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 Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 11:07 pm
Leez0rz [[ This is FAR from the anthro!Lee, because she would be a blushing idiot with Red. <3. Blegh. I didn't know what to 'white out' so, please take caution when reading. D: This is for the angst part of the RP contest. I would of had Red eat Lee.. but that's a bit gruesome, ne? XD ]] A woman smirked as she posed in front of a mirror, looking over her body with a critical eye. Her eyes sparkled a brilliant green, shining like a well shined emerald. She was wearing a bra like top that shimmered with the hues of green and blue, the bright colors complimenting each other as they appeared as a sea green. Her short-like bottoms matched well with her top, forming her butt into an apple bottom shape. From the shorts, flared out peacock feathers. She slipped on some dark blue fishnets and added a gold chain belt around her slim waist. The woman grinned into the mirror, revealing her pearly white teeth behind her ruby red lips. ‘Perfect.’ She mused to herself.
Her name? She was often known as Lee. She was always in and out of relationships. She flicked her midnight blue hair behind her back that cascaded down her back in curls. Yes, today was a Masquerade ball. The woman slipped on a mask that seemed to resemble a peacock. It was elaborately painted with bright colors that was assure an utmost attraction to herself. She slipped on high heeled shoes that wrapped around her calf and highlighted a bright blue when in the light.
Lee walked out of her room, her head held up high as she seductively swayed her hips side to side. She descended down a flight of stairs, down into the main ballroom. Her eyes scanned over the room seeing many women dressed like her. Her eyes roamed around the room over the men in the room. She saw that most were either scantily dressed or wore clothing that made their bodies even more delectable. The woman smirked as she easily made her way through the crowd, receiving many whispers from envious women and appraising comments from men.
Her ruby lips went into a smirk, seeing a male stop right in front of her. His hair was a dark blue with what seemed to be a lighter blue of wolf ears poking out of his hair. The wolfish mask on his face made her wonder what he looked like and it didn’t do much seeing just the broad, defined jaw of his. The man swept himself into a bow before Lee, before looking up to her with a wolfish grin. ‘The animal suits him perfectly.’ She laughed to herself quietly.
“My name is Red.” He said, huskily as he drew himself closer to the woman. Taking her hand into his, he knelt down an kissed her hand staring at her with his shining red eyes. His intent was to swoon her off her feet. “And what would be yours?” He stood back up and hitched a brow up.
The woman smiled. “My name would be Lee.” She watched him and his sleek movements as he kissed her hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Red.” It was pretty ironic for him to be named Red, but she didn’t care much about it. Her green eyes trailed over his well-built body. A delectable six-pack, smooth skin, and strong arms. His lower body was clad in loose white pants which contrasted with a blue wolf tail trailing behind him.
Red smiled. “Lovely.” He ran a finger down her bare arm, licking his lips. The man watched as Lee’s arm snaked around his neck bringing him closer. Her other arm ran down his own bare arm. His muscles spasmed underneath her soft strokes. Red shivered, walking Lee and himself to the nearest private booth. He slid himself in, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulled her in with him. Her back was pressed against his chest as leaned in with a large grin on his face. “You wouldn’t mind spending the night with me, do you?” He leaned into her ear, softly nibbling at it.
She laughed, pressing herself into his arm. “I would be pleasured to.” She lifted her leg over his, shifting so that she would face him. The woman leaned herself comfortably into his lap. She pressed her lips to his and delved in, meeting the man into a kiss. Her blue eyes flashing brightly in lust. Red slipped his hand down the small of her back, slipping down to the curve of her butt. The man groaned, licking at her lips for permission to go further. Lee obliged willingly, deepening the kiss. The woman’s cheeks began to flush as the air in her lungs began to deplete. She pushed off of him, catching breathe while Red simple trailed his lips down her neck. He licked at her neck where her pulse seemed the strongest and nipped the area once before proceeding down to her clavicle and then to the swell of her breasts which were pushed up due to the tightness of her top.
Lee moaned, threading her fingers through Red’s dark blue locks. She arched her back into his mouth as he enveloped his mouth over one of her breasts. The man smirked as molded the other with his hand. Red’s hands sneaked down to his hands, and unsheathed a dagger. He smirked as he continued his ministrations on the woman’s body. Red unlatched himself from her breast and straightened up for another deep kiss. The man removed the mask from his face, his red eyes glazed over with lust and malice. “Your too easy.” He whispered into her ear. Before she could respond, he kissed her to silenced her, pushing her arms together with one hand and with the other slit her throat. The man rose, spitting into her face. “Slut.” He wiped the blood off with her short bottoms and sheathed the dagger back into his pants.
[[ Highlight for the rest of it. >3>;; ]]
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 12:15 am
RP Prompt Entry Lysander: Dark coal gray skinned Spider Anthro with slightly protruding upper lip fangs. Long white hair with black tips, amethyst colored eyes. Instead of 8 arms, he has a single set of humaniod arms, and six spider like appendages that he keeps curled around his torso nearly all the time. He wears a loose vest of light grey, and a pair of loose forest green silk pants. Rebecca: Busty human female with black hair and green eyes. She wears a white high necked blouse with a crimson vest coupled with a matching velvet skirt. YvandesA small keep nestled within large hills, still green with life from the spring time rains. Flowers dot the hill side in vivid clumps with small copses of tree's breaking the skyline in the distance. A pleasant walk from the keep is a tiny farming community. Houses spaced a fair distance from each other ring a little town center. Dusk has fallen upon the little settlement, painting the sky a brilliant orangeish red. The sun is low and large, glimmering like a perfect fire opal low in the sky. Night is nigh to settling, and a breeze just slightly more chill has begun to blow. Causing the warmth of the day to fade as quickly as the suns light. The town is astir despite the coming of night Small dark figures dart to and fro, the flicker of torches spark into life, like the sudden flaring of glow worms, yet without the quick fade. .Within the keep itself, Lysander paces silently. His face a mask of perplexment as the only sound he makes comes from the jangle of gold chains and gemstones about his neck. The room he paces in is sparse in it's luxury. Simple wooden chairs with faded and thinned cushions line the walls. A threadbare rug is worried beneath his feet and his human arms remain folded behind him. The keep is silent...so silent. Empty even. He had steadily noticed the lack of servants over the course of the past few weeks. Since the...the bodies had begun to be found. Pale skinned, wide with what could only be shock or horror upon their dull and glazed eyes. Tonight though heralded something terrible. he'd only come across a scant handful of servants, faces he recognized and could count on one hand. All were gone. Fled or worse from this place. And now...Ceasing his pacing, he strode to a window to peer down from the third story upon the village. Small flames flickered and bobbed, reminding him in number and movement of a bee's nest that had been stirred. Angrily they darted about, coming together in small clumps, then breaking apart. multiplying and dividing, but always growing in number. There had to be a total of three hundred adults in the community, and a good many of them were down there now. Curling his fingers into the stone frame of the window, Lysander bowed his head. Soft footsteps entered the room, coupled with the shift of soft material swaying to and fro. Lifting his head, Lysander turned to face Rebecca. "Wife....good eve." He spoke with a dry rasp to his voice. Swallowing, he watched as his wife bowed her head to him. "Eve to you too husband." She softly replied. When she lifted her head, Lysander could easily read in the shining reflection of her eyes muted fear. It was the same sort of look he had seen when they had first met. That uncertainty in her gaze. The fear of the unknown, and the worst that it could lead to. It had taken him days to comfort the distraught young woman before he would allow the marriage ceremony to be