Lilith took in a breath and let it out slowly, a soft sigh sound escaping her lips. It happened every time she felt someone's thoughts brush against the inner thoughts of her own. It always felt like the soft caress of a lover begging to be let in, and as usual Lilith let it in. It was different from how she normally felt people. Every single being that passed by her sent an array of emotions, though in this place shrouded eternally by darkness those feelings did not have a large range. Hatred, revenge, plotting, sadness, insecurities. And the sex thoughts. There were millions of those. And look, there was one now. Few beings were resistant to the aura that surrounded her kind, and Lilith had a particularly potent form of it. When these emotions made themselves clear she could grasp them and amp them up, turning the heat up and making others more susceptible to her seduction. But what Lukhan allowed her to do was completely different. At first it felt like an invasion that she could not resist. It had taken her an entire month of purposefully pushing people to heightened states of emotions and understanding what it was they were feeling. So when Alistair first was touched by her allure Lilith paid close attention. An eyebrow was raised and a supercilious look made its way to her face. So the old king had a few experiences with Lust before. That was completely different from what this particular succubus had to offer. He felt her pull away from her, a self defense tactic probably developed instinctively after some traumas. That was a bit new for her. She had rarely kept what she was quiet, never fearing any sort of retribution or actions from another. When she sashayed past people and they felt her draw they willingly gave in. The touch of a succubus was often described as the best ******** thing to ever happen to a person. The pure ecstasy, the salaciousness of it all; why hold yourself back from that? Alistair was guarded, far too defensive from something that could be so enjoyable. At Alistair's comment Lilith gave a very forced laugh, making it clear just how funny she thought he was. "Oh honey, how endearing it is for you to be so concerned with what I do with my free time. You must have a lot of that now, free time, how have you been dealing with your fall from grace? No longer surrounded by your loyal dogs. Must be lonely. I would offer my time, but I do have standards. Can't be seen with yesterday's news, bad for business." Alistair may have played the game of politician, warlord, regent, and so on, but Lilith played the games of the underworld. Working the people, reading the masses and manipulating the little puppets to ensure they played their part in her little game was what the she-devil was best at. This right here, was just another chance to watch the strings unravel. "If you must know, I heard whispers in the darkness. Words that lead down a dangerous path. I had to see for myself if there was any truth to them." It was no secret that any sort of actions taken against Zacariah was high treason, which resulted in death. The way Lilith spoke made it sound as if she was here to weed out the traitors and burn them down herself.
• Extremely seductive. Like Incubi, you possess the ability to instantly seduce others as long as they're two ranks below you. It's said that this becomes possible only due to their astounding beauty, but that is only a supplement. The Succubi are indeed far more beautiful than all other races, but their seduction lies in the magical energy they are born with. This energy flows around them and into the air like cells into a vein, bewitching any they seek.
• Lilith has developed the ability to detect the emotional state of the people near her and manipulate her succubus aura to merely make people around her feel very wanting of the more pleasurable acts. They become lascivious ratchet hoes, making it easier for Lilith to seduce people. This makes it so people one rank under Lillith are instantly seduced. If the opponent thinks they will be harmed the aura is broken. If Lilith tries to kill the target they are snapped out of it as well.
• Arcane Arts: Her magic spells are quite devastating should one hit you. (+1 rank to magic)
• Ability to manifest certain aspects of the demon at will. They can extend wings, sharp fingernails, as well as horns when they please.
• Detect Magic The user can detect magic. This means when others cast spells, or emanate high amounts of energy, you can see their aura. This also means you can detect magic in an area, meaning if an area has something magical about it, you can feel it. At higher ranks, you can determine the source in an area.
• Vibration Sensory A useful skill, the user channels energy into their feet to sense vibrations on the ground. As long as their feet is on the ground, a user can sense where an enemy is if they are earth bound within 50ft for five posts. This skill becomes passive once the user is Adept Rank.
Technique
Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 7:16 pm
As words poured out of the woman's mouth, her voice began to deepen, and pretty soon the words that came out of her mouth no longer matched her lips. The voice and her lips had become completely out of sync, and as often as he tried to snap back to reality, thinking that this might be some trick Lilith was playing on him. But of course, she wasn't that powerful yet. As he tried to listen to the words that poured out of Lilith's mouth, he could not entirely make them out as words. They were, perhaps in a language that he did not full comprehend. He was about to give up when the words finally began making sense, spoken in Demonica. As experienced as Alistair was at holding a conversation, he was momentarily taken aback when he suddenly recognized the voice. *Thinking about me, aren't you?...* The voice brought a chill to his spine when he finally realized who it was.
However, once he had realized who it was, it vanished. Alistair was just in time to hear Lilith call him 'yesterday's news'. The term had actually brought a smirk to the man's face, entertaining as that was. "Is that right? My dear, if I were yesterday's news, why are you coming to me personally? Smart of you to do so, I hate lackeys. I didn't take to it too well when Zachariah sent others to follow me." Taking one additional step to close the small gap between them, Alistair opened his mouth to speak once more. "I don't need loyal lap dogs to show the people of this nation who is still the top dog. I seized power on my own. No support from anyone until I toppled those who sought to oppose me." Most had no idea what kind of energy Alistair put into vetoing almost every decision made by the previous king. The buffoon cut military spending and opened peace talks with every nation. But of course, his rule would forever be tarnished by Zachariah's take over.
"I know you're more than just a pretty face, Lilith. Please don't play games with me, I don't always take too kindly to them." If Lilith came to see if Alistair was planning some sort of coup, she would be mistaken. There wasn't a single life in this damned city that made Alistair even remotely hopeful about a coup. Maybe Lilith, but her motives were never clear. But there must have been a reason as to why Brydent called her out specifically. Was she the trouble he spoke about? "I've had my share of experiences with your kind. Even if I had any information, I don't plan on giving it up anytime soon while you strip tease in the middle of the square. Well, you can try it, don't see what harm it'll do. I even sometimes go for the overused ones too, when I go the to Red Light District."
