+Masochistically Sadistic+{Mausoleum for "alternative" Lits}

Counter

Master	34.5%	[ 19 ]
Slave	27.3%	[ 15 ]
I switch from time to time	38.2%	[ 21 ]
Total Votes:			[ 55 ]

[Mors Doll]

Young Mike

Mors the Meticulous

Young Mike

He shrugged, and the fireballs dissipated in wisps of smoke. He returned to his seat, and thought about his fire controlling ability, one that he never was taught, but more or so stumbled upon accidentally, the ability showing itself upon reflex. "I dunno... It's natural. I really don't have to concentrate much... I've burned down plenty in the process of learning how to control it. I can't tell you too much about my heritage other than my father was a demon... He raped my mother and vanished, and she died giving birth to me. So I have no clue how I do it other than I think it's hereditary..."

"It must have been hard." She allowed all but the original three to drop into her lap and switched to a bouncing sort of pattern. "I'm afraid I was born to a normal family. Almost painfully average by most standards, so I suppose it's wrong of me to try and sympathize, but I know what it's like to be different." In her dreams... when she slept... splitting into millions of different selves, each visiting the dead, showing her every being who had died since she'd 'rested' last. Every old man whose heart gave out, every child who'd gotten lost, and every beaten, bruised, and bloodied woman. Only in her dreams... unless she let herself stray.

She shook her head, not needing to worry about her concentration. This sort of juggling was easier than what she'd done a moment before. "Then again, I like to say that every life has it's private hardships and joys." Mors smiled softly.

"Ain't that the truth" He said with a sigh. He stood and stretched. "Mors, it's been nice meeting you, but i must make my leave now. My wife should be ready to go to bed, and I'd better be there... Goodnight, I'll catch up to you later..." He gave a final wave then turned and left.

She stood also, nodding ploitely as he bade her goodnight. "I should be off, myself. It's the weekend and I have a break from college students. I should rest up. Take care, Mike."

[[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]]

Cloud Dakota

Christian just sat there, slumped against the door. His form flinched as he felt the warmth of flesh brush against his face. His hands twitched, causing the chains to emit their errie tune. He quivered at her touch, drawing a raspy breath. Weakly, the hunk of flesh known as his tongue flicked forward, licking at those pale, cracked lips, attempting to ease the stinging sensation rushing over them as his breath washed over flesh.

He shifted once more, turning slightly to face the female, his head leaning back, landing against the door with a quiet thump, his chains swayed slightly, their eerie tune still audible.

He whimpered quietly, drawing in another slow breath.

"W...What?...W..Where....w..."

His words were below a whisper, croaked out as if his vocal cords were trapped within a vice.

As he shifted, the chains seemed to tear at his flesh, causing the stench of blood in the air to grow stronger. He whimpered once more before raising his hands to his stomach, clenching tightly, his form slumped forward onto the female as a disgusting cough ripped forth from his throat, the sound of flesh tearing within his esophagus was clearly audible to the females heightened sense of sound.

His body twitched and convulsed as the violent coughing spell raged on, passing after a few moments. His form relaxed slowly, his hands then moved to the females stomach, pushing against, causing him to slump back against the door, his body was almost limp, his head lolled to the side.

Blood ran from the corner of his lip, forming a steady stream. It ran off the side of his chin, but did not drip down to the floor, instead, it slowly crept along the underside of his chin, only to inch its way down the side of his neck. His heart was racing, attempting to pump blood to all the weakening parts of his body. The large artery in his neck visually throbbed underneath his flesh as the blood ran down its length.

"You take apart my inside and leave me but a piece. You render me indecent... I'm down on my knees. You know you make me suffer. I can not close my eyes. I'm punished by your beauty, and now I realize...
You crucify my heart. You penetrate my soul, And I'll never let you go.
You wonder why I love you. I tell you I can't help myself. You own me with your movements and watching you is hell. You cut me with your touches and pierce me with your eyes. The day I fell in love with you is the day you crucified...
You crucify my heart. You penetrate my soul, And I'll never let you go."

Dreams, dreams.
Images within the mind, swirling within a sphere of incandescent light as the dreamer tosses and turns amongst messy sheets. Soft murmurs of contentment falling from the lips of those who linger within a world far superior to our own, involuntary jerks of the muscles as optical lenses would shift beneath the thin layer of skin that protected them during the night. Memories of the previous days being replayed within the mind’s eye, warping little tid-bits here and there to form some sort of movie-like state, putting most of the events to memory before discarding displeasure able thoughts into enjoyable images to bring about a sense of unfelt euphoria. Tips of fingers jerking side to side while the form would shift to a comfortable positions; on-looking parents peeking in through an ajar doorway upon the angle within their beds, smiling at the wondrous gifts which had been brought upon them through a sense of ‘trial and error’ while laying within the wedding bed. Two hot forms pressed against each other in a lustful attempt to create life before the joyous moment of reckoning had come. Sad really, such a lustful even bringing about the life of such an innocent being. Innocent indeed, simple actions playing out behind the backs of unknowing parents – Sinful gestures towards humanity and oneself while opiates and other drugs fill the blood stream of a curious child, only to be thrown into an entirely new world full of addiction and complications.

