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 Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 1:11 pm
She licked his nose and smirked. "You would, would you? Spread the realm while I am it's epicenter? Fullfill my...desires?" She looked him over as if she were pleased with what she saw. She laughed low and drew close, sliding her body against his and leaving streaks of blood as she pressed against him sensually. "You would give me young? Strong young who would spread our work? They would be haunted, you know? The dark god's gift is not a light burden..." She drew up on his other side, her lips at his ear. "Do you really think you could handle this, would-be lover?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 1:19 pm
"Yessss, this realm is far to delightful to keep locked away. This realm...amongst other things," he eyed her while perverse thoughts played in his mind. " I will gladly spread. Our young will be strong for their sire his justly so. Being haunted matters not to me. No one is free from such things except when they are within the womb growing. Once they enter this world they are no longer spared from such a fate. We all have our demons that torment us. They will learn to bare the burden."
A chuckle left his form at her last question. "I may look frail but I assure you, I am a force to be reckoned with. I can handle anything you wish to dish out."
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Patron Saint Of Farewells Crew
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 1:46 pm
"Oh? Then in that case, prove it." She nipped his ear and pulled back. "Show me." With a quake and the screech of metal against metal, platforms rose from the firey chasm below to make a jagged path of metal grating that lead away into the depths from the back of the pool. The creatures' cages ascended, returning them to their torturous suspension high above. With a smirk and a look, Silent Memory began on the path away from the pool.
The winding path of grates and catwalks took them between other cages and down through the chasm to what seemed to be "Nowhere" until metal gates finally appeared before them. Behind the gates lay a stone room lit by flame sconces and cadelabra. A great brazier stood in the center with a suspended grating over it. The thing actually had straps, as if a body could be, and probably had been, strapped to it so the individual could be cooked to a crisp by the fire below.
To one side lay a large open stone dias. Like a small stage or a very large altar. Probably the latter considering the smudge of old blood accross it. It was onto this that Silent Memory hopped onto and lay accross. On the columns to either side of the dais lay broken chains. Behind, on the stone wall were several more, seeming to go together with the ones on the pillars, as if they had all held one being.
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