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| Nowe | Feb 24 2009, 06:45 AM Post #1 |
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So... this is death, huh? Well... I'm not really afraid of it. But... I atleast would have desired to live longer. [theme: let go by frou frou] There was only gloom in the dim tent on the beaches of the Coral Cove, the sunset within the horizon as the 'deity' laid upon his back within the black safehouse that flaky shook in the breeze. He was completely covered by a sheet, a rag upon his skull as he suffered from such horrible weakness. How? Deities weren't supposed to suffer from mortals weakness. They didn't get sick. ... Did they? He shifted under his covers, his eyesight blurred as the soundless blasting in his head echoed in his ears, the headache not going away. He hadn't eaten in a few days, and his clothing had been tarnished. Somehow however, he had ended up looking similar to his old street rat appearance, his hair unkept, his frame small and in poverty. "R-..." He whimpered, turning on his side. Kioku was so going to laugh at him now. |
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| Liutte | Feb 24 2009, 07:16 AM Post #2 |
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For now, Rufus would remain in the tent alone, wallowing in his misery as Liutte sat boredly outside, boiling some water from the open sea, making it fit for human consumption or similar use. The sounds of crackling flames could be heard audibly in the still, silent air, Liutte's shuffling every so often assuring that he had not abandoned his sick elder brother. This bitter silence continued for a few minutes longer, that is, until Rufus grunted out a single sound, causing Liutte to retreat back into their shared tent, a rather dingy looking pot with steam rising from it's open head resting against the palms of Liutte's delicate hands, his flesh burning red from the heat. "Did you say something?" he asked in a calm, soft tone, not wanting to disturb Rufus in any manner, or cause his head to ache harder due to excessive noise. Resting the rusting metal pot against the ground, Liutte would perch himself beside it, sitting atop folded, clothed legs. "Here, maybe this will help your head a bit," Liutte offered, reaching forward to peel off the used cloth upon Rufus's forehead, groping at the material to test the density of water it contained. It was rather dry, and wasting no time, Liutte dowsed his hands into the boiled water, drenching the towel to heat it once more, wincing slightly from the lapping of the controlled ripples within the pot against his peeling, burning hands. Raising the heavy object into the air, the blond wrang it out, the extra contents flowing back into the pot before he loomed over the cranium of Rufus, his brother, and gently placed the towel back onto his forehead. |
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| Nowe | Feb 24 2009, 07:26 AM Post #3 |
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He winced from the pain, the heat upon his skull wasn't exactly soothing at first, before the warmth set in. He stared starry eyed at the youth, Liutte, his younger blood brother. A weak smile curved upon his lips as he sighed under his breathe, coughing roughly. Well, he did try to say something. But there wasn't much to say now. Ruru... Was what he thought, something that he couldn't handle much. He was hurting internally and mentally. From sudden defeat in ironic karma in Avalon, to the death of his beloved Oruru, the murderer none other than the old slave master's brother. The deity had responded by murdering each and every person within the family line, wiping them out from existence in revenge. But such didn't bring back the young boy. He smiled softly, turning his head back up to the youth and shaking his head softly. Well, there was no need to dwell on the past much. Depression wasn't suited for the sickly, right? "No... nothing... how long has it been?" |
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| Liutte | Feb 24 2009, 07:41 AM Post #4 |
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The wince caused Liutte's feminine blond eyebrows to dip down in distaste, his facial expression softening into pity. "Don't be a wuss," the younger brother criticized, although, Rufus had more knowledge than anyone else upon the world of Liutte's mannerisms and behavior. Hard, cold words generally were said in good intention, and thus was the young boy's strange way of going about displaying his affection. Particularly now, that cold tone paired with a concerned face, obviously exhibited that Liutte was most likely killing himself from drowning in worry over his dearest brother's health. "No... nothing... how long has it been?" The question was simple enough, and such dialog would cause the freckled teen to dispose of the thought that Rufus had been attempting to talk earlier. "I'm not sure, you've been asleep for most of last night and today," Liutte would remark, glancing over his shoulder at the slit that had been left from the boy's frame passing through the opening of the tent, the dim, evening glow of the moon above filtering through the tiny creases. "But you still haven't eaten at all, you know. I think you're going to kill yourself before whatever you have eats you alive," he'd remind in a stern, yet somehow soft tone. Leaning forward, Liutte would carefully place his ear over Rufus's chest, sighing a bit as he located the wheezing sounds that rustled within his brother's weakened lungs. "Breathe harder, I want to hear you." |
