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 Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 10:11 am
"Always." He replied with a smile, watching her sleep for a moment. He smiled at the thought, then turned and walked out of the Den. Good Hunting... The best.. He always found what he sought. And right now...
He sighed and left the sensual tug of his Pride behind, knowing where Briseis was... Something troubled her... Something... Conflicting... He had to seek her out, find the cause of the disturbance. If she was conflicted she did not truly belong to him... And if ever there was one word that would describe this Dark King, it was Possessive.
.... (Insert Time Skip and RP Between Aveshar And Briseis: Here We Are Again)....
Aveshar paced back toward his pride, claws still painted red. Matching semi-circles of blood-spots stained Briseis's haunches, but they were not testamates of battle as one might think. Especially considering the black male, one could have suppossed in a battle the ligress would not walk away...
Not that it mattered. No real fight had occurred... Let the other's think as they wish. He swayed closer to her and huffed a possessive breath down her neck, eyes glinting.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 6:27 pm
When Lord Aveshar and Briseis returned, Diera was not in the cave. Only Lady Mort still lay in the corner where she had collapsed. For a brief moment, everything seemed silent and abandoned.
A steam-filled hiss broke the silence as Diera came into view. Her claws were bloodied, flames burning high and brightly. Her fangs were drenched in blood as well as her muzzle and tattoo-ed chest. A zebra claimed her back as she walked, her flames licking at the dripping blood. Eyes glazed, she stared over at the King and the ligress as she returned. "Well, Aveshar..." She spoke, her voice silken with quelled blood lust. "It appears that you did hunt well." She licked at the side of her muzzle before dropping the carcass before him.
"Eat hearty." She gave him a slight smile before settling upon her haunches attending to her bloodied body parts. Her tongue sensually went over her black claws. They faintly shone in due to the flames light giving off a dark edge. Her tongue then moved to her chest, taking her time with the marking she attained from her father. It was something that she didn't mind gaining from him.
Finally, the blood left her maw. Tongue still trying to lap up the last of the blood. All the while, her eyes never left Aveshar's. His dark, mysterious orb left shivers down her spine. The kind of shivers that left pleasure, yet fear in the deepest parts of her heart.
And she loved every bit of it.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 7:36 pm
There's a place in the dark where the animals go;
You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow...
Something was changing. The wind stilled, yet the bare, dead branches still waved. The sun glared down at the cracked, bare landscape, yet it was still a shadowed place, as if the clouds had crept in front of the burning star. The ground seemed to shift, setting down with a groan. Preparing for the newcomer, the dark, bound visitor. Must protect itself from her, yes. Dark, merciless. Cold, like the chains that bound her. Cold, like the silver of her eyes. Cold, like her heart.
A frozen being. A work of art, stolid and stunning.
Clink. Clink. Golden chains danced among nimble paws, glinting inticingly. Attractive, deceiving. Torture by golden chains. Being bound, chained to her past, her secrets.
Torture.
The noise stopped. Lioness, halted at the edge of the Dark Lord's lands. Sniffs softly, testing the boarder. Testing her new haven. Haven from her past, from her lonely, silent wanderings. Ears longed for the sound of another's voice, if only to order her away. Clink, clink. The only sound she had heard for months. Conversation? Bah, no such thing for this lioness. Most were terrified of her, the dark aura surrounding the cursed beauty. The clink, like the ticking of the clock. Turned the weak mad. Turned the young old, the beautiful disgusting. But not her. Not Kage. Beauty frozen in ice, frozen in time. Protected by the veil of ice around her heart.
Song was lit upon the still air, elegant, exotic. Addicting, the sweet, dark tunes the ebony siren spun. The first call she made to anyone for some time. Cuff around the slender neck pressing the chords, twisting them. Mocking the lioness. Silence seemed so heavy after her call, the birds not singing in shame, their weak tunes nothing compared to the ballad of sorrow, Kage's personal lullaby.
Now, to wait for this elusive King. Lord of the Dark... Could he handle the dark in it's purest form?
Juliet loves the beat and the lust it commands;
Drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, Romeo...
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2007 2:53 pm
Aveshar turned, arching a brow at the explosion of fire out of thin air, smiling at the lioness that appeared. Ah, he should have known. Of course the Lady Diera would have some sort of abilities... Why didn't he guess materializing would be one of them? He smiled, bowing his head faintly. The zebra she deposited before them was more than large enough to feed them all..