Watching the transformation that passes over someone when they become transfixed was one of the most pleasurable acts that Lilith could experience. The way their eyes dilated and glazed over, gaining intense admiration in place of sense of self. Any tension in their body was drained out of them slowly. Their entire being relaxed and any guard they had put in place dropped away. A light sheen of sweat formed over their skin and they began to reach out for the object of their forced desire. Coherent thought washed away and in that short span of seconds they had given everything up willingly for a false love. Oh did Lilith enjoy it. She loved when their emotional high hit her mind. It was like being drugged up minus all the pills. This particular form of elevation was her very favorite. It played to the most important part of her being. So when Lilith felt that Alistair was even susceptible to her charm she latched on to that feeling. With her latent ability to amp up those emotions Lilith would super charge the primal need that the former king had felt. She definitely was not trying to seduce him via magical means, he was still more powerful than her. For now, at least. This was merely another game. Lilith walked around Alistair slowly, like a prey their predator. It was cute for him to trade insults back and forth but the time was coming for the both of them that real intentions should be shown. "Oh, Alistair, how cute. I am not here for you. Did we not already cover how you are no longer important? No, I came for someone with much more power than you. I wanted to talk with you not because I wanted to see you drooling over me, but in hope of you being useful. Please tell me I was not mistaken." Lilith was very close to Alistair at that point, having stopped circling directly in front of him. She was looking up at him with her heavy lidded eyes, a cryptic look to the gaze she gave them. "You could have slept with one thousand succubi, and even the lesser version of us; incubi. Queens could have fallen to their knees to suck you off, kings may have assumed the position and let you ravage them. You may have felt even what a Sin can do. But not once have you ever experienced what I have to offer." The mark on Lilith's thigh was burning and pulsating, urging her to push even harder on Alistair, to turn up the sexual tension until it was all either of them could think about. But she did not. Lilith resisted her Lord's bidding and stepped away from the hybrid. Each time she stepped the vixen would release her hold over Alistair, letting his emotions become natural and less forced. She needed a moment to cool down. The drawback to her ability was that Lilith herself would feel all these emotions. Making someone else want to hump the first thing near them doubled back on to her. Once her head was clear, Lilith turned back to Alistair and spoke. "I would bet my pretty little a** on the fact that having your throne ripped away from you made you less than ecstatic. And I am sure that business took a hit for a good number of upstanding citizens here in Nocturne when our new Overlord put in rules and regulations. I can imagine a few people may be upset that their raping, pillaging, and harvesting of their lessers has come to a grinding halt. Would it be fair to say that someone is gathering a merry band of misfits for the kind of devious plotting known to the people of Nocturne?" She folded her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow, slightly pursing her lips in wait of a response from the wolf.
• Extremely seductive. Like Incubi, you possess the ability to instantly seduce others as long as they're two ranks below you. It's said that this becomes possible only due to their astounding beauty, but that is only a supplement. The Succubi are indeed far more beautiful than all other races, but their seduction lies in the magical energy they are born with. This energy flows around them and into the air like cells into a vein, bewitching any they seek.
• Lilith has developed the ability to detect the emotional state of the people near her and manipulate her succubus aura to merely make people around her feel very wanting of the more pleasurable acts. They become lascivious ratchet hoes, making it easier for Lilith to seduce people. This makes it so people one rank under Lillith are instantly seduced. If the opponent thinks they will be harmed the aura is broken. If Lilith tries to kill the target they are snapped out of it as well.
• Arcane Arts: Her magic spells are quite devastating should one hit you. (+1 rank to magic)
• Ability to manifest certain aspects of the demon at will. They can extend wings, sharp fingernails, as well as horns when they please.
• Detect Magic The user can detect magic. This means when others cast spells, or emanate high amounts of energy, you can see their aura. This also means you can detect magic in an area, meaning if an area has something magical about it, you can feel it. At higher ranks, you can determine the source in an area.
• Vibration Sensory A useful skill, the user channels energy into their feet to sense vibrations on the ground. As long as their feet is on the ground, a user can sense where an enemy is if they are earth bound within 50ft for five posts. This skill becomes passive once the user is Adept Rank.
Technique
Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2015 11:40 pm
It was happening all over again. The twisted game of the servants of Lust. Ironic. Just when Alistair thought he was past the point of this game, growing too big and scary to be a player of this game, Lilith demonstrated just how wrong Alistair was. The man dealt with Succubi at his court with ease. Someone new always trying to grab at power by attempting to become Alistair's mistress. Even dealing with... her. The power of her poison far outweighed Alistair's resilience, it was only a matter of seconds before, in his attempt to solidify himself, that he lost control. Set in a state of dangerous euphoria, his eyes followed the Succubus as she circled around him. His hands urged him to allow them to plant themselves on the Succubus. Images of what he'd do to the woman with simply two of his fingers flashed though his head, and ultimately through the woman who was manipulating him.
As manipulative as she was, she couldn't lie to the man. Even in his seduced state, Alistair could see past her lies. If she sought the man with the most power in this damned nation, then all she need to do was look for Alistair. As she stopped in front of him, not a neck length from Alistair, the man pressed forward, coming truly face to face with the Vixen. As he felt her breath blow past his face, the man finally formed words through a grin that came easier to his unfamiliar facial muscles than expected. "Don't lie to yourself, Lilith. Even with all of your strength you know there isn't a soul in this nation stronger than me." It would be easy, right now, simply taking the woman right now, in the middle of the square. How easy it was to pull Lilith towards him, closing what little space there was between them. For all the creatures that may have lain with her before, the woman would never quite experience a touch like Alistair's.
Just before his desires got the best of him, the tension began to de-escalate itself as the woman turned her back to Alistair. With each step, his mind grew clearer and clearer. The desire never faded, however. Stuck there like a parasite, lying dormant. As he looked at her once more, the woman looked like she herself was going through some kind of withdrawal. Whatever she did to him, it had its drawbacks. "Do you think I care about the throne? That I care about the luxuries? The armies? The courtiers? Tch..." The Succubus, for all her powers and abilities could still not see the man's true desire. Power. When the power was forcibly relinquished from him, it set in motion actions that would inevitably lead to the Demon's end. "What is it that you want to hear, Vixen? He took something of mines and I want it back. Even if I have to roast every square inch of his body. I don't need these pathetic rebels. I need power." The thought had come to his mind. Having Lilith's assistance would prove more useful than he probably thought. The woman was the only person he saw lately even remotely worthy of asking. Yet, her loyalties were questionable. "What will you do with this information, Lilith? Will you go to him, sell the information for glory? For some snitch points with the Demon?... I could use the exercise. I already have never ending list of enemies. What. Will. You. Do?"