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| Nowe | Feb 24 2009, 07:55 AM Post #5 |
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The comment of him being a wuss caused him to slowly chuckle beneath his lips. His face was tired in appearance, and his dark blue hair fell over his brow. Generally, he didn't want to lay here helplessly, so he would attempt to sit only to find his muscles refused to budge at all. Yet, the warmth of his brother against his chest caused him to frown softly, his eyes becoming blank with some sort of distant disdain. "Get off me..." He muttered under his breath, turning his head the opposite direction as he frowned coldly. He wouldn't look at him. But... rather, he did breath. His chest heaved up, and he exhaled sharply before coughing again, wincing from the pain in his gut. But now he slowly pushed himself to sit up, using his elbows as props and pulling his upper body up. He coughed again, his right eye closed as he gritted his teeth and stared out from his left. After sitting up there was nothing to do but huff in exhaustion, his head cloudy and becoming dizzy. "Tsk..." |
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| Liutte | Feb 24 2009, 08:51 AM Post #6 |
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He ignored Rufus's request of Liutte to cease his actions of laying gently on top of his brother's chest, it was for the sick man's own good that the blond continued with his physical examination. The test breath would prove to the makeshift doctor that Rufus's lungs were in a greatly hindered condition. The oxygen rattled within his lungs, making the insides sound eerily hollow and damaged, causing the corners of Liutte's mouth to crease as he frowned in lost hope. However, the freckled boy's position would be forcefully altered as Rufus would exhibit a fighting chance as he propped his torso up upon sturdy elbows, bringing his upper half into an unimpressive sitting position. Due to this, Liutte would lose his stance, his spine straightening as he teetered atop his folded legs, staring at Rufus with an expression of slight agitation. "You know, stressing yourself out like this isn't going to help you, you ungrateful bastard," Liutte muttered in obvious annoyance, pivoting his hips in place to turn his body around, facing away from the struggling "deity" as his wide, light-seeking pupils scanned the mess within the tent for something to force Rufus to eat, mostly as punishment, but also as a hopeful way of making his body stronger. Liutte would shift onto all fours, turning and exposing his rear to Rufus as he crawled out of the tent, only to rearrive a few seconds later, a canteen attached to a string dangling from his front teeth as he firmly held the fibers in place, the liquid container making a slushing sound as he waggled back into the area he was seated upon before, suggesting that the object contained liquids. Most likely, though, it wasn't water, as the water Liutte had been using was boiled from the sea, and tainted with sweat from the towel that was pressed to Rufus's forehead in an attempt to soothe him. "Here, it's not food, but it's orange juice. I've been keeping it cold by putting it outside at night..." Liutte reassured, making himself comfortable by sitting down beside his brother's laying area. The blond had never been fond of water anyways, and much preferred the comfort of fresh orange juice. This liquid was most likely a bit aged, and from when the pair left the Fincayra castle, although was undoubtedly still cool due to the current season's freezing nights. Holding out the canteen, Liutte dangled the contents in front of Rufus's face, holding the object by it's string as it rhythmically rocked back and forth, the young boy obviously attempting to coax and tease the older male to drink the juice. Liutte was not unaware that once he offered the canteen, he would be unable to drink the orange juice, in fear of whatever the ailment that plagued his brother was contagious. |
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| Nowe | Feb 24 2009, 11:53 AM Post #7 |
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As he listened, Eifel could only but help shift upwards with a frown, uncomfortable by the boy on him. What did he think he was, a doctor? While of course the youth was skilled at healing, he doubted that he was actually any good at figuring medical situations out. It was most likely beyond him, and he was just toying around for the hell of it. He grimaced as he stared, watching him as he watched him. "Ungrateful? Let's remember who changed your sheets when you pissed yourself..." He mumbled weakly, enough for the venom on his tongue to lash out and possibly damage the boys pride. Eifel was feeling somewhat depressed by all this, of course, but he still had his sharp and quick tongue. That muscle would never grow tired. "...?" He stared, watching the boy wag his rear at him with no shame as he waggled out, the deity frowning as he waited. When the other arrived back in with his canteen, Eifel could only contort his mouth in a sideways thin line. Did he really want it? Well, his mouth was rather dry, and not excepting it would make him seem a bit more ungrateful then his was, so... "Fine." Grumbling he slowly grasped the item, before moving it to his lips and drinking what he could. Hopefully it wouldn't all come back up in some nasty liquid throw up. Who knew, truthfully. It could come back up right now to be frank. |
