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 Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2020 10:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2020 10:36 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2020 9:54 pm
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—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—
Time was fleeting as she stayed closed with the song beginning to wane like waking up from yet another dream. Still the imagery was right there before her, but it it looked to grow weary for some reason by that expression on Mare’s face. The way she turned away left her with a lingering grip on her chest that this was practice of a performance. It was presentation for the cat something Athena wasn’t aware of. That’s what it was, obviously, is what she told herself as the glimmer of hope in her eye looked to maybe dim much like the song playing. Nearly five minutes of dancing felt like seconds with her and her love needed to flee if it wasn’t something wanted. As the song came to an end, she thought to pull away once Mare did, but the feline seemed to lag in doing so. Maybe her hearing was better than Athena’s, but she was certain the song was over. She nervously, but softly chuckled trying to think of some way to let the Hybrid know, but her body paused at that breathy tone calling her name. She didn’t know what to do when Mare uttered her name as it was uncertainty of the next outcome that made her feel paralyzed. Did she mess up, did she do good, or was it something else?
It was that sudden touch of her cheek from Miss Dorne that drew her gaze upwards to the hybrid as she grew closer and closer. She was left stunned by the soft touch pressing against her lips as they remained so close. It didn’t feel possible to pull back the way the feline’s strength kept her in as if she refused to let her leave her grasps. It felt as if everything was being put into this kiss from passion as well as yearning on Maribel’s end. Like she had been holding back for awhile the way she intertwined them at that very moment. There was a staggering step at the embrace of her lips before leaning up to offer the cat a rewarded lock of their lips in return for an honest answer. Her chest felt tight, but her body in whole felt so light it could float. In all their silence, she wanted her crush to know that those brave feelings weren’t going unreciprocated. With a touch of her hand, she leaned in with a close of her eyes before placing a softer kiss on the feline’s lips with a rise off her tiptoes. They were so smooth and soft between her’s the way she thought of so many times while she lingered before stealing yet another just because she had waited for a moment so long with this woman. She didn’t know why now, but she didn’t want to think of an explanation when she was so relieved by her actions. It only felt necessary to reward Mare for giving her doubtful heart some clarity about whether to love or not. Her amour had been reignited and it belonged to the kitten the way she claimed her. Hopefully she could handle all the affection to come from the huntress.
☾ Location :: Nobel Galaxy>Zlaibovic>Lodric
☪ Feeling :: Delighted
☾ Company:: Maribel
☪ Wearing:: A black top, dark denim skinny jeans and her combat boots (currently off). Accessories: Ad's earpiece, Shield Generator, Vibroknife, and her hand cannon: Salem.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2020 6:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2020 9:25 pm
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—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—
Her mind felt numbed from worries as the huntress could only think how relieving the sensation was to be locking lips with someone she so longingly adored. She couldn’t compare it to Clista’s as the Feline’s kisses had more dare to do such like it was pent up desire. She felt weak in her legs from relief, but she wanted to keep up with those soft lips as long as they could go with her. The cat was better than the delicious meals she made and more intoxicating than any booze her lips had dipped on before. The blonde could only wonder how many more of the kisses she could have from her companion before second thoughts caused one of them to pull away.
Through all of those euphoric feels, the huntress felt this slight tingling by her ears. It was a soft humming, but it wasn’t like a purr from the feline. It had whispers and screeches to each note and change of time. It was almost as if it was in their trailer, in her ear, shrouding her mind. It gave her enough to put the hairs on her neck on end and trigger pools of blood red from the calm turquoise in her eyes. Throughout all the echoing vibrations, she felt as if her vibroblade was to her back and ready ready to pierce her. Like insects ready to bury their stingers into her flesh. It deterred her away from those ever so soft lips she was growing so fond of only to look up at Maribel in confusion as if to confirm she had her such frequencies. “What. . . was that?” She asked before looking over her shoulder wondering if she was just growing paranoid.
A knock came from their trailer door as the hums vanished as if to flee. “Artemis? Miss Derson?”Cerci called out in a gentle, yet altered voice. “Either of you available to discuss our performances?”
☾ Location :: Nobel Galaxy>Zlaibovic>Lodric
☪ Feeling :: Smitten
☾ Company:: Maribel
☪ Wearing:: A black top, dark denim skinny jeans and her combat boots (currently off). Accessories: Ad's earpiece, Shield Generator, Vibroknife, and her hand cannon: Salem.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2020 5:53 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2020 6:27 pm
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—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—
"Just a second, Silk!” She called out as she was trying to get herself under wraps while also trying to calm Maribel. But how could she when the problem was nowhere to be seen or heard? Antsy at first, she at least opened the door her former companion only to head back to the Feline to comfort her.
The Araqnian stepped through the doorway with a scanning gaze before taking notice of the displeased Hybrid. “My, my, what’s happening here?” her silvery voice chimed curiously as she towered over the damsel in distress. Her eyes were pools of wine in judgement . “Your cat doesn’t seem to well. Maybe rabies?”
