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 Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 10:58 am
(I’m going to ignore the stab at Reno’s taste for decadence. Lol)
Such arrogance Thought the Arch Priestess calmly as she folded her hands. Such utter and pure arrogance. She seems to think that the world is helpless and unable to function without her assistance. How amusing. Apparently she has long since determined that mere mortals are lost and blind without assistance and guidance. The god’s lead us as do our brains, little one, but you do not. You are a blind fool, consumed by the stupidity of your youth and your power. Now you claim a holy divinity has entered you and given you vast insight into the workings of the world, but I know many who are far less than you who know much more. Even Reno is not as foolish as you are my dear and I do hope one day you will realize your mistake and your naivety. The gods may have seen fit to bless you with their powers but their eternal wisdom has not been given to you.
“I thank you for your concern with the matters, God Touched.” The Arch Priestess said slowly. “But you speak in only possibilities and endings. As we all know, even the god’s can not tell the future for there is none pre-written destiny. Mortals have always made the future as they encounter it and I would appreciate it if you would hold your tongue and remember such words from the holy writs. This city may burn or may not, our actions shall see if it does or not. I would have beseeched your aid in this at first but now I am wary. You are too intent upon seeing his city burn that your actions would lead you to produce a situation where a fire must consume the city. I am no fool God Touched. In four days time, if the anathemas are not found, I assure you, the city gates will be flung wide and the city guard retreated into these whole walls. Reno and his compatriot will have either watch as the anathema leave and are forced to resume the hunt, or they will die. They may keep the two they have and Captain Brakus will capture our foe in four days or free them on the firth. I am no fool my dear. I have my own hidden blades to deal with any threat I deem necessary to eliminate. Reno’s threat was a threat only for a few moments after he spoke it. Then it became a situation I have long had the answer for. I would sooner see anathema flee to the west than to see my city burn and I swear to you my dear; I will see no harm befall these people. As the gods are my witnesses, I swore an oath upon the Twelve’s name to keep this city safe all my days and I will not break such an oath, anathema or no. I do hope we are clear on this situation God Touched. The god’s may speak to you, but they certainly have blessed me.” The Arch Priestess’ glare was cold even though her lips still were pressed into a warm smile.
“As for your room, I’m sure such accommodations can be found. Cardun!” The arch Priestess shouted. Instantly, the doors to the room opened and one of the guards stepped forth into the room, his white armor dazzling as lightning flashed outside. “Please escort our honored guest to a place she will be comfortable, she would prefer a sparse room.” The young male nodded his head. “God touched. “The priestess said, turning her attention back to the young woman. “I do hope you shall honor me with you presence again before this is all said and done.” The old woman bowed her head. “Ascotus Morvinedra Corposi.”
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Jasper snickered as he watched the two form wrapped in the embrace of sleep as his knife began to twirl through his fingers, his eyes wide in anticipation. He began to dance and sing as he drew near his first victim”
“Cut the flesh, mare the bone
Snap the spine, hear them moan.
Open up the dark inside,
Scream they will, their mouth so wide.
Pull stuff out, put stuff in,
This is how we purify sin.
Get ready my deary, cause here I go,
How like a river the blood shall flow!”
And suddenly, he stabbed the woman’s stomach, the knife drawing a well of blood that began to gurgle out. Jasper giggled as he began to cut down from the bottom of her breasts to the top of her naval, a trail of crimson left in the blade’s wake.
“I’ll peel open like a fish.
And then for death you’ll wish!”
He pulled the knife out, his every move slow and delicate as he placed his blade at the top of the first incision and prepared to cut across and make a ‘T’ cut mark.
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“What in the hells is compelling me to do such a thing?” Reno muttered as they marched up the stairs to the top of the Inquisitor’s tower. “I should let you slit open you belly and burry you without a tear shed.” Demetrius look up at Reno in his finery and hid the smile he felt on his face as Reno continued cursing and grumbling, the spiral stairwell taking them up, up, up. The two passed the door and Reno passed right on by. Demetrius paused for a moment however and listened to the insane cackling of Jasper. The dark skinned man felt a pang of pity well up in him.