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| Liutte | Feb 26 2009, 10:23 AM Post #8 |
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Liutte, of all people, should have known that no sickness would ever conquer Rufus's harsh, venomous tongue, and thus the blond vampire would give a tiny wince in pain at the cold words, before narrowing his bright blue eyes, thin eyebrows knitting downwards as he prepared some sort of counter attack. "It's not like you did it because you wanted to. I could just leave you here, you know," Liutte threatened, although it was obvious that the blood-lusting young teenager wouldn't ever abandon the godly older brother, not only in fear for being stricken down, but also for the love he held for the other boy, deep within his heart, which he obviously coated with a love-hate relationship, as to not act so obvious. And thus the retrieving of the canteen would undergo, and the dangling of the item from the long, strong string it clung to. Liutte didn't doubt that his eldest brother would take the orange juice offering, and of course he was proven right as Rufus would swig the contents of the canteen rather skeptically, both parties most likely a bit weary at the prospect of the liquid all coming back up, and getting everywhere within the tent. Despite being a vampire, human foods was also very important to Liutte's survival, and due to the lack of life out where they were... the act of hunting down something to suck the living daylights out of was a bit harder than usual, and thus perhaps allowing Rufus to contaminate his orange juice with potential deadly germs was most likely not the wisest decision, but a sacrifice all the same. "Don't throw up on my canteen, please," the blond would whine a bit in a low, queasy tone, displeased by the visual in his mind of vomit getting within his canteen. However, rather than watch and wait for some sort of reaction within the deity's body, Liutte would lay down on his side, rolling over to expose his back to Rufus, laying upon the ground beside the pile of blankets that made up a bed for the possibly contagious shape-shifter. The vampire boy wasn't precisely concerned on his sleeping quarters, although was growing tired from tending to Rufus. |
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| Nowe | Feb 26 2009, 04:16 PM Post #9 |
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"..." Mercutio turned his head with a small frown, his eyes closing as he shifted in his sitting. He would contemplate what was going on. Didn't... Disease and Illness fall under Nature? Such a thought crossed his mind, and the deity shifted to lay still. He would allow his eyes to open as he gave small exhales, his body relaxing. And of course, he would attempt to work his godly essence. Teeth sunk into his lower lip as he focused his mind, concentration on the areas in which 'hurt'. Nature, being such an advanced realm, worked in his favor. 'Cease.' A simple thought within his mind, the overpowering control over his ability would relieve himself of the pain, the organisms in which effected his body retreating or dying off. After this was completed he gave a large exhale, his eyes staring at the roof of the tent before he shifted to a stand, moving out of the tent as he yawned. He stood upon the sands with some pain left residing, however his health was slowly returning back to it's normal state. He shifted to stare up at the sky and smiled. "...Hmph. You're a fool, Mercutio." |
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| Liutte | Feb 27 2009, 06:08 AM Post #10 |
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It seemed the delicate blond boy had fallen asleep as soon as his vampiric body had been put to rest, heavy eyelids sliding over solid, though suddenly distant, blue irises, his chest expanding as he filled it with his last heavy breath before exhaling, succumbing to slumber. Liutte seemed to be in a comatose-esque state, totally separated from the living environment around him, instead floating among dreams which played out in segments and scenes within his head. They were most likely rather disturbing, such as hunting and feeding upon the luscious blood of a young human, or other blood-related fantasies. Despite the lust he had for the substance, Liutte had comparably impressive self control around tasty, warm-blooded creatures than most vampires in novel fictions, or living vampires that walked among the Earth, blending in with society. Due to the young teen's sleep, he was unaware that the ailment-carrying older brother was healing himself with advanced magical concepts, relating to his domain of rule. Liutte was not unaware of Rufus's status, but payed little attention to it, other than hidden desires of taking a few gulps of godly blood, which