Ahh.. Life, life. Such a silly thing. Complications bringing about the downfall of a civilization, no matter how hard officials attempt to keep such Utopias under constant protection of anything and everything that could harm such a wonderful place. Human trafficking, drugs, offenders.. Such things poisoning the youth of tomorrow with corrupted ideals. Wars leaving father-less children to sit at a grave and mourn a person they hadn’t even met yet, mothers becoming crack whores to support the growing need of ungrateful offspring as years pass by. Suicide and addictions claiming the lives of so many innocents; the pressure of the world weighing heavy upon fragile shoulders as the sickening crack of hollow bones would resonate within the ears of eternity itself – A lost people crying out for salvation to a deity who doesn’t even exist and even if He did, He turned a blind eye to the suffering of the people He had sworn to guide, govern, and protect at the dawn of time. Deformed infants being drowned within wells due to incapability’s of hard labor once reaching adulthood, teenage girls becoming pregnant at the age of fourteen, bringing on an entire new world of responsibilities into the picture at such a young and tender age. Disgusted features peering upon those who are damned, only to turn them away within a moment’s notice, leaving them for death and starvation before even fathoming to take one such as them under their wing. The hearts of the kind being a rare quality indeed in this time in age upon which many would rather think and live for themselves, not wishing to bear more of a burden than what was already bestowed upon them.

Honey-golden spheres watched as the male, his weakened state causing her worry to increase. Tipping her head slightly, ebony spirals would flow over her right shoulder. Leaning up, her lips would softly brush against his cheek, her cold flesh being just a little bit warmer than that of his own. Her brow would crease, golden optical lenses peering into the pale orbs which looked at her in such a befuddled manner. Lifting her dextral hand, the woman would rest the palm of that hand against the male’s sinistral cheek, softly caressing the cold flesh with the pad of her thumb. Her lips would brush along the boy’s neck as he slumped forward against her. Once feeling the ragged coughs raging through his body, causing him to press against her, both of her arms would lift, curling ‘round the male’s form to stabilize him and hold him against herself for support. Once he pushed off, the girl would ease his head back, allowing the male’s cranium to rest against the palm of her hand before her heart would stop in it’s tracks. That very same scent teasing her senses, causing every nerve ending within her physical form to scream out in utter agony. A shiver ran up along the girl’s back as she tipped her head back to look up at the male. Ebony spirals fell over her shoulders, falling along her back as she watched the small trail of blood run from the corner of his lips. Leaning up, the girls tip toes would raise her to a taller height. Parting her lips, the tip of her tongue would escape her lips, running along the side of his neck as she collected the blood all the way up to the corner of his mouth. Such a sensory tease was something that she couldn’t bear. The scent which wafted to her nostrils from the boy’s wrists helped set her over the edge. Tipping her head to the side, her hand would once more begin to stroke the male’s cheek. The soft sound of bones crunching would bring about the elongation of the girl’s canines, sharpening them to their norm as her free arm slowly dipped ‘round the boy’s frame and held him against herself. Golden-hues had, by that time, warped to a deep crimson colour; the natural instinct to feed being something that not even the most strong of willed would have been able to fight off. Pressing her lips against the top of the boy’s throat, the girl would slowly trail a line of tender kisses along his flesh, pressing the length of her body against that of the male’s frame to pin him further to the door.

The tips of the straightened tresses would softly run along the boy’s throat as the maiden picked out where she wanted. Eventually she settled, the pulsing of the male’s artery being too much for her to resist. Softly running the tip of her tongue along the area where she had chosen. Pressing her lips down against the cold flesh, the girl’s lips would slowly part. Instinctively, the tips of sharpened canines would press down against the flesh, piercing down into the flesh, at first.. Though as the first drop of blood from his veins touched her tongue, primal needs finally raised their head. Clenching down with her jaw, the girl would rip her head to the side, tearing the flesh at the side of the male’s neck and granting a fount of crimson liquid which bathed her tongue in it’s metallic luxury. Her breathing would go from soft whisps of air to pants, each exhalation sending a wave of frigid pin pricks along the boy’s neck, teasing his senses. Her body pressed in closer to his own form, her breasts pressing down against his chest as the tips of her nails which rested against his back dug down against his flesh, expressing a yearning which hadn’t really been shown before, not in such a situation. A soft growl would emanate from the depths of the maiden’s throat as her drinking went from sips to desperate drags. The tips of her nails slowly pierced their way down into the flesh of the man’s back, bringing about ribbons of crimson delight which fled from his skin, down his back and into the waist band of his trousers where the fabric soaked it up.

And far from flying high in the clear blue skies,
I’m spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.

[Cloud Dakota]

[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]

Cloud Dakota

Christian just sat there, slumped against the door. His form flinched as he felt the warmth of flesh brush against his face. His hands twitched, causing the chains to emit their errie tune. He quivered at her touch, drawing a raspy breath. Weakly, the hunk of flesh known as his tongue flicked forward, licking at those pale, cracked lips, attempting to ease the stinging sensation rushing over them as his breath washed over flesh.

He shifted once more, turning slightly to face the female, his head leaning back, landing against the door with a quiet thump, his chains swayed slightly, their eerie tune still audible.

He whimpered quietly, drawing in another slow breath.

"W...What?...W..Where....w..."

His words were below a whisper, croaked out as if his vocal cords were trapped within a vice.

As he shifted, the chains seemed to tear at his flesh, causing the stench of blood in the air to grow stronger. He whimpered once more before raising his hands to his stomach, clenching tightly, his form slumped forward onto the female as a disgusting cough ripped forth from his throat, the sound of flesh tearing within his esophagus was clearly audible to the females heightened sense of sound.

His body twitched and convulsed as the violent coughing spell raged on, passing after a few moments. His form relaxed slowly, his hands then moved to the females stomach, pushing against, causing him to slump back against the door, his body was almost limp, his head lolled to the side.

