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 Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 8:33 pm
wahmbulance Warning wahmbulance
Ok...again, possability of blood, murder, and foul language. If this offends you please don't read. This warning will probably be for most of their rps sweatdrop  Four days, twenty-four minuets, and 56 seconds, that was how long it had been since she had been with her dark lover. She could still feel his touch on her body, but more than that she could still feel his blood in her body, his dark voice whispering in her mind...atleast she thought it was his voice.
Ruby eyes closed as another tremor tore through her slender frame. They had began two days ago, followed soon by the sweet dark voice that whispered in her ear. Most of the time Marinette didn't know what it was whispering, it was still so far away, but sometime...sometime it was as close to her as her own heartbeat. This was one of those times...
"come to us, come chanter, come seeker, lead us.."
She moaned softly tossing her head. The voice was so soft, so seductive but with it came the pain. Crippling, wracking pain that left the young female curled in a shivering ball. At times it felt like she should just give in to the voice, but something wouldn't let her, told her to keep fighting that -he- would be there and it would be ok.
"He does not care child, after all he is not here is he? No little one, it was -him- that did this to you. Come to us, we can make it better."
Marinette gritted her teeth against the agony that punched through her gut, bitting down so hard on her lower lip that she began to bleed trying to focus past the pain, unaware of how her mind was screaming for him, her darkness, for Oguntocado...
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 6:55 am
 It was a conundrum, how he yearned for her so. Or perhaps not. Perhaps it was more surprising to him that he had yet to come across her again.
Then again... he had yet to actually search her out.
Today... today his desire to find her again had been fiercer than usual. Instead of a thought or a notion that it would please him if their paths crossed it was almost a need of such intensity Oguntocado decided not to deny it. For whatever reason, she was in his blood.
And he in hers.
With a slight snort Oguntocado left his family's home, nodding to those he passed. They were a close family, yes, but the children's freedoms were honored & respected. They were all grown after all. At least until his parents spawned again.
Outside he began his spell. He would see her today. The dark magics bent to his will and shot out like a crimson trail. Taking time only long enough to set his spell to last until he reached his destination Oguntocado took off.
Later he would wonder at being so hasty. So uncharacteristic of him when a battle was not what waited for him.
The spell was just fading when he caught the taste of her blood in the water. He wanted to think that she was sculpting... but somehow knew she was not. Possibly the lack of another's blood staining the water. Something lurched in him and he increased his speed -silent as ever.
Until he saw her... saw her wracked in agony. He growled with possessive protectiveness as he reached her side, drawing her to him as he simultaneously checked her for wounds and looked to see who dared damage her. Though his eyes did not glow like his father's & some of his siblings' the red orbs flashed with fury. He. Would. Have. Their. BLOOD.((He should be able to think past his initial reaction to start figuring out what is causing it next post. *winks*))
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 9:33 am
"Oh now he comes to you, but has he not let you suffer alone all this time? He could have stopped it but he does not care. You are just his toy..."
Marinette shook her head franticly, why would these voices not just leave her alone. The usually stoic and emotionless young female moaned in pain, her eyes closed tightly as if she could shut out the world.
"You are so weak, he will not help you, you are not worth helping to anyone but us child. We love you."
Bitting her lower lip again, she cracked open her eyes for a moment wondering if he was really there or just another figment of her imagenation. "If you loved me you wouldn't hurt me..." Was...was she talking to thin air? That was definatly how it appeared.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 2:38 pm
Seeing the strong female thus made something ache painfully in Oguntocado's chest. Seeing no physical wounds he could only hold her to him, feeling he broke inside as her head shook. No? Did she not want him here? Perhaps...
Oguntocado did not get to finish the thought. Love. He usually considered it a 'good' intangible, though he knew his parents loved and did not think less of them for it. Stitched lips pressed then brushed across the blue scales of Marinette's forehead. He had never said he loved her. Whether he did or not... that was something not in his leisure to mull over something so obscure as his feelings.
Not when his little artist was in pain.
"I'll never hurt you." He swore in a croaking murmur -the best he could do with his real voice against his stitches. Other than underused, his real voice was much like his magiced one, scratchy from straining vocal chords whose only exercise was growing and subvocalizations.
Then he noticed it. The change. Finally able to look past her hurt family trained senses picked up on the difference: what was before a flicker of dark power within her -like a light beneath a basket- had now grown. His worry -worry? yes worry- for her had overrode his initial observation of this. Growling Oguntocato focused his own dark energies, carefully slipping one of Marinette's knives from her body to slice his own flesh as he muttered the spell he desired. Even more carefully he returned the blade, holding her body crushingly close to his own as blood stained the water beautiful shades.
*What do you think you are doing?* The war-loa-blessed growled to whatever was hurting Marinette. His thoughts, bent on their destruction and her protection. He had brought himself inside. In her mind one could say, or within the magical plane. Even here he held onto the female with a fierceness more than possessiveness.
