, "Do you really think your own master will keep you forever...once your bested - he'll throw you aside. If your so powerful then it would be you as supreme master - but all you are is a leech who takes your power from your lord...your nothing more than a worm" She was fully aware that he would most likely torture her some more for her 'honesty' but if she was going to die anyway then she didnt care. |
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| Glorfindel | Dec 22 2008, 03:09 AM Post #7 |
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Glorfindel chuckled at Aoni's remark that he would be discarded by his master. It was only her naivette that she didn't know that he was possessed by his Master's strongest of servants, and thus could not be cast aside simply because the Dark Prince was too valuable an asset to the Master. This high elf's insolence, however, was boring the millenia-old elf-demon, and he decided to play around with her a little more before beginning the breaking process. "The Pact I forged with the Dark Prince, little elf", snarled Glorfindel into the elf-woman's pointed ear, "cannot be broken by either of us. So I cannot be 'discarded' like you seemed to think unless someone forcibly tears us apart. However, the ripples of energy from separating two beings of such power like me and the Prince would be more than enough to shatter this castle we are in! So I would suggest you choose your words more carefully next time, lest I finally let Him out and allow him to grant you the 'mercy' of a painful death spanning several days." Pulling the elf-woman by her hair, Glorfindel tossed her across the room once more and sat down upon his throne, holding the ruby he'd mined from the Eye, leaving the elf to languish in her pain and perhaps cry out of sorrow that she was at such an abomination's mercy. He sat examining it for another few minutes, for the woman wasn't going anywhere tied like she was, and then he sat it back upon the armrest at his side and rose, making his way toward his captive once more. He nudged her over onto her back and untied her wrists and ankles, but went to work before she could react and attempt to escape. Reaching around her chest, the elf-demon untied and undid the elf-woman's clasps on her shirt, deftly removing it and then roughly taking her breast-coverings off. Rebinding her hands behind her back, her pushed her hard onto the ground, bare chest and all, and then began on her lower body. Removing her knee-high boots, her feet were bared followed by her undergarments, for she did not wear pants(that's what I'm going with). Now completely naked, any sense of dignity this elf had would begin to vanish. Retying her ankles and adding-on by binding the elf-woman's knees, he fastened a very long length of rope to the coil binding her feet. Holding the end in one hand, Glorfindel jumped high into the air, going through the rungs of a chandilier hanging them a good forty feet, and then came back down, tying the rope down and hoisting the elf-woman up into the air, upside-down, bound, and naked for all the world to see. "Now....lets get started, shall we", sneered the powerful elf-demon Glorfindel, threading a long bullwhip from within his jacket and cracking it for effect. (make your next post in the MA board, if you will.) Edited by Glorfindel, Dec 22 2008, 05:55 AM.
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| Aoni | Dec 23 2008, 06:54 AM Post #8 |
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OOC - 1stly I know this is going to be below the word limit because its only a OOC comment but ill edit later after the MA posts. Erm...I dont know how to post in the MA board becos I havnt posted in there before lol. Secondly at sum point Glorfindel I will need u to make Aoni unconscious so when she wakes up she'll be evil - have decided that when she turns evil she will follow u - becos she wants to not because you've made her., but that might work out better for you because she'll be more loyal as her evil side will genuinely like/want you. But up until then have ur fun - except no raping without warning please. And yes I know I could have said all this in a pm...but ish in a lazy mood 
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| Sidarthas Monotheril | Dec 23 2008, 09:03 AM Post #9 |
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OoC: She'll be knocked-out at some point, probably. Still you need to continue this in the MA board as it's your turn to post and all that. Just go to the forum and post a topic using this topic's title and *cont* somewhere in there. Password to the forum is "Mine", as well. |
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