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 Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 6:53 pm
The demoness looked about the room. A rather large couch, with overly stuffed pillows beckoned her. She sighed and floated over to it.
The queen stretched out her long dark legs and leaned back into one of the cushions. She laid her black tail on her lap and began to play with the spaded end.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:01 pm
-Picks up a big fluffly pillow and slamws it down on Athula's head/horns and watches the feathers fall in amazement-
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:07 pm
Athula The demoness looked about the room. A rather large couch, with overly stuffed pillows beckoned her. She sighed and floated over to it.
The queen stretched out her long dark legs and leaned back into one of the cushions. She laid her black tail on her lap and began to play with the spaded end. you seem to be having alot of fun here
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:12 pm
Nakita Kitagawa Nakita's eyes sparkled in curiosity towards the appearance of Athula. She cocked her head just slightly to the left as her ears perked up. With a soft 'thump', she sat down and kept her place, trying not to get into any sort of difficult situation. Athura turned her head in the direction of the "thump". After a moment she realized the girl was staring at her. One of her snowy white brows rose as her gaze met the other females.
The demoness turned to lay on her belly, her elbow propped her head up as her hand rested under her chin.
"What is it my dear?"she asked. Her voice was not one of a high pitch, it was low, but was not masculine.
Out of the corner of her eye she watched Liriel pick up a cushion. Faster then an eye can blink, her long tail snatched the pillow out of Liriels hand. It dipped low and dropped the cushion beside her. Athura took it and layed her head on it, her white tresses spread out around her. She looked up at Liriel and smirked mischieviously at her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:20 pm
KyOuSuKe Neko Athula The demoness looked about the room. A rather large couch, with overly stuffed pillows beckoned her. She sighed and floated over to it.
The queen stretched out her long dark legs and leaned back into one of the cushions. She laid her black tail on her lap and began to play with the spaded end. you seem to be having alot of fun here "Hmm...is that sarcasm I hear?"she smirked.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:21 pm
Athula KyOuSuKe Neko Athula The demoness looked about the room. A rather large couch, with overly stuffed pillows beckoned her. She sighed and floated over to it.
The queen stretched out her long dark legs and leaned back into one of the cushions. She laid her black tail on her lap and began to play with the spaded end. you seem to be having alot of fun here "Hmm...is that sarcasm I hear?"she smirked. no you are just playing with your tail. lets go to the surface and killing spree
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:25 pm
KyOuSuKe Neko Athula KyOuSuKe Neko Athula The demoness looked about the room. A rather large couch, with overly stuffed pillows beckoned her. She sighed and floated over to it.
The queen stretched out her long dark legs and leaned back into one of the cushions. She laid her black tail on her lap and began to play with the spaded end. you seem to be having alot of fun here "Hmm...is that sarcasm I hear?"she smirked. no you are just playing with your tail. lets go to the surface and killing spree "As much as that sounds tempting...I must decline. For your safety."
Athura had not looked up at him, instead she kept her eyes focused on the details of the silken pillow.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:30 pm
Athula Nakita Kitagawa Nakita's eyes sparkled in curiosity towards the appearance of Athula. She cocked her head just slightly to the left as her ears perked up. With a soft 'thump', she sat down and kept her place, trying not to get into any sort of difficult situation. Athura turned her head in the direction of the "thump". After a moment she realized the girl was staring at her. One of her snowy white brows rose as her gaze met the other females.
The demoness turned to lay on her belly, her elbow propped her head up as her hand rested under her chin.
"What is it my dear?"she asked. Her voice was not one of a high pitch, it was low, but was not masculine.
Out of the corner of her eye she watched Liriel pick up a cushion. Faster then an eye can blink, her long tail snatched the pillow out of Liriels hand. It dipped low and dropped the cushion beside her. Athura took it and layed her head on it, her white tresses spread out around her. She looked up at Liriel and smirked mischieviously at her.
