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 Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 11:03 pm
 It had been several days since that bloody night spent in the tiny cave, and though he seemed to be very adverse to her using her healing abilities to aid in his recovery, he seemed to be improving immensely. Her own recuperation was progressing at a slower rate, as she had explained to him- several times, in fact- that she was physically incapable of healing herself, but they were certainly out of danger for the moment.
He hadn't roused until nearly noon of the next day following that night, and upon seeing the crimson hues finally open, she had almost immediately succumbed to her own exhaustion, a light, fading smile gracing her maw under the disapproving glare and concerned scolding that followed her into her dreams. For once, her sleep was void of nightmares- it appeared his vigilant guard had even warded away her inner demons for the time being.
Their conversations were light, mostly questions about how the other was doing, whether they needed to stop and rest... though his inquiries were always a bit more insistent than her own. A wry smile came to her lips at the thought, shifting in her position among the tall weeds that decorated the small clearing that they currently occupied. Neither had said much concerning the changing relationship between them, although Amaya was sure Shyam could tell that she wanted to ask. She didn't press, however, and neither did he- the extended periods of silence between them were not awkward, but thoughtful.
Breath catching slightly as she brought her legs under her once more, she pushed up from the ground with a subdued grunt of discomfort- her broken bones had not mended yet, though they were well on their way- she still preferred to keep the outward displays that she was in pain to a minimum, since Shyam seemed to be undergoing some change into a rather overprotective guardian. Not that she wasn't grateful, but his attention should be focused on his own recovery, not hers.
Breathing a sigh of relief as she stood up straight, she felt a peculiar sensation, though it was slowly becoming familar to her- and slowly looked up to meet his calculating stare. It was almost eerie, the way he seemed to be able to look right through her, and on the one occasion she had told him so, he had only snorted and told her that no one could read minds. That wasn't precisely what she had meant, but he seemed to have a talent for misinterpretations, so she let it go.
The only thought lingering in her mind now, however, was how much longer he intended to stay with her. She knew that, on some level, he was fond of her company, although she doubted that he craved it in the same way that she craved his. He thought he was dangerous to her- in much the same way she knew she was dangerous to him- but she longed to make him understand that she was willing to undertake it despite the risk, if he was. He hadn't believed her the last time she had broached the subject, and she intended to try again... but every time crimson met silver, her resolve crumbled, and her voice deserted her.
Dismissing the thoughts for a moment with a shake of her head, she offered what she hoped was a reassuring smile, limping over to his unwavering form with a slightly quicker gait than in previous days.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 29, 2009 7:23 pm
Shyam found her presence unexplainable and positively astounding. He couldn't understand why she cared, much less understand her motives behind such a feeling. He could offer her nothing outside of promising to do his best not to attempt to consume her; thankfully his blood lust was often quelled and in control. . . though he chose to devour other soquili, he could just as easily live without. There were enough rodents and mammals and various familiars lurking around that made just as delicious a treat. . . .
Still, even without a desire to draw blood, the unikalona's presence remained a mystery. She had saved his life, had put her own in danger for the sake of his. . . why, why, why!? It just plum didn't make sense and Shyam desperately tried to comprehend the reasoning. There was no reasoning behind it, really, except that she was delusional and fancied to play hero. But what sort of glory would come by saving him? He certainly was no good stallion, and had the heavens ready to condemn him to an eternity of damnation. He was a killer that cared little of his victims; he found pleasure in their pain, and found pleasure in corruption of the innocent. The chains he wore were nothing more than a symbol of those he damned. . . he could remove the heavy burden anytime, and yet, he chose to wear it.
Amaya knew this. . . . she had to know. So why would she continue to stick around?
Round and round the stallion warred with himself. He knew it wasn't worth his effort to continue to try to understand, he had made it clear that Amaya could leave at any moment she wished; and yet, still they were together. To Shyam, it made no sense.