held. He remembered so well that day... "It is..quiet today." He replied, to which Rebecca turned her head to a window. Gliding across the floor, Lysander had the same trouble keeping his eyes from being hypnotically pulled to her beautiful frame. Now was not the time for lustful urges or distractions. A year it had been and still they had not made their wedding bed. He knew the reason for it though.The four arms wrapped tightly about his torso and the fangs that peeked beneath his upper lip. He tried so hard to hide his otherness, to fit in more fully to her world so she would finally accept him completely as her husband. Still..a year later..she cringed at the mere brushing of one of his black appendages against her hand. "It is not so quiet outside." She had replied while his thoughts wandered. Rebecca stood at the window, staring outside with her beautiful green eyes. Silence laid a heavy blanket upon the room then, and it continued on till Rebecca took in a deep breath. Lysander, having resumed his pacing, ceased once more and looked up at his wife. "What is it love?" "The village...." A short period of silence followed her words. Lysanders slightly pointed ears caught up the sound of..voices. He could not tell what they were saying, but the tone of anger was apparent. "The village?" He prompted her,his mouth feeling so much more dry then before. Already he knew the answer. Already he suspected why there was that hitch in her voice. Angry voices were broken by a shrill scream and the clatter of chain being loosed before Rebecca could reply. Soon after though she gave voice to his own fears. "They...they are attacking us!" She almost keened her words. High pitched and carrying well as she clasped her hands over her own mouth. Lysander felt the bottom of his stomach harden and his movements came to a complete halt. He felt so..still. So motionless from shock. "Husband, have you not heard me?" Rebecca was now the one prompting, her back still to him as she peered downwards upon the courtyard. Lysander heard, heard her and heard what his eyes did not see. The sound of weapons upon weapons, the cries of pain, and the cracking of wood. "Lysander..Lysander...they are coming to kill you..because of the...the.." "The bodies..." He finished with a dull tone to his voice. He felt a tremble building up within him, as the faint angry words became louder still. 'Monster! Kill the monster! Down with the tyrant!' Tyrant? Monster? he? No..no.. "No!" He cried aloud, his hands lifting to grab at the diadem upon his head. Ripping it off, he threw it with a exaggerated toss to the floor. "I am not the monster! I did nothing wrong! Have I not been good to them!? Was I not the one who...who..." His words choked in the emotion of his grief and despair. Rushing to the second window, he grasped hold of the stone sill a second time. Leaning forwards, he looked down into the courtyard, where now he could see the scant few loyal guards standing in a half circle before the main entrance. They were outnumbered, and out driven. Even they that stayed did not completely believe in his innocence, and that would never give then the strength to fight for their 'lord'. "I was your hero once! I was your savior!" He screamed to those below. Tears blinded his two open eyes, from the slits in his forehead glimmering wetness clung. The answer to his emotional cry was the clink of metal on stone, a flecking of granite cutting across his fair face as a loosed arrow struck the wall near the window. Pulling himself back from the line of sight, Lysander clutched a hand over his rapidly beating heart. Soft steps..slow and hesitant came up to him, as a fair and soft arm slipped around his waist. He felt a cheek press to his back, as that arm trembled so about his waist. "Rebecca..." He whispered softly, his hand falling to gently cup over her delicate fingers with their pretty rings and crimson nails. Still so timid..still so fragile. Lysanders eyes widened as his head jerked up. His long hair flying with the violent jerk of his head as his amethyst eyes focused on the ceiling for a collection of heartbeats. "Rebecca..." The arm withdrew from his waist, allowing Lysander to fall to his knees. Sinking to the floor in a sitting position, lysanders spider appendages twitched around his torso with pain. A steady hot wetness began to saturate his vest from the back, as Rebecca slipped around from behind him. her steps were confident, her face lacking any sort of indescision. In fact...it looked cold to Lysanders eyes. "Love?" He whispered, watching her as she stood impassionedly before him, a slender dagger painted in crimson dripping little drops to the floor. "I didn't expect it to be red. I thought maybe black..or green. Or even yellow, like when you step on those annoying gray spiders in the pantry." She replied in a voice so alien to Lysanders ears. Lysander remained silent now, staring as Rebecca began to take small steps towards him with the bloodied dagger raised before her. "Why? I never....you can't think I...." "That you killed those people? That you dragged those young virginal boys and girls into the woods, punctured their necks, and drained their blood? No. Your too soft hearted to ever do something like that." "Then..why?" His question seemed to amuse Rebecca, a slight smirk curling thier crimson painted lips as she cane to a half. Resting her free hand delicately upon her hip, she fixed Lysander with eyes that bespoke the deepest of spite. "Why? Why? I should have expected you wouldn't understand, even now. Fool that you are. Lysander, you knew well when I arrived that I had been intended as the bride of the previous lord." "Because he had demanded it of your father..." "Yes, that he did. And my father brought me and my dowry all the way here to comply with his demands." "He was..a tyrant. A cruel man. Treated his people worse then slaves. Worked them hard and demanded so much." "He was rich, powerful, and feared. He was a perfect husband. I'd only have to tolerate him until I got pregnant, then he'd be off seducing or raping the maidens in the castle or town. Whatever took his fancy. I'd have lived a regal royal life in the lap of luxury." Rebecca spat out with more venom then even Lysander possessed. He felt cold, not just from the loss of blood pooling upon the stone floor beneath him, but in the pit of his stomach and heart. Rebecca continued on with her spiteful rant, her words growing more cold, more harsh and wicked as she wound herself up. "You ruined that all. Those blasted fools listened to your talk of equal treatment, of acceptance. They actually thought you were some hero sent by the gods to deliver them. It was because of you they managed to route the old lord from the castle. Only because the guards here feared what a monster you are! If it hadn't been for you I'd be set now! Some wet-nurse mothering my brat and free to live off the wealth you simply handed back to those traitors!" The sound of combat was closer now, ringing in the halls with faint steps that even rebecca could now here. Smiling, she kept her eyes upon the door. "I'll have it all back soon enough. Once your executed for your terrible crimes. Betrayer of the folks, monster...blood sucker. You and that little winged b***h of yours will both be executed and I shall simply inherit all i should have had before" "But I am innocent! I never hurt anyone! If you kill me the monster that has been doing all this will keep at it's hunting!" Lysander protested. His words though brought no flicker of concern or doubt to his wife's eyes. Rather, she advanced upon him a step. Lysander instinctively began to crawl back towards the wall away from her. "Ah, but there is a witness. A innocent victim who has had to endure a year of your terrible hunger." Lysanders confusion only seemed to thrill Rebecca, as she lifted a hand up to the high neck of her blouse, tearing it down and away, Lysanders stomach rose and fell at the pale sight of scarred puncture marks that dotted his wife's neck. At least four sets marked her lovely skin. "How..." "It was quite tricky. But Vascan is quite clever...You know Vascan don't you? You spoke on his behalf when the people wanted to behead him with his father in the square after you helped them defeat him. He's been quite miserable, but helpful. He was the one who thought up using hollowed out porcupine quills to make the puncture marks in each virgins neck. He was also the one who whittled the wood brace so they were always a even spacing apart. I have to admit..drinking blood took some getting used to at first, but it is absolutely exhilarating when done with someone else. You have no idea how erotic and arousing it can be! or perhaps you do in a way.." Rebecca mused for a moment. Tilting the dagger up, she very gently touched the tip of the cooled blade to her tongue, her green eyes watching, savoring with delight the absolute horror upon Lysanders face. So stunned, so absolutely floored, he could think of nothing to say. Rebecca though could think of so much more. "And of course everyone knows we