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 Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 11:33 pm
Oh God. Aysel had gotten herself into a right fix. Rage didn't seem like he'd be doing any defending here, so... Ay would have to try to fend for herself. And for eggs she did not even know she had. A surge of protectiveness ran through her, and she huddled closer to the eggs. Dammit. Love children or no, they were her first, just as Deranged had been her first. She was not going to allow them to be hurt, killed, or in some other way harmed. Her eyes sparkled with defiance, and defensiveness... but... she wanted to trust Azazel. Wanted so badly to trust the male who'd stood in as more or less her father. And so, she answered him,"They're mine. Mine and his." Let him come to his own conclusions. He would anyway. She knew him far too well than to assume that he'd just take her word for it.
"So... you will not explain them to me." Azazel looked down, calculatingly at Aysel. She was still his creature. Still very much his creature. "One night as an adult, and you are with child. Hmm." He glanced at Rage. "Very well. It will not be undone, and I will not force you to be rid of them." If she had been paying close attention, she would have noticed that he did not say that he would protect them. He might, or he might not. Who knew? Who could say? He certainly would not explain. A crooked smile formed on his lips as he took in The Black Cat's reactions, noting that he had come to similar conclusions.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 11:58 pm
He snapped a little, his eyes fading out momentairily as his mind tried to wrap around this situation, though he was literally raging on the inside, his outside was cool and calm, distant. Ok.. she'd given birth? That quicky? This wasn't good. s**t, why'd she have to have them? He wanted to blame her, to blame anyone but himself for this but he knew better. He wasn't stupid and he wasn't a coward.
Growling and gritting his teeth he finally snapped from his little trance and showed some outward rage. Though he wasn't looking at Az, he was looking at The Black Cat. "Don't you touch them you b*****d." He hissed, he didn't like that look. He'd grown up with the moster and he knew, just from a particular glint of the eyes or movement of the body that something wasn't right. Moving quickly back beside the little Nymphae and the small clutch. Though he didn't touch them, not yet.
The Black Cat listened but spoke not a word, not until the little 'hero' decided to speak. For once he showed a little emotion, a smirk. It made him look positively heartless. Yet he did little more, not even retorting. In fact, he found his little outburst to be quite.. humorous really. Licking his lips he turned his back on the little 'accidental family' and made his way across the room. Picking up the lively box and disappearing back to the room he'd taken residence in.
Though for once, his smirk lingered. Alighting his eyes in such a manner as they'd been on the day he'd plotted against the Gods. Only now he plotted on other matters and now he would'nt wind up so.. cursed. He smelled profit from spoil, and it was a sickly cloying perfume indeed.
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 3:44 pm
((can i bring my freaks in to play?))
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 5:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 5:45 pm
Aysel, by this point, had decided that she was a fool. A young fool. She watched The Black Cat leave the room, and watched as Azazel followed him. Oh hell... that was not a good sign. She just knew it. She sighed, smacked her forehead, and looked down at the pair of eggs. Okay, so... she had to deal with the situation as it stood. She didn't think she'd be getting any help from Rage. Probably not.
... One could hardly blame him. It had come as a real shock when she'd woken up to find them. Then again... she had a suspicion that the demon had done something to her long ago to increase her fertility. It was an unfounded suspicion, largely... but the evidence here suggested she couldn't be too far off base. It was not normal for things to happen this quickly. Was it? She let out a little breath, and leaned down, eying the eggs.
Her children. ... Oh man. Oh man, oh man. What was she going to do?
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 2:22 am
Deranged was still baring his sharp canines as TBC and Az left, he looked quite pissed off to be sure. Though what he intended on doing about this little mess he wasn't too certain about really, he was still young, too young to be having kids.
Oh s**t. He didn't look at her for a long while, his expression shifting back into nothing-ness as he focused on that portion of the wall again. So he'd fulfilled his lust but at this price? What was he supposed to do be a daddy? ******** that. He wasn't daddy material and he didn't intend on shifting his world just to be one either. He had his own problems.
