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 Posted: Thu Apr 18, 2019 11:27 am
Being on the ground in a physical fight wasn't too much different than being on the ground for a fight for dominance in the bedroom as far as Citrine was concerned which meant, as Cybele flailed and struggled, she had the upper hand.
It made that wicked grin of hers spread across painted lips when she worked to pin the moonie's limbs down with her knees.
"Someone's not so good on the ground is she?" The corrupt purred, clucking her tongue before she drew her hand back and let it hover over the white bodice. "Pity for you, lucky for me."
Her hand sunk in to the space only her kind could reach and she wrapped her fingers around the pretty starseed.
"I hope this hurts," Citrine cooed, squeezing.
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2019 6:11 pm
When it came to fighting, Cybele was very straightforwards. She hit things, and if they hit back hard enough, she'd use her magic to turn the advantage. Anything more than that and she found herself very in over her head. She tried to struggle. The corrupt had her pinned in a matter of seconds, both of her legs and an arm pressed down hard into the ground. Her hair was full of alley grime. It was then, with that grinning face looming just inches from her own, that the fear came in. A hand lifted, but not so high. It was just over her chest. "No," she whispered, eyes going wide. She gave one last-ditch effort to dig her heels into the ground and get away, but by then the hand was already in her chest. "No," she said again in that last moment, but even her desperation was cut off by the visceral pain that followed, and the word twisted into a scream.
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Posted: Sun Apr 21, 2019 8:37 am
Citrine's expression was gleeful as she watched the once-confident senshi's face control with first fear and then pain. Laughter bubbled from her painted lips, head tossed back as the girl begged, pleaded, and then screamed.
"Not so confident now are we?" Citrine purred, leaning in so that the girl would see the way she took pleasure in it.
Her arm had started to retract, her grip firm enough to keep Cybele in pain but not so much that she'd damage the starseed, yet, when suddenly she felt something slam into her side.
In her surprise, the corrupt had lost her grip, tumbling off of her captive and onto the grimy alleyway floor. Her ribcage hurt enough that breathing was difficult.
"What. The. <********>" she wheezed, crawling to her knees as acidic eyes cut over to her sudden assailant.
Standing on his feet, Gomorrah looked down at the pair of women with a deep scowl on his face. In his hand he held his ram staff, mouth twisting in a snarl as stormy eyes flicked from white fuku to dark fuku. Both of them looked as if they'd been participating in some sort of catfight and while the squire was not one who was usually inclined to help, the sound of screaming had drawn him away from his rendezvous point with Sodom.
He had arrived early, as he always did, and had been smoking a cigarette while conveniently ignoring the auras he could feel around him. They were things he intended to concern himself with if he had to but he wasn't going to go looking for them until he did.
Even when he investigated, Gomorrah hadn't intended to intervene until he saw what the green haired woman was doing with her hand. Having felt such a violation himself and having found it extraordinarily unpleasant, the squire had decided that it was time to make use of his staff.
"Get up," he barked, though it was unclear who he was talking to.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2019 1:55 pm
Cybele screamed louder in that slow moment, something in her eyes going less desperate and more defiant even as the pain and the reality of it all seemed to lock up the rest of her body. Deep in the back of her mind, part of her had always known that it was going to end like this. Then it didn’t end. The corrupt was sent tumbling away. Somehow, Cybele’s starseed had remained in place. She saw the man in front of her. The aura came to her after another too-long second. A knight. Good, said part of her, She’s still down. You have help. Finish her.Cybele’s body did not move. Cybele’s body could not think of anything but the feeling of fingertips digging into her soul. It was partially because of the way her chest still throbbed, but there was more to it than that. The way her breath had gone shallow and her muscles had gone tight made her feel like she made her feel like she was on the edge of a roof. It took all of her effort to crawl to her knees and then her feet, to take a step so she was side by side with the knight, to mumble, “Thank you.” She still kept a careful eye on the corrupt while she tried to steady herself.
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Posted: Sat Apr 27, 2019 7:42 pm
Gomorrah's stormy eyes never quite left the corrupt's even as he looked at the senshi he'd come to the rescue of. That meant that his hand was still tightly wound around his staff, ready to strike out again, something in the back of head trying to tell him to do something else, to cast or whatever.
He didn't care.
Frankly he wanted to get the ******** out of there because Sodom would soon worry about where he was and having the burly man bursting onto scene would only draw more attention.
Probably the kind that he didn't care for.
Christ the chick was taking so long. "Yeah, whatever, just get on your ******** feet."
He hadn't quite been paying attention to her but he could see Green already back on her feet looking pissed.
What a shame, she was hot.
"Alright, let's get this over with," he grumbled, shifting now that Cybele had gotten on her feet to swing his ram staff again.
Across from them, Citrine tossed hair over her shoulder with her other hand craddling her ribs from where she'd been slammed into. A low hiss of annoyance slipped from her mouth. <******** off," she snapped, looking from the knight to the senshi she wanted to wrap her hands around and choke. She only had so much magic and against two it wasn't even useful. Calling resources could have been a thing but...
"Things aren't over chica," she said waggling her fingers before disappearing with a blink.
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Posted: Mon Apr 29, 2019 8:55 pm
Cybele slowly began to feel a little steadier, just in time for the corrupt to vanish from view. She stepped forwards anyway, with a sound that was half growl and half deep, deep sigh. The corpse was only a few steps farther, and now that the immediate danger was past, she felt the heavier punch in the gut of how little she had actually done and how she had just almost died for nothing. Her knees went shaky again at the sight. She had to grit her teeth and dig her fingernails into her palms just to stay standing, mostly for the benefit of the knight who had just saved her, even if he was being a bit brusque about it. She turned from the body to look at him, although she wasn't able to manage anything more than a blank stare. "Are you all right?" she asked. She wasn't sure what to say other than that, and if nothing was wrong beyond the obvious, she was going to go home. Maybe a bath could help wash away the feeling of acid and violation.
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2019 9:29 am
All at once it was over.
Teleportation, the fact that they could just go from one place to another at will, at the ******** blink of an eye was utter bullshit. They didn't have anything like that. That was how the b***h who almost killed him had gotten away.
A crock of bullshit all around.
"I'm fine," he replied gruffly and if looks could do damage the spot where Citrine had been would have burst into flames by now. He glanced over at the girl and gave her a once over.
She looked mostly fine, she could limp away and lick her wounds and he didn't know that he cared what happened anyway. She wasn't his problem.
So he walked away, before he'd get a panicked call from his husband because he wasn't where he was supposed to be.
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Posted: Mon May 06, 2019 10:22 am
Sudden or not, Cybele didn't mind the knight's leaving. It was better than having to pick graceful words while she piled on the gratitude, or worse, to pretend that she was all right when she felt like she was falling apart from the inside. She stayed for just a bit longer after she watched him made his way back to the street. It was hard to look away from the way the lifeless body was sprawled out. If she'd had more energy, she might have tried to bury it or at least leave an anonymous tip for the police so he didn't stay here, rotting and covered and flies. It would have been the right thing to do. But all she could do was turn away, and put a new face on the list of people she was hunting, and to try to find her way home.
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