Lilith knew that Alistair was talking about of his a**. This tough guy exterior was all a play of power, she saw it on everyone. Those born and raised on the unfriendly streets of Nocturne knew that the only thing more potent in forcing people under you than money, was raw ******** power. Alistair Maric was once the top dog, the guy who could bark the loudest and had the most powerful bite. Now he was disgruntled employee #672. Zacariah's greatest mistake would be that he had not taken the heads off of those with any modicum of strength and solely entrusted the destruction of this plane to his demon horde. The fallen angel apparently had not done enough research whilst banished to hell. In all that time he must have forgotten that at its very heart, Nocturne was poison. The people were all vipers and snakes, none were trustworthy. Those who did deem themselves honorable were usually the ones who's entrails wound up decorating alleyways. If Lilith was one of those lackeys and actually did report to Zacariah she would bet that Alistair would be making a swift exit from this country. Luckily, for her own reasons, that was not what the succubus wanted.
"You are mistaken in thinking I aim to please anyone other than myself." Her message was terse, each word laced with sweet poison that seemed to drip from her lips. They were also true for the most part. There was one, but that particular being was not to play a part in this little game. Lilith put one hand on her hip and seemed to drink in the sight of Alistair, from top to bottom. The look she gave was the same one would give a succulent meal before devouring it, or perhaps a jeweler appraising an exquisite ruby. Returning to her sugar-sweet tones the succubus spoke again. "I said I came for another one stronger than you, for once I did not lie. Though, that is not to say you won't be useful." The blonde sauntered forth slowly and put a small hand on Alistair's arm, slender fingers gripping him softly. "A big strong wolf-man with a chip on his shoulder?" Those fingers traveled upward and towards his toned chest, like feelers reaching out to discover an unknown zone. When she looked up at him Lilith appeared to be completely innocent. In that instant the temptress was not the renown succubus, nor the underworld queen. Her fingers trailed downward to the lining of Alistair's belt, which she tugged lightly on. Angling her head slowly to the side and allowing her hair to cascade down, that poisonous look slid back in to place. "I am sure you'll come in handy, maybe in more ways than one." It was a thinly veiled proposition, that much would be obvious. There had been way too much business with very little pleasure.
After lingering there in front of the man for a moment she would disentangle herself, leaving little room between them. Proximity had never been an issue for her, and these matters were best discussed in hushed tones. There was no need for either of them to cast furtive glances in any way, they could both sense anything that existed all around them. Lilith with her magical methods of detection and Alistair with his keener senses. Hopefully those same senses were picking up on the sexual tension that was present even without the urging from Lilith. This little coup d'etat would need further planning, and right in central square was probably not the best place. Luckily for whatever group ended up assembling for this soiree Lilith happened to own the majority of the red light district. Anywhere in that seedy neighborhood would be a suitable location for their headquarters. Of course as a precaution Lilith would choose a building not directly associated with her in the event they were revealed before actually managing to take down Zacariah and his cohorts. "Like it or not, we need each other. You wouldn't last thirty seconds against Zacariah and I would last half that. We are not the only ones looking to see him fall, though. I was called here just as you, and I know where we can find more like-minded individuals. We all know what you can do, but it's been a long time since I've been the little succubus spending her time in the CAZ." That much was true. Back in those days she had been a budding necromancer who could barely swing a scythe. In these times, Lilith could level a city with her magic, overwhelm an army with her thralls and watch the world burn before her.
• Extremely seductive. Like Incubi, you possess the ability to instantly seduce others as long as they're two ranks below you. It's said that this becomes possible only due to their astounding beauty, but that is only a supplement. The Succubi are indeed far more beautiful than all other races, but their seduction lies in the magical energy they are born with. This energy flows around them and into the air like cells into a vein, bewitching any they seek.
• Lilith has developed the ability to detect the emotional state of the people near her and manipulate her succubus aura to merely make people around her feel very wanting of the more pleasurable acts. They become lascivious ratchet hoes, making it easier for Lilith to seduce people. This makes it so people one rank under Lillith are instantly seduced. If the opponent thinks they will be harmed the aura is broken. If Lilith tries to kill the target they are snapped out of it as well.
• Arcane Arts: Her magic spells are quite devastating should one hit you. (+1 rank to magic)
• Ability to manifest certain aspects of the demon at will. They can extend wings, sharp fingernails, as well as horns when they please.
• Detect Magic The user can detect magic. This means when others cast spells, or emanate high amounts of energy, you can see their aura. This also means you can detect magic in an area, meaning if an area has something magical about it, you can feel it. At higher ranks, you can determine the source in an area.
• Vibration Sensory A useful skill, the user channels energy into their feet to sense vibrations on the ground. As long as their feet is on the ground, a user can sense where an enemy is if they are earth bound within 50ft for five posts. This skill becomes passive once the user is Adept Rank.
Technique
Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2015 6:17 pm
Alistair had come to trust very little when it came to others. Though Lilith... every word she spoke felt like it was laced with sweet poison. Sweet and tender her voice had been this entire time, and yet her intention would be seen moments later, when her poison finally kicked in. Her words, on any other man would inflict untold amounts of damage. Her strength alone had been enough to momentarily tempt Alistair himself... and yet, he stood before her, resistant to her poisonous words. Once again, she admitted to only seeking to pleasure herself, something that Alistair found amusing. The entire spectacle... what had it all been for? Lilith played her game well, and she was thoroughly convincing.
Though from the moment she scanned Alistair, his body became still. Uncaring. Uninterested. Her initial touch would sense it from the man, only becoming clearer as she wrapped herself around his figure, allowing her hand to explore until they found a way to his belt. The woman, for a brief moment, would feel Alistair's hand upon her own. The moment, however brief it had been, would send chills down the Succubi's spine. The cold sensation followed immediately by a nearly intolerable heat would numb for nerves, for only a split second. "I know when I'm being lied to. To everyone else, you will be exactly as you are now. But with me... remember this feeling. Of losing yourself. One day, you will come for it. On that day, you will escape that facade of yours. On that day, you will seek nothing else other than what I can give you. Because at the end of the day, all of Nocturne exists at my pleasure." As she untangled herself from Alistair, the hybrid readjusted himself.
Truthfully, their talk in the square was not the smartest move. Together, the two had immense power, and yet, they wouldn't last with Zachariah. Not yet. Lilith was right in the fact that he needed her, there wasn't another person in Nocturne with strength like hers and vice versa. "It's been a long time, indeed. But speaking as freely as you are now... it's dangerous. The last thing we need is to be spotted together right now, not that someone probably hasn't gonna running off to Zachariah already." The possibility was great, though perhaps it was time for Lilith to stop playing her games with Zachariah, as the games would only increase in hazard. "I will be at the Combat Assessment Zone later. Zachariah's forces no longer train there. What soldiers that are left are now loyal to our cause."