Blood ran from the corner of his lip, forming a steady stream. It ran off the side of his chin, but did not drip down to the floor, instead, it slowly crept along the underside of his chin, only to inch its way down the side of his neck. His heart was racing, attempting to pump blood to all the weakening parts of his body. The large artery in his neck visually throbbed underneath his flesh as the blood ran down its length.

"You take apart my inside and leave me but a piece. You render me indecent... I'm down on my knees. You know you make me suffer. I can not close my eyes. I'm punished by your beauty, and now I realize...
You crucify my heart. You penetrate my soul, And I'll never let you go.
You wonder why I love you. I tell you I can't help myself. You own me with your movements and watching you is hell. You cut me with your touches and pierce me with your eyes. The day I fell in love with you is the day you crucified...
You crucify my heart. You penetrate my soul, And I'll never let you go."

Dreams, dreams.
Images within the mind, swirling within a sphere of incandescent light as the dreamer tosses and turns amongst messy sheets. Soft murmurs of contentment falling from the lips of those who linger within a world far superior to our own, involuntary jerks of the muscles as optical lenses would shift beneath the thin layer of skin that protected them during the night. Memories of the previous days being replayed within the mind’s eye, warping little tid-bits here and there to form some sort of movie-like state, putting most of the events to memory before discarding displeasure able thoughts into enjoyable images to bring about a sense of unfelt euphoria. Tips of fingers jerking side to side while the form would shift to a comfortable positions; on-looking parents peeking in through an ajar doorway upon the angle within their beds, smiling at the wondrous gifts which had been brought upon them through a sense of ‘trial and error’ while laying within the wedding bed. Two hot forms pressed against each other in a lustful attempt to create life before the joyous moment of reckoning had come. Sad really, such a lustful even bringing about the life of such an innocent being. Innocent indeed, simple actions playing out behind the backs of unknowing parents – Sinful gestures towards humanity and oneself while opiates and other drugs fill the blood stream of a curious child, only to be thrown into an entirely new world full of addiction and complications.

Ahh.. Life, life. Such a silly thing. Complications bringing about the downfall of a civilization, no matter how hard officials attempt to keep such Utopias under constant protection of anything and everything that could harm such a wonderful place. Human trafficking, drugs, offenders.. Such things poisoning the youth of tomorrow with corrupted ideals. Wars leaving father-less children to sit at a grave and mourn a person they hadn’t even met yet, mothers becoming crack whores to support the growing need of ungrateful offspring as years pass by. Suicide and addictions claiming the lives of so many innocents; the pressure of the world weighing heavy upon fragile shoulders as the sickening crack of hollow bones would resonate within the ears of eternity itself – A lost people crying out for salvation to a deity who doesn’t even exist and even if He did, He turned a blind eye to the suffering of the people He had sworn to guide, govern, and protect at the dawn of time. Deformed infants being drowned within wells due to incapability’s of hard labor once reaching adulthood, teenage girls becoming pregnant at the age of fourteen, bringing on an entire new world of responsibilities into the picture at such a young and tender age. Disgusted features peering upon those who are damned, only to turn them away within a moment’s notice, leaving them for death and starvation before even fathoming to take one such as them under their wing. The hearts of the kind being a rare quality indeed in this time in age upon which many would rather think and live for themselves, not wishing to bear more of a burden than what was already bestowed upon them.

Honey-golden spheres watched as the male, his weakened state causing her worry to increase. Tipping her head slightly, ebony spirals would flow over her right shoulder. Leaning up, her lips would softly brush against his cheek, her cold flesh being just a little bit warmer than that of his own. Her brow would crease, golden optical lenses peering into the pale orbs which looked at her in such a befuddled manner. Lifting her dextral hand, the woman would rest the palm of that hand against the male’s sinistral cheek, softly caressing the cold flesh with the pad of her thumb. Her lips would brush along the boy’s neck as he slumped forward against her. Once feeling the ragged coughs raging through his body, causing him to press against her, both of her arms would lift, curling ‘round the male’s form to stabilize him and hold him against herself for support. Once he pushed off, the girl would ease his head back, allowing the male’s cranium to rest against the palm of her hand before her heart would stop in it’s tracks. That very same scent teasing her senses, causing every nerve ending within her physical form to scream out in utter agony. A shiver ran up along the girl’s back as she tipped her head back to look up at the male. Ebony spirals fell over her shoulders, falling along her back as she watched the small trail of blood run from the corner of his lips. Leaning up, the girls tip toes would raise her to a taller height. Parting her lips, the tip of her tongue would escape her lips, running along the side of his neck as she collected the blood all the way up to the corner of his mouth. Such a sensory tease was something that she couldn’t bear. The scent which wafted to her nostrils from the boy’s wrists helped set her over the edge. Tipping her head to the side, her hand would once more begin to stroke the male’s cheek. The soft sound of bones crunching would bring about the elongation of the girl’s canines, sharpening them to their norm as her free arm slowly dipped ‘round the boy’s frame and held him against herself. Golden-hues had, by that time, warped to a deep crimson colour; the natural instinct to feed being something that not even the most strong of willed would have been able to fight off. Pressing her lips against the top of the boy’s throat, the girl would slowly trail a line of tender kisses along his flesh, pressing the length of her body against that of the male’s frame to pin him further to the door.