have not shared the wedding bed, so it will only add more credence to my plight. They shall pity me, behead you after I tell the tales of what you and your little bat 'sister' have done to me. It took some doing to get the village to revolt against you, and I'm disappointed they started so late. It doesn't matter though. They shall arrive any moment now and have you, and then they shall go up into the tower and cut that b***h down where she hangs. The keep will be mine, I shall have a considerably younger husband, one that is by far more handsome then his father and more full of life, if you know what I mean..." Rebecca stifled her words as the sound of running echoed in the hall. Shouts of unfamiliar voices. Lysander could see her visibly working up tears into her eyes. Droplets ran down her blushed cheeks, leaving pale trails in the glittering dust. "Help! Help! In here!The monster is in here!" Her soft and dulcet voice wailed. The footsteps halted, then began to move quickly, growing ever louder. Lysander knew, as the handle began to turn, he'd never leave the room. he'd be dead...urged by his wife's plotting no doubt, to be cut down before he could even speak, despite her baited taunting of a beheading. Night had fallen since the attack began, and the sounds of death and battle do not make for soothing music to a sleeper, specially one who was more familiar with fighting on a whole. Yvandes, comfortable in her bed in the highest turret, awoke earlier then she normally did, to view a scene of chaos. Trouble had been brewing for a time now. With mysterious blood drained deaths and a slowly emptying keep. She knew that trouble would come to her and Lysander, and she had long since been prepared. With items tucked between her mattresses for safe keeping, she was ready and aloft before the fight had reached the inner castle. Finding Lysander was a task with the keep bing so large, and it was only after his emotionally charged cry that she was able to zero in on where he as. She was present during the taunting that ensued. Arriving too late to keep Lysander from being stabbed, she listened with more fury to match Lysanders horror at the cruelty and casualty Rebecca spoke of killing. It was all she could do to keep from killing the wench...but Lysander was hurt, his blood tainting the air in a way that no humans could. "Lysander!" She cried, as the sound of a clicking handle hit her sharp ears. Leaning into the window, her feet gripping the ledge as she held a hand out to her brother. Lysanders head lifted from the bow it had begun to fall into. Tears covered his face, his expression rending to Yvande's own heart as he bore the pain of his betrayal clearly. Despite the pain in his heart, he did not hesitate...nor did Rebecca. "No!" Rebecca snarled, her dagger lifting to strike again at Lysander as he forced himself to stumble across the floor to the window. The blade bit in deep to his shoulder, causing another cry to come from his fanged lips. The door opened, and in rushed a trip of villagers. blades crimson and faces spotted with blood, they hesitated at the sight of a already wounded Lysander..granting him the moment he needed to unfurl a single spider appendage and thrust his devious wife away from him. Stumbling to the floor, she looked up, eyes brimming with tears as she pointed at Lysander and Yvandes. "Don't let them get away! They are the ones who have been killing those poor children! Stop them! Oh please stop hem!" Lysander grasped Yvandes hand...and together they fell through the window. Yvandes arms wrapping about Lysander as he in turn clung to her with all eight arms. A single story before hitting the ground, Yvandes snapped her wings open, and beat them hard against the cold air. Straining, she began to pull up, the whistle of arrows shot from the castle flying far and wide of her as she swiftly flew up and away. Against her chest she could feel Lysanders face. Hot tears wetting her chest as broken sobs were smothered against her body. "Lysander...Lysander....oh sweet Lysander...." She whispered softly. her own eyes tearing as she held her beloved brother close. His blood wetting her arms as it welled from his shoulder wound. Sweet gentle Lysander... In silence she flew, the sound of her flapping wings broken only by the heart broken sobs of betrayal coming from her arms.
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 1:49 pm
Continuation of story. Leez0rz [[ Caution:: Contains implied INCEST. ]] Red laughed to himself mentally as he exited the Inn. He didn’t bother to check if Lee was still alive or not, not that it mattered. He set her straight, at least he thought he did. The man calmly walked down the streets, his hands tucked into his pockets of his white pants. His amber eyes scanned the area, enjoying the silence of the night. He smirked as he took a turn into his small shack, where he changed from his white pants into a business suit. The man didn’t want his wife to think he had been lying to her, even if he was.
He worked to target and kill prostitutes. With his wolfish looks and forwardness, usually the women were easy. Red exited the shack, and continued his way home. He would love to see his wife again and ravish her with love. The man jogged up the stairs that led into his home, dug into his pockets for the key, he opened the door and slipped right in. He shrugged off his overcoat and hung it into the next hook, he looked around for any signs of his wife or son. “Kaguya! I’m home!” He yelled out, as he removed his shoes as well at the doorstep before walking into the kitchen.
Red froze up, seeing Kagami, the twin brother to Kaguya leaning against the table, idly chatting with his sister. Upon his lap was his own son, Irvine, whom was currently playing with his uncle’s hair. His wife look up, with a surprised look on her face. “Oh.. Red, I didn’t expect you home so soon.” She laughed hesitantly as she stood up from her chair to give a peck onto Red’s cheek. “How was work?” He saw her move over to the kitchen counter, grabbing his mug and filling it with coffee.
Red ran a nervous hand through his dark blue hair, his amber eyes gazing adoringly over his wife. “It was hectic. The boys couldn’t figure out a case..” He trailed off. The man had told his wife that he worked at the police station, and sort of did work for them, but not exactly.
Upon filling Red’s cup, a dainty knock was at the door. Kaguya looked up and handed the mug to Red, before wiping her hands on her apron. “Who could that be at this hour..?” Kaguya said out loud, questioningly. She opened the door seeing a women with her clothing askew. Kaguya stuttered, seeing that the women was beyond furious, her neck was bleeding and dripping down her neck down over the swell of her breasts. “Your hurt!” Kaguya gasped as she ushered the wounded woman into their home. “Please, please, come in.”
Lee nearly growled, as she entered the house. She was seated on a couch. The woman nearly fell multiple times on the way while following Red. She wanted payback. Her eyes glinted with malice as she carefully touch her wounded neck. The women looked back up and saw Red inside the kitchen, with an angry look to his face. The wolfish man entered the living room and sneered at her. “I want you dead.” He growled out to her, for her ears only.
The woman laughed, sinisterly. “Was that your wife?” She glanced over to her side, seeing the young woman dashing about for towels and bandages. “She’s lovely. I bet it would break her heart if she knew what you’ve been up to. Seducing girls, maybe having sex with them then killing them.” She smirked and chuckled to herself. “Maybe devouring your victims as well? It’s been a rumor..”
Red narrowed his eyes upon Lee, with hatred burning in his eyes. What he did for a living was his business! Unknowingly, Kagami was watching the two. He couldn’t hear them, but watched how they interacted. He frowned slightly, urging his ‘nephew’ to bed. Irvine blinked and dashed up the stairs, into his room and shut the door. He had no business in this, and didn’t want to get involved at all.
Kaguya re-entered the living room with bandages and alcohol to clean out the wound. She knelt down and frowned, wiping away the blood. “Who did this to you?” She asked softly, not knowing if was rape or not. Her bi-colored eyes, stared up to her hatred filled ones as she slightly backed off for a bit.
The woman glanced up to Red then to his wife. “This is your husband right?” She smiled in satisfaction as Kaguya innocently nodded. “I see. How would you feel that your husband has been sleeping with other women?” She would have laugh seeing the hatred that Red was emitting and slight sadness that Kaguya emitted. The woman cleared her throat. “Well, your husband decides that I will be his target for the night, he seduces me, then attempts to kill me.” She felt somewhat sad for the wife, but she seemed to be handling it a bit better than she would’ve expected. At the corner of her eye, she saw that Red was trying to escape but was held down by what seemed to be the wife’s twin brother.
