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 Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 7:56 pm
It was hard to maintain her pleasure over the maiming when Castor seemed so inclined to self destruction anyway. Never had the ascendant general expected this to be an easy task, breaking and seducing a Prince to accept Metallia, but that didn't stop her from being annoyed by it in the moment. Things would have been simpler if he had just accepted her offer, or if he feared pain even the slightest. There was no rush to get out of the circumference of Castor's magic once she realized it had been cast - the hail pelted her like angry snowflakes, cold but weak as her body absorbed the energy fueling the magic. To be honest, she didn't think it was his best attempt, nor did she think he meant it to be. She couldn't even find it in herself to fear for Labyrinthite's safety - he was a much stronger being than she. "I wish that you weren't making this so difficult." The words were mumbled half to herself as she turned away from the collapsed Prince and her companion, knowing that she would be faced with the decision of whether or not to keep the bleeding man alive soon. Was it worth it to keep trying? The sticky heels made their way across the stained and damaged floor of her grand hall, to where she had left the wing they'd plucked free. Her pale fingers were still stained in the crimson of his blood where it had sunk deep into the cracks. It wasn't often she chose pain over death for her victims. It wasn't often that she knew them, either. iStoleYurVamps I assume he passed out. Nux and I can wrap this up if you want, or I guess Lab can be meaner too.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2016 5:35 pm
Labyrinthite expected Castor to fight back, but he had expected more, something better than what the prince had given them. The hail stung and it struck his face, tore at his uniform in places but ultimately he did not budge even as the cold hissed at his skin. His cheek felt wet, one of the ice shards had split the skin and blood trickled down his cheek as the senshi prince collapsed.
There were other parts, where his uniform was ripped and skin likely broken but in the end, Labyrinthite was only annoyed.
A sigh was hissed between his teeth while he looked down at the crumpled body, frozen blood crunching beneath his feet. "Pathetic," he almost snarled, shaking his head and looking towards the ascendant at his side. "I expected him to last longer." He pushed Castor's shoulder with his foot. It would have been easy, child's play, to harm the man further but Labyrinthite saw no point.
What good was torture if the victim was not awake to experience it. "I would let him bleed out." Death was a far greater mercy than the man deserved but if they couldn't force chaos upon him, the alternative wasn't an option. "Metallia might feel otherwise but - " He shrugged, stepping away and tracking frosted blood in his wake. "I shouldn't have put as much force in the swing." Perhaps if he hadn't severed the wing so quickly then they could have made more progress. "Hindsight."
He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "If you wish to bind his wing perhaps we should tend to that soon. Then," whiskey gold eyes drifted up to the walls with a look of contemplation. "Perhaps hanging him by his other one will make him more willing to reconsider when he wakes."
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2016 9:39 pm
Labyrinthite's presence at her side made her look up at him, watching the General's thought flash through his eyes as he spoke aloud to her - and only her, now that the Prince of Hail had exhausted himself so thoroughly. "Letting him bleed out is such a waste of energy." It wasn't an argument, only a thought spoken aloud. Energy was everything in Alkaid's world. The time most agents devoted to sleep and nourishment were all devoted to energy collection and retention - it was her only drive apart from loyalty to her cause and her master. Energy was her life. Letting Castor's seep away uselessly in his lifeblood was not something she was prepared to do. She would bleed him dry, but it would be in a form she could use. "He might not have believed you were serious if you'd put less force into the swing." An amused smile pulled at her lips, though her eyes still remained troubled by the idea that her task was not so easy as she had expected. Stronger agents had gone toe to toe with him before and failed - but just because she was not as great did not mean she wouldn't hold herself to those standards. The General's suggestion had her gaze sweeping back towards the crumpled Prince, whose wounds already seemed to be slowing their trickle. Ice or healing? To have been born a senshi, she realized she knew very little about their sovereigns. "I have a medical kit upstairs, though I do think.." she let her eyes sweep away from Castor as both arms crossed over her chest, ignoring the red stains on her fingertips just for the moment, "he might make a very nice ornament for my hall." The bright gaze fell to the spot of her grand hall that he was considering, then slid back to the eyes that stared out from his hood. "Would you like to do the honors?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2016 6:11 pm
"Of course it is," he quipped dryly, looking at the fallen prince in disgust. If it were him, he'd let the man rot but he couldn't deny that Alkaid had a point, energy was essential to her survival. Therefore it couldn't be wasted.
"He would have believed how serious I was," Labyrinthite snapped darkly, something twisting in his gut that he couldn't quite place. Perhaps he was angry that Castor had fallen so quickly before him or perhaps it was something else entirely. It did not matter, there were more important things to focus upon. "I just would have prolonged the suffering."
It wasn't often that he got to torture someone like Prince Castor.
Would you like to do the honors?
He grunted in response, moving to hoist the unconscious body against his back and nodded for Alkaid to lead the way. He also trusted she would fetch the tools needed to keep Castor in place. Upon arriving in the great hall and being directed at where to place him Labyrinthite went to work without a single word.
A sickening amount of pleasure flooded him when he stretched the wing out and drove the spikes into it in a manner to assure that they would be difficult to remove. Perhaps it was not the decorative notion he would have like to do within the city but it was enough to leave him content. For now.
Stepping back to the ascendant's side he sighed. "I think my duties here are done, perhaps it's time to take me back before the prince wakes and injures himself further before you can tend to the stump."
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 10:06 am
Alkaid ignored the darkness in Labyrinthite's tone - she had heard it before, that creeping threat that had never belonged to Chase. In some ways, he had changed just as surely as she had. There was only a moment spared as he heaved the Prince's unconscious form up and strode with more ease than she expected across the hall. In seconds, she had pulled the long crystal spikes to her fingertips, summoning the matter from the very castle itself. She knew that outside of her world, such power did not belong to her, nor did the substance itself last elsewhere - but here? A small smile pulled her lips as she watched Labyrinth drive them home. Here, they would stay. Here, he was trapped within her power. There was only a moment that she stopped to consider the beauty of what they had done - Castor, strung like a Christmas ornament in her hall, pinned and held by the dark magic he so often dismissed. This wasn't the end she had imagined for such a magnificent nemesis but this also wasn't about her wishes or her wants. The Ascendant nodded at her companion's words and turned away from him only long enough to stride back to the wing they had ripped from his flesh, darker than any white moon soul should have sported. Yet he did, and she had enough knowledge of his soul to understand why he walked such a thin line. Castor belonged to the grey area. Her fingers hooked in the feathers and, sure of her grip, her eyes rose back to the golden ones watching her. "Let's go then, General." She held her hand out, as she had to him before. It was time to return and show the White Moon Kingdom that no one was beyond their reach.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2016 11:16 am
Eyes the color of whiskey kept hidden in cupboards watched the pale woman with skin cracked like porcelain as she fetched the darkly colored wing. His gaze flickered over the frayed feathers, dark naturally and darker stained with the spilled blood and he wondered, absently, why Castor's wings were so dark in nature when the other royals. Unlike his senshi companion, he did not have an understanding of the volatile man.
Outside of the fact that Castor thought more highly of himself and his abilities than he deserved.
But didn't all supposedly great men?
No one is immune to their ego, Labyrinthite mused as he crossed the room to stand by his ascendant's side. It was natural, easy, with Alkaid when they weren't fighting over trivial things that needed to stay in the past. They were on tandem paths, complimentary creatures that existed to exist together if they could figure their s**t out.
Which was why, the man supposed, that his hand fit almost perfectly in hers with their fingers lacing together like they used to when they'd been young and foolish.
"As you wish," he mumbled, allowing Alkaid to take them back.
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