The tips of the straightened tresses would softly run along the boy’s throat as the maiden picked out where she wanted. Eventually she settled, the pulsing of the male’s artery being too much for her to resist. Softly running the tip of her tongue along the area where she had chosen. Pressing her lips down against the cold flesh, the girl’s lips would slowly part. Instinctively, the tips of sharpened canines would press down against the flesh, piercing down into the flesh, at first.. Though as the first drop of blood from his veins touched her tongue, primal needs finally raised their head. Clenching down with her jaw, the girl would rip her head to the side, tearing the flesh at the side of the male’s neck and granting a fount of crimson liquid which bathed her tongue in it’s metallic luxury. Her breathing would go from soft whisps of air to pants, each exhalation sending a wave of frigid pin pricks along the boy’s neck, teasing his senses. Her body pressed in closer to his own form, her breasts pressing down against his chest as the tips of her nails which rested against his back dug down against his flesh, expressing a yearning which hadn’t really been shown before, not in such a situation. A soft growl would emanate from the depths of the maiden’s throat as her drinking went from sips to desperate drags. The tips of her nails slowly pierced their way down into the flesh of the man’s back, bringing about ribbons of crimson delight which fled from his skin, down his back and into the waist band of his trousers where the fabric soaked it up.

And far from flying high in the clear blue skies,
I’m spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.

Christian whimpered softly as he felt the females form press against him with more fever. He shifted, the chains singing their song as they moved. He grunted as he was forced against the door, his back arching slightly. His now small, tattered wings were almost crushed between himself and the door, the gray, ash colored feathers becoming loose.

Then that feeling.

His body froze as he felt the pointed tips press against the major artery in his neck. He held perfectly still, hoping that she wouldn't do it. Hoping that she wouldn't.

But she did.

At first, his body arched from the initial jolt of pain, caused by the first puncture wounds, a whimper escaping his lips. His form soon relaxed, submitting to her as she fed.

But that would quickly change.

His lips suddenly parted as she jerked her head to the side, a croaking gasp shot forth from his chest as his faded eyes widened. Blood erupted forth from the now severed artery, plastering itself along the wall to their side, as well as all over the females face. After the initial spurt, it began to gush forth freely, spilling violently down over his shoulder and chest, sliding down over his arms, staining the leather coat he wore, flowing over the metal of the chains.

His body began to convulse from the shock rushing through his nerves, a spurt of blood shot from the severed artery each time his heart beat.

Glazed eyes slowly rolled into the back of his head as he went limp, limbs twitching as the nerves began to die.

Darkness overcame him.

[[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]]

Cloud Dakota

Christian whimpered softly as he felt the females form press against him with more fever. He shifted, the chains singing their song as they moved. He grunted as he was forced against the door, his back arching slightly. His now small, tattered wings were almost crushed between himself and the door, the gray, ash colored feathers becoming loose.

Then that feeling.

His body froze as he felt the pointed tips press against the major artery in his neck. He held perfectly still, hoping that she wouldn't do it. Hoping that she wouldn't.

But she did.

At first, his body arched from the initial jolt of pain, caused by the first puncture wounds, a whimper escaping his lips. His form soon relaxed, submitting to her as she fed.

But that would quickly change.

His lips suddenly parted as she jerked her head to the side, a croaking gasp shot forth from his chest as his faded eyes widened. Blood erupted forth from the now severed artery, plastering itself along the wall to their side, as well as all over the females face. After the initial spurt, it began to gush forth freely, spilling violently down over his shoulder and chest, sliding down over his arms, staining the leather coat he wore, flowing over the metal of the chains.

His body began to convulse from the shock rushing through his nerves, a spurt of blood shot from the severed artery each time his heart beat.

Glazed eyes slowly rolled into the back of his head as he went limp, limbs twitching as the nerves began to die.

Darkness overcame him.

The fragile keep secrets, gathered in pockets,
and they will sell them for nothing a cheap watch or locket;
That kind of gold washes off.

A torrent of unmatchable emotions being expressed through the silent screams, emanating from the tattered corpse of one long gone. Treacheries.. Lies.. Unlawful events. One thing after another leading to the murder of an unknown person, found decades later laying in the dirt as no more than a maggot-eaten carcass. The unheard story of the tragic death of such a person being whispered amongst the earthworms, the only witnesses to the crime committed when now’a’days Grandparents were in the primes of their lives. Cracked bones and worn down evidence singing a song of betrayal and deception. Chuckled words sludging from the lips of the wrong-doers, words announcing utter confidence in their actions; “I won’t be caught.” The anger of spirits guiding the police to the answer to such crimes, bringing the wrong-doer onto trial and granting him a life-sentencing of a state correctional facility to be rapped, molested, beaten, and rendered into a bloody pulp by inmates far stronger than the older, wrinkled version of the murderer. Satisfied laugher echoing through the lips of the once-was tormented before ascension to heaven; a place of peace to rest one’s weary soul.

Torrent after torrent of a feeling causing the stomach to churn with unease. Shock sets in and the stomach acid finds the guilty, making such a worthless person get sick actions of betrayal to the one they cared for. Hot, sweaty, lustful forms pressing against each other within the dim tone of candlelight after a dinner meal shared between two co-workers. Gasps of desire along with moans as climaxes between the two cheating partners would echo in a chorus of incoherent screams echoing the names of the innocents, only to render two spent carcasses pressing against one another in a lethargic manner, gasping breaths falling from the lips of the traitors as one body would shift off the other, hitting the soaked bed with a dull thud. Awkward moments would pass between the two lovers before both would bring themselves up to get dressed and make their way back home before suspicions would arise amongst their dear ones. Wandering minds shifting back to the times when freedom had held a large portion of such lives, now cluttered with children, obligation, and a commitment to a figure who was never around to sooth an aching soul.

