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 Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 10:39 am
So, because you are still human, despite your monstrous make up.
*Ice spoke the words blandly, neither scoffing nor praising Will's feelings. Turning away, he led the way into the hall of masks*
My master works. Masks of all those I have found beautiful through time. There some famous faces here. Each one is made of the facial bones of the people they represent.
So many beautiful creatures, so many memories. They are embued with the record of their lives, and they whisper always for more.
Are they not beautiful, William? Is this not the epitomy of art? Not just visual creation, but recorded EXPERIANCE. Genetic memory, and individual recollection, made substance!
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 10:52 am
Following along behind Ice, Will couldn't help himself to gawk and stare at the writhing and rambling forms that made up the walls all around him; to him this was an abattoir of freakish delights, catering to the whims of a delusional mind. Will kept a strait face however, and focused on not doing anything to offend the madman who called himself Will's grandfather. Beautiful? Hardly; it was obvious that Will and Ice's definition of beauty were no where near each other.
"It is certainly impressive, and speaks of the powers you have on hand that allow you to sculpt living effigies of those you find appealing. How long have you been going at this?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 10:56 am
Longer than you wish to know. Much longer. Come.
*Moving on through the halls, the eyes of the masks following the pair, whispers rising around them as the went on, Ice led the way into his sanctum, where a dias rose upwards with four masks set into silk inlays at the top. One was clearly Ice. Another, Corbin. The third? Faye. And the final one was Bailey. *
Sit. I have things I wish to show you. Sit, close your eyes. I will not harm you. I have given my word, in my own haven. You will not be harmed.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 11:04 am
That answer alone ended all the curiosity that Will had at the moment, instead just following along silently and blatantly ignoring the ramblings of the masks around him; once he reached the end of the corridor, Will found that things had gotten a bit worse. Seeing the Dias in the middle of the room with a set of particular faces around it, Will was more than a little nervous about being here; Ice's request did not help in the least. Sit down and close my eyes? What are you ******** insane?
So, walking up to and sitting on the Dias, Will gave a quick shuddering sigh and then shut his eyes; hoping to whomever had kept him alive this long that his luck would hold out for much longer. Though even with his eyes closed, Will wasn't technically blind; he could still hear and smell where Ice was, and would track him around the room that way.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 11:24 am
*Ice wasnt moving about huge amounts. Simply from the dias to Will. The feel of cold close to him would press in briefly, indicating how close Ice was.
Will would feel something touching his face... and then it was too late. And everything changed.
~Hot, sweet lips, pressed to his own, he was being pushed down against the hard cold surface of the chasm floor. Faye was sat over him, his claws sunk into his body, wrapped around his spine, flooding through his veins like small worms, causing a blissfully agony. The other man, dressed in white, was captivating, the pain he caused more so, the pink of Faye;s hair mirrored in his own eyes.....
....sweet smelling blonde hair, under his nose as his chin rested on her head. So sweet, so innocent, but 15 years old, and about to become the very next treasured art piece. Her lips held that cupids bow that reminded him of Corbin, the delicate tones of her skin perfect to mold...
...the smell of horse, the feel of short corse hair under his hands, powerful muscles straining as his rape caused the centaur with the blue hair to kick, wriggle, scream,...
...the heat of the Egyptian sun, glinting off his black fur, while the masses prostrated themselves before him, and a dark skinned beauty was brought forwards for his pleasures...
...a young boy, but 12 years old, dressed in a toga, brought towards him by men with laurels in their hair, the child forced to his knees, so full of fear, in front of him, his approval wanted, for this sacrifical lamb...
...a woman, so beautiful, so conflicted, so full of fear, a fear that went on forever, delicious and sustaining, power flooding his system...
...Frion, chained down and helpless, young and as yet inexperianced of the realms of debauchery. The feel of his lithe young flesh parting under tooth, claw, nail and tail. The fresh spray of blood, the sweet screams, the taste of terror... and the joy of stimulating his body so he felt pleasure with it, until the response was pavlovian, and pain BECAME pleasure...
