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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 11:40 pm
La Flamme Bleu's and iDemonheart's First Roleplay: Ok guys, he and I are going to start RPing again. This is an exclusive thread where only he and I can post, but watchers are welcome. Yes, some of us are still alive! Azul Makior The Demon Maiden, Siekarra
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2012 11:59 pm
Demons...they are usually seen as great brutes, but those are just the grunts. The lowest of the low, the scum that festers in the infected bowels of the Nether. From there a maiden of virtue, shepards the tormented, and bears the child of a Pit Lord. This child, born with the purity of his mother's heart, was cast out of the Nether and into the realm of mortals.
It is here where the child of a demon grows up, but with so much purity within the boy, it appears to have been snuffed out from the corruption that surrounds him. And from here we look into the life of Azul and Siekarra, before the breaking of the mortal realm, before the ascension into godhood. The story, of two mortals...
It was a normal routine, get up, get out, and be a practice dummy for the village's young boys. Never optimistic for waking up early in the morning but the boys are ever so cruel and wicked to instill pain and misery unto a slave.
Over time, the boys had begun to be even crueler, as the boy name Azul grew to become more ferocious and deadlier after every fight. It was until the routines became a bloodbath for every challenge placed on him. Eventually, the young men of the village thinned every week as Azul filled the graveyards with corpses of young men.
He was later sold to be a gladiator and with a sack full of silver, he was placed into an even greater stage, with battle hardened veterans of the arena going after his throat. It was kill or be killed, and it came to Azul naturally as he slew each and every foe that dared cross him.
With every foe that laid dead in the arena. the more gold came pouring in. Eventually Azul had bought his own freedom and is now the residential Warlord of the arena, the highest ranking gladiator, he now owns his own slaves, but usually they die from his harsh training regime, or from being slewn in the arena.
Adorn in battleworn armor, and a great sword on his back, the ushering of a crowd has gathered in the cities trade plaza as the newest harvest of slaves arrived in the great city of Malior.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 12:22 am
She was never given a name; born into servitude, you were more likely to gain three square meals a day than a name.
Her day began as it had for years: she woke up and cooked her master breakfast, making sure everything was in it's place, and cleaning along the way. She had not spoken hardly a word since he first bought her as an orphaned demon girl. The only things that betrayed her race were her shimmering silver hair, her wolf ears, and her wolf tail. With her mouth hardly ever opening, one would not usually see her abnormally long canines, and her claws seemed to just be nails.
One would assume she was used to her service; if one did not see the hatred burning in her silent blue eyes. Today was the day of her liberation; her master was set to fight in an arena today, and while he battled for his life, she was going to run and never look back.
Breakfast went silent as usual, and she had shined his armor so that it glistened like moonlight, clothing him silently and obediently before preparing his horse. She would walk beside him on foot as usual while he rode the prized steed.
~~Skipping ahead a bit~~
She handed her master his sword, bowing as she did so. He did not dignify her with a thanks as he strode proudly out into the arena. Without a word, the woman fled to the stables, preparing the horse for departure, whispering calming words to the animal.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 12:33 am
As he prepared, he had removed his regal looking armor, more for appearances then actual practicality. Leather strapped across his chest with bloodstained spaulders. Staring at his prized sword he had won after felling it's previous owner, he picked up a notched war axe with special grooves that made a howl as it swung.
As the portcullis was raised ten participants had entered the ring and from his mouth, a hellish roar pierced through the air demoralizing those within earshot of his howl. With throbbing veins pumping adrenaline through his body, his battle cry had stirred the horses in the stables to be agitated. So agitated in fact, the neighing horses pawed the ground and thrashed about violently.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 12:42 am
The woman let out a piercing screech into the sky as though responding to the roar that bellowed. The stallion she was previously stroking went mad and began joining the thrashing horses.
As though she didn't noticed what she had done, she fearlessly yanked its bridle as though trying to pin the horse to the ground. She muttered something in an ancient tongue, but the horse continued bucking beneath her.
"Damn you!" she bellowed, deciding to save her own skin and dart out of the stall until the animal calmed. She growled as she watched the animal pace, and then decided she would try on foot, not knowing how long it would take the animal to calm.