Side-glancing Aysel for a moment he snapped his cold, amethyst gaze back to the wall. His ears flattening against his head in a rather selfish manner. Not touching the eggs yet, not yet. They weren't real. Stupid thing to tell himself when he knew all too well they were real. They were hers.. and they were his. After this mess he highly doubted he'd be having sex for a long time. Especially on a whim. And especially with a girl raised by a demon.
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 11:03 am
Aysel took in Rage's reaction, and closed her eyes. She'd expected it. She really had. It just... hurt, because it wasn't her fault. She hadn't planned it. She hadn't even known it was possible. So... she picked up the eggs, and got up, brushing past him on her way to her chamber. Hell if she was going to wait around for him to talk to her. She felt an ache, buried beneath all of the layers of training. If he thought that it was best to just leave, well... ... whatever. She'd take care of herself. She'd take care of her kids as best as she could. Tears trembled in her eyes, but did not fall. Not until she was in her room, and leaning against the door. Then she cried, for all that she had lost, and for what she had seen in his eyes. And she curled up on her bed, clinging to the small, oblong forms, falling into a listless sleep.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 11:43 pm
Rage's attention switched to a moving form, Aysels as she got up, took the eggs and disappeared into her chambers. His ears twitched, his face blank, a clean slate of nothingness. Why couldn't he feel? Why was he so, indifferent. It was frustrating not knowing how to express emotion, he just couldn't do it. And so, fighting the option to just slip out the front door he stood up uneasily and plopped against her door-frame, leaning his head back against the cool wood and staring out the window.
It was, maybe in some way, a show of support. A way to say he was uncertain, yeah, but he wasn't sure if he was giving up just yet. What the hell did she ******** expect out of him? He wasn't a father, he wasn't father material. Look what he grew up with. Growling and clenching his claws he sighed, rolling his head to one side, his bangs falling across those amethyst eyes as he slowly drifted off. Unaware that he'd missed a silver eye glinting from the shadows.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:09 am
Aysel's lithe form curled around the eggs, shivering slightly in her sleep. She lay about them protectively, paws over them, body covering them as best as it could. ... She was, after all, rather petite. Frail even. It was a wonder that she'd had the strength to create them, let alone remain awake for so long afterwards. She clung to them, the dried tears marring her cheeks only just a little. She was blissfully unaware of Rage's presence... and unaware of a much more threatening presence. A presence made of threads, black fur, and cruelty.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:30 am
Rage slept, he'd never dealt with this kind of emotional sea before and found it exhausting really. Therefore he completely missed the fact that he had an uneasy feeling lodged in his stomach, passing it off as an emotion side-effect as he slept on.
The Black Cat smirked for once, his features a bit.. disturbing as he did so. Frightening. Like a creature from nightmare. Slowly, silently and yet with a rather cocky stride he passed the sleeping form of Naya's pity experiment and opened the door quietly. He made not a single sound, moved as a shadow and his single, silver eye gleamed brilliantly in the darkness. The sleeping form of Aysel he paid little attention to, what she held in her arms was the focus of his attention.
Slipping closer he inspected both eggs. Placing a claw on first one, then the other. Closing his eyes as he mentally tapped into both. Hmm.. no, not this one. The second egg would be his. Slipping it from her, easing it out of her grasp and moving the other egg so it filled the empty space enough so as not to collapse her arms and awaken her. Holding the warm sphere in his grasp with a cold, empty gaze he turned swiftly and left the room. Shutting the door and disappearing down the hall with his new.. treasure.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 12:40 am
Slowly, night became day... yet another day that Aysel would not see. She scarcely had the chance to venture out into the light. The feeling that something was missing, something was wrong began to wake her from her slumber. How silly. She should sleep, she should cuddle her eggs. ... Eggs? ... Wait. Where was the other egg? She felt around with her paw for a moment, before her eyes shot open. "... Baby?" Nowhere. ... She couldn't see the egg anywhere. She hadn't crushed it, so... "Baby?" She looked around frantically now, thinking it had fallen off of the bed. "Baby!?" The little nymphae quickly upturned all of the covers, the remaining egg carefully protected in the corner.