"Nothing, nothing! Sorry if my staring disturbs you, I just.. Tend to watch people to learn about them." she said nervously, though with a happy, high pitched tone of voice. Her attention then focused to the pillow Liriel attempted to smack Athura with.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:35 pm
Athula KyOuSuKe Neko Athula KyOuSuKe Neko Athula The demoness looked about the room. A rather large couch, with overly stuffed pillows beckoned her. She sighed and floated over to it.
The queen stretched out her long dark legs and leaned back into one of the cushions. She laid her black tail on her lap and began to play with the spaded end. you seem to be having alot of fun here "Hmm...is that sarcasm I hear?"she smirked. no you are just playing with your tail. lets go to the surface and killing spree "As much as that sounds tempting...I must decline. For your safety."
Athura had not looked up at him, instead she kept her eyes focused on the details of the silken pillow. "i dont need to be safe, life is more fun when near death."
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:43 pm
Nakita Kitagawa Athula Nakita Kitagawa Nakita's eyes sparkled in curiosity towards the appearance of Athula. She cocked her head just slightly to the left as her ears perked up. With a soft 'thump', she sat down and kept her place, trying not to get into any sort of difficult situation. Athura turned her head in the direction of the "thump". After a moment she realized the girl was staring at her. One of her snowy white brows rose as her gaze met the other females.
The demoness turned to lay on her belly, her elbow propped her head up as her hand rested under her chin.
"What is it my dear?"she asked. Her voice was not one of a high pitch, it was low, but was not masculine.
Out of the corner of her eye she watched Liriel pick up a cushion. Faster then an eye can blink, her long tail snatched the pillow out of Liriels hand. It dipped low and dropped the cushion beside her. Athura took it and layed her head on it, her white tresses spread out around her. She looked up at Liriel and smirked mischieviously at her.
"Nothing, nothing! Sorry if my staring disturbs you, I just.. Tend to watch people to learn about them." she said nervously, though with a happy, high pitched tone of voice. Her attention then focused to the pillow Liriel attempted to smack Athura with. "Oh not at all."Athura replied. "I..am the same way." The demoness followed the girls gaze to the pillow she was resting on. Gently, she tossed it to her and pulled out another one to take its place. "Come closer, I don't bite....to hard." She laughed a little at her "joke".
Athura had become less of an angry woman, over time. She had to thank her husband for it. The stubborn demon had relentlessly pursued her about it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 7:53 pm
KyOuSuKe Neko Athula KyOuSuKe Neko Athula KyOuSuKe Neko Athula The demoness looked about the room. A rather large couch, with overly stuffed pillows beckoned her. She sighed and floated over to it.
The queen stretched out her long dark legs and leaned back into one of the cushions. She laid her black tail on her lap and began to play with the spaded end. you seem to be having alot of fun here "Hmm...is that sarcasm I hear?"she smirked. no you are just playing with your tail. lets go to the surface and killing spree "As much as that sounds tempting...I must decline. For your safety."
Athura had not looked up at him, instead she kept her eyes focused on the details of the silken pillow. "i dont need to be safe, life is more fun when near death." She held in a chuckle. "That's not what I meant. Asmodei would never let me join another man on such a hunt. He would tear you apart."She hissed.
Athura brushed back her hair and tilted her neck to expose the intricate mark he left on her. She lightly brushed her fingers over it, her eyes dimmed as the memory of that night filled her.
She finally blinked and looked at Kyousuke to make sure he saw it. EDIT: Athura's Mark
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 8:08 pm
Athula KyOuSuKe Neko Athula KyOuSuKe Neko Athula "Hmm...is that sarcasm I hear?"she smirked. no you are just playing with your tail. lets go to the surface and killing spree "As much as that sounds tempting...I must decline. For your safety."
Athura had not looked up at him, instead she kept her eyes focused on the details of the silken pillow. "i dont need to be safe, life is more fun when near death." She held in a chuckle. "That's not what I meant. Asmodei would never let me join another man on such a hunt. He would tear you apart."She hissed.
Athura brushed back her hair and tilted her neck to expose the intricate mark he left on her. She lightly brushed her fingers over it, her eyes dimmed as the memory of that night filled her.