Bloodshed was clear, roaming freely down the streets a tower that only lessens in stature. From the shadows he lurked. Twas nothing to intercept his deeds today. Rolling breaths, the heat flares, a coo of sigh. Heart gently pumping to melodious beats within the streets. Partial parted tulips, with the head swaying fro east to west. Curious to that sound, it holds rhythm. Confident and gentle, with virulent taps. Alluring all on its own, something he finds entertainment in other than the thrill of performing surgery on another's face by means of punching. Bloody pulps were warm, yet this simmers. Sizzling through the blood, out from his jacket is a contained sensation. Average is the appeal, with a briskful gaze; one may assume held forms of enchantment. These wet streets he flatly platted against with exposed feet, they were rigid, undone, tedious. Pesky was not the word for such an unkempt nation, avoiding the trash with a dance was easy. Alas, why such a mess was about in the first place? Moist lands, this was a dewy setting meant for the precious grass of the prairies over yonder. Beauty everlasting, nostalgia strikes the unprepared with fine lines of lovely white.
Glances, watching adults look on heedfully, whilst children gaze with an ebullient ambiance. Friendly natures were always welcoming, alas this is no town for such kindness to be gestured about so freely. Dark and malevolent, always they scavenge and sprawl their darkness upon streets. Shadows everywhere, he knows just by the constant swings and swirls of cloths that pass him by. Carriages break through, splashes here and beyond. Scowls surface, hiss of a pissed off feline. Wet, looking nearly decrepit. Fluorescent eyes peer into the creature's soul. Scrutiny at its finest, crouching down beside it, hand wavering with the.. Force. Winds burst about, what seems horrid is nice. Fluffed once more, churned the wetness of the floors just under. Afraid of the unknown. Fear, harmless. Toxic, not always. Benevolence was shared with this small creation nature had to give to this realm of existence. Peace lifts, looking around itself just to mewl. Rapid vibrations are off the charts, whilst a form curves and rubs up against robust hands. Gentle like the last feather to be molted, hands carefully stroke through the creatures fur. A shade of the night around, starry fur as elegant as the nights sky. Enchanting, easing, relaxing.
Scratches pave way, just a skirt rising to tenacious embezzlement for embarrassing malevolence immediately then. Whine alerts the being of origins unknown. Questionable glare, staring forth to track the fast rusher. One poor feline harmed with nothing but the works of an abrupt idiotic individual. Growls surface, but not from the feline companion. Prominent cuspids elongate, baring true to his blood. Marks about radiate faintly, before turning back to normal. The intensity in headlights he sported grew far and then some. Lowered, the veils begin. Narrowed into the seeking of a liars den, an arm lifts, an arm waves. Cycling within the c**k back was his wrists. Flexibility was enabled for the stiffness that was retribution. Elemental moon channels, wind is the harvest for tonight; with the forceful eruption that is a palm strikes, unleashed a distant air strike. Wicked lashes, for whips cracked along the bone that is the spine. Rippled force that channeled its patterns North and South. Crackling apart, insides are seemingly imploded. Torn to rupture, a soul left unraptured in this pitiful scene they know as sanctity. Force annihilates all, this was just the beginning as a slumbering kitten is left to be taken by arms.
Disembodied from internally to externally, it is invisible. The damage shone irregularly through twisted lips, a carcass with bulging sets. Horror was upon it. A face that was neatly ripped through in and throughout, whilst blood crimson mixed with rain floods from the mouth. Memories, but a past of never ending horrendous attitudes. Held under the arm, watching, wondering the conditions are fine. To be absolute was a wish he wished expeditiously. Exasperation wafts from the full lips, exhaling force unto its form like a bathing session. Poured about it, he shuts his eyes. He lingers to sit just at the street's side. Hoping for something spectacular. Veils close, with that he enters. Even as coins depart and spread, doubloons about the land with scavengers rushing to scoop. The person captured even as a extravagant corpse. Pitiful even as lights go out. Heaven sheds its tears for the fallen. Splendid. Echos deep within, progression to the mind space. He finds and seeks refuge into the mentality of another, within the dreams and unconscious mind. The feline standing just at the edge of what would be the outbacks. A dreamscape that he can wield on a enlightened whim. Pop, it snaps.
Bright lights to black nights, this was the extent of splendiferous abilities. Crossed legs where the unconscious feline sought for its bed, and his posture upright. Watching whilst he experimented with day and night, the cat tossed and turned with something inside. Off and eccentric behavior, a nightmare molding. Shadows surround them, yet he does not yield. Madness the magnet keeps attracting him, forceful they rush and quick they are to attack. Right arise, curving and turning to face palms up. The poof occurs and in it forms a pillow. Royal and lush, the kitten placed atop of it suddenly. Arise he does in a casual levitation. Awoken beyond peace, his peace has been disturbed. Something haunts this feline, he plans to discover what. Patience, time does not exist. They cycle in, first rushing for the initial crushing. Rotation, a powerful strike delivered to the face; duck and maneuver with simple weaving gestures. Simultaneously he unleashes his own onslaught of assaults back in the form of gentle taps. Lovely touch, alas love does not exist. Sweeping formed with a leg that followed and bellowed havoc. Explosive to the hoard of shadow beings, he looms to the end. God in dreams.
Sucked aback, eyes open with the glowing radiance lessening to norm. The feline missing, bringing him to search calmly about. Nestled and nuzzling into the nape of his neck he feels satin fur rub up against, gentle frame extending to clutch the trapezoid. They stand together, new allies and friends. Venturing off to the deep ends of what this city engages. Memories had been witnessed within the mindscape. Horrid and nice, not questioning whether it was truly the color. Streets he leads off into, gazing at hieroglyphic like signs for a direction. Crime surrounded this place, action never sleeps once.