The wolfish man tried to struggle but Kagami was probably stronger than he was. He grunted, as he stared at his wife who stared at the blooded towel in her hands. His once pure, untainted wife seemed to be broken and seemed to be afraid. “I’m.. sorry.” He whispered to Kaguya. He truly loved her, but he wanted the scum of the earth known as prostitutes to be vanquished. As he rid of the ‘scum’, a desire, a hunger grew inside of him. It was one that he couldn’t sate.
Kaguya looked up to her husband with sad eyes, despite the looks she was receiving from Kagami, she shook her head. “I should be sorry as well..” She whispered. “I haven’t been faithful exactly either.” She tried to wipe away the tears forming in her eyes.
Red stared at his wife unbelieving. How could she..? He felt betrayed. She was his! And his alone! He growled out. “Who was it with?” He asked angrily, ignoring that humorous looks that Lee was giving him. She was enjoying the drama immensely, taking a towel and dabbing it onto the somewhat scabbing gapping wound on her neck.
Kaguya choked on a sob. “Ka-Kagami.” She hiccuped, as she began sobbing into her hand. She never felt so guilty in her life. Incest was bad, but Kagami was always there where as Red was always out.
Red’s eyes widened in surprised then narrowing, struggling at Kagami’s hold. “You b*****d.” He was disgusted, incest was the worst thing in his mind of scum. Since when did his pure wife come to be such scum. “And what of Irvine, is him mine or his?” He amber eyes narrowed onto his wife’s shaking form.
“He’s yours–“ Kaguya held the towel to her mouth as she hiccuped with sobs. She felt sick and didn’t want Red to leave her. She loved him. The young woman had to stay hopeful that her husband would forgive her and settle things out. She would hope that he would get a steady job and she would find a job herself, then they could be a happy family. She had to hope, she had to! “Don’t.. leave me.” She whimpered out to her husband, her bi-colored eyes looking up to him with despair and pain in her eyes as tears freely trailed down her cheeks.
Kagami had let go of Red as he tensed up as he stared down to his wife. Red wanted to stay, but he felt betrayed. He would leave. Forget it all. Move far, far away. “I will not stay with you.” He sneered out. “I will file for a divorce, gather my things in go. You may have Irvine. I will not be returning.” He said bluntly as he straightened himself. “As for you,” He looked at Lee as she smiled, “You will leave and never bother me or my wife again.” He turned to walk upstairs, break the news to Irvine that he had to go ‘far, far away’ and probably will never see him again. The man shook his head, as he heard the sobs from Irvine as he left his room to enter what used to be the room he shared with his wife. He took a suitcase and filled it up with his clothes. It would be a different world once he was out of here. He sighed, as silent tears ran down his eyes.
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 11:28 am
The main character is a cat anthro version of my avi.Part 1 Footsteps thundered down the hallway, those of which they belong to only hoping that they were not too late. Bursting through the double doors, the eyes of the group track down and target the cylindrical dais positioned in the center of the room, much like a predator would before pouncing upon its prey. Suddenly, one of the men fell upon his knees, pounding his fist into the ground. His fears had been realized; K had struck again. Part 2 A thief, a crook, a mastermind… these were only examples of the names K had earned for herself during her “residence” in the Raiha Kingdom. The woman had broken down the act larceny to the finest details; in short, she as a professional, and a good one at that. In fact, no one had ever managed to set eyes upon her. Usage of the female pronoun was assumed formality, based solely on the paper note left at each scene. A heart, followed by the capital letter of what quickly became her official name. A low-life criminal: to the public, that’s all she was and nothing more. It was likely what made her so undetectable, as her actual self would certainly never pass for such a term, even to the strictest of inspectors…
Kuriya flopped backwards onto her bed. That was her real name, which after hearing should not come as much of a surprise, considering the first initial of her other self. The girl’s red eyes gleamed at the golden necklace for a moment, but the sparkle quickly faded tossing the piece of jewelry to the side. Throughout the years, she had acquired enough material goods to make a queen jealous. This was enough to keep her content at first, but now, she felt as if there was a hole. Something in life was missing. The question was: what is it? Kuriya let out a sigh of disappointment before closing her eyes, immediately dozing off into a deep slumber.
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“You’re sure you’ll be able to catch her?”
The man whom was addressed did not respond, pacing around the room as if searching for something important. His right hand was placed within the pocket of his black-colored trench coat, which were coincidentally the same shade as the rest of his attire. The only contrasting piece of clothing on him was his white gloves, given away only by the visibility of his free hand.
“Did you hear me?” the question was repeated, this time causing him to stop, a smug grin appeared on his face.
“Definitely.”
Part 3 Kuriya made not a sound as she slinked through the shadows; her target, a high-profile mansion at the city’s center. Excitement would likely be the best medicine to liven up her recent mood, she thought, and given this manor’s status it should most certainly prove more interesting than her last several hits…
“… or not?” Kuriya was more confused than anything else. The kingdom’s famous twenty-four carat diamond now stood on display before her. In the least, she had expected to see a couple of security guards along the way, but instead, there was nothing… just dozens of dark, unoccupied hallways. “Where is everybody?” She almost yelled, but caught herself at the last second.
“Out.” The woman’s heart skipped a beat as she heard the voice, which spoke with an obvious accent. Why didn’t she notice anyone else in the room? “I knew you were coming, and I work best alone. Persuading them to leave took a bit more effort than I hoped though.” Kuriya spun around, discovering a young man walk into the light emitted from above the diamond’s pedestal. “Do you like what you see?” The girl didn’t even notice she was staring, and felt a little embarrassed upon hearing that statement. It’s not as if anyone could have blamed her though; his face would have been worthy to be on the front page of a world fashion magazine. “Kuriya isn’t it?”
“Who are you? How do you know me?” she tried to sound angry in an attempt to cover up her latest mishap.
“Cyrus Romani,” he took a bow. “And as a mercenary, I have my ways. It’s been a while since I’ve had a job involving someone as beautiful as you though.” She was taken back by this. Though her looks could easily qualify as something worth boasting, she had always been quite closed off to people, and as such, was not used to receiving such compliments. “I’m beginning to wonder if the reward is really worth it.” Suddenly, he shot up his left hand, blocking what would have been a painful roundhouse to the face. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to fight?” He continued speaking as if nothing happened.
Kuriya was a little more than irritated now. She pulled her leg back, launching a barrage of kicks, all of them either hitting air or arm. The girl was surprised at his speed, especially considering he was only using one hand. Just then, he saw an opening. Dashing forward, the man knocked Kuriya off balance, only to catch her from behind before she hit the ground. The girl blushed at this, now feeling a little uncomfortable due to their proximity.
“Tell me. Would you rather be handed over to the local authorities, or come with me?” Cyrus stared straight into her eyes as he said this. It was probably the reason she didn’t a syringe coming towards her neck. When the time came though, she did feel the p***k, followed by an immediate somnolent feeling. “Good night.” Kuriya attempted to protest, all that came out was a weak groan. Unwillingly, her eyes began to shut, her conscious mind staying awake long enough to hear faint footsteps coming towards the room’s door before passing out. Part 4 As Kuriya gained awareness, one question immediately popped up in her mind; was she in heaven? The answer concluded itself as a no, but one couldn’t blame her for making the premature assumption as the entire room was in the colored in the single shade of white. Many of the surfaces also seemed to glisten, like crystal. It was all quite astounding.