“Just kill them.” The dark man muttered softly as he stared at the door. “Just slay them and be merciful.” Demetrius stood there for a moment longer before Reno’s cursing pulled him along, away from the closed door.
Reno sighed and then kicked open the door to Azimeana’s room and walked in, his tired eyes searching for the Templar. He saw her then, sitting upon the floor praying in the towel. He stared for a moment and then groaned as he turned away and covered his eyes.
“May the god’s have pity on me and let me forget the horrendous sight I have just forced my eyes to look upon and endure. Why, I do believe my optics are burning!”
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 12:12 pm
Lucia merely grinned as the great woman spoke her words. This woman was highly amusing to her, entertainment, the verbal battle she could hold were she to reveal her many secrets... But no, secrets they must remain until the greatest amongst the gods has determined the timed to show the world what she was to carry. "I shall trust your judgment, you're age has made you wise, the one thing which the gods have yet to give me is wisdom, thus I am to rely on theirs for the time being." Despite her arrogance, Lucia had always known her faults. She was not being modest, never modest. Merely honest, and in her honesty was again revealed her arrogance through the suggestion of the gods providing wisdom on her part.
"I thank you for your hospitality, Arch Priestess, I shall ask the gods how to best handle this situation without causing harm to your city. If they suggest to leave things in the hands of the inquisitors, then so shall it be done. I do pray your wisdom lead you not astray in this. I would hate]/i] to have to cause the deaths of all of your city's innocent citizens." Her smile said otherwise. "You shall enjoy my presence at least once more before I make my move, Arch Priestess, I would not have you in ignorance of the orders of the highest." She bowed, "May the gods guide us both."
There was a terrifying grin across her face as she rose and followed guard to her room. She was filled with disgust as she noted all of the finely decorated rooms. When the guard stopped before a room, Lucia stepped before him and opened the door herself. Examining the room, which was decorated with naught but a small bath and a comfortable bed. Lucia turned to the guard, pleased, "Give the Arch Priestess my thanks, Cardun." She ordered with a wicked smile across her face. She then reentered the sparsely decorated room, closing and locking the door behind her. None must know what was to occur over the course of the next two hours. She approached the small window and pulled the curtains together, blocking out all light. In the darkness she removed her robes, leaving her slender form bare against the cool air. She examined her body, it's petite, pale curvature, her long, slender legs which were soft to the touch, padded only by the muscle that had developed from all of her walking and the layers of flesh that covered them. She examined her hands and arms, long slender fingers, bony wrist, small muscles visible also in her hands and arms due to the lack of fat. She examined her torso, petite breasts in perfect form, rib cage and hip bones standing out against the flat stomach which curved inwards beneath her diaphragm. She felt her protruding collar bones and relatively long and slender neck, then her angelic face. Everything was flawless. She approached the bed and sat atop it, beginning to examine her mind. Each and every thought purified of attachment to the reality that surrounded her, thoughts based on life eliminated as all emotion was purged from her system. Images of the dead rushed her thoughts, images of what was to come. She became perfect, pure, untouched by the world that surrounded her and a part of that which was beyond her physical form; then her communion began.
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Posted: Fri Apr 11, 2008 12:29 pm
As the door opened and the Inquisitors stepped in, Azimeana stood up all in once, keeping her towel in place in an unconscious reflex. A blush came to her cheeks as she awkwardly bowed to the Inquisitors. She had expected Demetrius to come alone and knock at the door first, not that both would come especially unannounced. She hardly recognized Reno and almost gasped as she recognized the sign of the royal family. At that moment she remembered that she still did not know the names of any of them. He is a son of the Royal family... she felt even more pitiful now.
Standing in her towel, she hesitated but quickly left the room, grabbing clean clothes on the way. Leaving the room was an insult to their rank but the remark of Reno was like an order for her to get dressed. Her astonishment had quickly turned into anger...I am not that ugly... she hissed silently. She almost wanted to cry of rage and helplessness. She obviously was unlucky with the Inquisitor and there was no way he would ever respect her. She sighed trying to calm down.