ʟᴏʀᴇ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ: [2] | Scavengers Dream [Completed]
[Log 1] | Dragon Dance B | Psychic Grapple B | Forceful Body B | Psychic Smash A | Retaliate A
[Log 2] Gentle Strike B | Havoc Palm B | Force Annihilate A | Sultan A | Awakening A
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2015 11:45 pm
Oh look, another scuffle. Nocturne was not called the world's darkest ******** pit of evil and despair for no reason. Here in these battle hardened streets fresh blood always flowed. The weak were fodder for the strong and death was nothing new here. Hell, Lilith herself had partaken in adding to the rising toll of inexistence. Her moniker had not come from her habit of nurturing those too feeble to defend themselves. So when yet another death battle ensued right in front of her and a dead body wound up at her feet, getting some bits of gore on her boots, Lilith was less than happy. The being who had been decimated by some person passing by reached for her, whispering a guttural cry for help. With disgust, the succubus spoke in demonica. "Vakk antha, you sorry son of a b***h." Lifting her leg, Lilith slammed the heel of her boot down straight on to his skull, effectively ending his life. Annoyed at the sudden disturbance to her wardrobe she cast her gaze out to the people around her. Soldiers in the military saluted or straight up bowed, while others nodded their heads deeply. This succubus was well known, especially in Luimira. Not only was she a captain, a member of the royal guard, but she owned the majority of the Red Light District. It was there she carved her name on the city. Debauchery and true sin happened there throughout all hours of the eternal night. Lilith was a powerful sorceress, a wildly tempting succubus, a cunning business woman and a conduit for pleasure and pain. The head b***h in charge was displeased, and someone would have to pay. "There had better be a ******** grand reason for this. Ten seconds for a proper explanation, before I carve a hole in Nocturne's population." And she would do it. Those who knew of her temper were quick to flee the scene. The ones who stayed did so at a distance, interested in watching what the Queen of Pain would do.
• Extremely seductive. Like Incubi, you possess the ability to instantly seduce others as long as they're two ranks below you. It's said that this becomes possible only due to their astounding beauty, but that is only a supplement. The Succubi are indeed far more beautiful than all other races, but their seduction lies in the magical energy they are born with. This energy flows around them and into the air like cells into a vein, bewitching any they seek.
• Lilith has developed the ability to detect the emotional state of the people near her and manipulate her succubus aura to merely make people around her feel very wanting of the more pleasurable acts. They become lascivious ratchet hoes, making it easier for Lilith to seduce people. This makes it so people one rank under Lillith are instantly seduced. If the opponent thinks they will be harmed the aura is broken. If Lilith tries to kill the target they are snapped out of it as well.
• Arcane Arts: Her magic spells are quite devastating should one hit you. (+1 rank to magic)
• Ability to manifest certain aspects of the demon at will. They can extend wings, sharp fingernails, as well as horns when they please.
• Detect Magic The user can detect magic. This means when others cast spells, or emanate high amounts of energy, you can see their aura. This also means you can detect magic in an area, meaning if an area has something magical about it, you can feel it. At higher ranks, you can determine the source in an area.
• Vibration Sensory A useful skill, the user channels energy into their feet to sense vibrations on the ground. As long as their feet is on the ground, a user can sense where an enemy is if they are earth bound within 50ft for five posts. This skill becomes passive once the user is Adept Rank.
Cruelty at its finest. He sees a man undone, bright segments of reality comes crashing down through that thick skull of his. Anguish in the breaking of a soften skull. Such structures had already been forced into shambles, scattering all the more as a boot mushes away. Majority halt, he still proceeds. Looming about with cerulean fluorescence beaming from under the darkness. His hood shrouding, hiding away the facade underneath it. Language cycles within his head, basics were all he knew. Pondering exactly what was said, he only assumes order was being established meticulously. All motioned in an orderly fashion, salutations to the pinnacle before them. Respects to the exclaiming voice that radiates underneath them. Messes made, even more thereafter. Feet plat against the wet surface, bringing him to gaze down at towering heights. Analyzing the corpse, his left hand extends out towards the stature. Clutched, lifted, dragged off with all that was left. Unkempt like usual. Not wishing to be in a grotesque environment, he chooses to send the scraps to the rats. Flung with no show of effort, he sends the corpse off into a dumpster. Squeaks gather, feeding time begins, and now the city has less stank.
Sounds of fidgeting within his jacket arrives. Mewling, a hungry ally is a in need ally. Underneath his hood eyes peer into those around them. Two sets, with black rifts set themselves onto the succubus. Similar to its new master, it bore a trait of blue. Observing her curiously, despite her anger. He turns to see her for himself, merely waltzing by in order to scrutinize competition around. Men that showed some capabilities, yet they were all lower ranked. No mystery to this mystical spectacle. Ghosts, the all. Eccentric actions for his foreign behavior was a mere example of what he truly was. Lowering into a crouch, hood still draped over his face; eyes captured sight of the mess against her boot's forefront. Right hand lifts to turn, curving, and overwhelming the single sector. Magic it was, crimson cleared away. Exasperation on his breath, the land dull with criminals. Boredom kicks start a new record, one that plays on repeat until he may find a way beyond these dark walls. Unable to comprehend whatever she was truly saying to the fullest, he simply leaves it at that and works his way just behind her to observe the signs. In silence.
He knew not of much of this place. The abnormal actions hardly bothered him.
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[Log 1] | Dragon Dance B | Psychic Grapple B | Forceful Body B | Psychic Smash A | Retaliate A
[Log 2] Gentle Strike B | Havoc Palm B | Force Annihilate A | Sultan A | Awakening A
Did that guy just clean off her boot? The swell of energy that spurted from him was minute enough that it did not paint this man in any light. Based off of the energy he exerted this man was no mage. Lilith watched with a look of annoyance, why did he think he could touch her? She watched with suspicious eyes as Ruah dragged the carcass of the man she just dispatched and tossed him with brute strength in to a nearby dumpster. It clanged against the wall and the lid closed after it. People were watching with interest as to what would happen. The succubus kept looking at him with a peaked interest. "Hey asshat, are you deaf?" She called out to the djinn, looking back at him from over her shoulder. There would be no time for answering before someone took a step forward to speak. Before words could even leave their mouth she pointed at them. An instant spray of blood followed forth, merely a glimpse of steel flying across the distance between the two. Gurgling was all that came from his mouth before another body fell to the floor. At his feet lay a whip of razors, each connected via an energy that glowed hot pink. Metal scraped against stone as the succubus recoiled this whip. It sank in directly in to her wrist until it disappeared completely. Nearby vampires stepped forth from the crowd, looking to Lilith with a questioning glance. What they received back was a coquettish smile, orbs of black shimmering with salacious intent. She beckoned with that same finger that heralded the end of yet another. Instantly entranced by the she-devil the blood suckers stalked forth, eyes latched on to what appeared to be the most beautiful creature before them. Lilith raised her head a little and smiled darkly. All around her would feel the draw, the want, the need. No one in this area was stronger than she, all would be susceptible. They fell before her, knees becoming soiled in the blood she had spilled just then. Without taking their eyes off of her they bent low and sunk their teeth in to the dead. For a moment it seemed it would end, but Lilith was not done. "It's only by my will that you feed now, and by my will you will die." The seduction aura suddenly dispersed for the vampires. Fear flashed where love was a moment ago. A slender hand rose, and fingers snapped against one another. A fire bright enough to illuminate the surrounding area sparked in to existence; the vampires its kindling. Their screams pierced the night like daggers, and Lilith drank it in. She closed her eyes and slightly rolled her head, feeling their pain through their minds. Rational thoughts fled their minds as they begged for mercy, now knowing only the smell of their own flesh burning away. The dancing flames painted her shadow on the fountain. It appeared in her shape, save for the horns, tail, and wings. The citizens of Nocturne looked at it in awe, still absorbed in their self-professed mistress. Growing tired of the dumbfounded stares, Lilith ended it. When the half-lidded glazes left their eyes and senses were regained, most fled. In the end there were only three, Lilith, the cat, and Ruah.