She finally blinked and looked at Kyousuke to make sure he saw it. i was not just suggesting us, Every one can come it will be more fun. lets massacre europe
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 8:13 pm
KyOuSuKe Neko Athula KyOuSuKe Neko Athula KyOuSuKe Neko Athula "Hmm...is that sarcasm I hear?"she smirked. no you are just playing with your tail. lets go to the surface and killing spree "As much as that sounds tempting...I must decline. For your safety."
Athura had not looked up at him, instead she kept her eyes focused on the details of the silken pillow. "i dont need to be safe, life is more fun when near death." She held in a chuckle. "That's not what I meant. Asmodei would never let me join another man on such a hunt. He would tear you apart."She hissed.
Athura brushed back her hair and tilted her neck to expose the intricate mark he left on her. She lightly brushed her fingers over it, her eyes dimmed as the memory of that night filled her.
She finally blinked and looked at Kyousuke to make sure he saw it. i was not just suggesting us, Every one can come it will be more fun. lets massacre europe "Where my husband goes, I follow." She replied, laying her head back down on the soft pillow. "He is the one you must convince."
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Posted: Thu Aug 21, 2008 8:32 pm
A demon queen. She'd been one once. The soul of a god, the long-dead body of a demon. The gargantuan, rotting form of what looked to be reminiscent of a gore-red, horned Irish Wolfhound was now an empty shell; devoid of the Fae that once dwelled within. Devoid of the fae that had once served as the goddess of the forests, before Artemis ever dare poke her dainty little head into existance. Before the Egyptian gods. Before the Babalonian gods. Before the Greek gods, Maeve had ruled. Out with the old and in with the new the others had told her, and her kindred slew her full of hate.
That hate took shape on her death. It took the shape of a Hell Hound. This hound had no intention of mindlessly guarding hell's gates, nor did she plan on wandering the firey wastelands in packs for the rest of eternity. She was going to Re-Ascend. And reascend she did. No longer was she the wiry, red elven Fae of her youth. Now she was a tree-high mangy wolf with fur the color of fire and horns of pitch. Quite a terrifying creature it was that took the domain of Nature's Wrath. Though her reign as the Red Death was poorly time and short lived. Some little t**t that went by the name of Arthur shoved an ugly hunk of metal named Excalibur into her chest. Hell hounds are demonic, but by no means immortal. Maeve met her death a second time. But it was the third time that was the charm.
Hundreds, if not thousands, of years went by before another filthy human found her. A wizard this time. Equally as young at the time and equally a pain in her furred a** as the first that crossed her path. While not as catastrophically stupid as Arthur's puppetteer, Merlin, Vincent Anamak was pretty dumb. However; it seemed that the lower a wizard's intelligence, the better their skill. And with that skill, Vincent Anamak bound the rotting hound's goddess soul into some little trinket somewhere on his person and rose her as a Lich. His personal Lich. Guarding the gates of hell would have been a better day job than guarding the gates of his zombie-ridden estate. Not even her phylactery could hold her on his property when he left for lower ground. Her semi-skeletal legs struck the ground in their three-part cadence for eons it seemed. What little fur she had left swayed with her still-graceful strides, and where the fur had fallen away, the shrivled muscle, tendon, and bones' intricate dance referred to by lupine kind as a lope.
Her dance ended before a beautiful demon queen. A mockery from her fellows of what she had once been. She could look the part still if she wanted, the only gift from the necromancer. She slowed her lope to a jog, to a walk, to a stop, towering over the woman on the couch, and the others at the scene. Her lips had rotted away, leaving her yellowed teeth forever exposed in a harsh snarl. One of her ears was completely missing, and the bone under her right eye had broken away, leaving the shrivled orb dangling uselessly by the optic nerve against her cheek. The flesh around the other eye was gone, revealing the organ in its entirety in the socket. Her kinked tail twitched behind her slowly from one side to the other as she stretched, only to see if the lesser things would cringe at the grating and popping of a corpse in movement.
"Why hello there." Her voice, through the hollow husk, held an accent long forgotten by any deizen of this plane of existance. "Would I be inturrupting anything perchance?"
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