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 Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 10:54 am
Daegonna's thrill of victory died when she realized that the explosion of blood had not been enough. The energy that bound her tightened, sharpened, and crushed the air from her lungs. The girl let out a strangled cry, inadvertently letting go of her last breath of air.
She heard Seraphim's voice in her mind, but couldn't quite summon the focus to respond. As darkness crept in from the edges of her vision, she realized she had a way out of this: Seraphim's gift.
She just had to stay conscious long enough to use it.
Then darkness claimed her, but in that darkness was a little ray of hope.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 10:58 am
.: Eugh... women. Typical! :.
*Visciously kicking the dirt, Seraphim growled and let his aura spring free. People LITERLLY fled from him as reality flickered and ripped, tearing and rending as the dragons that normally moved around him roared out of the rips to court his body like lovers.
Annoyed and aggravated at having his fun interuptted, he sighed and wandered off in search of rum until Dae deigned to come to and call for his aide. She was going to owe him BIG time for this.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 12:25 pm
Daegonna was back in moments, gasping for breath, and cradling her right arm. Blood dripped down it from somewhere beneath her sleeve.
She straightened, and dusted off her coat with her uninjured hand.
Then Daegonna made her way towards Seraphim, bracing herself for more anger.
She managed to salvage some of her dignity, and forced a smile as she approached Sera, tugging her bloodied glove off from her right hand.
"Sorry about that." She said dryly as she peeled back her sleeve to examine the wounds. They were old. Sort of. Iden's bonds had just split open old cuts. From the part of her forearm that was visible, it looked like a series of intricate designs cut into her skin with a very thin, sharp knife.. It was a number of interlocked veves for those who could recognize them. The cuts had turned to angry red scabs, but were not healing well. That, of course, was the point.
Daegonna's struggles against O Kuni and Iden had reopened them, and blood trickled down from several parts.
"Iden has been corrupted. He tainted the others, I..." Daegonna sighed, and dropped her hands to her sides.
"I can't believe I couldn't sense it, or..." She trailed off again, then finally looked up at Sera.
Should she tell him she was going back? Should she tell him she'd be meeting Iden again, and probably walking into yet another trap?
Nah.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 12:25 pm
He'll either get over it or he'll get killed trying. Besides which... you cant taint the already tainted. b***h'll cope. Hell, she'll probably thrive once she gets past the hypocrisy.
*Sera was sulking. You could tell by the fact he'd crossed his arms, covering his tatts, and the fact his serpents were savaging EVERYTHING that got within ten foot of him. The ground under his feet was a dull red with heat from his aura, but the pouty teenager only had eyes for Dae*
When you go see him next... tell him if he calls me your 'boy toy' again, I'll gut him like a fish and feed him his own intestines.
*Stubbing out his smoke, he stopped leaning againt the stall edge and stalked forwards. He was walking sex appeal on legs and he never sulked for long... besides - he'd rather do something ABOUT his melancholy. And so he approached Dae, reaching out to tilt her chin up to him*
Now then, dark butterfly, I think you owe me for skipping out in the middle of our shopping trip.... may I?
*He dipped his head to her bloody arm, eyes never leaving hers as he asked permission to lap at the rich vitae staining her body*
A lady should never look dishevelled unless she is in bed, correct?
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 12:42 pm
Daegonna's lips twisted in a wry smirk. He was right.
She was well aware that Seraphim was sulking, but wasn't really in a good enough mood herself to try and lure him out of it. She doubted he'd sulk for long anyway.
He said 'when you go see him next.' I guess he knows I'll be going back then. Daegonna mused. Ah well. 'Least he's not gonna try'n stop me.
"I'll tell him." Was all she said, that smirk still on her lips.
As he approached her, Daegonna tensed a bit, half expecting Sera's serpents to turn their wrath on her. She'd hate to have to stab him, right now. It'd put her in a bad mood.
As he reached out to gently lift her chin, she nearly pulled away, but then she let him. She hesitated at his question. She'd never willingly let anyone feed from her, bite her, or anything of the sort. She'd given blood to the pool at Roan's shrine, but that was different. For a moment, she looked like she was going to refuse.