-..We went a long way.. Didn’t we?..-
-..We got hurt.. Didn’t we?..-

Time heals all wounds.
Blood squirted; a splash of scarlet upon an ivory canvas. Crimson irises opened as she felt the form within her arms go limp. Pulling her lips away, her head would tip backwards, panting softly to regain her breath. She was still thirsty, she was still yearning.. She needed more. Though her empathetic nature won her over more than anything else could have. Worry began to cloud through her mind as she watched his form go limp, his head lolling back, his eyes rolling into his head; white tresses of dirty hair falling limply ‘round the male’s shoulders as she held him. Biting down upon her lower lip, the girl would slowly lift herself, licking at the wound as it gushed scarlet luxury down the boy’s neck, along his collarbone, and spilling along his chest. Licking at it, she would slowly nuzzle her way up his neck, rubbing the tip of her nose against his cheek before she pressed herself against him once more, attempting to get some form of reaction from his seemingly dead figure. Her heart once more began to pound within her ears a instinct screamed at her to finish what she had started, though she couldn’t do so. A war between instinct and reason raging within her mind as her nails retracted from his back. Biting down upon her lower lip, the girl would whimper, softly brushing her bloodied lips along the boy’s cheek, her eyes falling shut as she pulled her form back just a bit to loosen her hold upon him.

The sad act like lepers, they stick to the shadows
and long to ring bells of warning to tell of their coming –
So that the pure can shut their doors.

[Cloud Dakota]

[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]

Cloud Dakota

Christian whimpered softly as he felt the females form press against him with more fever. He shifted, the chains singing their song as they moved. He grunted as he was forced against the door, his back arching slightly. His now small, tattered wings were almost crushed between himself and the door, the gray, ash colored feathers becoming loose.

Then that feeling.

His body froze as he felt the pointed tips press against the major artery in his neck. He held perfectly still, hoping that she wouldn't do it. Hoping that she wouldn't.

But she did.

At first, his body arched from the initial jolt of pain, caused by the first puncture wounds, a whimper escaping his lips. His form soon relaxed, submitting to her as she fed.

But that would quickly change.

His lips suddenly parted as she jerked her head to the side, a croaking gasp shot forth from his chest as his faded eyes widened. Blood erupted forth from the now severed artery, plastering itself along the wall to their side, as well as all over the females face. After the initial spurt, it began to gush forth freely, spilling violently down over his shoulder and chest, sliding down over his arms, staining the leather coat he wore, flowing over the metal of the chains.

His body began to convulse from the shock rushing through his nerves, a spurt of blood shot from the severed artery each time his heart beat.

Glazed eyes slowly rolled into the back of his head as he went limp, limbs twitching as the nerves began to die.

Darkness overcame him.

The fragile keep secrets, gathered in pockets,
and they will sell them for nothing a cheap watch or locket;
That kind of gold washes off.

A torrent of unmatchable emotions being expressed through the silent screams, emanating from the tattered corpse of one long gone. Treacheries.. Lies.. Unlawful events. One thing after another leading to the murder of an unknown person, found decades later laying in the dirt as no more than a maggot-eaten carcass. The unheard story of the tragic death of such a person being whispered amongst the earthworms, the only witnesses to the crime committed when now’a’days Grandparents were in the primes of their lives. Cracked bones and worn down evidence singing a song of betrayal and deception. Chuckled words sludging from the lips of the wrong-doers, words announcing utter confidence in their actions; “I won’t be caught.” The anger of spirits guiding the police to the answer to such crimes, bringing the wrong-doer onto trial and granting him a life-sentencing of a state correctional facility to be rapped, molested, beaten, and rendered into a bloody pulp by inmates far stronger than the older, wrinkled version of the murderer. Satisfied laugher echoing through the lips of the once-was tormented before ascension to heaven; a place of peace to rest one’s weary soul.

Torrent after torrent of a feeling causing the stomach to churn with unease. Shock sets in and the stomach acid finds the guilty, making such a worthless person get sick actions of betrayal to the one they cared for. Hot, sweaty, lustful forms pressing against each other within the dim tone of candlelight after a dinner meal shared between two co-workers. Gasps of desire along with moans as climaxes between the two cheating partners would echo in a chorus of incoherent screams echoing the names of the innocents, only to render two spent carcasses pressing against one another in a lethargic manner, gasping breaths falling from the lips of the traitors as one body would shift off the other, hitting the soaked bed with a dull thud. Awkward moments would pass between the two lovers before both would bring themselves up to get dressed and make their way back home before suspicions would arise amongst their dear ones. Wandering minds shifting back to the times when freedom had held a large portion of such lives, now cluttered with children, obligation, and a commitment to a figure who was never around to sooth an aching soul.

-..We went a long way.. Didn’t we?..-
-..We got hurt.. Didn’t we?..-

Time heals all wounds.
Blood squirted; a splash of scarlet upon an ivory canvas. Crimson irises opened as she felt the form within her arms go limp. Pulling her lips away, her head would tip backwards, panting softly to regain her breath. She was still thirsty, she was still yearning.. She needed more. Though her empathetic nature won her over more than anything else could have. Worry began to cloud through her mind as she watched his form go limp, his head lolling back, his eyes rolling into his head; white tresses of dirty hair falling limply ‘round the male’s shoulders as she held him. Biting down upon her lower lip, the girl would slowly lift herself, licking at the wound as it gushed scarlet luxury down the boy’s neck, along his collarbone, and spilling along his chest. Licking at it, she would slowly nuzzle her way up his neck, rubbing the tip of her nose against his cheek before she pressed herself against him once more, attempting to get some form of reaction from his seemingly dead figure. Her heart once more began to pound within her ears a instinct screamed at her to finish what she had started, though she couldn’t do so. A war between instinct and reason raging within her mind as her nails retracted from his back. Biting down upon her lower lip, the girl would whimper, softly brushing her bloodied lips along the boy’s cheek, her eyes falling shut as she pulled her form back just a bit to loosen her hold upon him.