“You’re awake,” the voice clearly belonged to the man known as Cyrus. “How are you feeling?” She turned to look at him, once again stunned by his striking appearance. This time though, the woman managed to shake it off.
“Where am I?” she ignored his question, putting forth her own.
“My palace.” He saw a look of skeptically on her face, so continued to explain. “The price of my services is not one a commoner can afford.” Cyrus smiled, and then looked the door. “I apologize for the needle, but I doubt they would have allowed me to escort you out had you been in anything less but a cataleptic state.” Kuriya opened her mouth to speak, but was smoothly cut off as the man continued his dialogue. “It would be best if you rested a bit longer. My maids will tend to you if you need anything.” He descended into a bow before exiting the room.
Something isn’t right… Kuriya pondered for a moment. She was a thief. Why would anyone in their right mind knowingly invite a thief into their home, especially when it was something remnant of a king’s dream castle? She stopped for a moment. Thief… large castle, likely filled with… Kuriya grinned. Whatever his reason was, she was going to be the one to get the last laugh. Besides, this could be the hit she’s been waiting for.
The girl jumped out of bed, silently approaching the room’s door before opening it. She slowly peered out, her eyes meeting nothing up empty halls. Perfect. She dashed out, her shoes making not so much as a click as she effortlessly glided through the corridors. Had she been watching where she was going, she may have been able to avoid the…
“Ugh!” Kuriya grunted, her body ricocheting off a wall and onto its back. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she tried to ease the pain radiating from the side of her head. At least no one was watching. That would have been too embarrassing to stomach.
“Are you ok?” She spoke too soon… it was Cyrus. “I would’ve expected some more grace from one in your profession.” He chuckled, though the joke was probably in bad taste given the situation.
Oh god… he thinks I’m a klutz. Now I’ll… wait. Why do I care what he thinks? Kuriya snapped out of her personal conversation just in time to see a hand reached out above her. Instinctively, she grabbed it, quickly finding herself back on her feet.
“You need to be more careful,” he smiled again, though it was unseen as Kuriya refused to make eye contact. “Come. Let me give you a tour.”
Of all the manors and castles she’s been in, this had to be the most extraordinary. It seemed to come straight out of a fairytale, the entire structure made up of a crystal-like material, much like her assigned room was. Despite this, Kuriya’s main focus was not on the fantasy palace, but on Cyrus himself. For some reason, she couldn’t take her eyes away from him. It was quite obvious, even though she tried to hide the fact.
“I’m not boring you, am I? This place is quite large.” Cyrus turned to Kuriya, who then looked as if she had just snapped out of a pleasant daydream. He let out a soft chuckle. “Anyway, this is the last stop. I think you’ll like it.”
He pushed open the large double doors before them, breaching the path to a vast, flourishing garden. It seemed that no matter where you looked, there would be green, complimented by an accompanying rainbow of flowers. Only a single pebbled path leaded forward to a centerpiece, housing an elaborate water fountain. From there, a number of trails branched out in several directions, all circling a large, rectangular pond before reaching what appeared to be a hedge maze.
“My occupation does have its payoffs, but it also adds a certain level of stress to my life. I guess you can call this a personal escape.” Kuriya attempted to follow as he started down the set of steps. However, as looking straight ahead is not the brightest course of action when descending a staircase, she predictably missed the first step, heading straight for a one-way face plant into the concrete. Luckily for her, Cyrus spun around last second, catching her falling form in an embrace. “Twice in one day? It might be a good idea to take a temporary vacation from your line of work so you don’t hurt yourself.”
Kuriya couldn’t see herself, but she imagined that her face probably looked like a ripe tomato at this moment. “I have a question for you,” Cyrus said, changing the subject. “What do you think of me?”
What do I think of him? Kuriya was confused. “What do you…” She was interrupted when Cyrus tiled her head upwards by the chin, placing his lips against hers. It only lasted for a few seconds, but was plenty long enough for the woman to understand what he meant.
“Well?”
Kuriya still wasn’t sure how to answer, but she was certain of one thing: the hole, the missing link that she has been searching for all this time, was soon to be fulfilled. Only one question remained unanswered, and it was one she may never know the answer of. Hidden within a drawer in Cyrus’ bedroom was a photo, one from his younger years, despite his already youthful age. He was standing beside a beautiful woman with long, red hair and eyes, much like Kuriya herself…
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Posted: Sat Aug 05, 2006 10:35 pm
Okay...this is supposed to be my Romantic Entry...XP It starts angsty/sad but it's only to explain up to the romantic part XD Romance Entry Lysander: Dark coal gray skinned Spider Anthro with slightly protruding upper lip fangs. Long white hair with black tips, amethyst colored eyes. Instead of 8 arms, he has a single set of humaniod arms, and six spider like appendages that he keeps curled around his torso nearly all the time. He wears a loose vest of light grey, and a pair of loose forest green silk pants. Rebecca: Busty human female with black hair and green eyes. She wears a white high necked blouse with a crimson vest coupled with a matching velvet skirt. YvandesThe fires had long since been put out, yet smoke still clung to the air like a dieing wretch to a piece of flotsam at sea. Even at so late an hour, the keep was bustling with activity. Outside the stone walls Lysander could hear the sounds of revelry. Shouts and laughter echoed in the night along with the faint sounds of rowdy songs drunkenly slurred. Despite all the chaos of celebration, he sat alone. His body slumped in a high backed chair as he stared with all eight eyes unblinkingly at a single suit of armor across the hall from him. A door opened, creaking on unoiled hinges and scraping it's wooden base against the stone. With the faint click of claws, Yvandes entered the room, her eyes worriedly falling upon the motionless visage of her brother. "Lysander..." She whispered softly, breaking the silence, and his gaze from the armor with the gentle yet firm tone of her voice. "Lysander it does not do you well to sit here alone." "I'm bloody." Was the soft reply. Yes, Yvandes could see very well that Lysander was bloody. His vest was slashed in spots, and faint crimson lines cut across his dark skin. His spider appendages were half curled around him, like the petals of a rose, with rusty colored dryness flaking from the tips. Yvandes herself was not much better off then her brother. Her talons were caked with the same rusty color, the fur of her body was ruffled and she bore similar slashing marks over her naked torso. "Then let's go get you cleaned up. The villagers are asking for you..they want to see their hero and hear more words of courage from him." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Such was the outcome of the revolt. Yvandes remembered how hard it had been to motivate Lysander after the bloody throw down. From the first day they had wandered into the village, Lysander had been viewed with both fear and awe, far beyond herself. Pressure was placed upon them...upon him, to give what aid the villagers needed to cast off the heavy hand of the nearby Lord. Yvandes would have said no to them all, distanced herself from their plight and continued on with her brother to find a better place to make their home. But Lysander was moved by their stories. The crimes and hardships they had been forced to endure called to him and he answered. In short order he became the focal point of their movement. Little more then a fear inspiring figurehead, Lysander was surrounded in a aura of terror not of his own making. Yvandes hated it. She despised what was being made of her brother, despised the ease they accepted him as their 'hero' without even taking the time to realize the image they portrayed was not a true one. Then came the day of the battle, and Lysander was thrust to the head of the armies. Yvandes stood by his side, protecting Lysander through out the battle in a way no one else would. He was no warrior! True he had the instinct for death, Lysander was very adapt at killing, but he had no heart for it! He had no desire to extinguish the light of life in creatures that had so much more to live for! Still, when they came for him, he fought. delivering blows that laid the men low...and Yvandes followed, landing swift sure strikes that did what Lysander had not done himself. He wrecked a terrible path of pain, but it was Yvandes who reaped the souls. He was so sad..so quiet afterwards. The villagers had left them in the keep, praising their hero and anointing him their new lord without even taking a moment to see the flood of tears walled up behind his violet eyes. How she wept for him! How she prayed for the tender fool that was her brother. He sat himself upon the throne, quieting his own voice so as to help the villagers recover from their years of hardship. Yvandes took a room in the tower, so that she could watch over the keep at night and keep her brother safe from the harm that could befall him in the darkness. No harm came to him though, and the villagers seemed content that their 'hero' remain in the position of power and governed them. Actually Yvandes had become surprised by their actions. They let him lay down his gentle laws...and they followed them? They offered tribute when he asked for none. Respect and fear became mingled as one. Yvandes, though still felt misgivings about the situation. They had used Lysander, just because of his creature traits he was viewed as...different, and Yvandes knew someday things would change. The humans simply could not be trusted, and she would be keen to keep a watchful eye for the day their favor changed with the winds. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A carriage arrived, little over a week later. Drawn by four black mares bedecked in gold tack with a small contingent of armed men. In a small wagon a trio of locked ornate chests were chained and watched over by men with crossbows. The carriage traveled up the road to the keeps front doors, drawing a crowd of gawking onlookers from the nearby village and to the keep walls themselves. Once the carriage came to a stop within the courtyard, a young boy hopped down from the carriage front, and quickly pulled open the carriage door. The carriage dipped and bent as a portly older gentleman dressed in a vibrant array of green, blue, and gold stepped out. Bedecked in gold with gems the size of hens eggs, he resembled the offspring of a turkey and peacock personified into a human being. Standing before the gate, he fixed the pockmarked and scored door with a jowly glare. Behind him a dainty foot protruded, followed by a slender leg and the fall of velvety skirts. Sliding out of the carriage, a well formed young woman with black hair and green eyes stepped. her gaze was guarded beneath a veil of white, lips painted red and down turned with a heavy sense to her shoulders. Coming to stand behind the portly gentleman, she folded her hands before her and waited. Though there were others who could tend to minor things such as opening doors, it was Lysander who stood in the gateway as it opened. her purple eyes looked upon the older man and the young woman with open curiosity. Their returned gazes were anything but curious. The older gentleman's face blanched at the sight of Lysander, standing with his six spider appendages framing him like the fanned wings of a butterfly. The young woman drew in a sharp breath, a hand lifting to clasp itself upon the older gentleman's shoulder. "Can I...help you?" Lysander began hesitantly. The wide eyed stares of the company with the two well dressed humans was quickly beginning to make him self conscious. "You are...the Lord of this Keep?" The older gentleman seemed to choke out. His eyes still bulging like a fishes out of water. "Well..Yes I suppose I am, who are you?" The young woman bowed her head, a hand pressed to her eyes as a soft whimpering sound like that a kicked puppy might have made. The older gentleman turned to look at her for a moment, before he seemed to fix a colder mask upon his face and returned to looking at Lysander. Inhaling deeply he lifted his chin and took a step forwards. "I am Lord Gregory of the northern lands neighboring your own. I received a request from the Lord of Dansk keep for my daughters hand in marriage. In return I was given domain over the village that borders our land and the hundred acres surrounding it. The papers were signed and finalized last month, and during which time my daughter and I have been making ready to visit you with your wedding gifts in tow." He paused then, and made a gesture to the men and the chests they currently protected. Lysander stood, dumbfounded for a good few moments, staring until it was Yvandes thudded to the ground in a landing. Sleepy from awakening during the day, she stumbled forth a step, her initial landing gaining her a shrill scream from the girl and a collective yell of fear from the men. Rubbing at her eyes, she stepped forwards. "I am Yvandes, Lord Lysanders Chamberlain. Obviously you've had a long trip, so please, why don't you come inside as our guests and rest. We will be willing to talk with you over the evening meal concerning your arrival and what it entails." Despite being newly awakened and a little befuddled, Yvandes quickly delayed the impending discussion and had the lord and his contingent given time to freshen up after their journey. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The discussion began at dinners end, and continued on till early morning. Lord Gregory seemed to care little about who had actually sent him the bridal request. Since it had merely been signed 'Lord of Dansk' he insisted that it still held legality in the issue. Besides, all the documents of land transfer had been fully signed. he would not relinquish his new lands. In the end, the Lord Gregory left. Minus one daughter and three chests of wealth, and Lysander had in his bed chambers a trembling woman bound to marry him of all people. The chests were given to the folk to split evenly amongst themselves, giving them a influx of wealth that allowed certain business' not only to be started up, but to thrive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She is..frightened of me. Terrified to meet my gaze, and recoils at the closeness of our bodies. Her reactions to me disturb me in a way that nothing else has before. She is so beautiful. So gentle and delicate. I feel more the monster now then ever before. Even during battle I have not felt so reviled. I strive to hide my otherness from her sight, in hopes that it will calm her. I wear my hair over my face a little, hiding the multiple eyes beneath the fall of my bangs, and my other arms I keep wrapped tightly about my body so they can not be viewed easily. For all my attempts to resemble a human, I can not hide the fangs that peek over my bottom lip.