Each word of the Araqnian’s had a faint hiss for the Hybrid to pick up with those feline ears. It was shrill and almost beside Maribel as if she was over top of her. Like a parasite trying to burrow her way into that cranium and dissect what was inside. She was calm, but her eyes hid a a seething bitterness aimed at the hybrid. They looked to wish to curiously pick away at the hybrid’s pretty features in fascination. Leaving Maribel’s eyes for last so she could witness it all in suffering from where she sat. The longer the banshee gazed, the atmosphere slowed almost to a steady halt as her senses honed wishing to end a life there on the spot. For it to be eviscerated by her hands only if not for the blonde beauty beside her coming into sight.
“She’s made no contact with any wild life for her to pick rabies up, Cerci. I don't even think Hybrids could pick it up that easy anymore.” She informed her as she kneeled down to assist her shipmate that she had just been so smitten with. A kiss like the one Maribel gave her to this behavior left her mind all over the place, but all on her companion at the same time. “Maribel, everything is fine. I’m right here.” She attempted to soothe the disturbed feline of her aches and pains, “I promise you, nothing is going to harm you while you’re under my watch.”
Cerci stood back wondering when she could sink her fangs into Athena’s companions and experience writhing pain from her venoms. What toxin would suit her best? One that swells up her throat and tongue until she chokes to death or one that paralyzes her and tempts her to stop breathing on her own? Maybe one that makes lose all feeling where she placed her bite or one that melted away the flesh and bone surrounding it. “You’re so diligent Bandit. Always the protective one. It makes me so jealous.”
A soft, hissing, voice whispered in Maribel’s ear. “You don't belong. You will die in a shallow grave here.” It stated as if sitting next to the Hybrid and flirting to death about the Feline. “And I will love every bit of playing with your corpse as you rot away.”
☾ Location :: Nobel Galaxy>Zlaibovic>Lodric
☪ Feeling :: Confused
☾ Company:: Maribel & Cerci
☪ Wearing:: A black top, dark denim skinny jeans and her combat boots (currently off). Accessories: Ad's earpiece, Shield Generator, Vibroknife, and her hand cannon: Salem.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2022 10:26 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2022 8:43 pm
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—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—
"The only way it stops.” The voice continued to loom over the cornered Hybrid as if laying right beside her to console her fears with such words, “Is the second you’re gone.” The presence of this pernicious force trailed up the Hybrid’s calves before evaporating upon contact with her thighs. It was gone like a cloud of smoke with it’s vile hissing and chatters subsiding along with it like a sinister parting. Gone for now, but uncertain if it would greet the feline again.
The huntress pulled back as Mare’s hissing left her in a state of disarray after being so tender with Athena. What noise could she be talking about? The only sounds she could pick up were the tunes of music and the air conditioning of their trailer. Cerci didn’t seem to be responding to any noises either. “What noises?” She asked in concern for her dance instructor.
She looked from the cat over to Cerci, feeling a sense of shame from her failed consoling. She hadn’t done anything, had she? From her peripherals, the trailer’s vanity offered her a glimpse of what made the Hybrid pull away from her like so. Those crimson eyes glowed back at her before the answer dawned upon her in a gut wrenching way. Maribel had no idea about that side of her, but such a response cut deep as she looked back at the curled cat. For feeling so near to her shipmate to so far, she gave a sigh as at the burdens as a Banshee; they’re always an outcast to citizens. “Let’s give her some time, Silk.” Athena insisted as that lingering kiss was starting to fade off her lips. That confusion and fluster she had before was starting to return stronger than ever. “Rest up, Maribel. We’ll be outside, oui.”
Watching as Athena lead the way out, Cerci straggled as her eyes leered over Maribel. The shroud over the lower half of her face little to no details of what was running through the Banshee’s mind. Those maroon eyes watched in silence to every inch of Mare’s squirming and writhing in her bed. She stood motionless for a moment that felt like minutes just in fascination at such a defenseless being before humming a soft lullaby as if to soothe Mare’s suffering. “Guarisci presto, gatto.” She said in a sing-song tone following Athena on her way out, “I’m curious to see your performance with my own eyes.”
☾ Location :: Nobel Galaxy-Zlaibovic-Lodric
☪ Feeling :: Confused/Hurt
☾ Company:: Maribel
☪ Wearing:: A black top, dark denim skinny jeans and her combat boots. Accessories: Ad's earpiece, Shield Generator, Vibroknife, and her hand cannon: Salem.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2022 9:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2022 12:22 pm
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—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—
With the door to Athena’s trailer closed behind her, Cerci directed her attention to her comrade. The look on her face was clear upset by the Hybrid’s actions and words as if they contradicted something that happened before the Araqnian’s arrival. Someone as strong as this blonde looking so weak drove something in her to a soft state as this Banshee was different beyond the rest of their old crew. While the Aquatorian’s eyes looked so violent, the expression it held was so agonizing. It was more reason for the veiled inquisitor to do what she could to lure her in. These two Banshees had a lot to discuss while on Zlaihovic.
