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 Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 1:26 am
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of Nocturne Respect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
"I have the impression that your singing voice is just as good as my screeching shadow." He stated as he began to walk out of the bed chamber and eventually the office. Lazily, he descended down the stairs and exited the doors of the estate.
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 1:45 am
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Her singing voice was just fine.
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Posted: Fri Dec 06, 2013 10:20 pm
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxMasterxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
As the shadowy man stepped onto the bedroom of the king of Nocturne, he grew slightly confused. This place... it seemed too normal. It was warped and it certainly didn't have a rather mind aching feeling to it. That chamber he was in... it clouded his mind. He couldn't think at all, but things were slowly clearing up. When he looked back to see if the warped room was behind him, all he saw was his office. No sign of a battle whatsoever. Somehow, he was teleported back into the city... but if it was just him there... who exactly did it? Herod was dead. Alistair killed him. So there had to have been something else there.
He put his mind off of the events that occurred in the chamber as he walked toward the tall mirror standing at the corner of the room. His bare chest was stained with blood from getting stabbed multiple times with several spears, his black tight fitting jeans were singed in random locations from repeated use of the Hell's Grasp. He looked no different from when he departed, and yet he felt strengthened. The only thing different about the man was an expected pained expression. That mission... it broke him. No matter his much advice he gave and received... he could have never gotten through that without some damage. It only served to tell him that not even he was invincible. He could dodge and evade anything he wanted to... but he wasnt hurt physically, but mentally. It was at this moment that he wanted Red here to look at him like no matter what he did, he was still great in her eyes.
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 7:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 11:01 pm
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxMasterxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
It seemed like he'd been standing in front of the mirror in his office for a few hours, simply looking at his blood stained, bare chest. He considered showering, but what was the point? He'd get in another battle soon enough, and if his blood wasn't spilled then he'd certain spill the blood of the enemy. It'd soak onto his clothes, only to seep onto his bare skin. The blood on his chest wasn't simply his, but Red's as well. As he touched his lips with his fingers, he recalled the taste of her blood on his lips. It was intoxicating, but it didn't make sense at all. Red didn't have blood. She wasn't alive anymore and the only part of her body that was real was the hand he gave her. Though he was certain he saw her... Alistair could certainly recall those moments when he saw those figures. One of them was... well, him. He saw himself. It wasn't possible because the real one was fighting it.
Was that possible? Did he only face shadows of the people he cared about? By that logic, Red was still...
It was at that moment that the door to his office crept open and he saw the same familiar vermillion orbs that often looked up to him in adoration. It was why he had been partially avoiding her gaze. Alistair didn't want her to see that the very same adoration for her was in his eyes. It was something of a relief to figure out that what he saw in the chamber wasn't reality. It was a shadow and Alistair was a fool to not have figured it out. He called himself a master of shadows, yet he was tricked by the very shadows he claimed to have mastery over. But the feeling of shame was short lived. As he glanced over in her direction, it felt like the distance between them was getting shorter and shorter. In actuality, the man was closing the distance himself. Without even thinking, he closed the gap between them in just a few seconds. He pushed the red haired woman outside of the doorway of the room, practically slamming her back against the wall of the corridor. At first glance, it seem like he was going to hurt her, but that couldn't be further from the truth.
Alistair suddenly pressed his lips against hers, relishing in the opportunity to confirm that the person in front of him was real. It was the same as before; his lips were like fire smacking against the cold grips of ice. Though this time was unlike the others. He often felt justified in hiding their meetings behind doors, but he no longer cared. He whole heartedly pushed Red right past the guards posted at the entrance to his office, not caring who saw. He was sure that the guards would soon spread the rumor about the king kissing the captain, not that he cared. The man showed no desire to hide behind closed doors, not anymore. In fact, he waived off the guards. Sending them away, knowing how this could possibly advance.