She quickly checked her supply pouch, slid it beneath her servant dress, and then bowed her head so not to draw attention to herself as she fled.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 12:53 am
It was over as soon as the war cry was uttered. Blood and gore painted the arena grounds as Azul exited without even much as acknowledging the roaring crowd that cheered at him. As he passed by the thrashing horses in the stalls, one missing horse.
With blood painted over his face from his recent foes, he let out a sharp whistle as a distant neigh followed up with thundering hooves came closer. Hastily mounting his faithful Black Mare, whispering into her ear to ride with haste.
"You'll not get far, the desert is more merciful then I", Azul reared Gabriel as they both rode out into the outskirts and into the desert eyeing the horizon for any signs of his runaway slave.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 1:03 am
Something wasn't right in the air. She could smell blood and death as though it followed her in her wake.
'The quicker I leave this place behind, the faster my mind shall be at ease,' she thought to herself.
She should have noticed that she didn't latch the horse's stall properly, for the obedient animal had taken to following her, her having been his caretaker for years. When she did finally take notice, only minutes had gone by; but to a runaway servant, minutes meant miles. She had been so focused on her escape that the animal's presence didn't register with her until she was a ways into the desert.
She jumped at the snort and before she could retaliate, she mounted the animal, feeling as though something were closing in. She kicked the horse into a run, not noticing that she was being eyed.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 1:22 am
Already being in a break neck speed, it didn't take long as the Black Gabriel neared the renegade slave. Undoing the lasso tied to the Mare's side, it was with ease as Azul casted the rope expertly, and strung tightly around his slaves torso. Yanking her off her mount and onto the merciless desert beneath her. Dismounting off of Gabriel he blew a sharp whistle as she took control of the rider less horse.
With the hot dry air already caking the blood onto his skin, his sky blue eyes glared furiously at his slave. Slapping her with the back of his hand he tightened the bindings on her as he heaved a great sigh. "Don't do this again, I'd rather not have this desert take you...come, your punishment will be far worse then the travel back"
Binding his slave and with miles ahead back into the city the sun overhead shined mercilessly as sweat began to coat his body. As Azul rode on Gabriel he was first to break the silence "Your tenacity is admirable... but I'd rather not have you taken away from me when you can serve me well by my side in the arena" he never bothered to name her seeing as she already had one, but with the lack of a name Azul stared into the sky as he saw a falcon flying freely. He whispered "...freedom, such a beautiful thing. Wide and free the sky" And that when it hit him "Your name, it's Sky from now on"
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 1:36 am
She slammed into the scorching desert beneath her, the breath rushing from her body before she knew what hit her. As her blurred eyes came back into focus, her ears began to cease their ringing. It was then she realized that she had been caught.
'No, I was so close!' her mind raced, her body still breathless. Her eyes locked with his and in that instant she knew that this was her new master. The smell of the caking blood filled her nostrils as she stood up, the grim realization truly beginning to set in.
As his hand struck her mercilessly, she barely seemed to flinch, anger and sadness overtaking her body and numbing her. Her mouth and nose began to bleed, her cheek turning red and swelling up.
She managed a submissive nod as she followed her master. She wasn't keeping track of time and barely noticed anything until she heard a strange word.
Name? He was giving her a name? She paused only momentarily before being yanked forward by her bindings. She was utterly baffled, hardly being able to take offense to his lack of thought. What mattered was that she was being given a name!
She managed to hold back her surprise as she gave a small nod. "Understood."
She then waited for him to bestow her with her punishment, knowing that a slave caught running away was usually sentenced to the worst tortures imaginable. And Warlords were known to be the some of the most merciless beings.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 2:03 am
The walk back was hellish, and as the two neared the city a cloud of dust came billowing towards Azul as three horsemen enclosed around him. Three slave traders looked angrily at Sky and immediately began to start whipping her. The cracks of the whip made Azul uncomfortable, as he was unable to stop the traders from punishing Sky. But when he had begun to notice that the man that delivered the whipping was thoroughly enjoying himself. The other two took turns as they had begun to think deviously as they had encroached upon Sky with the most ill of intent. One of them glanced back at Azul chuckling in a very disgusting manner "You can have your way with her after we're done"
This had sparked an internal fury that had been bottled through years of abuse from the likes of them. A surge swept through his stomach as he unleashed his hellish roar, stopping the three from doing what they intended to do to Sky.
