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| Salem Xavier | Nov 1 2009, 08:03 AM Post #1 |
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The vampiress didn't know why, had no reason in mind, as to why or how she'd found herself here. Here, in Arangoth, the last place she'd ever want to be. Perhaps it was the rage. The uncontrollable, unexplained rage that coursed through her. No, she wasn't hungry this night, wasn't angry over any specific occurrence. No, nothing had happened to influence this, she simply felt...rage. And oh, oh how good it felt. She shook with it, snarled, hissed, growled as her steps echoed, as shouts emanated around her, attempting to halt her advance. The disgusting orcs, how they hated her presence, how it shattered their quite false sense of security. Through their masses she spun, twirled, danced. Her blade flew, slicing and dicing those who dared yell, who dared stand up to her. And oh, oh how delicious the carnage was. The blood, everywhere, the screams, the shouts of terror, of anger at her chaos, her destruction. It thrilled her, her small frame shaking, trembling with malicious, cackling laughter as their civilization fell to her whim. Around her the blood spattered, staining her white dress, covering her pale flesh, pooling at her feet even as she twirled. Though, surprisingly, never did they retreat, never did they give up. She knew she wouldn't stop until Arangoth was empty, void of life, covered in blood. And she would have it no other way. Call it superiority, but she truly felt better than them, these disgusting excuses for life. She would be happy to eradicate them, wipe out their kind, each and every one of them. For hours the carnage ensued, for hours her cackling continued, all through the night Arangoth was covered in its own blood, destroyed by someone so small. How delicious. They posed no threat, making her death dance just that, a waltz through this pathetic place. This would surely go down in history, as the day their world ended, surely. How she desired it, another part of the books, another part of the past, another action to be proud of, to be shunned for. Oh, oh how she loved it. |
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| Xain | Nov 5 2009, 05:09 PM Post #2 |
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For no reason in particular he had decided to take a single path. A straight forward, never turning path. Why? Call it whim. Or perhaps he could just smell the blood on the air. The scent had floating on the barely recognizable breeze for some time now. And it was fresh. Though no consumer of blood was her, the scent of blood brought round an appetite all its own. Even if he couldn't lure some silly village girl into bed, the dying whatevers drowning in pools o their own blood could sate him for a time. Pity, even after being slaughtered how they could not even find peace in death. Considering he was going to consume the souls that fled fresh corpses. Ah well, such is life. Or unlife. Whatever. His first steps into the town were .... hm ... sticky. With a grimace he lifted one foot, peering at the blood splattered upon his boots. "Well ... damn it." He huffed, lowering the appendage with some regret. Always happened with new boots, always. Scratching his nose the lad surveyed the carnage, ears picking up on the sound of laughter echoing cross the streets. Well someone just had themselves a party, huh? The incubus gave a low pitched whistle, a sound of awed appreciation. |
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| Salem Xavier | Dec 13 2009, 07:50 PM Post #3 |
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Their numbers, how they began to dwindle. Each and every citizen had run to fight her. Men, women, and even some children brave enough, or foolish enough, to stand up to her. Fewer and fewer came now, running at her like madmen, wielding their tiny weapons, screaming at her to leave their city. How hilarious. It had all ended, more or less, as in the last moments of her genocide a number of them stood down, decided not to fight, not to defend, but merely to bow. It fueled Salem's laughter stronger than anything else. Over them she stood, quite literally on a freshly fallen corpse, much to her victims' dismay. Up at her their horrified eyes stared, as all the while she cackled, laughed, her slender body shaking in triumph, in pride at the carnage she'd spread. The sound, it broke her reverie, cut through her celebration for but a moment. A whistle, far off in the distance, sliced through the now-silent air like a knife through butter. Around spun the vampire's slender form, sensitive ears pricking at the sound. A smirk crawled across her lips, her pride only growing at the recognition of its tone. Appreciation. Toward the sound she stalked, hips swaying as her feet glided through the pools of blood, stepping over, around, and even on top of corpses as she passed. Her curiosity had been sparked, surely. As no orc around here would be in appreciation of her act. No, not at all. With each step her sly grin grew, her eyes intensified, until finally she found herself back where she'd started, at the front gates of Aragnoth. It actually came as a relief, to stand in the fresh air after wreaking havoc inside their dwellings for so long. It took naught but a moment for her eyes to spot him, the source of that delicious whistle, surely. The vampiress eyed him up and down, wiping some orc blood from her cheek as she did so, remaining quite sure to keep her blade steady, gripped tightly, just in case. Though he seemed innocent enough, and rather attractive, his perfect features drawing her eyes in as always they did. Salem ignored her initial thoughts for but a moment as her cherry lips parted to speak, that smirk ever present, even in her icy words, "Beautiful, isn't it?" She asked, spreading her bloodstained arms wide, opening her embrace to the city that lay in chaos at her whim. |
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| Xain | Dec 15 2009, 02:02 PM Post #4 |
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According to him, it seemed a bit overkill. His appreciation however lie in the fact that, if this was done by but one person, they had to know what they were doing. A bit of surprise was in store, when he detected the scent of a vampiric woman amongst the corpses. Xain had expected some demon or something to be to blame for the massacre, as it was usually their method of operation. Of course, he was just a bit sexist, considering how he used woman for … well food. The knowledge, the scent he could detect even amongst the landfill of orcish blood, that this particular woman was no ordinary one, did absolve any confusion that initially arose. He smiled. Seemed this was going to prove an entertaining evening after all. Now the only question was, wold he be in for a fight, or something perhaps more intriguing? It didn't matter either way, despite his innocent appeal, he was still a soul sucking demon. Idly, he drew his sword. Leaning the blade against his shoulders in a casual manner, he leaned his weight to one heel and watched. It didn't take him long before a sultry femme fatal came slinking through the night. Yep, just as he'd suspected. Vampire. “I must say, your finesse in slaying is impeccable. But how you could stand such droll company is beyond me.” Something in his words hinted that perhaps he could be much better company than a bunch of smelly orcs. |
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