She is so soft spoken. When I speak to her I can hear the veil in her tone, to hide the fear I can smell about her. She does not wish to touch me, does not wish to look upon me. At night when we retire to the bedchambers I can hear her weeping. Soft little sobs that she smothers into her pillow. Poor child...abandoned here by her father she has no one to confide in. I shall do what I can to calm her and perhaps she will no longer weep at night but find some form of solace here in her new home Lysander did indeed do his best to make Rebecca more comfortable with him. While Yvandes oversaw the actual governing of the lands, Lysander poured his time into Rebecca. Striving more and more to hide any traces that he was anything other then a human. He forced himself to join her at meal times. Forcing the solid foods laid upon the table into his stomach while refraining from drinking anything other then wine. Afterwards sharp pains would plague him until the incompatible content in his stomach was retched out. When he truly did eat, it was alone in the cellars, gulping down the skeins of blood that Yvandes stored for him out of the sight of the other keep servants. Rebecca remained distant however, and Lysanders attempts to win her favor grew more and more obvious as time passed.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Rebecca?" Lysander murmured as he pressed open the door to his bedchambers. Rebecca stood by a small window, half leaning out of it. At the call of her name she jolted her head up, spinning about to meet Lysander as he gently closed the door behind him. "My Lord." She replied, her breath catching in a hitch in her chest. Lysander stood for a moment, one hand bent behind his back as he peered at the frozen woman across the room. He waited until it was that she began to visibly relax. her breathing slowing and her shoulders sagging a little as the muscles in her shoulders loosened. "I hope you are doing well today." "I am...as well as can be expected...My Lord." Their exchange was nothing less then the norm. A simple bantering of polite words. Lysanders gaze lingered upon her lips as each word was spoken. her voice was like some melody unsung. He could only imagine how prettily she might have sung if given a pleasant tune. Stepping forwards, he felt his own heart beat picking up. "I've brought you something." He replied softly, and his heart leapt as he saw a small flicker of interest in her beautiful green eyes. Withdrawing his hand from behind his back, he held out a vaguely triangular pink paper wrapped bundle. Rebecca took the few steps forwards she needed to in order to accept the wrapped gift. With a hopeful gaze, Lysander watched as she gently pulled the paper loose. A heady fragrance was released as she parted the paper and revealed the first of the dark green jagged leaves. A strong scent that filled the room even as she continued to unveil more of his difficultly gained gift. Within the wrapping laid a set of six wild white roses. Tinged a faint blue upon the outer petals, each rose was nearly the size of Lysanders open palmed hand. It had taken him two days to find the small gully where he and Yvandes had first found the white buds not too long ago, and it had taken longer still for the buds to fully bloom before he braved the wicked thorns to pluck the treasured roses. Lysander had suffered a score of pricks, both from the plucking and from the de-thorning of the roses, for he simply could not risk Rebecca's fair skin to their bite. Rebecca stood, holding the bouquet in her arms for a few moments, her green eyes revealing nothing of her true feelings..but the smile..the smile that slowly pulled her pouting lips upwards, breaking the unhappy visage she had worn since she had first arrived. That smile caused Lysanders heart to leap in his chest. She liked them! Oh! She liked them! He watched as she lifted the roses to her face, her nose buried into the fragrant white petals as she breathed in their scent. "Oh...Lysander. They are...beautiful. Where ever did you find them?" "Yvandes and I found a hidden gully to the south in our wandering, there in the bottom of it were these roses as buds. I've been waiting for them to bloom so I could bring them to you." he replied. His heart still leaping and tumbling in his chest as the pleased smile on Rebecca's face widened. "Thank you." "I am happy you like them...I only want you to be happy Rebecca." His words seemed like the right ones to say, yet as the smile fell, he knew that somehow they had been wrong. "I am sorry! Please don't frown. Please Rebecca!" Rebecca did frown though, her lips falling, then parting in a soft gasp as Lysander closed the distance between them, and dropped to his knee's before her. Reaching up with his hands, he gently curled his fingers over Rebecca's own, his face upturned. "Rebecca...Rebecca...I am so sad for you. This wasn't your choice and I feel terrible that you must suffer so. I only want to make you happy. You...you are so beautiful. More beautiful then those roses even. Your eyes are so veiled and sad, as if you are in constant mourning. Your smile..I have seen it once and already my heart longs to see it again." He couldn't stop it. The words were pouring out of his mouth so quickly, he hardly had a chance to listen to what he was saying himself! Rebecca's eyes had widened and her mouth had parted as Lysander continued on. "I want to hear you laugh. I want to see your eyes alight with delight. Oh Rebecca, tell me what I need to do! How can I make you happy? Tell me what must I do to make your life better? I...I wish so hard for your joy. I would do anything to make you happy Rebecca. Tell me what it is! Anything at all! I want to gain your favor. I want you to stop fearing me. I could no more harm you then a breeze could harm the sun. You are the sun Rebecca! So bright and beautiful! And I pine for the smallest of smiles from your lovely lips. Please Rebecca, fear me no more!" His eyes were filled with tears he tried so hard not to shed, his stomach felt sick and his mouth dry. And Rebecca? She stood, looking down at Lysander as he trembled on his knees with the overwhelming of his emotions. Gently she withdrew her hands from his touch, and the tears he held back began to flow in tiny rivers down his cheeks. She did not step away though, as Lysander felt she would. rather she turned, to place the roses upon the bed behind her, and then she too knelt. Lysander now looked into her eyes, those green emeralds that sparkled so. Her fingers gently rested upon both his shoulders, as she leaned herself forwards, and brushed her lips delicately against Lysanders own. A shot, like electricity ran through him. A heated rush that left his mind empty. Her lips felt so warm and soft! And Lysanders parted eagerly to press to her own. His hands lifted, to wrap about her upper torso. Tenderly his fingers holding her as he leaned down into her kiss now. His lips hungry for something that was nourishing to his heart rather then his body. Locked in the kiss Lysander felt as if a glorious light had been revealed to him, filling him with a warmth and light joy that he simply could not describe. She kissed him...gently..hesitantly...but such a kiss only enflamed passions within Lysander. Passions to not ravish her..but to appease her. To woe her and yes...to make her smile for him once more...
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 1:34 am
ITSX ((My sad attempt at humor. Hopefully it's at least a bit amusing? Sauron and Vandoth can be seen if you click the "Pets" link in my sig.))
Sauron. The Dark Lord; feared by many, and opposed by only a very select few. In fact, no one who had ever contested against him lived to tell about it. As it seems, he is truly a being to be reckoned with.
Vandoth. There are those who call him the devil’s right-hand man, and for good reason. Powerful, cunning, and intelligent, the numbers of those who can match him in battle, whether it is body or mind, borders none.
At first glance, these two figures may appear to be closely alike. But, are they really? Perhaps the similarity of their successes is a result of the opposing champions’ inferiority rather than their own tactical ability. What if a worthy hero rose up against them? One able to overthrow their long held positions unless… ok… I think you get the picture. As such a person is only born in one out of a very large number, we will look at this situation in a hypothetical manner. Sauron or Vandoth. Which truly deserves the titles so reverentially handed to them? We will soon find out.
As with most evil lords, Sauron is held in high veneration by his underlings. Unfortunately, he also suffers from adverse side effect of treatment in this manner: an elevated level of arrogance. To make things worse, his triumph against the incompetent heroes of the past had done nothing other than add to the symptoms. So, what does he do when the hero arrives at his front door?
“My Lord. A warrior is approaching the castle on horseback. How would you like us to deal with him?”
“Put up a minor defense, but let him in. Allow him to think he is winning, and then crush him at the last moment. False hope is such a beautiful thing…”
As you can see, overconfidence at its finest. Now, we move other to Vandoth.
“Sir. An armored-warrior is…” His servants looked in terror as the messenger had his head removed from his body.
“Now, if the rest of you do not want to meet the same fate, go and kill this warrior, and do it quickly.”
Cruel, yes. Effective? Definitely.
So, in Sauron’s case, the hero has made it in his castle. What now?
“That’s right,” the Dark Lord smiled, watching intently the crystal ball in front of him. “Keep running deeper into my fortress, like a mouse into a trap.”
In theory, this may work, but in practice? Though the hero would have been slain already, we will, for all intents and purposes, imagine as if he managed to enter Vandoth’s lair as well.
“Incompetent fools,” the demon glared at his minions. “May I ask why you’re still here? Go and stop him!”
Even from a neutral perspective, this would appear to be the much brighter course of action. All right… let’s see what Sauron is up to.
“It’s time,” he grinned, turning to his attendant. “Send in the 2nd division… he won’t even know what hit him.”
This would have been a good plan, had the hero not already been three quarters of the way to the throne room. And only a single division? One would think that after cutting it this close, you would in all the cards. Apparently not though…
In the best case scenario, the hero would get killed here on the spot. If not though…
“Your time is up!” the warrior cried out, bursting through the throne room gate.
“What?! How did you make it here?!” (Quite a redundant question, might I add, considering he was the one who let him in most of the way.) “No matter.” He stood up, slowly approaching the center of the room.
“Lord of Darkness. In the name of all that is good, I have come to avenge…”
Ok… we get the picture. Moving over to Vandoth again. Realistically, this hero would have died two times over already. But, for the sake of comparison...
“Servant of evil, I have come…” Vandoth smiled as he gripped the man’s neck, effortlessly lifting him off the ground. A crack echoed within the halls, the warrior’s body going limp at the same time.