The sad act like lepers, they stick to the shadows
and long to ring bells of warning to tell of their coming –
So that the pure can shut their doors.

Clink...

Chains would touch down upon the ground as the female loosened her hold upon him. What was once connected, was now separated. The strand of chain that joined his arms was now severed clean down the middle. His body continued to twitch, blood now running down his neck at just a dribble.

She then made the mistake.

She backed away.

The moment she backed a way, a pale hand would spring to life, raising up to grab violently at the females neck, if it successfully grabbed hold of her, muscles would tense and push her back, though, they did not releace.

Fallen lids would spring open, as if pried apart by the jaws of life. Something very different was revealed behind them however.

From the beginning, the slightest gap of his eyelids, flames licked forth from the now empty eye sockets, only when the lids were fully retracted, did the full inferno release. Plumes of flames raged forth from his eyes, licking up over the flesh of his face, up to his temples, only to lick of in thin tendrils.

Chains began to sing as they began to rattle against the floor.

Blood began to pulse from the artery once more, slow at first, then it began to spray once more as his heart began to beat faster and faster. The cells within his body suddenly began to work in overdrive, beyond that even, reproducing lost blood cells faster then they could be lost. Clotting already began to form around the site of the wound.

What was once Christian let out a low growl as it lifted its head, a fiery gaze now locked upon her small form.

[[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]]

Cloud Dakota

Chains would touch down upon the ground as the female loosened her hold upon him. What was once connected, was now separated. The strand of chain that joined his arms was now severed clean down the middle. His body continued to twitch, blood now running down his neck at just a dribble.

She then made the mistake.

She backed away.

The moment she backed a way, a pale hand would spring to life, raising up to grab violently at the females neck, if it successfully grabbed hold of her, muscles would tense and push her back, though, they did not releace.

Fallen lids would spring open, as if pried apart by the jaws of life. Something very different was revealed behind them however.

From the beginning, the slightest gap of his eyelids, flames licked forth from the now empty eye sockets, only when the lids were fully retracted, did the full inferno release. Plumes of flames raged forth from his eyes, licking up over the flesh of his face, up to his temples, only to lick of in thin tendrils.

Chains began to sing as they began to rattle against the floor.

Blood began to pulse from the artery once more, slow at first, then it began to spray once more as his heart began to beat faster and faster. The cells within his body suddenly began to work in overdrive, beyond that even, reproducing lost blood cells faster then they could be lost. Clotting already began to form around the site of the wound.

What was once Christian let out a low growl as it lifted its head, a fiery gaze now locked upon her small form.

Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes,
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time.

Crimson orbs of sight widened once feeling the hand lift, clasping ‘round her throat in a hostile manner. A soft yelp would escape the girl’s lips, both hands lifting and grasping onto the male’s wrist. Her brow would crease, a sense of worry spreading through her form as she was lifted from her normal standing posture to her tip toes to accommodate the height of the male’s arm. Ebony spirals of silken tresses would bounce ‘round the lithe form of the female as she softly kicked the tips of her toes at the ground. The tips of clear nails dug down into the boy’s wrist as she watched the flames flicker from his eye sockets. Due to the pressure upon her throat, scarlet tears would slowly fill pupil-less spheres of sight, oozing down her cheeks and along her neck as soft breaths gasped from her lips. As the artery within the boy’s neck began to pulse once more, the girl’s range of vision would slowly shift over to watch, watching as the artery clotted and resealed itself before once more shifting her gaze towards the male’s face. It was obvious that she was frightened, never had he done such a thing to her. He had always been gentle with the girl, yet having such rough actions forced upon her was something she wasn’t used to, nor did she enjoy.

That deep rumbling sound, the growl which resonated from the depths of his throat; a sound to cause the girl to tremble even more despite her will to stop the silly movements. Soft sounds would escape her lips in a muffled fashion, attempts to say the boy’s name, to sooth him, to get him to calm down, to get him to look at her and see who she was rather than blind himself with what seemed to be rage. The soft chiming of the chain’s song soothed the girl’s frantic mind slightly, but all in all, she was far too frightened to put her guard down farther than she already had; letting him so close as to take hold of her in such a manner, having his hands crushing her esophagus, holding her in the air as if she were a mere rag doll.. What was to happen?

And far from flying high in the clear blue skies,
I’m spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.

[Cloud Dakota]

[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]

Cloud Dakota

Chains would touch down upon the ground as the female loosened her hold upon him. What was once connected, was now separated. The strand of chain that joined his arms was now severed clean down the middle. His body continued to twitch, blood now running down his neck at just a dribble.

She then made the mistake.

She backed away.

The moment she backed a way, a pale hand would spring to life, raising up to grab violently at the females neck, if it successfully grabbed hold of her, muscles would tense and push her back, though, they did not releace.

Fallen lids would spring open, as if pried apart by the jaws of life. Something very different was revealed behind them however.

From the beginning, the slightest gap of his eyelids, flames licked forth from the now empty eye sockets, only when the lids were fully retracted, did the full inferno release. Plumes of flames raged forth from his eyes, licking up over the flesh of his face, up to his temples, only to lick of in thin tendrils.

Chains began to sing as they began to rattle against the floor.