Yet even as he paced forward and tore into the meat, he watched the female across from him. After freeing herself from the burden of the kill, Diera groomed her dainty, deadly claws, chest and maw. He watched her as she watched him, tearing a piece of meat from the zebra and eating it wordlessly.
The deadly, dark music dancing through the winds and winding over the lands tugged his attention away from his meal and the lionesses around him. Pulled him toward the border. Swallowing, he turned and drew a deep breath, scenting... A stranger. Another?
He tilted his head, pondering the idea with an amused smile. How interesting... A child of the Dark... He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the sensual music wrap around his senses... The land stirred at the foreign song, but he stilled it...
Opening his maw, Aveshar sang back, a song to the land. His land. His song. He sang a soft greeting to the new lioness, a request for her to stand where she was. He turned back to his pride with a faint smile on his mouth. He had not sang for some time... He forgot how he enjoyed it.... The dark music and power swelling around him....
"I shall return, my Ladies..." He said softly. "But first, I must greet our guest.."
With a nod, he turned and loped away, moving toward the border with large, easy strides. "Greetings, Stranger."
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Posted: Tue Aug 07, 2007 3:06 pm
Well it rains and it pours when you're out on your own...
Stand where she was was exactly what she did, for multiple reasons. Request by the King, yes, but also for the fact that she had no where to go. She had come to him for that very reason, and had no intent to bow out now, just before she finally saw her new king, the ruler of the dark lands. The barren lands. The forbidding lands.
Her comfort lands.
It was so easy to just.. disappear here. Just slip into the backdrop, a dark flower as the actors play out their lives. So easy to live as a fly on the wall, learning secrets and confessions to be stored. To be dissected. Analyzed. Then returned in the form of a twisted whisper, an innocent threat.
Deep song, King's song, rumbled around her, wrapping her in power, darkness. A blanket of destruction. Shivers ran up and down her spine. Delicious. Silver eyes, half lidded, glanced over, pawsteps betrayng the King's approach. A bow was issued to the dark lord, chains clinking softly, whispering to each other. Head raised, face stolid. Eyes revealed nothing, emotions sealed away with her secrets.
"King Aveshar, yes?"
Words rolled off her tongue like a lullaby, soft, sweet. Haunting.
"The name is Kage, Dark Lord. Kage, a lone lioness. Lone any longer, that is up to you."
If I crash on your couch can I sleep in my clothes?
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2007 11:54 am
Aveshar considered the stranger as he walked toward her. She was a young enough thing.. The chains interested him.. She was not the first he had met who had been bound and broken free... Nor would she be the last...
He paced a loose circle around her.. Not quite interested in dominating or possessing her... Yet... He smiled. At her greeting he nodded.
"Yes... I am Aveshar..." He said agreeably, considering the dark female, her silver eyes... She was quite interesting this one...
"Greetings Kage the Wanderer... Welcome to the Twisted Kingdom... If you seek a place that would welcome a heart like your's..." He smiled. "You have found it."
Once again he stood before her. "If you wish to enter... Follow me."
And with that he turned away, pacing toward the heart of the land, toward the den and the other females that were his.
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 6:07 pm
The ligress paused as they re-entered. She indeed had enjoyed the company of Aveshar, her rather big secret had come out and her testamet to Aveshar aswell as his protectiveness and claiming ways. Her light blue eyes held a tone to them that couldn't be found elsewhere in this place it seemed. She looked to the other female Diera and had to stop herself from laughing, foolish little girl. Her tail flicked sharply moving past it almost in disgust. She hadn't ate anything in her life that she hadn't help kill. She'd rather starve than feel like a useless pig. Ears flickering back as her King was beckoned again.
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Posted: Thu Aug 16, 2007 7:05 pm
Mort didn't eat as well, her tail flicked behind her now as her head lifted, she was angry as sin, but she'd been taught her lesson. Her eyes had watched Aveshar and his...whore reappear, she'd almost gaged, she didn't have any romantic interest in the male, so why was she being like this, to her Aveshar was a spoiled little demon brat who needed a spanking, and his harlot was in need of a choking...Her tail flicked once more, the area around her grew more, and more icy by the moment.
