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A Dangerous Rose and The King of Fear
Ianthe/me
Kearn/Ferrets
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Deep in the dark hallways and turns of the lower temple, the loud echoing sound of hooves on stone could be heard, rushed and excited. Kearne's tail flicked back and forth excitedly as he drug a rotting corpse down into the depths of the temple, towards an empty room that he had apparently claimed for himself. A nice little nook to help him worship his God. Though he had just started coming to the temple, he knew that this was where he belonged... Where his God had influence. Everything about this place sceamed Nightmares! It made him so excited, his legs were shaking as he continued to move the lifeless body

The scent of blood mixed itself with the musty air of the underground labyrinth and was carried heavily around rock and stone. So thick it was, in fact, that the smell tingled the female's nose some several hundred feet away, even when separated by walls and rooms.

Twitching a tall ear and lifting her head from white yellow paws, hair skewed her vision as she blinked around her “home”. Already she knew what the smell was, and she knew that someone had just dragged it in, but the question standing was “who?”

Well, curiosity… of perhaps the morbid sort… over took her and folding her wings over her back, she wiggled out through the tiny hole in her quarters that led into the maze of passages that made up the catacomb-like area under the temple.

Following her nose, she wound left and right, over rubble and whatever else lay in her path. It didn’t take long to cover the distance between her home and the blood-scented thing. Rounding a corner, she caught sight of a carcass being dragged by…him…

An annoyed look crossed her face as she just stood there, glaring at the male she had met a few days past.

The morbid malu didnt seem to notice her as she came around the corner, too involved in his precious work.. He turned into his room, dragging the poor dead thing into the center of the room, where there were a few others pilled there.. In truth, he hadn't killed any of them. They were the left overs from his new friend.. the Malu known as Aion. He had watched him kill and decorate his own shrine the past few days, so he had merely stole the decaying bodies from his pile outside the eviler malu's door. He then started to work of stripping the flesh from the bodies, only leaving the bones. After all, if he left all the wet parts... it'd stink too badly to even worship at all in here

Watching Kearn move off with carcass in tow, Ianthe debated on whether or not to follow. She was curious, but if another brawl between them broke out, she wouldn’t be able to hold long. The gash from their last tiff had yet to fully heal and thus she was still moving with some sort of limp.

Oh to hell with it. If they fought, she’d give a few then break apart like last time.

In a silent, uneven creep, the sunset follower moved after the male. Ebon eyes caught the legs of the carcass disappear around a corner, but when she got there, she realized it wasn’t a corner into another hall at all. It was a room and sort of like her own. …Actually, no, scratch that, it was nothing like her’s. Her’s was BETTER.

Blonde haired skull peeked around the corner, though ears had already heard what the other was doing inside. She watched as flesh was stripped from bone, tendons and muscle snapping, as they were broken and fluids leaking out onto the floor. This…well, it didn’t do anything for her but add to some curiosity. She wasn’t into death as this one seemed to be…

Taking a gutsy move, Ianthe slinked around the corner and moved along the walls, black eyes glinting from some unknown light source. “Rrdecorrating?” She asked in that purring voice.

He almost jumped, looking up quickly with startled eyes.. Wow, he had really been into his work.. But when he recognized the female in the dim light he grinned widely, exactly as he had the other night, ears twitching back. "I suppose you could say that.." He snickered, tossing a clean leg bone over into the corner, a pile of green flesh forming in front of him. Yea, it was gross. But he didn't mind gross... And anything to create a nightmareish setting, where he could torture and scare victims in the name of his precious God. "He grabbed a skull, fur still clinging to it in some places, raising it and giving it a shake in her direaction, causing the jaw to move up and down.. A sick, morbid puppet. "This... doesnt scare you...?" Again, he was impressed that she hadn't screamed and ran away.. Or at least look sick.

Ianthe only rolled black orbs at the jaw-flopping skull as she straightened herself and stepped away from the wall. Eyes looked to the pile of ageing flesh, as she moved as if half-heartedly circling the room, while she answered the asked question. “No. Blood, corpses, death; it brings no fear, that.”