Composing an emotionless face, she shortly came back to the room. She was not wearing her armor, but only her whites. The traditional outfit of the Snow House. Except that she was still bear feet with wet hair.
She bowed again and stayed bent in front of them waiting for a word. She wanted to apologize but she knew that any word of excuse would have worsen the situation. She now was puzzled as she did not know how to address him... Highness...? Inquisitor...? She stayed quiet. She, who always voiced her thoughts, was as silent as a grave in front of this red hair man.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 12:58 pm
The air grew still around Lucia, and the darkness thickened until it had completely blacked out any light present in the room. She opened her eyes, and before her was her god, great in his throne, his armor spiked and covered in dried blood. A smile revealed his sharpened teeth, "Kyr Ishnak Lucia, Kerre ikk Golgotha." The voice was a guttural growl, harsh with a permeating hiss and spoken in multiple, simultaneously released minor chords.
Lucia's eyes began swirling, a shadow growing within them as she stood perfectly aligned, straight. Her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes closed in the manner in which her god was to be saluted. Bowing was a human invention. True power was saluted with respect in a manner befitting its position. With true power it was what was felt, more than what was shown, that displayed true faithfulness to it. "I wish only to please you."
The voices responded.
Undoing her position, Lucia sat naked on the cold earth beneath her, and looked up at the greatest of beings. "I will bring them into your grasp, my love." Her blackening eyes shined, a purple glow being emitted that made the pale skin around it shine. Her obsession with the being brought her under its every whim, her eyes stared at its beautiful face, so perfect to her. It was everything she wanted, and she would have it. "I will bring the Kingdom to the earth before you. The pitiful beings shall fall like dying flies into your vast and expanding empire, my love."
The god grinned, and spoke again.
"My body is prepared. Already its pale form has been bathed in the darkness, please... Please take me..."
The voice commanded.
She closed her eyes, and upon opening them found herself back in the sparsely decorated room. The darkness around her was swirling together, solidifying in the down-sized shape of her god, naked, over her. Lifting her from the bed he took her, and her screams of pleasure could be heard echoing down the halls in chords, a song for her god as he brought her the greatest of honors.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 7:21 pm
Having been knocked out sent Selyna spiraling into the dark room she’d dreamt about before, only this time she found herself bound to the floor and saw a cold steel blade coming towards her; it wasn’t until too late that she realized it was more than a nightmare. Screaming out in pain as the knife pierced her flesh, Selyna tried with much difficulty to not squirm too much, taking the fact that she could scream as a good sign, as he hadn’t cut through to her diaphragm. Staring up at the old man in horror as he gleefully carved her skin, tears began pouring down her face, her inability to sob anymore from past experiences coming in handy as it would only cause more damage than what was already being done. Trying to control her breathing for the same reason, she fooled herself into believing he would stop his assault with the blade there, perhaps choosing instead to beat her, but her hopes were crushed as he moved up to below her bust line again and began to carve another line. Of course while this happened her clothes were being cut off as well, leaving her not only crying, bloody, and in pain, but exposed as well. No man had ever seen her skin before, nor touched it, and now it was being handled in the worst way. Ever hoping for the best, something in the back of her mind said at least this meant she wouldn’t be violated; she almost wanted to laugh at that thought, both because of its absurdity and the relief it brought her. Turning her head away in an attempt to let her mind be filled with other thoughts, of things happier and less violent, she kept turning back to face him; some morbid curiosity filling her to the point of staring down at her body as it was cut. Please! Stop please!!! She knew her screams would fall on deaf ears, but she couldn’t stop herself from uttering the words, from trying to find some shred of decency in this vile creature masquerading as a human being. Trying to find Danaiss in all of this, not knowing if he were alive or dead, she could make out anything for the blurring of the tears in her eyes. Blinking them away she wondered if this same fate had befallen not only Danaiss, but the others. She imagined Kaori, in all her tenderness and kindness, begging for mercy while they drove blades into her, she imagined the sisters having to watch each others torture, and she imagined Abel, being beaten down like a common dog in the street. It seemed that such a short time ago they’d met and befriended one another and now it was over, their friendship, their journey…. Their lives.
