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 Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 8:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 5:58 pm
[SOLO] #17
Whee!
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Never before had he felt like this in his life. He’d smoked his share of weed, gotten drunk enough to spend half the night strewn over a toilet, felt that surge of adrenaline as someone thrashed underneath him while his fingers crushed their trachea. None of it even held a candle to the power of the senshi’s starseed rushing through his veins.
It was a night to celebrate, to say the very least, and Obsidian prowled about the city in a delighted haze, grinning as he’d leapt from roof to roof and occasionally dropped to the streets to search. Was he hunting? Maybe. Hell, he could be doing s**t nothing right now, and it wouldn’t do a damn thing to dim this feeling, this raw power that roared through him right now.
And he wanted more. It was the beginning of a terrible and deadly addiction that he would find himself craving for many nights when the high eventually wore off, but he had no way of knowing that now. It was power, and he’d obtained it—finally. Charonite himself had acknowledged the feat, even if it’d been a sheer accident, and still. He was the first to do it, the first to take down one of those flouncing floozies.
His spine rippled as he lingered in the shadows for a moment, eyes practically aglow as he watched the darkened silhouettes of people passing by. Common sense was nearly thrown out the window, and he wouldn’t have thought twice about lunging out in front of the lot of them, just to cut them down and laugh about it for hours.
A grin pulled at his lips at the thought, and Obsidian rocked on his heels for a moment, a low hum beginning to stir in his throat.
A man glanced at him as he passed, brows arched with a typical ‘******** weirdo’ expression scrawled all over his features. The redhead only leered in reply, half tempted to go after him, but let it go after a moment.
Too much waiting ,not enough action. He sprang to the roofs again, high as a kite both literally and figuratively now as he skirted across the roofs. There was no method to his madness, no elaborate plot or plan. Obsidian was enjoying life, and sure as hell didn’t give a damn about much right now. (Not to mention he couldn’t stay focused on a goddamn thing; this is also known as ADD in some people.)
Of course, there was a particular not-virgin being wed soon... And not-virgins required wedding gifts, did they not? Contemplating this fact was enough to lead Obsidian to a jewelry store, where it, at the time, had seemed hilarious to smash the windows out with his sword and yell “This is a stick-up!”
It would be all over the headlines in the morning; priceless diamond necklaces stolen by a redheaded man in armor. Nealite would not be pleased.
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 6:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 6:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 4:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 01, 2010 3:23 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 9:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 9:09 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 12:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 12:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 9:52 am
[SOLO] #18
Nightmares
451 words
”Why do you kill?” Asked the little voice in his ear, lips pressed so sweetly there even as cold, musty breath washed up against the skin. Dead, dead, dead, whoever it was had pulled themselves from the grave. Rotted fingers caressed at his cheeks, long and ragged nails pressing into the skin hard enough to cut.
“Because I must.” He replied, mechanical and compliant, head lolling back so those nails could pick their way down his throat, tearing the skin in messy, shallow patterns. His hands, his feet, his entire body was bound tight, and no matter how much he struggled, there was no getting free. But there was no struggle, no ounce of willpower left in him. She had told him not to, and if he was good pet and sat at her heels, there would be more in store for him. The taste was thick and savory on his tongue, and distinctly, he felt small, sharp teeth sink into his ear before they started to chew.
“Who do you kill for?” The little voice was muffled with his skin, working it between its teeth and swallowing it down before going back for a second bite.
“My Queen.” Obsidian whispered, feeling icy fingers wrap around his throat to better squeeze those words out of him so everyone could hear them. His breath hitched uncomfortably for a moment, and his body arched and thrashed before he could restrain himself. Instincts nagged at him, pleaded with him to break free and fight to live, to get out of this mess he’d put himself in. And yet, he could not, not without her command, her blessing.
Without her, he was nothing.
“Yes, yes, that’s right.” The little voice sounded amused, as though he’d confirmed what it’d known all along. “You belong to her. You. Are. Hers.” The nails cut cruelly into his throat once more before they tightened their grip, slowly strangling the man.
All he could do was choke soundlessly on words that would never get free, and his spine arched even as his nails dug into the wooden board beneath him. For her, for her, this was all for her, and though his body resisted, his mind was blank. This was to benefit himself, to make things better in the end.
The little voice came into light then, leaning over him with fiery eyes and a mane of orange hair that went on, and on, and on. Her lips were curled upward in a slow, satisfied sort of smile, and the small bones in his neck began to pop.
“You belong to me.”
There was only a brief spasm of fear before his world went dark, and he knew nothing more.
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 9:53 am
[SOLO] #19
There's no 'I' in 'team'...
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 9:54 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 15, 2010 9:55 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 17, 2010 10:20 am
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