Smashing the face of the whipper as he grinded his head onto the desert ground. And dispatching the other two, mercilessly, and painfully. His body, now freshly painted with blood, adrenaline flooding through his body and letting out an angry howl into the dimming sky.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 12:38 pm
Sky tensed up as the horsemen approached them. She could practically smell the anger seething from them, and she knew the cracks of the whips were not far away.
As if on cue the slave traders each pulled out a cruel looking whip, and she held her breath as the lashes came down, each harder than the last. The smell of her own blood immediately filled her nostrils as the pain overwhelmed her, her body giving way and falling to the ground at the sting of the punishment.
Her swirling eyes looked up with blurred vision above gritted teeth as she remained on all fours, her back facing her abusers. She managed to notice of a look of sickening lust on each whipper's face, and her numb and burning body tensed up, her fangs elongating in signal that she was preparing to defend herself at any cost.
'You can have your way with her after we're done.' The words echoed in her head, feeding the demoness' anger beneath, as she locked every inch of her body, preparing for the impact, and preparing for battle.
The moment Azul roared, her body lunged erect and she began uttering in an ancient tongue even unknown to her, a tattoo-like symbol appearing on her left shoulder blade and glowing as her wounds healed.
'I feel as though I'm....floating back in the womb,' her mind thought calmly as she closed her eyes to relish this emotion. She felt as though she had once again found an old friend as a pair of large white angelic wings sprouted from her back, and quickly folded and disappeared. She felt eerily at peace as blood of men soiled the ground not mere feet away from her.
As Azul's angry howl echoed in the golden sky, Sky opened her eyes and her wings folded and disappeared, nothing but her tattered clothes and tattoo remaining from the skirmish.
She gazed almost lazily at Azul, somehow not seeing her master as a current threat despite his blood-drenched appearance. She waited serenely for him to make the next move.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 7:23 pm
As the carrion birds hovered over the only two people that were alive in the desert, Azul picked Sky up as if she belonged to him, and only him. Placing her on the back of Gabriel the black mare, Azul lead the four of them into a nearby oasis. As the sun had begun to sink below the horizon the sky looked darker then usual as a cloud of carrion birds started to swarm over the corpses.
Seemingly to forget the newly caked blood on his body, Azul had begun to start a campfire. The entrance to the city being closed off at nights the only option was to camp for the night. Being mindful of the damaging effects of blood on his armor, he had begun to remove his clothing, showcasing an impressive body built by years of combat, and scars that have never faded from his days of being a slave.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 7:37 pm
Sky gathered his armor into a neat pile, seeming unfazed at his masculine physique. She pulled a bowl from her pouch and filled it with clean water.
'How ironic that I am using this bowl to clean my captor's armor compared to feeding my own stomach,' she thought bitterly as she collected a few nearby plants that she recognized.
She was an expert at cleaning armor by now, and the herbs would help the caked blood come off with ease. She ground up a few of the herbs and mixed them together in the water, making an orange-like substance. She commenced cleaning his armor, not saying a word as her skilled hands were her outlet.
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 7:56 pm
As Azul saw his new slave go to work on his armor, and being freshly bathed. He took it upon himself, as he grabbed the bowl that she was using and began to clean his own armor. "I'm not asking you to service me, you don't need to anyway" dressed in nothing but a loin cloth he sat down next to Sky and began to work away at his armor. Occasionally he would look up at the setting sun, but he would lose interest as soon as the brutal chill of the desert night began to creep onto him.
As the cold had begun to replace the heat Azul turned his attention towards Sky "Remove your clothes, for us to survive the cold we will need to share our body heat"
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Posted: Sat Apr 14, 2012 8:04 pm
Sky was taken aback.
'What exactly is he hoping to obtain then?' her inner mind growled.
She sat beside him, her hands in her lap obediently. The chill of the desert night was embracing her as well, so she wasn't surprised when he told her to remove her clothes.
Gracefully and silently she removed the remains of the tattered dress, folding it and setting it aside. She tensed herself awaiting his next move, knowing where this might lead.
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