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 11:42 am
Demetrius entered the small room that Azimeana now used as her temporary home. He paused in the doorway, studying the scene before him. There was Reno, his fingers rubbing his eyes while he faced away from the woman at his back. The Templar stood motionless and silent in her white robes, a look of puzzlement evident upon her features. Demetrius looked back to Reno and understood the girl’s sudden confusion. The Symbol of the wolf that rested in golden inlay upon Reno’s necklace showed to all that he was of noble birth. Sadly for Reno, the purple fox etched into the yellow silk of his robes revealed his status as a b*****d child.
“Demetrius.” Reno said coldly, pulling his hand away from his eyes as he turned his gaze toward the stone ceiling above. “Is the Templar clothed in attire or shall another glance cause my pupils to singe once more?” The dark skinned man looked slightly puzzled at first, Reno’s words odd, even for him. Demetrius looked to Azimeana and gave a shrug of his shoulders.
“She is clothed if that’s what you mean.” The dark man said.
“Ah, thanks the gods.” Reno sighed, lowering his stare and turning around. “I came very close to go blind just a few moments ago, be grateful you paused back there.” Demetrius gave short nod of his head, though he still didn’t have the faintest idea of what the red head was ranting on about.
“Now then,” Reno said, looking Azimeana over and rolling his eyes as he tried very hard to suppress the urge to sneer in disgust. His hands were opening and shutting and it was taking every ounce of effort to kept from spitting on the Daughter of Snow and marching from the room. Reno’s mind was filled with the idea of it and his saliva glands were churning and soon his mouth was filled with spit. He nearly did it. He nearly let himself spit on the fool girl before him. But Reno swallowed and glared venomously at Demetrius. “I hope you are going to be pleased with this. Because I’m going to be in eternal hell until the god’s see fit for her or I to die.”
“You know the laws of my people. “Demetrius said slowly, his face returning once more to a blank stare.
“And may the god’s damn you for them.” Reno hissed back, his head swiveling around to gaze at Azimeana. He stared at her for a long moment and allowed himself to admit that though her brain was lacking in every regard, her body was full to bursting. He felt a wave of lusting creep into his head. A moment later the idea caused him to shudder and he sighed before speaking again.
“Templar, fool. Despite your frequent and reoccurring inadequacies, despite you immense ineptitude, despite your evident stupidity; you have been…” Reno suddenly groaned. “I can’t even give you an honorary introduction with that stupid expression on your face girl. Damn it, Daughter of Snow, get some backbone and use the hole in your head. You are about to become an Inquisitor and all you can do is stare at me with that glazed look. Damn it to hell woman, I’m going to look quiet the fool when I enter the halls of the Eternal Five with you starring dumbly around with your tongue hanging out like a dog. On the bright side, I can thank only the high almightiest that the cloak you wear shall make you invisible to the world and I shall be spared the pathetic expression you wear now.”
The red head crossed the room and seized Azimeana’s chin and pulled up violently, forcing her eyes to look into his. Demetrius made a movement forward. Reno raised his free hand and the dark skinned man stopped still.
“Daughter of snow, you are to be given the honor of becoming an Inquisitor and you have no right to refuse. Not because I find you a useful tool but because you saved Demetrius’ life. Had you not done so, I would not be here right now telling you this. I don’t give a damn for you or your pathetic existence. If Demetrius’ life did not depend on you to constantly be around so he can repay the life debt he owes you, I would still be within my room, drinking wine and enjoying the luxury denied to me by my half birth right. You will be initiated as a candidate. I will weigh you and measure you and though, after a year, I am supposed to decide if you shall become a full Inquisitor or not, I swear to you, you will bear the title of Initiate to my order until the day you die. You are no longer a Templar, you are not an Inquisitor. You are merely one who travels with us at all times so Demetrius can repay his debt to you. And for good or for ill, I am stuck with you for the rest of my natural born days.” Reno suddenly drew his hand back and smacked her hard on the left check. He looked at the red flesh of her check and then kissed it. The moment his lips had touched her soft flesh , his head pulled away like a dead rat had been thrown and him and he began spitting profusely.