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An alert was sent to Maribel’s holocom, “Maribel, it’s Naomi! I hope this was the right contact information.” The Banshee apprentice seemed concerned as she was still new to having a holocom to herself. “I was wondering if perhaps you’d like to explore the circus grounds and maybe practice our performances? I came to the solution that it would be in your favor since you’re not free to roam at the moment as well as being able to stretch your limbs from your trailer.”
Another of the Keisidian’s transmissions came in right after the first one. “Just let me know and I will come over first thing in the morning!”
☾ Location :: Nobel Galaxy-Zlaibovic-Lodric
☪ Feeling :: Confused/Hurt
☾ Company:: Maribel, Cerci, & Ad
☪ Wearing:: A black top, dark denim skinny jeans and her combat boots. Accessories: Ad's earpiece, Shield Generator, Vibroknife, and her hand cannon: Salem.
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2023 6:42 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2023 6:51 pm
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—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—
The night creeping up was a quiet one despite the thrilling night Mare had sprung upon Athena. There had been a lasting discussion with her Araqnian compatriot over matters and once it was over, the huntress returned quiet and distant as she had retreated to bed. No “good nights” nor “sleep wells”, but a somber curling in her bed as if nothing had happened. No attempt by Maribel would’ve pried Athena to open the darker the night had become. It was only in the middle of the night that amidst the trailer a faint sniffle could have been heard before being shrouded in slumber with no clear trail of distress.
Now, at the crack of dawn, Athena had disappeared without notice. Possibly a rendezvous requested by Silk? Purposely so Mare made no attempt to trail her while she was confined by the planet’s laws? The Banshee’s way was a deviant one to follow that many couldn’t keep up with. Not one for a casual’s curiosity to get involved with. They ran as a family and even if one or two strayed away, they would eventually come back to one another after a matter of steps.
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There was a knock on Athena and Mare’s door as Naomi was an early bird due to her disciplined training. Yoga and calisthenics were a must to keep a fighter’s tone. “Maribel, good morning!” The Keisidian called as her markings swirled about her from head to toe. She bounced patiently while going through her new holocom, “Sorry, if I’m a little late. I got somewhat distracted with my call with Kami. I have to ask her if she’s had anything to eat, drinking in any way, and sometimes if she’s washed. I understand that work comes first, but energy is a currency. She could spend it better.” She played with her silver bang before swooping it off to the side of her burgundy hued eyes. Her smile was soft, but the energy that it held it was like a bashful giant hiding behind a small fence. Even thinking about Kami made her chuckle to herself as she had to plan out when she would call her again when she woke up. “It’s mountain after mountain with her.” The Keisidian, despite her words of her girlfriend, seemed to be happy to care for someone like so.
☾ Location :: Nobel Galaxy-Zlaibovic-Lodric
☪ Feeling :: M.I.A
☾ Company:: Presumably Ad
☪ Wearing:: M.I.A
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2023 8:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2023 9:57 pm
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—(••÷[ aтнena dorne ]÷••—
The Keisidian was bright-eyed as ever with her markings swimming about on her face in the most subtle of motions. Pools of maroon glimmered above her ever cheerful smile. Her platinum, sheening from the daylight, was tied up beside her bangs. The aura around her was forever radiant as if to reassure those around her to have faith in her capabilities. It showed as well as she balanced snack after in one while carrying a basket of several drinks in the other. The moment she saw the Hybrid, her radiance seemed to dial up like the morning sun for the feline.
“You are fine! There is no reason to perspire over such things.” She nodded eccentrically as she made her way inside without a shift in the towering food or a struggle from the heavy looking basket. “I went to a nearby convenience store to see what delicacies they had and assumed that maybe you would want some during the nights! The pastries have silly names like ZangDangs, Hoo-Ha’s, and QuasarQuacks! It’s a cracker shaped like these things called ducks!” The young apprentice chuckled at such a humorous play on words. “And they had these different assortments of teas. Some flavors that they don’t have in my system. Some are carbonated, so be careful that you don’t get the burps. Oh, and some noodles in a cup as well!” She set all the items down, but rubbed the back of her head with a little disapproval on her face. “They had pizzas as well that I wanted to get for Kamietta, but Mistress Silk said they may thaw out by the time she got to them. She is very busy, after all.”
The Keisidian took a gander around the trailer as she envied the natural light that seemed to enter the Feline’s trailer compared to the one given to her and Silk. Despite the welcoming sunlight, the energy in the room lingered from the evening before. There was delight, desire, fear, confusion, and even sadness remaining inside the room. Along with the uneasiness in the room from Maribel, it was almost like walking into a boutique with an array of perfumes sprayed. Her head was spinning at such overwhelming and overlapping energies confronting her all together. “Uwaaa. . .why so spicy?” She said with a dizzying tone commenting her markings swirling about as if under the influence, “Did something happen yesterday evening?”
☾ Location :: Zlaihovic-Circus Grounds-Athena and Mare's Trailer
☾ Company:: Presumably Ad
☪ Wearing:: Unknown
☪ Feeling :: Unknown
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