Anyway, considering all that’s happened so far, I don’t think we need to see the rest of Sauron’s story. So, two very similar characters at first glance turned out to be, well, not so alike after all. I also think it’s quite obvious who the winner of this little contest is, but let’s not tell Sauron that.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 3:19 pm
Leez0rz [[ Lee's attempt at being funny. XD ]]There once was a girl named Lee. She was off to her brother’s house, deep within the woods. The girl was off to deliver a basket of delicious goodies. Anyone within 10 feet of the young girl could smell the freshly baked goods. Over her lithe form was a red poncho like jacket that hid her body from the world. It cut off right at about her knees where as sheer stockings disappeared into the jacket. She had the hood over her head, covering most of her inky black tresses but did not hide her face. Her emerald green eyes glanced about the area as she continued on towards her brother’s house. Big Bad, also known as Red was aroused from his sleep in a tree. He lifted his head slightly, sniffing the air for the delicious aroma wafting through the air. His eyes snapped open, revealing his amber eyes for anyone to see. The wolf anthro shifted from the tree limb he was currently laying on see a girl bound through the woods with a basket at hand. A smile curved at his lips as he licked his lips at the delicious looking morsel. “I’m a bit hungry today.” He said to himself as he lowered himself to the ground. The girl was oblivious to the Big Bad. Her fox ears were hidden within the hood as she kept on her way. At the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a beautiful patch of flowers. She gasped in delight as she set down the basket and knelt down to the flowers, plucking one from the rich soil and raising it to her nose. She giggled to herself as she sniffed one and brushed it against her cheek, feeling the soft texture of the flower. She looked up, seeing a wolfish man standing right in front of her. She blushed brightly, as she looked at his extended hand that held a beautiful red rose. “Flowers for mi’dear?” He smirked. Red laughed, as he crouched down to Lee. He gently caressed her face with the back of his hand. “My, red is a beautiful color for you.” He chuckled as the blush deepened and could only lick his lips by that action. Lee looked up. “Wh-what do you want?” She stuttered as she felt his hands on her own, enclosing them into his bigger hands. “I want your goodies.” He smirked, wolfishly, revealing his large canines. The girl looked up to him, surprised and now scared. ‘HE WANTS TO EAT ME?’ She cringed as she flinched away from his touch. “No– no! I’m no good!” Lee cried out, scooting away from the wolfish man. “Ah, but you’ve misunderstood me, my lovely one.” He smirked as he advanced onto her. “You see–“ “NO! I don’t want to see!” She cried out as she made a grab for the basket, but before she could dash away, she felt his heavy weight pressed against her back. “Yes, I am quite sure you misunderstood me.” He whispered into her ear as he chuckled. “You see, I want your goodies.” His hips gyrated, as he tried to get comfortable. The girl’s eyes widened before closing, tears running down her face. “But– I’m too young!” She tried wiggling out from his grasp, but she was unsuccessful. His body was much larger and stronger than she. Red pursed his lips, before shifting off of her. “Ah, now I see what you’re afraid of.” He chuckled before rolling off of her, content in laying in the grass. “I wanted your baked goods. You silly, silly girl.” The girl twitched with shock, as her mouth hung open. Her tears had longed stopped and just left wet trails down on her cheeks. She moved one of her hands to wipe away the tears. “You could have been more specific.” She pouted cutely. Moral of the story (Even though there’s more than one.): Don’t assume everybody wants you.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 4:19 am
Okay. My entry for the music/lyric RP thingy sweatdrop The song I used is 'Numb' by Linkin Park Lyric RP Entry Feldane: Feminine young man with long red hair down to his knees. Wears a outfit similar to this (Yes I know, ignore da boobehs) Brothen: Masculine man with striking features, short cropped black hair, wearing a simple set of armor~I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface~Feldane as a child stands besides Brothen. His face strained with confusion as Brothen lays a hand upon his shoulder. Before him stands two other men, both garbed in warriors gear. The three men about him seem to be laughing and the hand upon his shoulder pats him with a firm weight. ~Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes~Child Feldane stands before Brothen garbed in leather armor much like Brothens. Brothen holds a wooden sword in one hand, and holds out a second one to Feldane who takes it. His face still fixed with uncertainty as Brothen smiles in a uncrule way. ~(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)~A flurry of movement, a clacking of wood on leather. Brothens sword strikes unerringly in multiple places upon Feldanes body, causeing the young man to stumble back and to the ground. Feldanes sword is cast aside, his arms wrapped over his head as Brothen looks darkly down upon the boy. ~I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware~A slightly older Feldane is jerked to his feet. His brow is sweaty and his hair slick. Exhaustion has drained his features of color and life. Tell tale blue bruises faintly show upon his face and one eye is a little swollen. Tears seem to cling to the corners of his eyes as a wooden sword is thrust back into his shaking hands. ~I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you~Teen Feldane creeps with his back bent through a low crawl space. Cob webs cling to various places as he wriggles through and into a nitch. Paper is strewen everywhere here, a pillow propped in a corner and a corked waterskin beside it. A battered lyre rests upon the pillow. Feldane's head twitchs towards the wooden wall as a voice roars his name faintly outside. ~Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control~Brothen stands before Feldane, fist clentched about some papers, shaking them in the young boys face as he continues to yell. ~Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you~Brothen turns, the battered lyre in his other hand as Feldane speaks to him with hands outstretched. ~(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you~Brothen turns to the pleading Feldane, the hand with the lyre lashing out. Cracking Feldane in the chin, he sends the boy sprawling to the floor. Tears flowing from Feldanes eyes as he watchs Brothen turn and throws the lyre into the lit fireplace with enough force to crack and shatter the wood. ~(Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take~Feldane staggers, blood running down the side of his face from a cut by his brow. His wooden sword bare's dents all along it's sides as Brothen smiles and nods. ~I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware~Brothen launch's himself into another series of attacks, Feldane blocks them with quickened reflex's. While Brothen's eyes shine with approval, Feldanes are dull and withdrawn. ~I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you~Feldane crouch's in a small closet, a candle burning low in one hand as a book is open in the other. His face is twisted with physical pain as he reads over the words. A black and white image of a man strumming a lute with musical notes wavering over his head is printed in one corner. ~And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you~Feldane falls to his knee's, his fist clentched tightly in one hand. Opening it reveales a ornate gold and sapphire locket. Flicking it open, Feldane looks with tears openly running from his eyes upon a picture of a young man and woman standing side by side with wide happy smiles upon their faces. The man has grey hair and wears the long flowing dress robes of a mage, as does the woman. In the womans arms a small baby with red hair is cradled. A small boy with black hair and a giant smile on his face waves a toy sword in the air. ~I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware~Feldane closes his fist on the locket and reachs out to grab hold of a tombstone to pull himself to his feet. The tombstone is large, split down the middle with two seperate epitahs written in either space. 'Here lies Gabe. Loving Father and Husband. Victim of a black illness. May he rest well in Gods Grace.' 'Here lies Jodi. Loving Mother and Wife. Victim of a black illness. May she rest well in Gods Grace' ~I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you~Feldane shoulders a pack and begins to walk from the tomb stones. Every step taken is a little quicker, until he is in a full run. His eyes are bleary with tears, head bowed as every step takes him further from the gravesite. The glowing after image of both Gabe and Jodi are unseen by him, the two holding each other with heads bowed as Gabe lifts a hand, and allows a white light to flash out to the running Feldanes back, enveloping him completely. When the light fades, the young man is gone, and the two spirits fade from sight. ((And just for clarification, Feldane is the one I'm writing about. sweatdrop As an anthro..I figured if he were picked I'd just let Dji decide what he reappeared as. ninja ))
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