“O god my lips are burning.” Reno cursed. The kiss had been part of the introduction ceremony all Inquisitors were given when they became initiates to the order. Reno staggered away, still spitting and trying hard not to gag. “O gods they are on fire!” Reno staggered to the door, his silks flailing as he moved. He stopped by Demetrius and looked up at his friend.
“You can give her your cloak.” He hissed softly, tugging on the folds of Demetrius’ invisible garmet. “She is your burden, not mine, so your cloak will be that reminder to you. Jasper is a wise caretaker and there is one replacement within the lower depths of this tower. Pray that it fits you for that is now yours. Enjoy your life debt. I expect to see you both within my room shortly.” The red head turned around once more and looked straight into Azimeana’s eyes. “Congratulations, Initiate.” Reno spat at the ground beneath her feet and then began to storm off down the stairs of the tower. Demetrius began to unclasp his cloak from his shoulders. His voice was tender as he bunched the garment up in his hands.
“Are you alright?”
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“Stop?” Jasper giggled as he cut. “Why would I stop your salvation?”
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 2:39 pm
The Templar stayed bowed, half listening to Reno when he launched into a tirade about her incompetency and bovine look. She could have killed him. She knew at that second that she could have destroyed this man before dying from Demetrius's hands. But she owed Reno obedience, for his rank in the nobility and his rank in the church, plus she had orders. The more she was hiding her hate for the Inquisitor, the more her look seemed pitiful.
She did not fear him. She did not care about her own life. She did not care about her family's life either. So her actions had no consequences she cared about... Then why wasn't she moving? Why was she standing immobile? Accepting his insults? She who always had voiced her thoughts...was silent.
As he grabbed her chin and anchored his eyes in hers, she could not suppress a look of defiance during a second. Her sharp silver eyes went straight into the snake green eyes of the Inquisitor. But as his words passed his lips, the defiance was replaced by surprised. Inquisitor!? She could feel his breath on her face. She was disgusted by it. How could this man stand so close to her? And touch her? She could smell him. She could smell the death of all people he had killed. The man disgusted her even more now that he was her 'Master'. She was his 'Initiate'.
The slap dragged her out of her thoughts. As she slowly moved her head back to face him, she felt his lips on her skin. Her eyes narrowed. Before she had analyzed what happened, he was already spitting and hissing again. What should I be saying... she thought as he left the room. Her family was not known for any mark of affection and she had never had close friends. This was the first time some lips were touching her skin. And it had to be from the being on hearth she despised the most.
She followed him with eyes full of hate as he was leaving. When he congratulated her before spitting at her feet, she started clenching her fists so tightly that her nails pierced her skin, blood drops were now falling on the floor. He could now see that the bovine looking eyes were nothing he had seen before coming from her. But she guessed that he did not care about the disgust and hate in her eyes.
The soft voice of Demetrius stopped Azimeana from jumping behind the red hair Inquisitor and attacking him. Whatever would have been the result of the fight did not matter to her at that moment. She slowly swallowed her hate and turning to the close by table, put her hand in the water, cleaning off the blood. She took a small towel and purred water on it before putting the towel on her still red cheek. She then threw the cloth on the table. She was now too angry to respect any protocol and anyway he had addressed her.
Her voice was lower than usual, trying to contain her rage "I am fine. Thank you, Inquisitor." her tone was harsh, but she regretted it when turning to Demetrius, she saw that he was in no way there to humiliate her. "Please accept my apologizes." she sighed looking at him. "I think that we are even, Sir Demetrius." she added, now knowing his name as Reno had pronounced it several times. She then sighed but with a smile this time "Or even, I think that I have a life debt towards you... you saved me more than once since I met him." She laughed sadly. She had seen the movements Demetrius had made a couple of time to stop Reno. She was wondering how Demetrius could stand Reno, but did not ask about it.
She stepped closer to him. "Sir? I have a question." She paused looking at the dark skin man whose blue eyes seem very light in contrast to his dark skin.
"I am an Initiate now. Am I... his... or yours?"