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 2:58 pm
There was a hiss in both of their minds, one that made Marinette flinch faintly, whatever it was was angry that he dared to interfer and going to take out it's rage on her. Waves of hatred swamped her sense causing her to thrash in his hold wildly making a high keening sound in the back of her throat.
"She is ours war beast, do not interffer in what will be."
Agony such as she had never known ripped through her again, her skin suddenly burning hot as if her blood was boiling. Her scales would burn at his touch as she struggled.
"See pet? He is hurting you...tell him to go and the pain will end. Send him away pet...obey us."
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 6:20 am
*Marinette!!* His spirit screamed her name to see & feel her in such agony. He nearly let her go but knew that in the long run... that would not help her. Not only that... but he found he simply could not.
This is her power. The thought came to Oguntocado with certainty. Though he might be able to do something to contain it for her, that too would not help her. Without actually putting his stitched lips to her head on both planes of existence he 'spoke' to her in a voice that was at once loving & commanding. *Marinette... thandeka... you must fight them. It. This. I can help you. Guide you. I will. But you must listen to me, thandeka. You must fight. You must control it before it control you. It's your power to control. Be strong... you can do this. I will see you can, thandeka.*
Focused on what must be done Oguntocado did not realize when his his dark heart gave her its title and his bond.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 11:22 am
Thandeka....loved on....Marinette didn't know how she understood the unfamilar word but his voice pierced through the haze of pain surround her brain, gave her something to focus on. He was here..it wasn't just her imagenation again.
"Do not listen to him child!!"
A sharp hissed slipped from her lips at the stab of pain but this time she fought back. "I..am..no..ones..child!" She snarled both mentally and verbally, her mind finally working again despite the agony. Instead she focused on his voice, the touch of his skin on her own burning flesh. It was not so much that he was her strenght as he reminded her of her own strenght.
"...You will pay for that child. We will have you, as for you war beast, savor her while you can. She is -ours-."
Marinette nearly passed out as the sharp pain suddenly disappeared along with the voice. It took all her will to keep her eyes from rolling up in her head, even as she sagged in his hold. Tremors still raced through her muscles as her body tried to relearn itself. "You came.." her voice was so soft it was barely there.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 9:20 am
Oguntocado still had not realized how his heart called out to her; what his heart had called her. He would not argue it -no- but he simply had not stopped to think on it. He wanted to growl at the voice for its threat but he held it back barely. Mostly with pride as his artist was fighting back. At the same time, a thought rang in his mind that he did not voice. I will savor her forever... and you WILL NOT have her! A silent oath, it burned in his iris-less red eyes.
The sound that did finally come from him was something like a husky croon as he felt Marinette shift in his fins. Oguntocado closed his eyes in near relief, holding her close while carefully stroking her body in a way that would help her process of regaining control. It was no mere lover's caress, though the feeling in his touch could hardly be denied. The faintness of her voice alone snapped his eyes open, her words having more impact on him then their volume could have alone. Slowly stitched lips smirked then pressed against her pulse point with a meaningful kiss. "Of course." His words came out as before, but more tender this time as he breathed upon her scales lovingly. Oguntocado did not like relying on spell-speech if he did not have to. Better his own voice, little used as it was. "You're inside me, my dark artist."
And that was it, was it not? All that needed to be said, unless she needed more. It was enough for Oguntocado. He knew what that implied. He was hers. He would come. One way or another she would call to him and he would be as he was today needing to find her. She was in his blackened heart, in his blood.
Which was fine by him. She was worthy. Father would approve he was sure. Not that it mattered much now... Oguntocado would see that he did. He knew his choice was made: her. Only her. And he would see Marinette conquer this.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 1:16 pm
Marinette's smile was faint as she let him hold her weight up. She did not think he would mind giving her a few moments of weakness. Her eyes slid closed again though this time not from pain, only from sheer physical exhaust. While it had not been a very pyschial fight, it still left her muscle weak and trembling as she snuggled against his warmth.
They would stay like that for several minuets as she re-learned to breath before her ruby eyes opened again. "What was that?" Somehow she knew he held the answer, both to what had attacked her and why it had targeted her. The voices had even said he knew, though she didn't feel that the blame they implied rested with him.
"It started a few days ago, at first I thought nothing of it. Madness after all runs in my family. My older brother is well and truly insane and I supposed I was simply turning in the family way." She spoke of the madness as another might meantion blue eyes ran in their family, as if it was nothing.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 9:00 pm
Several minutes seemed like forever and no time at all. The beta male so bent on war held the smaller femme to hi with surprising gentleness. Possessive, to be sure, but tender and loving. His fins caressed her body also possessively, but soothing and massaging as well.