he would never voice due to the shame he took in wishing to harm Rufus in any manner. Although the two did have a famed love-hate relationship, the hate could never be taken to such a level as physically hindering each other, or perhaps that was simply Liutte's perspective. The party of two were more so a bickering old couple, perhaps, with venomous comments and general dislike to a noticeable degree, but both boys most likely also shared the fact that deep within their emotions, although coated with stone and ice, they genuinely cared for each other with an exceptionally strong sibling bond. It was doubtless that Liutte was fully aware of the rather... sexual and romantic love he held for Rufus, but pressing these thoughts and desires onto the older sibling would prove too embarrassing for Liutte, despite being a rather outspoken young male. Right, so, he's asleep. |
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| Nowe | Feb 27 2009, 08:16 AM Post #11 |
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It... wasn't like he didn't know. Oh, he knew. No doubt he knew. However he ignored it most of the time, as to not cause himself an emotional breakdown. The boy looked just like Oruru, too much actually. Yet their personality was never the same, and it remained the only thing that kept him in reality. First Laivyn, then Oruru... he couldn't keep doing this. He was hurting himself, and he sat upon the beach in a simple daze in contemplation of what he should be doing, or thinking. And he stopped. His head shifting to the left as he glanced inside the tent at the sleeping boy. Frame shifted to crawl back into the confines, eyes glazed over to stare down at the side of the sunkissed skin, the deity open his hands and knees with the youth below him. Leaning in he could only brush his lips against the side of Liutte's cheek, eyes closed briefly before reopening as he pulled away. Barely a kiss, before he turning and moved away back at his side of the tent, plopping down and falling asleep. Well, tomorrow always would be better, of course. |
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| Liutte | Feb 27 2009, 09:00 AM Post #12 |
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Liutte would remain totally unaware as Rufus went about his pondering minutes, and upon the man's arrival back into the sibling's shared tent, the signs of weakness and affection that the deity would display would also be unregistered to Liutte's mind, which was at peace now that the boy had been granted sleep. However, the gentle brush of hot lips against cooling skin did disturb the boy slightly, the sensation of ever so gentle friction being granted to him in his dreams quite randomly. Due to the vampire's sleeping schedule, which was quite like a humanoid's other than the more lightened dependence upon the act to replenish energy, the blond would remain soundlessly asleep for the rest of the night. As the moon went down over the horizon and the sun arose in the opposite, the flimsy walls of the tent would be bathed in sunlight, casting beams of warmth onto the hot-blooded vampire, stirring him a bit due to the sudden brightness within his dreams due to the red sheet of blindness provided from light filtering through closed eyelids. A yawn would jerk Liutte's limbs and muscles into action, lips parting wide and exposing sharp, elongated canine teeth, bringing back the reality that a living creature was sleeping within the same quarters as a blood-thirsty "monster." It took a few moments of simply laying there upon his side, eyes cracked half open, to initially wake and activate the youth's brain. He was not fond of mornings, or the sun, which could be expected due to his species, although perhaps he had a hatred towards awakening unheard of for even a vampire. "Rufus," Liutte would call out in a harsh tone, obviously aggravated from being disturbed from the light, and wishing Rufus to suffer along with him. Of course, it wouldn't be until Liutte would attempt to sit up did he realize the sudden strain being put upon his physique as he moved. This could only be explained by starvation from blood, and thus the boy was aware that the whites of his eyes were indeed a few shades darker, coming off a grungy gray color rather than a pearly, human-like white. Liutte stranded himself in his spot, staring ahead before glancing sheepishly at his lap, his facial features quickly morphing from annoyed to worried, wise enough to know that he needed to feed before he died of malnutrition. Slightly pissed off at his dilemma, Liutte would seemingly "toughen up" and crawl on all fours over to his brother's bed, looming over him and casting shadows across the blankets as he blocked out the filtering light with his clothed body. The boy was fond of sleeping in the nude, but nights within a tent were far too cold to carry out such a passion. Unable to hold back the need for blood, Liutte would slowly draw his face closer and closer to Rufus's sleeping form, dawning onto the Nature God's neck. The aroma that wafted from the male's hot flesh enticed Liutte into hungry insanity, the blood-craving heart that was protected by a weakening rib cage beats growing faster and more intense as the vampire seemingly attacked his victim in slow-motion. Pale, shaking fingers would grasp the blanket that was draped over Rufus's body, before peeling it back in hesitation. The sight of the exposed flesh caused the lust in the boy's mind to escalate harshly, Liutte plunging his face forward and smothering his mouth into his brother's neck, jaws agape wide like a starving snake as sharp fangs pierced, most likely painfully, into Rufus's flesh, scarlet blood pouring out immediately from the two incisions. Immediately the vampire would begin to drink with lust, the soft sound of rushing blood filling Liutte's ears, the liquid coating the inside of his throat as it trickled down. |