The red hair man had somehow confused her, first saying that she was to Reno's orders and then saying that this was Demetrius's business. She could not stand his look as she waited for an answer and thus she looked back down.
Danaiss was feeling cold. He was hearing screams from the depth of his dreams. A voice. A female voice. Screams of pain. Half dizzy by the powder, he did not wake up first. This is a nightmare. Just a nightmare. Always this nightmare. he thought. The half-witch had no clue about what was really happening. He had been so used to those screams...
But the screams were going on. So close from him.
Then came this scent. This metallic scent. Blood. Usually in his nightmare, he could not smell the blood.
Gathering his strengths, he opened his eyes. Turning side way his head, he saw blood.
Selyna was the one screaming. Jasper was above her a bloody knife in his hand.
Danaiss was dizzy, his sight was blurry. His side was still hurting and his throat was dry. He painfully leaned on his elbow, looking at the cait.
"Selyna..." his voice was a whisper. He felt nauseous.
He was trying to stay conscious.
Selyna was close to him, but not close enough for him to touch her.
He was about to fall unconscious again when he saw her stomach. The blood.
He shook his head. this is a nightmare. just a nightmare. always this nightmare. but when he reopened his eyes, she was still there, laying on the floor.
The blood was licking from her wound. He tried to get closer. By doing so he put his hand on a blood puddle. He stopped. Staring at his hand.
And slowly brought it in front of his face. Smelling it.
"Selyna..."
He smiled. Looking at her.
His finger came closer to his mouth and he softly opened his lips.
His eyes gazing at the woman.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 12:05 am
Kaori had jumped slightly when the woman started talking, more worried about the bells and taking care of the sisters than she was alert to what was actually happening in front of her. The witches first instinct, after everything that had happened, was to draw further into the shadows. She did not, however, instead she watched the woman and listened to her words, watching Abel's reaction out of the corner of her eye. Abel followed the woman however, Kaori stood still for a moment, surprised that he seemed to trust her so quickly, before following after them both with the children.
The young woman led the small group in to a small room where she took her shoes off, slipping more comfortable cloth slippers on. After she was done, she waited for the others to file in before quietly closing the door behind them. “Please, come in and rest,” she said after she had gotten to the front of the group again and had given them time to take their footwear off. She then turned, and headed into her small, sparsely furnished living room, only to stop at the sight of an unfamiliar face. “Hello…” she said cautiously. She knew the ones behind her had been trying to hide from the soldiers and guards that now patrolled the streets, but this woman… she had not let her in, nor had she seen her before.
((I'm not dead yet! sorry for keeping you guys waiting =/ I've been insanely busy with work and rehearsal since class started back up after the break. I should be on more frequently now though.))
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 1:40 pm
"Why hello there." Cyreanne responded with a friendly smile, uncrossing her legs and rising from her seat in the chair. "My apologies, I didn't mean to barge in unannounced, but I've been waiting for that troupe," She gestured towards the small group that the woman had allowed into her house, "for quite a while." She held out her hand, "I have urgent matters to discuss with them." An expression of surprise crossed her face, "Oh! But where are my manners!" She held out her hand, "My name is Cyreanne, I am an... entertainer and leatherworker. Who might you be?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 12:20 am
The woman glanced behind her at the four she had just led into her home before turning her attention back to the woman before her. She did not know weather what this woman said was true or not, but if these four did recognize her, she figured they would say something. It made her uneasy that this woman had just appeared in her home with out her knowledge, but... at the same time, she was not about to turn her out on the street, not with the guards patrolling the streets, looking for anyone that stood out. And this woman, Cyreanne, she certainly stood out. "My name is Alvena, I am a basket weaver. How did you get into my house? I am sure the door was locked when I went out back." The woman's tone was a cautious one, though she tried to not sound rude. The truth was, she was worried that if this woman could get in unannounced, then perhaps the guards outside could as well, if the so chose.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 11:39 pm
"It's a pleasure to meet you Alvena." Cyreanne smiled at the woman, "I got in through magic." She winked. "I hope you don't mind my barging in like this?" She didn't want to set the woman off, risk being turned out in the street, or rather, having the others turned out in the street. They couldn't afford to get caught by the city guard, they couldn't risk that kind of a fight, their numbers were far to small compared to the number of guards patrolling the streets. She had been waiting for the group for days already, trusting that they would be heading into the West, which of course meant that the zealots had likely been expecting them as well. The lock down on the town did little to suppress that suspicion. Looking behind the woman, Cyreanne noted the two familiar faces that she'd met back in the forest, and two unfamiliar ones who she assumed were companions of the pair. She waved to Abel and Kaori, "We really need to talk." The new heat signatures at the top of the tower made her nervous, no one had been up there during the passing days, and to have them suddenly appear after the small group's arrival... She suddenly noted that the feline who'd attempted to push her out of the way of Lucia's blasts of energy was missing. "Where's the cat?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 11:00 am
Demetrious was not at all taken aback by the woman’s sudden outlash. The dark skinned man had expected her reaction and simply stood still, waiting for her to calm. He watched the initial anger subside from her and he waved his empty hand in a gesture of cordial dismissal.