...the feel fo flesh melting and changing under his hads, across his whole body as he sculpted himself, adding spikes, chainging skin tone, forgetting more and more what he had originally looked like...
...Bailey, laid out like a diners feast, writhgin in pleasured torment under his minstrations, his body full of new holes, oozing and seeping while the dark skinned twin spasmed in pleasure, crying for more, drawing out the beast...
...the girl. The bond. A tigerm in steamy jungles and his frozen wolf. Power rising all around him, and the WONDERFUL taste of fear on his tongue. Icy castles, leather boots, autumn jewels and winter skies. A bond so complete, there was nothing he could not do, no power he could not obtain.... ~
Ice had put his own mask over William's face, and flooded the young Hybrid with many of his memories. There were thousands within this mask, built of Ice;s own bone, and William woudl feel the sick feeling of the faun's desires all over him, whether from things done to HIM, or thing Ice had DONE to others. Rape croppe dup again and again, but always the focus was not one th act, but on the fear, the absolute craving Ice had for the terror of others, the fact that it fed him, pleased him, and every single thing he did could cause it.
Adversity drove him to new levels, finding this as compelling, knowing its true nature. and will woudl experiance it as if he WERE Ice.
The faun only exposed him for a mere 15 minutes to the mask, which held a MUCH vaster well of experiance than what Will felt and saw, but no doubt it would not be pleasant for Will as Ice plucked away the mask and the experiance came crashing in as Will would remember he was NOT the faun, and find Ice's razor tail at his throat, the faun smirking dangerously*
Fear me... William.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 2:30 pm
Will would only have a second to wonder what the hell was going on before his world exploded in pain before his entire being was subsumed into the memories, sensations, and emotions of Ice's past; jumping from memory to memory in a seemingly random order, watching helplessly though feeling as if he where perpetrating the acts themselves. Though while Will's mind was abuzz, his body was sitting in the seat slumped over like a marionette with it's strings cut.
What was 15 minutes to Ice, felt like hours,days, even years to William, but all of this seemed to rush by as Ice pulled the mask off of him; his sense of time passed going in every which way, the emotions and memories he had just been privy to running amok in his head. While the mask had been displaying every horrible act that Ice had done over the passage of time, it had also held Will in check and kept him from going insane. With it off now, Will's stressed and psyche was left trying to hold itself together under the strain of having years worth of horror given to it to process.
Hearing Ice's command and seeing the tail before him, Will;s reaction was quite predictable given what he was, he immediately went into frenzy, mind retreating from what could possibly be permanent psychological damage. Batting away the tail poised at his neck, Will would quickly leap out of his seat and up onto the dias; skittering away from Ice as fast as possible while keeping the animal pelt wrapped around himself. Will was in complete survival mode at the moment, growling and snarling at Ice while keeping as much distance between the two of them as possible; knowing that an upfront fight was not going to work.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 2:35 pm
*Ice laughed uproariously, tail arcing over his back in case Will DID make the stupid mistake to attack again.
Ice however made no move to do anything - he had promised not to physically harm Will and he was true to his word.
So he watchede the feral hybrid, snorting at what he percieved as weakness, yet at the same time amused by it. He just wished he could still enjoy popcorn - William's little freak out was fun to behold, and when the frenzy was over, and what he had seen settled in, ice had every anticipation William would feel his skin crawling for some time to come, and no amount of showers would get the feeling off.
Satisifed he had achieved what he wished to for now, Ice waved a hand and opened a portal to the mansion grounds just behind William, then blew him a kiss from across the room*
Give Iden my best. Tell him I will see him again. He owes me for Daegonna. My princess....
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 2:45 pm
Snarling in displeasure at Ice's amusement, Will edged to the opposite wall of the room, his eyes never leaving Ice; though hearing the portal open up beside him, Will risked a glance at it before quickly snapping his eyes back onto the source of his current situation. Shuddering from the kiss blown at him, William leaped through the portal the minute Ice was done with his speech; running as fast as possible from the exit point to the mansion, his final destination his room.
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