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2013 11:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 12:43 am
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxMasterxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
As his jacket slid off of her body and revealed her barely clothed body, he realized only too late that Red wanted this to happen almost as much as he did. The fact that she came here barely clothed, cloaked only by the jacket he gave her after their brief moment of nudity during her last mission, only served to tell him just how much she wanted him.
All he could do was show her how much he wanted her.
As her hands cascading down his body, Alistair began to question himself as to why his clothes were still on. Only the thinnest of layers of cotton separated their bodies, acting only as a nuisance to his cause. The man placed his own heated hands behind her back, pulling her body closer to him as his lips remained locked with hers. They began to wander, to explore her body, inching closer and closer to her clothed waist and down to her thighs. In a swift motion, he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his own waist as his hands easily supported her. While he was the one who shoved her into the hallway, it was completely inappropriate to continue here. He didn’t want to give Red the impression that she was just some hallway tail. Alistair broke the kiss, though only for a few seconds, to mutter words out. “…Hold on.” The man turned around, looking past Red’s body for a clear pathway into his bedroom: right over his desk. A fanged grin overcame his face as he readied himself to attempt a vanishing jump with someone holding onto him. In a sudden burst of strength, Alistair kicked off the ground, flying into the office once more and over the desk and through the door way into his room. Even if something had happened and someone were injured, it was doubtful that they’d stop.
He moved towards the edge of the bed, placing Red at the foot of the bed while backing away. It was the first time they had parted since Alistair first kissed red haired woman, and he already felt the urge to close the distance again. His hands motioned to unbutton and unzip the badly singed and blood stained black pair of jeans, letting them fall to his ankles, revealing everything to Red… well, once again. Though Red had seen him naked before, and Alistair had seen her naked as well. But… it was different this time. Alistair had no problem showing her that his attention was solely on her. His eyes scanned nearly every feature on her body, even the expression on her face which only made him desire her even more, if that were even possible. In a single step, the distance between them shortened from several inches to just a couple. His eyes glanced down, different from their usual cold grips. There was a craving that could be sensed through his cyan orbs. It wasn’t animalistic, like with Alric, but there was also a sense of longing there. “Do you want this? Me? I can’t guarantee you that there might not be a possibility to close this door once you open it… Not this time.” He placed his hand on her chin, bringing it up to make sure she could look into his eyes. “This is your last chance.”
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Wed Dec 11, 2013 2:16 am
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 3:31 pm
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxMasterxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
That was it. Those words drained the man of the little amount of restraint he had left. His eyes scanned her as she reclined back onto the bed, as if they were glued to her. A catastrophe could occur in the city and Alistair wouldn't tear his eyes off of her. In many ways, this terrified him. He used to think that feelings like these... they would only ever cause trouble. Trouble for Red, for him and even the city. But their lust only seemed to develop as the city did. Slow at first, as she walked in the door as a mere human. It was all too clear that the woman had a crush on him, but Alistair... he was simply taken aback by the situation. Until the time he had become the Captain, he didn't have much time to spend with people. Even when he was spending every waking minute of his day with the trainees, the only one who piqued his interest was the red haired human. Then she left. Alistair left it alone, leaving her with a kiss... but he proceeded to erase her memories, so that she'd never make her way back. It was a precaution he took to protect her.
When she returned, she was different. So different that Alistair could hardly recognize. But even then, this... Red sought strength. As she obtained it while studying under him, truths were revealed, starting something that eventually was brought up to this moment. The moment where he could touch her, kiss her... the moment when she gave herself to him. And he to her.
He leaned forward, beginning his climb onto the bed and over top of Red. As his body moved to align with hers, he placed kisses, starting from her naval, moving up slowly to the two mounds on her chest, then to her neck. Eventually, he succeeded in aligning their two bodies, he was now looking straight into her eyes, his body hovering over hers. Here she was, before him with just a single piece of clothing, like ribbon tied tightly around a gift, waiting to be cut to reveal the gift inside. It was his gift and he wanted it opened. With a single movement of his finger, his claw tore through the fabric of the short skirt slowly. When he finished… when he finally finished, the skirt was merely a long piece of fabric, and Red was revealed to him. His gift was revealed to him.