The lioness who'd done the killing, was impressive to say the least, Mort had no issues with her, she felt a bit, kinder towards this female, though she wasn't sure how long it would last. She usually didn't keep friends for long, she was either ordered to kill them sooner or later, or was forced to watch them be killed. She kept her distance for many reasons, it was hard to live so long, with no true companionship, she snorted. What on earth, she shook her head. Someone was playing with her mind, her tail flicked again.
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Posted: Thu Aug 30, 2007 3:16 pm
Done with her cleaning, Diera arched her brow at the ligress. Apparently the food that the Flame Tribal provided was too beneath this one. Shrugging, she waved her paw over the food, slightly warming it. The female wanted to keep the body warm so the blood tasted well...like fire even.
Her ears flicked back as she heard a flick. Turning her head over her shoulder, Diera noticed that Mort had awaken from her "slumber". She gave her a welcoming, but twisted smile and turned back to the preparations of the food. The blood began to bubble at the heat, carcass smoldering and burning slightly.
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 3:38 pm
Pacing several lengths ahead of the newest lioness, Aveshar neared the Den before she did. The tension crackling through the air made his skin sing, and he flicked his ears forward to better catch the sound of any words that might be flying. His ladies were bound to clash sooner or later, and it would be better if he was around to prevent any unneccessary deaths..
They were his girls, after all...
Glancing to Diera, he noted the flame tribal female had finished in her grooming, and was now concentrating on doing something to the meat. He scented the air. Warm meat.. Hot blood.. Something with fire?
His voice was deep and rumbling. "Ladies?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 4:04 pm
Her head looked up in the direction of Aveshar, her paw still hovering over the carcass, the blood simmering and bubbling hotly. "Ah, Lord Aveshar, you return." Her eyes then went back toward the meat before her. It looked ready enough.
Lowering her paw, she used her claws to cut at a thick slit of the hot, bloody meat. She then offered it to Aveshar, her flames lowering. "Try it." She simply stated, tail flicking. She never took her dark eyes off his.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2007 7:14 pm
The hair upon the back of her neck bristled. How she would love to gore some of their faces...one in paticular. She ignored his question and continued forward until yawning briefly and lying down away from the crowd. She was far from a harlot for Aveshar wasn't that close to her yet. The little hell bent spawn she would have carried. She herself couldn't imagine the thought. She had no care for Mort, she would have liked to see her maimed but you couldn't always get what you want. She didn't know why she was here, let alone did she want her here but she kept it to herself.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 5:01 am
Pacing forward, Aveshar sniffed at the meat Diera offered. Hot enough to scald? Not quite... But close... It didn't look too appetising, but he carved off a slice with his own claws.
A King ate from no one's paw.
Swallowing the morsel down, he gave a flick of his tail. "A most interesting choice, Lady Diera..."
He turned and eyed Briseis, then Mort. Two strong personalities. Not alike... Mort challenged his authority to the point where it incensed him, Briseis respected him and he claimed her...
Two very different girls. "I hope you will all get along... And if you don't that you will speak to me about it..."
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 5:42 pm
Diera gave a nod. "It's strange, but it keeps a fire in one's belly and a mind off of food when it's scarce." She shrugged gently slipping the food down her throat.
Lowering her muzzle, she began to tear the meat letting it slip through her throat. She then turned back to Aveshar. "If this meat is unsatisfactory, I shall go hunt. I only ask for a small time of rest. The...switching realms take some energy from me..."
She bowed her head low to the ground before slipping it back against the zebra snatching meat off the bone and letting the hot, boiling food slip down her neck.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2007 5:55 pm
Mort rose to her paws, stretching she dug her claws into the dead land with a twitch for it to be another's soft flesh. She looked towards Briseis and snorted with a laugh as she made her way towards Aveshar, her tail flicking.
'Dont worry, I wouldn't waste my time on her...and the others I have no problems with' her lips didn't move an inch, she looked to the resting lioness, she'd killed the game well, with a tilt of her head she eyed the dead beast.
Mort didnt eat the flesh of another, she yawned. Her jaw popped loudly as she snapped her jaws closed, she walked past him, running her tail along his side.
She'd have to go find her own meal. She looked to the lioness, who was taking her fill of her own kill. 'You killed beautifully..Thanks for the offering.' she bowed her head for a brief second.
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