Blood began to pulse from the artery once more, slow at first, then it began to spray once more as his heart began to beat faster and faster. The cells within his body suddenly began to work in overdrive, beyond that even, reproducing lost blood cells faster then they could be lost. Clotting already began to form around the site of the wound.

What was once Christian let out a low growl as it lifted its head, a fiery gaze now locked upon her small form.

Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes,
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time.

Crimson orbs of sight widened once feeling the hand lift, clasping ‘round her throat in a hostile manner. A soft yelp would escape the girl’s lips, both hands lifting and grasping onto the male’s wrist. Her brow would crease, a sense of worry spreading through her form as she was lifted from her normal standing posture to her tip toes to accommodate the height of the male’s arm. Ebony spirals of silken tresses would bounce ‘round the lithe form of the female as she softly kicked the tips of her toes at the ground. The tips of clear nails dug down into the boy’s wrist as she watched the flames flicker from his eye sockets. Due to the pressure upon her throat, scarlet tears would slowly fill pupil-less spheres of sight, oozing down her cheeks and along her neck as soft breaths gasped from her lips. As the artery within the boy’s neck began to pulse once more, the girl’s range of vision would slowly shift over to watch, watching as the artery clotted and resealed itself before once more shifting her gaze towards the male’s face. It was obvious that she was frightened, never had he done such a thing to her. He had always been gentle with the girl, yet having such rough actions forced upon her was something she wasn’t used to, nor did she enjoy.

That deep rumbling sound, the growl which resonated from the depths of his throat; a sound to cause the girl to tremble even more despite her will to stop the silly movements. Soft sounds would escape her lips in a muffled fashion, attempts to say the boy’s name, to sooth him, to get him to calm down, to get him to look at her and see who she was rather than blind himself with what seemed to be rage. The soft chiming of the chain’s song soothed the girl’s frantic mind slightly, but all in all, she was far too frightened to put her guard down farther than she already had; letting him so close as to take hold of her in such a manner, having his hands crushing her esophagus, holding her in the air as if she were a mere rag doll.. What was to happen?

And far from flying high in the clear blue skies,
I’m spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.

Christian stood there for a few moments, unmoving, until a sudden breath surged through his form. His body lurched forward, though most of his weight was applied to his right foot, he used that foot as a pivot point and swung around, away from the door, to the thick wall beside it. He bent his arm at the elbow while he moved, drawing her closer, only to push forward when he was now facing the wall. As she collided with the wall, he growled once, only to draw her away once more, he stepped back, bending at the elbow once again.

A low, growl of a chuckle escaped his throat as he pushed his arm forward once more, releasing the females neck in mid motion. This movement, would cause her to be thrown back toward the wall. The moment she left his grasp, the chains would spring to life. His arms shot up, and those chains sprung forward, heir dull ends aiming to pass right through her shoulders, and into the wall, to pin her.

[[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]]

Cloud Dakota

Christian stood there for a few moments, unmoving, until a sudden breath surged through his form. His body lurched forward, though most of his weight was applied to his right foot, he used that foot as a pivot point and swung around, away from the door, to the thick wall beside it. He bent his arm at the elbow while he moved, drawing her closer, only to push forward when he was now facing the wall. As she collided with the wall, he growled once, only to draw her away once more, he stepped back, bending at the elbow once again.

A low, growl of a chuckle escaped his throat as he pushed his arm forward once more, releasing the females neck in mid motion. This movement, would cause her to be thrown back toward the wall. The moment she left his grasp, the chains would spring to life. His arms shot up, and those chains sprung forward, heir dull ends aiming to pass right through her shoulders, and into the wall, to pin her.

I’ll never let you fall,
I’ll stand up with you forever.

A loud gasp was heard once having the hand release her form, though as she was thrown up against the door, a ragged coughing fit would cause her form to shudder. Leaning forward with her hand lifted, resting along her collar at the base of her throat, the girl would pant, gasping for air as ebony spirals fell over her shoulders, brushing their curves along her cheeks. Not long did her position of relaxation last, for as she raised her head to look at the male who had attacked her, crimson spheres would widen. A soft sound of frightened surprise would manage to squeeze up along her vocals, escaping through her lips and resonating for but a few moments within the air around them before having the two dull ends of the chains pierce down into the girl’s cold flesh. A scream of agony would soon fall from the girl’s lips as she was lifted from the ground, pinned up against the wall with two ends of chains holding her there. As the chains pierced down into her shoulders, a splash of scarlet would erupt from her flesh, splashing along the male’s chest and the base of his neck before a river of the liquid would run down from the two entrance wounds, soaking her blouse to her frame, dripping down at her feet to form a puddle – staining the wall as it flowed. Soft whimpers fell from the girl’s throat as scarlet tears once more slipped down her pale cheeks. Soft wisps of breath would be pulled into the girl’s lungs, wincing with each intake due to the expanding of the metal within her wounds. Slowly lifting her head, the girl would look up at the face of the male, a soft, defensive, growl rumbled in the depths of her throat as she hung pathetically from where she was pinned.

I’ll be there for you through it all –
Even if saving you sends me to heaven.

[Cloud Dakota]

[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]

Cloud Dakota

Christian stood there for a few moments, unmoving, until a sudden breath surged through his form. His body lurched forward, though most of his weight was applied to his right foot, he used that foot as a pivot point and swung around, away from the door, to the thick wall beside it. He bent his arm at the elbow while he moved, drawing her closer, only to push forward when he was now facing the wall. As she collided with the wall, he growled once, only to draw her away once more, he stepped back, bending at the elbow once again.