"Hmm..." He shrugged a bit and started picking the dried skin and fur from teh skull, then tossed it over to the other bones. "What does scare you then...?" His white, blind looking, eyes glanced up at her as she circled, watching her closely for any change in her reactions. This female truly was something else..."Perhaps something more cute? Would you scream at the sight of a mouse or spider?"

The female had to give a chuckle to that. “What I fearr is something you will neverr find out about, I think; I will neverr tell you.” She glanced up at the male, a curled smirk on her muzzle.

Coming to the corner with the bones, their pile steadily growing, she pawed gingerly at one and sniffed at its pinkend surface. “And what is it that you fearr?” She asked as she poked around the pile a bit more.

He watched her closely as she blew off the question.. Well, he wasn't expecting her to tell him anyway... He made a silent promise that someday... he would know what made her squirm late at night. Well, squirm in fear. The unrelated thought made him snicker for a moment, before he pushed the thoughts aside. "Hmm..." He pondered for a moment, turning back to his work, peeling, clawing, cleaning.. "Well.. I suppose the one thing that comes to mind... Is not being of any use. For some day, after all the work I've done... My god, my idol, will look upon me in anger, and turn his back on me. For all of my life and motives to be a waste."

Ianthe looked up at him as he spoke. He actually gave her an answer? That alone surprised her.

Blinking, she pushed back a bone she had been fiddling with and moved closer to the pile of rotting flesh, head lowered as she smelled at it as she moved and spoke. “Fearr of being useless…” she raised her brows and nodded to herself in some personal agreement before going on, “a most likely outcome forr those who follow gods of…this.” Ianthe nodded towards the pile.

He hid a grin, turned away from her as he heard her get closer.. Yes, right into his coils. He tossed another bone into the pile, looking over his shoulder at her as he did, his grin not looking as sinister. "Yes.. well... I try not to think about it too much. If I did, then every time I make someone scream.. I'd have doubts, and regrets. Noo way to live. Nope." He chuckled and pulled a rather wet piece away, sniffing it and tossing it away. "Not that I dont enjoy it..."

Lanterns watched, or at least one did, for the other was now hidden behind her hair, as the male went around his business. He was… odd, and seemed to like to do these sinister things, but well, could one really live when they knew that what they were doing would only be smiled upon for only a certain period of time? That was something Ianthe never had to worry about. Her Goddess understood her and she understood her Goddess; they would be together as long as each of them was loyal.

Pondering her question, she started moving again so that his front side was what she was looking at rather than his backside. “I have no doubt… but, how arre you able to follow a god that will not forreverr be loyal to you as you arre to ‘im; one that will spit you out when the time is rright? You say you don’t think about it much, but yourr’rre still awarre of the whole thing, are you not?”

His sharpened front claws scrapped against the bone he was working on, his grin fading slightly, his lip twitching in slight annoyance. He regreted saying anything about that, even though it had sparked more interesting for her. He had hoped she would just drop it, but she was obviously too stubborn. He pondered whacking her across the head with the bone and tieing her up, never to be seen again. But then he'd never be able to scare her... His white florescent eyes moved up to her, looking face to face now. Eyelids fell, staring at her for a few moments coldly. "If I wasn't aware of it I wouldnt have said it, would I?" His voice seemed a bit.. tense. His muzzle tilted away, a slight frown crossing it. "This is just what I do. I can't do anything else."

Ianthe tilted her head side to side in some sort of little shake as she gave an “hmmhmmhmm” chuckle with a half of a Cheshire smirk on her lips. She noted the last sentence he said though, but kept comments to herself.

“So easy to make you upset,” she commented and moved away from him and back to the pile of bones. Oh she had a feeling he’d probably throw something at her…oh well, she was close to that “ammunition” pile to quickly punt something back.

His lip curled upwards a bit, a low grow echoing through the room. And of course, he did throw a curved rib bone at her, though it could have easily been aimed at the pile.. "I'm not upset. I'm... annoyed." He huffed and turned back to his work, his back once against to her. "What are you doing down here anyway..? Do you also worship in these depths?" Stupid question... The way she had talked.. as if she was better then him.. As if any god could be as entertaining. "Ah. Nevermind.. Let me guess... You prefer to dance around roses and perfume, yes? A rose would fit you. A person stares at it's beautify and perfection, but then they realize it's covered with thorns, nothing but a cruel weed with a magnificent mask."