“There is no need to apologize, Daughter of Snow. Reno has that affect on many people.” The dark man stopped to listen to the young woman and his stone face was momentarily creased with the hint of a smile. “I ask that you simply use my name without titles. The titles of Reno’s people and lands are not mine. My name is Demetrius and no more than that, Daughter of Snow.” Demetrius looked at the invisible cloak he held in his hands and felt the smooth fabric under his fingers. The cloth was heavy, thick, but cool. Always the fabric was cold. Demetrius momentarily let himself remember the first time he had pulled the invisible tendrils over his body and tensing at how could the garment had been, despite the might fires that had burned brightly around him. The cold, the one thing about the invisible thing the dark skinned man had never grown accustomed to. His gloved fingers rustled more with the fabric as he let his gaze rise upward and he stared blank faced into Snow’s unwavering eyes.
“You are neither.” Demetrius said and despite his best effort, he could not hide the slight indignation in his voice. “You are a human and therefore you belong to no one. you are accountable for your own actions despite the masters you choose to serve.” Demetrius paused, gazing down at the cloak. “And even those masters you are forced to serve.” Longing crept into the dark skinned man as he stood there, surrounded by flickering candles that waved from the wind that gusted its way through the half open window. He remembered the smell of salt on his flesh as he hunted through the island jungles. He remembered his family, his mother, little sisters, and his father. For a brief moment he remembered everything. Everything was there and he was a thousand miles away, standing naked in the jungles he had roamed as a boy. Another gust of wind came, snuffing out the life of a solitary candle. The dead flamed turned to smoke and the smoke filtered across the room, the long tendril of the dead flame catching Demetrius’ nose and suddenly the smell of smoke consumed him, his eyes flashing as his beloved home was wreathed in flame. He remembered the men in iron, the ships, the screaming of his rapped mother and sisters. Demetrius clenched his fist and the memory died. When his eyes opened again, he was back in the room. He sighed softly, his face ever emotionless as he drew closer to Snow.
“You are his.” Demetrius said, slowly, unfolding the cloak and letting the thing fall. Though the fabric could not be seen, if could be heard sticking the floor. “He is the higher in rank and therefore you do as he says.” Demetrius began to walk around the woman. “He will give you orders and you must obey. But as for who will teach you, that is a duty Reno has given me. He calls you my burden and so you shall be.” Demetrius slowly, draped the heavy cloak onto Snow’s shoulders. His thick hands moved with surprising dexterity as he wound the cloak around the woman’s neck and fastened the three heavy clasps that held the cloak together, though, these too could not be seen. “Though I may order you, you are still a human to me and therefore, as a fable says in my home, when the sun sets on both a Chieftain’s and a peasant’s life, both will be equals.” Demetrius steeped back from Snow, who now was half hidden by the cloak. “Welcome to the order, Daughter of Snow.”
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“Well, well, look who’s awake!” Jasper chuckled as he gazed upon the other anathema who whispered as Jasper’s knife prepared to cut again. “come to watch your little friend break? Enjoy the show, its time to cut. Watch as my blade purifies this anathema slut.” Japer’s eyes flashed and his blade began to cut the top of the ‘T’ incision directly under the woman’s exposed breasts.