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2013 5:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 12:50 am
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxExpertxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
The second she touched him, he felt the icy cool tendrils against his flesh. It couldn’t be helped; the slightest touch from her was enough to make his heart beat faster. It was a response he wasn’t familiar with, and yet strangely enough he enjoyed it. The odd feelings didn’t push the man away, not anymore. It was like this room… was the only place in the world. He couldn’t bring himself to focus on anything else, not that he wanted to. It was the last thing he wanted to do. Just when he began to grow lost in thought, Red reacted, pulling him down, closer to her. With their bodies now touching, it would be nearly impossible to stop the following chain of events. They were in too deep.
A single shadow crept out from the bed, moving closer and closer to the door. It moved slowly, waiting until its summoner finally descend down the body of the woman in bed with him, eventually aligning his head between her legs. The shadow then slammed the door shut, cutting off the small bits of light pouring into the room and the connection to the outside world.
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 5:33 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 1:47 am
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxMasterxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
Even though it had just been a few hours, Alistair could not remember a time he had as good of a rest as he just had. But to say that he had slept any was wrong. He simply laid there, motionless. Allowing silence to dominate the room. It was easy to say that he enjoyed the silence, it calmed him. For once, he was calm. He wasn’t angry. His cyan eyes seemed like calm oceans, rather than a crashing storm. That was not to say that there were no thoughts flying around in his head. He questioned why this happened. Why did she like him so much? Why couldn’t he get her out of his mind? Everything he taught her about weakness… about being vulnerable because of someone else… was it all wrong? Was his point of view really so narrow?
Even if it was, he knew he couldn’t like someone else. Red was different. She didn’t care about his past, or what he did. Somehow, she saw through him. Everything he did and still does to the soldiers in Nocturne is to strengthen them. They receive little to no praise from the man, so when they do something worthy of merit, the praise means much more to them, because they have earned it. But still, it didn’t answer his question.
“Why do you want me?... You know how I can be. I’m the a*****e king. That’s what everyone says, at least. What do you think?”
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"The strong survive."
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 2:45 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 23, 2013 7:26 am
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR GOD HIMSELF."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxMasterxx㊋xx King of NocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
As he listened to the woman as she gave her explanation, Alistair listened attentively. The way she spoke... her words... he knew the feelings of which she spoke of, yet he still could not explain them. In 90 years, he abstained, thinking that romance or sex would just serve as a distraction. But his time with Red didn't feel like a distraction. The man knew that from the minute he saw her. She was different, which only made him treat her far worse than anyone else. His training regimen was tougher than his other students. He expected her to go above and beyond in everything she did. After that last mission... he had nothing else for her. He could only teach her the remaining stages of Hell's Grasp and that was it. She would no longer be his student, but his equal.
"I love you, too. I just don't want to hurt you or let you down. I say whatever comes to mind, often without thinking about it. Those things I said to you before... I was angry you left. Not just the nation, but me as well. I thought that kiss on the beach would be the last I saw of you. I could not anticipate anything after that..." He paused for a minute, and stood up to walk to the window to look over the city. "After you left after your last mission, I went on my own mission. I had to take care of something. In that mission... I began to grow delirious. The creature was using my own connections against me... at the time I thought it was all real... that the creature somehow found my mentor and you and turned you both against me. I... I saw you there. You attacked me, screaming at me for saying the things that I did at the top of Moonlight Peak. Then, the same earthen spears you used to attack me with... they tore you apart. Your screams pierced my ears and I could do nothing. Like I said, I was delirious and could not tell fantasy from reality and I thought I lost you. It was only until I saw you enter my office did I realize what happened in that chamber was all false. The shadows betrayed me because they served the beast, Herod."
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"The strong survive."
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