Red eyes that had fallen closed snapped open at Marinette's question. His movements at that moment froze as well apart from suddenly gripping her closer still. His gaze did not falter from her crimson orbs as she spoke on, though his expression shifted. An odd look for one such as Oguntocado, always so sure. An awkwardness and uncertainty touched a face that was not happy and yet not quite sad either. He frowned even as he looked ready to apologize, and even more that he was not quite certain where to begin even if he wanted to.
Murmuring softly, he cast the spell to speak. Regular though... not the one of before. His own voice would not make the explanation. A flicker of worry went through his eyes before he began, raising one fin to stroke her cheek. "In two words... your power."
Oguntocado sighed, touching his fin to her mouth in silent signal that he was going to continue & to let him do this. He seemed uncomfortable with his deductions even as he was sure. "When we met I sensed a dark power in you & thought little of it other than to note it was there. It did not appear to be sleeping at that time or the next, but the whole of itself. Perhaps it was, or perhaps it was merely dormant. It is much more now than it was then..."
Even magical words failed him and the war-loa-blessed now looked wracked with guilt yet also... perhaps it was pride. "It is possible... my blood, within you... even without the proper transfer ceremony..." Oguntocado frowned. "It could have awakened your sleeping powers. Or even made them stronger. I do not know." How it infuriated him to admit that. Not because he was telling her so, but because he did not have a more clear & certain answer to give her. "Mother did not have magical power until Father started sharing his demon blood with her. I don't know how my demon blood would interact with dormant dark magic."
Another slight pause as he slid his fin from her mouth, along her cheek, and down her side. "...and I was using magic when we joined." In the silence that followed in the ache in his heart he may as well have said that for all he knew it could have been his fault. He did not have to though, for it was there in his iris-less eyes and the way his fins held her closer against his body.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 7:07 pm
Her smile was a suprising thing....all light and tenderness from one so dark. She gently stroked her still trembling fins over his face "Like calls to like love." She rested in his arms her eyes slowly closing.
Just when he thought she had passed out she spoke softly, "My mother was a dark witch. She was the most beautiful female in her time. Her gift was so strong it shone through her like a dark beacon. It attracted my father to her. He was demonkyn of a high level. I do not know which as I was just an egg when it happpened. My older brother had told me of them."
By the time she was done talking she had seemed to gain more strenght and relaxed, the pain and tension disappearing from her body. She sounded more like her normal self when she spoke again. "For all that he was a demon, my father was loyal to my mother. It was not a trait she shared sadly for she was quiet insane. In a fit of jelousy he slew his cheating lover and returned to the lower planes leaving my egg in the care of my older and slightly insane brother. He did his best but being insane was not a help."
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 8:36 pm
Love. Yes he did. Oguntocado's heart wrapped around that thought as he held her in the silence that followed, surprisingly basking in that unexpected smile of hers and the feel of her fins upon his face. Like calls to like, hm? The war blessed held her close deciding thoughts on that could wait for the moment to drift on the revelation of this new feeling. Not new in itself, but new in knowing and acknowledging it. Then just as he was thinking he would like to take her somewhere else if they were to sleep if she needed her rest after that Marinette's voice broke the litany of his thoughts. Avidly he listened to his artist's voice & the tale she told. He would have listened even if he was not enraptured by her. Now though it bore greater meaning, for it pertained to her.
And as he learned more, it was as if the love he already had for her was lifted with a logical vindication. Not that such a thing was needed, but it was there now nonetheless. She was a half demon then... like himself. His fins tightened in their wrapping around her, wanting this female closer even still. Stitched lips pressed to blue scales with a loving & fierce intensity & so much more. Joy, relief, tenderness, compassion, pride, comprehension, honor. "Demons can be very loyal, thandeka. Possessively loyal." A brief squeeze. "Thank you."
Thanks for telling, for sharing, for trusting -for simply being her. It was there in his seldom used murmur, in his touch, in the way his eyes rested upon her.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 8:45 pm
"I take after our father or so Shakpana tells me. He has our mother's looks and mannerisms." She smiled softly as she relaxed in his hold. "But it seems that I will take after our mother in power, and to think I use to envy him his abilities." She laughed softly though the sound had no humor.
"It makes sense now though, if this is the pain hat my brother had to go through to gain his gifts, then it is understandable that he is quiet mad. " She paused thoughtfully "I have never thought to ask him, I will have to now. Later.." She rested against him "I am still rather tired, I am sorry my love that I am not stronger."
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 9:06 pm
Shakpana. He filed the name away for later. Important, yes, but his artist was relaxing.
Star-marked fins tightened around her once more, this time protectively. Stitched lips brushed across her cheek to temple. 'no apology' he seemed to say. While at the same time Oguntocado wordlessly expressed how strong he though her to be. A slight tug... if she was tired there was a safe place that direction where she could rest where he would take her.
He would stay with her. For more resons thn he coud list.
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Posted: Fri Jul 04, 2008 8:19 pm
Her smile was exhausted as she let him tug her along. She was tired and it showed but for once she felt at peace. She knew who she was and that someone out there was for her as she was for him.
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