• Extremely seductive. Like Incubi, you possess the ability to instantly seduce others as long as they're two ranks below you. It's said that this becomes possible only due to their astounding beauty, but that is only a supplement. The Succubi are indeed far more beautiful than all other races, but their seduction lies in the magical energy they are born with. This energy flows around them and into the air like cells into a vein, bewitching any they seek.
• Lilith has developed the ability to detect the emotional state of the people near her and manipulate her succubus aura to merely make people around her feel very wanting of the more pleasurable acts. They become lascivious ratchet hoes, making it easier for Lilith to seduce people. This makes it so people one rank under Lillith are instantly seduced. If the opponent thinks they will be harmed the aura is broken. If Lilith tries to kill the target they are snapped out of it as well.
• Arcane Arts: Her magic spells are quite devastating should one hit you. (+1 rank to magic)
• Ability to manifest certain aspects of the demon at will. They can extend wings, sharp fingernails, as well as horns when they please.
• Detect Magic The user can detect magic. This means when others cast spells, or emanate high amounts of energy, you can see their aura. This also means you can detect magic in an area, meaning if an area has something magical about it, you can feel it. At higher ranks, you can determine the source in an area.
• Vibration Sensory A useful skill, the user channels energy into their feet to sense vibrations on the ground. As long as their feet is on the ground, a user can sense where an enemy is if they are earth bound within 50ft for five posts. This skill becomes passive once the user is Adept Rank.
Minds pay dearly to themselves. Not once do they gander into pendulums that constantly click. Silent as the storm he brew, brontide, echos, lightning arise within his eyes. Outstretch eyes begin, alert and calm all in the same. Wondrous gaze casts off to the edge, knowing she is watching his back. Quickest to pick up, he gathers the crops of her language, he learns partially. Those dreaded offensive words. Never something he might spew forth from his lips. Relics stood, not by ancient nature, but by legendary figure. She stands short, but taller than any tower within this dreary city. Closing eyes, he could hear the night air; an atmosphere so vivid and anguishing. Hisses, purrs, all acquired a taste for silence. Coolness at the feet, energy is sensed. Dark and malevolent, cursed blood. Lashing winds, the air is torn asunder whilst she breaks through the malevolent innocent. Broken into nothingness, he wonders just what purpose do they all serve. Possibly filled with pessimistic views, there is no hope in a land where the big brother watches silently. Behold, power stood robust; arrogance wafted in her magical aroma. Prudent civilians, gazing in their horrid curiosity that could not kill his cat.
Power radiates, crimson delights for the children's sweet tooth. Twas no difference, dine in, rush out. Matters confusing, expeditiously they hurried. Scavengers on the serene scene they witnessed gradually. Something far off strange, turned to drink in the form of radiance that lingered upon a weapon drawn back. Hot pink, the power he felt was nearer and closer than expected. Standing still, exactly what she performed next was nothing short of power uncontrolled. Seizing lives just after demonica tunes sprouted from her lips. Flames radiate, scattering about with an overbearing light. Cries neared levels of banshee's, perhaps a perish melody. For black birds of hell did scorch, burning away so painfully. Despair, depression, and like that, they abscond into the unknown. Fleeing into the shadows, the rotation happens. He turns, facing her where the nightly breeze dances through the black strands underneath his hood. Feline clinging ever so closely, slowly sinking into his neck with claws to clutch a careful hold. Steps slide forth, slowly lifting until the sounds of plat muted entirely. Breaths hushed, not once baring an over tone of heat or panic. There was no fear, no overwhelming, no panic, only a sudden interest in what was before him.
Building closer, a figure looms quietly. Gaze questionable, and hand extends towards her. Pass it goes, planting up against the buildings viewing square. Crack it begins, and scatter to shambles it followed. Alas, it stays in suspension, only descending to the cold dead floors below moments after. Reaching within, it searches the closest cold confines. Sustenance of some sort required and acquired, both for he and this little one. Truly all there is left were the trio. Shade slinks from the depths of his attire, down his arm and to the ground just at the feet. Soft chirping mews ensued. Caps snatched off and tops laid to pour the porcelain drops within for the feline. The left pours, yet the right holds. In it a cherry fruit juice. Brought to and fro, he suspends it to push the gradual delivery to the presence with them. At the side it lands, on its ledge where she may choose to take it. Never did looks pass back, only gazing forth to the condition of his companion. Crouched he was, capturing the fluff of its back with a gentle swab and stroke. A voice soon radiates, its tone deep, bass low, yet vibrant. .
'' Slow down, little one. There is no rush. ''
Elvish is his tongue, for it is the most common. Gentle, and spiritually arousing.
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[Log 1] | Dragon Dance B | Psychic Grapple B | Forceful Body B | Psychic Smash A | Retaliate A
[Log 2] Gentle Strike B | Havoc Palm B | Force Annihilate A | Sultan A | Awakening A
Chi Sense Rank: D Description: This is required for all Dim Mak techniques. It allows the user to see the flow of chi within any surrounding enemies in an area, making hiding from them quite useless as they pop up in their vision just as easily as infrared. This vision will last for five posts at a time, and requires a cool down of one post after usage. Once Stage 4 is learned, the negative effects of this technique disappear and becomes a passive ability of the user.
ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs:
a faint smile
Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 2:22 pm
Lilith's anger quickly subsided in an sudden interest for the man before her. He had to have known that the state of the world meant that strangers in Nocturne were food for those who came from here. The moment the elvish tongue slipped from his mouth the succubus had a clear picture of what was happening. He was an outsider. Speaking that lyrical language so that Ruah would understand, the she-devil turned to him. "So you are not deaf, just dumb. Coming in to the most hostile land for some visit and you barely understand our language? Haven't you heard the news? Nocturne isn't very welcoming to strangers." She gazed down at the juice before her and almost scoffed. These days only something alcoholic made it past her lips. To make what she said clear slender fingers reached out as if to grasp the cup, only to knock it down to the ground. Unflinching at the sound of that glass shattering, nor the harsh smell of flesh burning, Lilith stared at him. Ruah was not exactly attractive to her. In truth there were so few people that Lilith even looked at to be near her level. As a succubus she had been gifted with an extreme beauty. Others of her kind had similar features but never looked alike. Often they had bustier forms, choosing to throw their outwardly appearance directly at others. Lilith had made different choices, appearing more lender and leggy. It suited her the most. A look of innocence drew in just as much if not more than the licentious approach. People often underestimated her and gave in to her desires with little resistance. Even if they ever did strain to keep their heads afloat around her, Lilith could always apply her power. Lukhan had given her so many gifts, beginning with her existence. His mark upon her merely increased that orgiastic power inside of her. It was only when her anger surpassed the ever present want to touch and be touched that Lilith looked potent. A deadly gleam to her eyes, the radiant energy around her suffocating others. Luckily, for anyone left in the square, the need for pain had subsided. Her mood entered a neutral area, waiting to be tipped in either direction once her interactions with the djinn actually happened.
• Extremely seductive. Like Incubi, you possess the ability to instantly seduce others as long as they're two ranks below you. It's said that this becomes possible only due to their astounding beauty, but that is only a supplement. The Succubi are indeed far more beautiful than all other races, but their seduction lies in the magical energy they are born with. This energy flows around them and into the air like cells into a vein, bewitching any they seek.
• Lilith has developed the ability to detect the emotional state of the people near her and manipulate her succubus aura to merely make people around her feel very wanting of the more pleasurable acts. They become lascivious ratchet hoes, making it easier for Lilith to seduce people. This makes it so people one rank under Lillith are instantly seduced. If the opponent thinks they will be harmed the aura is broken. If Lilith tries to kill the target they are snapped out of it as well.
• Arcane Arts: Her magic spells are quite devastating should one hit you. (+1 rank to magic)
• Ability to manifest certain aspects of the demon at will. They can extend wings, sharp fingernails, as well as horns when they please.
• Detect Magic The user can detect magic. This means when others cast spells, or emanate high amounts of energy, you can see their aura. This also means you can detect magic in an area, meaning if an area has something magical about it, you can feel it. At higher ranks, you can determine the source in an area.
• Vibration Sensory A useful skill, the user channels energy into their feet to sense vibrations on the ground. As long as their feet is on the ground, a user can sense where an enemy is if they are earth bound within 50ft for five posts. This skill becomes passive once the user is Adept Rank.
Ignorance is bliss. For the strongest to wield it are those with common sense, portrayed in the worst of ways, benevolence gets you solid..
Piss poor, situations turned from love to gore. Destruction is an interesting sight to veer one's eyes. Catastrophe at its finest, he exhales slowly to exhaust his own well being of irritant feelings. Nature worked wonders, for he was an uprising work of it. Fingers scaled the cat's walk, grazing through soft fur and trailing back. Hairs dance, but there is no wind. Arising strands like a divine dance sway here and fro. Slowly his head works its way East to witness those enchanted and yet dumbfounded. Wests he returns, hearing that cartridge clicker clatter against the ground. A wasted form of sustenance, a painful disagreement she had just made. One that he understood definitely. Leaning forth, left with no words worth speaking. He held no interest in speaking, a connection was not made, but buttons lightly pressed. News, something he was beyond captivating within his own homeland. Torturous world this was on the outbacks, conniving, and deceptive to the very T. Grounded, he does not budge. Watching after the small feline during its dining on a milky delicacy. Neon paves way through the dark, looking off to the corners; elvish was her newest tongue, something interesting and not so plentiful.
''Wishes are within everyone. However, mine were violated unsurprisingly. I am not a welcoming manifestation unlike the latter. A wise man's tools are analogies and puzzles, if nothing is necessary, then it should not be pushed. Imminent ends splice, through silence alone. Dogs are always cast aside, away from riches.''
Lyrical, philosophical, to devilish and smooth. From one a meticulous elf to a cryptic devil does he ignites. Given the circumstances, he curves; grinning in place at supple curiosities. A voice that radiates, and generates a soothing aura about itself. Despite the intensity behind the words. One puzzle for the highness to comprehend, whether it is captured or not was none of his responsibility. Sudden shift, he stands erect. Casting his views up with strands shrouding his face, hood pulled back to reveal the trailing tresses. Lunar lights were nice, about the only thing tonight. Up claws paw, traveling and scaling with no remorse. Anguish was never something he had truly felt. The bothersome nature of it was more mysterious than the origins he carried. Spared a cup of interest, a benefit of the doubt. Barely does she holds his attention during his sight seeing within the merchant's shop. Glancing was all he necessarily needed, an average woman on the scale, with hidden attributes from what he could tell. Power was there, but how much to keep this conversation exactly going? He swivels a sliver, resting up against the hollowed surface he had born through prior. Surface restored magically empowered.
Arms crossed over, where his face remained shaded throughout the entire encounter. The worst always squeals first, for now he saw it all was just another facade for a farmland that was not his. Snobbish, cherishing, malevolence, he could name it all within; yet he did not. Patience was virtue, sporadically he is bound to gain something of the sort.
''Admirable, yet basic. ''
Thoughts steadied a pace. Winds follow with each step, benevolence or merciful, quite an exquisite personality that led to his own deep grimace. He moves forth, into the unknown of this city to who knows where..
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[Log 1] | Dragon Dance B | Psychic Grapple B | Forceful Body B | Psychic Smash A | Retaliate A
[Log 2] Gentle Strike B | Havoc Palm B | Force Annihilate A | Sultan A | Awakening A
[Log 3.3] Dim Mak: Stage Five & Muy Thai: Stage One
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Chi Sense Rank: D Description: This is required for all Dim Mak techniques. It allows the user to see the flow of chi within any surrounding enemies in an area, making hiding from them quite useless as they pop up in their vision just as easily as infrared. This vision will last for five posts at a time, and requires a cool down of one post after usage. Once Stage 4 is learned, the negative effects of this technique disappear and becomes a passive ability of the user.
ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs:
a faint smile
Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 8:03 am
Lothdoliel Galaendeth Succubus age 24 | Rank C : Adept | Assassin/ Corporate Assassin (subclass pending) | Water
Location: out near some shopping areas not too deep in yet with Nym
seemed the last business deal went well but not quite well enough. she'd have to step it up even further than this. Of course, she'd need some cash to do much beyond con a few people... or maybe she could go for a legit business. In anycase this was probably the place to do it.
She'd wave someone down, and then another just asking for directions and getting herself a nice little look at them. It was amazing how quickly one could get a few names out here. But even more impressive was the great lengths they seemed to make to distance themselves from one another. Made sense considering all the back stabbing. She was off to find herself what could possibly be a patron.. the kind with pants on..
Hopefully Nym would remember to get her share of the profits and the letter with it left at that oddly nonspecific place she was supposed to go to
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Current funds: 4000
She is basically a corporate assassin, smuggler, merchant, and prostitute. Shes a bit of a sociopath but isn't particularly unfriendly. She is wearing a dress, fishnets, and heels with a parasol.. She was aiming for cute and stylish actually but the fashion in Nocturne is a bit more "to the point". She keeps throwing knives hidden in the parasol and dress and beneath the accessories. She is very good at shifting these things around don't expect to find them easily if you aren't prepared to search her thoroughly. She also has a purse but most of the items within are for play, protection, and upkeep. There is a lockpicking kit and more knives however.
20x throwing knives energy 1350 / 1350
She's wearing a rather fragrant and expensive perfume made from strong aphrodisiacs. They may or may not affect anyone much but its purpose alongside her apparel and behavior if it gets too far is to suggest she's out looking for a wallet on legs with no strings attached. She isn't secretive about this nor is she particularly interested in whether or not you wear a ring unless you want to give it to her.
Current official quest: none Current random character quest: do some networking and find some jobs to do, preferably something a little more substantial than another playdate. She needs to build both reputation and work on her skills as well
Strength: Succubus(+6) + Ninja(+1) = 7 Speed: Succubus(+6 [+2 if Flying]) + Ninja(+2) = 8 [+2 if Flying]
Energy Color: rustic brown/bronze Energy Meter: 900x succubus bonus (1.5x base energy) = 1350
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Lux Noctoro. I remember it so clearly from the first time I ever stepped into the city of night. It was almost as tonight was, and I remember smelling it then too. I'm from a small community in Gloria, you see. A merged pair of pure vampire bloodlines led to my conception and eventual birth. Genetically, I was a perfect little girl. A good little vampire princess noble with claim to lands under Alistair's rule, and a dozen or so people running around our little slice of heaven. As my father's only child borne to a mother who was sure to never give birth to another due to complications during my birth... I was expected to take up the reigns in his stead one day. Not only would I become an aristocrat at the head of two families but I would have to serve in the military. At a young age, this perfect daughter had to learn harsh lessons usually saved for the frontlines. Pain and death are harsh realities. As a young woman I pounced a serving wench in a fit of hungry. By the time my parents came into the room her screams were silent, and the rubies set in my skill had returned from their dialated state. I was 4 years old when I took my first life. For a while, we didn't have servants because of that. Three years my parents kept me hidden, teaching me alone in the mansion. Math, Common Tongue, Demonica, Meritian as my choice because it was pretty, basic swordplay and magic to find my aptitudes out, and most importantly how to control my bloodlust. I was seven when I learned the horrors of my birth.
I was supposed to have a twin. I took everything from him, nutrients, energy, life. I was born premature simply because of the corpse beside me. Imagine the look on my face as my father told me thats what happened. That I was the reason I didn't have a brother. Can you? My childlike mind didn't understand the message. My formal reasoning knows not the reason why he chose then to tell me. All I know is that from then on I was wary of what my fangs sunk into. I approached things with thought, delicately as he would call it, like a calm sea washing against the shores before a storm came in. I suppose if I want to believe that he was that callous, this was what he intended to get from me but I grew to resent him ever so slightly after that. This story ties to my current predicament, as I held an empty liquor bottle. Oh yes and someone's head in the same hand. Blood spattered across my socks, laced up in black heels. It stained my shirt and skirt as well, even the golden locks of my hair were matted with his life essence. It lingered on my lips, his corpse, headless, was all but empty and strewn across the floor. He was an incubus. Poor fella didn't actually stand a chance. And he never knew that even as he seduced me a stronger desire existed within me. A nibble on his lip, alluring to him, led to his downfall. The smell hit me, sweet salty bitter, I don't really know how to describe it. Like color to the blind. Intoxication is an understatement. He pulled me outside the club and into an allyway. He didn't mind me putting him on the wall, he didn't mind that I still had the bottle, he didn't mind the teeth playing at his neck. He didn't know better, even as veins came forth in my eyes. He was so sexy. The pounding veins in his body, from his brian to his d**k were all but visible like red lines. A highway of my greatest sin. I sank fangs deep suddenly, but to draw slowly, but to kill. I bit clean and tore out his throat. And did it again, holding him up by his head then. He didn't get to scream. It was over too fast. And all the blood that was spraying seemed to flow right towards my mouth. Now I had a mess on my hands, one I had to clean or distance from before authorities showed up. Adriel running the show was good, and bad. Good because civil unrest was starting and he'd be knocking an archaic system off. Bad because they were beginning to crack down.
My dad taught me responsibility. I was a perfect specimen genetically. I had his genes and my moms. Strong and smart. At 14 I was handed a sword, a large one actually and told it was going to be my best friend for the forseeable future. Bottles were lined up on a low wall, and I was to slice cleanly through them all without knocking a single one even an inch over. This kind of precision did not come fast. Hours I practiced. My strength increased, my agility with the thing overall increased. I had a breakthrough almost a month later and finally did it. I got a golf clap and a knew challenge, a ball and chain. Fast results. Another weapon. Results. Results results results. I turned 18, the perfect little princess. I enlisted, as was expected of me. I became a soldier, a damn good soldier. I fought frontline against Yuran because Zachariah made us all do it. I skipped my way up to a lieutenant before I finally got my freedom when Alistair and his friends killed a god. The second one to die. By then I was a well known Vanguard, a knight of the highest caliber. Danger incarnate. But no one knew I had the never ending thirst. I don't really know why. I don't know how. But I do know that this body beside me was one of many. I think that there are people turning me into a rumor, like a scary story. Headless bodies. Gut strewn pastes left behind after the guy gave me what I needed. But to be honest, I think I am just enjoying freedom. I can actually do what I please now that I don't live with my father. I think it's time I made a change of scenery. I think I am going to see the world, perhaps make my mark somewhere. People kill gods. How hard could it be to make a name for myself.