The maluess only laughed once more. “Touché (sp?),” she replied, before deciding to answer his earlier question even though he had dismissed it personally. “I am down herre because, yes, this is werre I worrship my own god, howeverr, I am right HERRE, because yourr bloody mess arroused my curiosity,” her words purred and trilled. She was definitely having fun with this one.

“But if you’d like me to, I could dance arround yours carrscasses and theirr rrancid scent. I’m surre the actions would only gain a stronger something forr me and my Goddess while whatever you do will only carry you so farr with yours.”

His teeth clenched a bit, not turning to look at her for a moment. "My God will be pleased once this shrine is decorated and frightening enough. I'm content in my work for now." The malu smirked and looked over to her. "You're more then welcome to dance if you like.. I certainly wouldn't mind the show... Even if a rose is too sharp to touch, it's still nice to stare at." His white orbs danced over her slender frame for a moment, pondering to himself what she would look like while dancing and prancing, muscles coiling and uncoiling quickly.

Towards the comment, Ianthe gave only a smirk and an “hmph” on the outside, but inside she gave a quick snap. She allowed herself to be restrained and calm, while Kearn was the more annoyed one, this time around. He hadn’t invaded her work, but she had invaded his, and that made all the difference.

“Sorry, but I am not the dancerr. You’d like it too much, I think.” That and she couldn’t move properly at the time being, given her leg... not like she’d dance for him in the first place.

Flicking her tail, she added on a question that suddenly came to mind. “You’rre going to make this place look like that other shrine, are you not?”

"Yea... I would like that." He almost pouted, then chuckled and tossed a couple more clean bones into the pile. The bad thoughts that had danced through his mind had cheered him up a bit. A bit.. His ear twitched to the side as he blinked at her. "What other shrine?"

Again she snapped inwardly, but only relayed another smug smirk for the outside world to see.

“Do not play dumb. It looks bad on your parrt.” She knew he knew.

"Aion's?" Again he tilted his head. "If so... no... His has blood paw prints all over the walls. Mine's going to be much more.. three-dimensional."

“Same concept idea,” she replied. “I hope it has nothing to do with that foul flesh…”

He huffed again as she insulted his work. "It's not the same... Mine's going to be much more frightening... You'll just have to see.. I'll show you when it's done, and you'll think it's amazing." He tossed another bone and sighed softly, frowning at the pile of gore. "No, I'm not going to use it. Just the bones. Rotting flesh would just stink and eventually rot away... Too muchg work."

“Will I now? We’ll see.” He would actually go find her and show her when it’s done? Interesting….Actually, it sort of confused her, since they seemed to dislike each other so. But, if he asked her to come, she would.

“You could always use the hides. Drry them outside? They would not smell afterr that.”


He was still as he blinked at the rotting pile. Well what do you know... That was actually a good idea.. He pondered for a moment if he would admit that.. But if he did use it, she'd know she was right anyway. The small nub of a tail flicked a bit and his head nodded a slowly. "I suppose I could do that..." A paw rose to rub against under his chin, thinking as he glanced around. A few new decorating ideas came to him, and his white eyes widdened a bit at the visual. It'd be positively lovely! A cruel grin played across his mouth as he imagined all the fun he could have in the name of his beloved God.

Ianthe gave herself a self-satisfying smirk when her idea was taken into use. She could’ve sworn she watched a giddy air rise about the male as he grinned to himself, and so, she moved towards the entranceway in her slight hobbling gait.

“Seeing as I’ve sparrked something, I’ll finally leave you to yourr worrk,” she said as she moved, but when she was halfway out the doorway, she looked over her shoulder. “But do rrememberr, when you get rrid of those carcasses, make surre they’rre taken farr, farr, farr, away. I don’t like theirr scent.”

He watched her as she moved to leave, grinning a bit to himself. "I'll make sure it smells nice and rosey when you return..." Once again, another promise that he'd see her again.. He laughed softly then turned back to his work, stripping with a bit more giddyness. He'd have to scrub the floor, just to make sure none of the luid left a bad smell.

“Just what I expect, that,” she replied and then turned the corner, her body melding with the shadows and blood laden air. She’d wait patiently for his calling and “open house”, and it had better be good when she got there, otherwise she’d be incredibly disappointed…