Then she smiled, and nodded.
Beneath her long-sleeved duster, the Veves ran all the way up the outside of her right arm, and curved over her shoulder and onto the right side of her upper back. There were several places where the cuts had been reopened throughout the whole design. The sleeve of the duster itself was dark with blood as well. Daegonna sighed. It'd be a pain to wash those stains out.
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 9:54 am
*Sera grinned. Bowing like a gentleman, she let his lizard like tongue spill from his lips, cool and damp, trailing it up her arm ever so softly. He let the pointed tip dip into the wound on her lower arm, slowly sliding the duster down her shoulders until all the material bunched at the crook of her arm.
Lifting his head, he breathed warm breath over her as he moved above the material, then licked up her upper arm, moving closer so his lips also brushed her skin.
As gentle as the cherubic namesake he bore, Sera moved up to her shoulder, sliding behind Dae to rest his claws on her upper arm, whispering his lips not down to the rest of the wound, but up to her neck, which he kissed lightly before stepping back*
Divine. Now. The shirt. I want an opinion. One way...
*He leant back in, licking her ear*
...or another.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 12:57 pm
Daegonna shivered as Sera's cool, clever tongue made it's way over the wounds on her arm, dipping into the blood and split skin. She winced a bit, but did not draw away. Her heart fluttered in her chest as his lips and tongue brushed over her warm, soft skin. As he drew away, she felt a rush of simultaneous relief and disappointment.
She turned to survey him, her eyes roving over him as she admired the shirt. It was beautiful, and, of course, it looked stunning on Seraphim.
She grinned, and nodded.
"Gorgeous." She said, shivering again as his tongue trailed up her sensitive ear.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 3:55 pm
The cainite General walked through the market staring at several stores, bartering with some of the shopkeepers and even slapping a few young demonic pickpockets as he went. The Cainite liked this place it was full of the old world, untouched by events that affected him and the rest of the world. It never changed its people came and went but the force and spirit never died. He rolled the slevees of his shirt up and grinned to himself searching slowly for a smoke.
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 4:07 pm
*The joys of the market also had their downsides.
It was a DEMON market. And demons had hooves. Thus, the sound of such wasnt unusual here.
On the other hand, when six hooves moved one beast, and such a beast radiated the crisp of winter wherever he went... not to mention the terrible aura of malignant evil... it wasnt like Ice was going disguised.
The crowds parted around him. Many knew who, or at least WHAT he was, and those that didnt werent stupid enough to stick around and find out. Ice was old world. He wore his age like a well worn jacket, comfortable and assured.
Six legs made for speed, and he came up behind Dagoth likely before the General would have time to react, but he meant no harm. Indeed, he expected the kindred to turn, and when he did... Ice had smokes in his hand, already proferred*
I was waiting for you to break cover without your aides around you. Smoke? And prehaps somewhere to get a drink?
*those horrible pink eyes were as innocent and calm as they ever could be, belying the nature of the beast beneath. But it would seem that for now at least.... the Elder meant no harm. He wished, it seemed, to talk*
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Posted: Sat Aug 28, 2010 2:06 pm
"Hope you waited at least an interesting amount of time."
Dagoth turned and smiled deeply, taking a smoke and motioning to the small cafe to their left. The cainite would take a strole over with or without Ice, sitting comfortable in the old white metal chair. Dagoth ordered a coffee and tapped the ash into the tray resting in the centre of the table.
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2010 3:54 am
Oh, you could say Ive been keeping myself busy in the meantime, DeSeer.
*Trotting easiy after Dagoth, Ice changed his form mid stride, reducing his body mass, losing the antlers and taking on his NORMAL faun form. Interestingly, he was STILL only showing the viral tattoos across a small part of his chest, and his once-clear hair was a very very unnatural blue. Like a certain someone else both he and Dagoth knew...
Sitting with practiced ease despite the angle of his legs, Ice ordered french toast and orange juice, sitting back while they waited, and watchign Dagoth closely with those angelic eyes*
So, how are you enjoying it? Is it worth it? Honestly?
*Ice was fairly certain Dagoth would guess what he alluded to. But... if not, he;d have toomuch fun expanding on the point for him*
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