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| Nowe | Feb 27 2009, 09:29 AM Post #13 |
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He had been sleeping rather soundly, his eyes closed as he laid tucked beneath the confines of his blankets. It was rather difficult to take notice of the rising tension within the tent while he was out of it, and even despite his role as a deity, he couldn't see everything. His frame shifted as the covers were removed off his body, the cold drift enough to make him turn uneasily. Pinned down, a sudden pain in his neck would awaken him horribly, wincing from the pain as he stained his body. Hand morphed into a stave, and had he not seen the face of his brother upon him he would have plunged it through his chest. "G-Get off me, you fucking homo!" He hissed, hand changing back to normal as he didn't make any moves, knowing that he could possibly tear his neck if he did. The sound was rather disgusting, and blood poured upon the sheets below them. Violently outside the wind raged around the tent, the wrath of the deity becoming more and more clear as the sand picked up and created a screen. The deity coughed as he boiled in frustration. |
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| Liutte | Feb 27 2009, 09:53 AM Post #14 |
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Obviously the feasting would be cut short due to the discomfort and pain of your blood being drained from your body, causing Rufus to have a rather rude awakening. Thankfully, the deity had acknowledged that the attacker was his younger brother, whom had obviously lost control over his vampiric behaviors and needs. Rufus was the only creature for Liutte to draw blood from, and thus put the deity at risk of nighttime attacks whilst Rufus was sleeping, unaware of his surroundings and rather vulnerable. However, the stirring of the wind outside and the kicking around of the sand due to Rufus's incredible anger, would of course startle Liutte, causing him to grimace and flee backwards, fangs tearing through the flesh upon his older sibling's neck from the sudden retreat. Stumbling backwards a foot or so away, Liutte was obviously frightened, sprawled onto his rear, leaning backwards and propped up by straight arms. Rufus's blood trickled from the corners of his mouth, down his chin, and onto the boy's neck and shirt. "H-Homo!?" Liutte would spit back, blood coated teeth visible as he spoke with increasing aggravation. "I'm just trying to survive, you racist asshole!" Attention would most likely be brought to the whites of Liutte's eyes, which were noticeably several shades darker, dimly glowing a solid gray color, rather than what could be normally acceptable for that section of a being's eyeballs. The gushing blood that would still be bleeding out through Rufus's neck was riling Liutte up, his pupils darting back and forth between the slits in the man's neck, and to the eyes of the victimized deity. Although Rufus most likely couldn't smell it, due to not having a knack for blood, the scent was overpowering in the air, causing Liutte's chest to heave hyper-ly as he desired oh so strongly to leap back onto his brother's form and mutilate the flesh upon his neck more, draining the sweet, godly blood that was being wasted as it spattered the sheets and blankets of Rufus's bed. |
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| Nowe | Feb 27 2009, 10:05 AM Post #15 |
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The deity growled in pain at the ripping of his flesh, growing more and more irritated as he sat upright. The raging storm would take a new toll, suddenly arms shaped from wind would rip through the tents entrance and grab all over the vampires body, and in a violent jerk he would be taken out into the whirling sandstorm in an instant. Each limb grasped as Liutte would be kept afloat within the air and defying laws of physics and gravity, the storm that danced around the youth unaffected the tenth, however tearing itself violently through the flesh of the vampire and ripping up his clothes until he was bare. Eifel sat within his tent and gave a moment of thought before he shifted his head up. Storm stopped and instantly fell, Liutte however remained as if he was locked within the air on an invisible cross. Eifel exitted the tent and stood up, staring at his young sibling for a moment. Slowly Liutte would begin to descend back to Eifel, in which he would drop the boy into his arms and cover his nude flesh in a sheet. He then returned back to his tent, and sat upon his small cot or whatever for a moment of thought. |
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