"Baby, baby! Where are you. Oh no. ... Oh no! ... Oh... Where are you?!" And slowly, as she could not find the little egg, Aysel began to weep desperately. Her paws tore at the covers, at the blankets, at the pillows... at anything that might be hiding it. ... and still, nothing. "Baby..." She wailed, clutching her one egg to her, sinking to the floor in a little pile of huddled purple. With heart broken purple eyes, she stared at the wrecked bed. The wrecked, empty bed. ... Oh god.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 1:53 am
The sound woke him, if that hadn't her cries would have. His eyes snapped open and he felt ill all of a sudden as a chill raced up his spine and he was on his paws in seconds. Crashing open the door to find the room upturned and Aysel on the floor with one egg clutched in her grasp. He was quick, kneeling before her with a half worried half determined look. "What happened? Where's the other one?" He didn't say egg, even now he was fighting reality but for some reason he felt prickled by this sudden turn of events. It rubbed him the wrong way. His cold eyes didn't soften so much as they gave away a hint of.. worry? Unease? What was that gleam. It certainly wasn't just anger.
Brushing it off he placed a firm paw on her chin, tilting her head up so she would look at him. "Aysel, what happened?" His body was rigid, the fur along his spine standing up on edge in a defensive manner. He didn't feel well over this situation in the slightest, something was wrong on more than one level. And seeing her in shambles clutching one of their two eggs didn't help. Sure, he wasn't a father, but he might as well help. It was the least he could do and besides, he felt a little sick seeing her like this. Weird.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 2:02 am
In an excess of mothering instinct, Aysel had managed to make the pads of her forepaws bleed. She winced, now... realizing that it hurt. She hadn't before. "The... egg... I was sleeping. I slept. With them. ... I awoke, one was gone. ... Is gone. I c-can't f-find it..." she struggled to keep her voice stable, to keep it steady... but her beautiful eyes were full of hurt, of heart break.
They swam with it. "I don't know what to do. I don't know where it could have gotten to. It's... nowhere."
Her baby. Her itty bitty wee baby... a baby who had not yet hatched... was gone. Missing. MIA. Without a sign of where she or he had gone to. She calmed slightly at his touch, at his presence. At least she wasn't alone. ... Still... her flesh and blood was missing. Disappeared. Speaking of blood, her paws bled sluggishly until it stopped of its own volition.
It hurt, this loss. It hurt more than she imagined that one could hurt. ... And she hadn't even asked for the babies. Hadn't even wanted them. ...
Oh hell. What was she going to do?
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 2:15 am
Gone? Just gone? That was impossible. He turned his head away from her, gazing at the wall as he thought. His ears twitching every now and again until he simply stopped moving all-together. That was, until his eyes glinted and he had a notion forming. He needed to find TBC. Looking down at Aysels paws he growled, as if hindered and snatched a sheet off the bed. Ripping little ribbons from the main he grabbed her injured paws and wiped them down a little.
Wrapping them with clean strips before he stood and turned towards the door. "Lock the door." He said, leaving the room and shutting it behind him as he did so. He knew The Black Cat was up to nothing good, the look in his eyes when he'd seen the eggs, the way he left.. it made Rage want to rip him apart. Slamming a fist into the wall he growled, an outburst, for once. Why did this have to happen? And why TBC? That demon was likely up to something as well. One problem at a time.
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 2:27 am
Close the door? Why? Was there something dangerous around? Lock it? ... "Okay..." Aysel said dazedly, a little surprised by it all. Well. If he said she should, she would. He seemed to have a purpose, to know what he was doing. For now, she allowed herself to be led blindly. She blinked, realizing that her paws no longer hurt. And when she looked down, they were wrapped up, covered by the sheet strips. He left, shut the door. That was her cue, wasn't it? She walked over to the door, and turned snapped the lock in place. Once looked in, she grabbed up the egg... and huddled in the middle of the bed.
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