A low, growl of a chuckle escaped his throat as he pushed his arm forward once more, releasing the females neck in mid motion. This movement, would cause her to be thrown back toward the wall. The moment she left his grasp, the chains would spring to life. His arms shot up, and those chains sprung forward, heir dull ends aiming to pass right through her shoulders, and into the wall, to pin her.

I’ll never let you fall,
I’ll stand up with you forever.

A loud gasp was heard once having the hand release her form, though as she was thrown up against the door, a ragged coughing fit would cause her form to shudder. Leaning forward with her hand lifted, resting along her collar at the base of her throat, the girl would pant, gasping for air as ebony spirals fell over her shoulders, brushing their curves along her cheeks. Not long did her position of relaxation last, for as she raised her head to look at the male who had attacked her, crimson spheres would widen. A soft sound of frightened surprise would manage to squeeze up along her vocals, escaping through her lips and resonating for but a few moments within the air around them before having the two dull ends of the chains pierce down into the girl’s cold flesh. A scream of agony would soon fall from the girl’s lips as she was lifted from the ground, pinned up against the wall with two ends of chains holding her there. As the chains pierced down into her shoulders, a splash of scarlet would erupt from her flesh, splashing along the male’s chest and the base of his neck before a river of the liquid would run down from the two entrance wounds, soaking her blouse to her frame, dripping down at her feet to form a puddle – staining the wall as it flowed. Soft whimpers fell from the girl’s throat as scarlet tears once more slipped down her pale cheeks. Soft wisps of breath would be pulled into the girl’s lungs, wincing with each intake due to the expanding of the metal within her wounds. Slowly lifting her head, the girl would look up at the face of the male, a soft, defensive, growl rumbled in the depths of her throat as she hung pathetically from where she was pinned.

I’ll be there for you through it all –
Even if saving you sends me to heaven.

Not too long was she pinned to the wall, before Christian was suddenly pressed against her form. The chains curled around his arms, but remained pinning her to the wall, arcing off his shoulders to extend to her. His hands forcefully grabbed hold of her head, pushing it to the side, he leaned down, snarling into her neck.

He threw his head back, parting his lips into a dark roar, exposing the swiftly elongating canines that resided within the moist depths behind those cracked lips. He let out a snort like hiss before lowering his head, pressing his fangs into soft pale flesh.

They pierced into her flesh near the back of her neck, and he swiftly began to drag them forward, through the flesh of her neck, leaving long, thick trails. After he reached the front of her throat, right next to her wind pipe, he moved back to that artery, since it was severed in his fangs travels, he began to swiftly lick at the blood that flowed forth, snarling into her neck once more.

[[.Macabre.Soliloquy.]]

|| Character Log: Engaged. ||

|| Players: Annaís and Christian. ||

|| Entry -- Submit: To Be Continued. ||

[[RaWr_Im_a_DiNoSaUr]]

The young woman opened her eyes slowly. After a few seconds of grogginess, she remembered where she was. The thing she was utterly confused about though, was, how could she had fell asleep in this position? Even though she was in a small chair, inthe corner of the room, her knees were tucked up to her chin, and her arms wrapped around them.
The woman slowly stretched herself out, one could hear little snaps and cracks in her bones as she did. Her ears perked up slightly, and her scartlet eyes peered around the room.

[Lharzriyal Dharque]

Lharzriyal Dharque

Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot take care of themself without that law is both.

With the last few cleaning wipes being executed upon my black african granite throne, I toss the rag in the air, and with the point of my middle finger, erect on my left hand, a shot of purple energy sparks from its tip, and hits the rag dead on, resulting in its disipation in thin air. A small smirk engulfs my lips and I sit down with a content feeling in my chest. I just felt as if everything tonight would go rather smoothly. Much different from my late emotional disposition. The place was seemingly barren at the moment, so I just sat back with my eyelips cradeling my eyes, a few black candles fickering in dance around my breathing corpse. The cool air drifted within the room with an elegance that only the elements themselves would be able to turn into such a physical magnifisence. With a soft sigh, I push out anything negative to contemplate, and quietly and calmly await a guest in my home

For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, 'If I live, I will kill you. If I die, You are forgiven.' Such is the rule of honour. - Lamb of God - Omerta

[Raayven darkwing]

Click, click, click.
This sound was heard going down the stairs, but soon no form entered the establishment in the normal manner. Instead some form which looked to be a man's, his hair in flowing rat tails, was climbing on the ceiling. He left no marks, no scars upon the stone as he did this. His eyes flickered a dazzling red, like a gem from the deepest pit of hell itself. Neither vampire nor human was this creature. Often considered a monstrosity by humans. Soon he jumped from the wall, flipping before landing upon the ground, knee bent only to minimize the shock to his bones. The man stood, hands in the pockets of his trench coat as its tail licked violently up at the air like black flames.

[[RaWr_Im_a_DiNoSaUr]]

Standing up silently, I look around the room. Pup was no longer here at the moment, nor was anyone else I didn't know. The room also seemed much more dim than it was earlier. Looking down, I noticed my hands were shaking. A cold tremor shot down my spine. I hadn't even noticed I was cold up until now? I ws definitley an odd one, I thought to myself quietly, and walked towards the fireplace across the room. Before I seated myself on a couch near the fire, I tugged at my jacket lightly, trying to see if it would cover any more of my bare legs, which seemed paler than usual.

[Raayven darkwing]

Ray looked over at the girl, and he blinked. Ray stood up from his crothed postion, keeping his hands in his trench coat pocket. He looked from the women to the bar, then back to the women as he rested his back against a pillar. He closed his eyes, breathing raggedly. He brough his hands out of his pockets, resting them at his sides.