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Posted: Wed Apr 23, 2008 8:17 pm
Azimeana looked at Demetrius in silence. She dared a smile when he talked so gently to her. She even slightly blushed as he anchored his eyes in hers and she at the end had to look away.
As he became quiet, she looked at him a little puzzled. Every thing was quiet and dark. She was surprised to see the expressionless man having such deep eyes which were showing his soul during a couple of seconds. Freedom. Happiness. Sadness. Horror. She felt overwhelmed by his feelings but he quickly closed his eyes and kept them closed, clenching his fist. She made a step forward and opened her mouth "Si.. Dem..." but he opened his eyes back, as emotionless as usual and she stayed quiet.
When he wrapped the cloak around her, she felt awfully cold. She looked at him a little intrigued. How could she be cold while she was wearing such a heavy coat... Wearing only her soft whites under, she slightly shivered. She felt his hands, strong, so close to her neck and refrained her urge of pushing him away. She was not used to any human contact and being so close to someone, she had only experienced that with an enemy, just before killing him. With the exception of Reno earlier.
Equal...?! to him...?! she stared at him. He was so opposite from Reno but even though, they were friends, she was sure about that. Reno was accepting from Demetrius words and gestures that would have caused death to anyone else.
"S... hmmm... Demetrius. If I shall use your name, please use mine. I am Azimeana." She liked how he was calling her Daughter of Snow and respecting her. But she wanted to deserve his respect from her own value and thus she wanted to forget about her name, her House.
She gazed at him, refraining shivering again.
"I shall follow him by duty. I will follow you by choice." She bowed at the end of her sentence. When she did so, she realized that she had half disappeared. "Oohh..." during a second Azimeana had the eyes of an amazed child, but she quickly came back to her normal self, her silver eyes looking at Demetrius.
Danaiss only half heard the man. As Jasper came closer to Selyna, Danaiss froze, his finger full of blood close to his lips, his lips half opened, his eyes staring at the wound which was opening deeper and deeper into Selyna.
The witch started smiling...
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 10:36 am
Abel turned to look at Kaori before following the woman before him. The nodd that he gave her was meek, and was strange coming from him. There wasn't a choice, and he hated that. In order to keep them safe, they had to possibly put them back into it. He motioned Kaori and the girls to go before him, he wanted to be able to have his eyes on them. As they followed the woman into her home.
The biggest shock was Cyreanne. But plain on their host's face, it was to her too. Abel nodded his greeting back to her. He took note of the woman's name, but as Cyreanne had already said, there were urgent matters. He decided to start with the matter of Selyna. He shrugged, unable to actually say they were unsure. "As we approached the city, there were guards, and she fled. She said her home was close to here, so I'm pretty sure she's there."
[ahhhh poor Abel, theres sooo much estrogen xD]
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Posted: Fri Apr 25, 2008 6:47 am
Despite the pain, agony, and humiliation she was feeling, somewhere in the back of Selyna’s mind it registered what Danaiss had said and done as he encountered her blood. Horrified look leaving the old man and turning towards her companion who’d claimed he wanted nothing more than to help her, her mouth was agape and her eyes widened more than before. How disgusting to not only taste the blood of another from the floor, but to seem to enjoy the punishment she was going through. She couldn’t clearly remember what had happened when he said he needed to speak with her, but she did know that she woke up to the most excruciating pain she’d ever felt as a result. What are you doing, both of you, STOP!! Get away from me!!! She knew once again that her pleas would fall on deaf ears, but she worried that her silence would suggest she was giving them permission for their despicable behavior. She began wishing to just be killed and have this be done with, but couldn’t bring herself to move in such a manner that she would die; even at this point, her survival instincts held strong. Screaming again and using her will power to not buck into the knife so as to end the torture sooner rather than later, the tears continued to flow, and y she still didn’t sob and her face only twisted in the pain, not because of her sadness; though the word slut resonated deep in her mind as she found it ironic to be called that after years of fighting to preserve her virginity.
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