Crimson eyes glanced over, ears flicking forward as Amaya's voice broke through the silence. The stallion gave a small smile and a slight shake of his head, his stubby tail twitching. "What's there to tell? I'd prefer not to bore the lady." As if he were some sort of gentleman. . . . Changing the subject, the stallion gave a shuffle of his wings. He still hurt, but had fared well enough. . . at least they were up and walking. "How are you feeling?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 11:02 pm
It was obvious, from day to day, that Shyam still did not understand her reasoning for remaining at his side- she could see the doubt in those crimson hues even now, and it pained her as much as it steeled her resolution to show him, to prove to him that it wasn't some random bout of insanity or a thoughtless whim. She could see the chaotic maelstrom of whatever inner war he was fighting every time he met her gaze, and it troubled her deeply.
Despite the rapidly deteriorating hope that she had retained over her decision, however, the darkness was banished at the gentle smile that adorned his dark features, and her doubts seemed to evaporate for the time being- they would certainly make a reappearance later, but for now, it was pointless to dwell on. Her own smile, having dimmed in response to her dismal musings, made itself known once more from beneath her mask as she listened to his words. Even his voice was a comfort- though low and gruff, it held a warmness that Amaya would bet that few others had ever had the honor of hearing, and it lifted her heart.
"What makes you think you could bore me?" she inquired with what could have been a teasing grin lilting the corners of her mouth, tilting her head to one side in an innocent gesture. "Unless you really think that I wouldn't understand the brilliant musings you mull over in that head of yours." She pretended to sound affronted, though the image was ruined by the growing smile upon her face. Amaya was many things, but playful and teasing were completely alien to her- yet with this stallion, she was comfortable enough to allow herself that sort of liberty.
He was more of an influence than he knew. She hoped he could understand that, someday.
The question that followed almost prompted her for a dramatic sigh and eyeroll, as she had heard that same question so many times in the previous few days- but the genuine care and concern in his rough tones made her reconsider, shifting her weight experimentally and stretching out her wings so she could demonstrate her better condition- that she was perfectly fine, thank you- but the tiny wince that followed was what she feared would give her away. It was barely noticeable even without her mask- she was a master at hiding emotion and superficial injuries- so it was likely he wouldn't even notice.
Though it burned like the seventh layer of hell and she could still feel the bones shifting in her wounded wing, she continued the motion until she was at her full wingspan, offering a meaningful glance towards his larger form with a small smile. "I'm fine, thank you. As you can see." And inside she was wondering kuso, how long did it take for bones to heal? Retracting the leathery appendages slowly, she breathed an inward sigh of relief as they settled against her sides once more, and the acute ache dulled into a slow throbbing that was much more tolerable. She still had her pride, after all- and if it eased his own concerns and got him to consider his own welfare for once, it was well worth the effort.
Her silvery gaze shifted into a gentle concern, however, as her eyes alighted on his haggard form, softening as they traced over his slumped stance, his bloodstained fur, and the tiredness that permeated his being. "What about you?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 3:41 pm
Shyam was also healing, especially with Amaya's ministrations, but he had yet to really kick back in to his old self. His pride was still wounded from such a defeat, even more so by requiring assistance and aid from Amaya. Strange how the tables had turned, but her company was strangely endearing. Though she was quiet and could even come off as pensive and reclusive, there was a kindness to her that he hadn't seen elsewhere. . . . A kindness part of him wanted to smother, to corrupt, but the other part desired nothing more than to keep.
Though her smiles were weak, they were important and to be cherished. Even if it was by a fallen.
The stallion's crimson gaze narrowed slightly as Amaya stretched out her wings. Though her expression never changed, the stallion also understood that crushing her beneath him would still take time. Even if she claimed to be healed, to be fine, the fallen male knew that she too was not entirely well. Chances were, she was stubborn enough to (like him) claim full health when there were obvious setbacks involved.
Silly mare. . . .
Still, Shyam was too exhausted to argue with her. His disheveled and tangled tail gave a wag, the heavy chains around him clinking together, echoing his every move. "I would not insult you in such a manner," he stated with a firm nod, fangs gleaming. "If I could understand my thoughts myself, then perhaps I would be more willing to share. As it is, I fear you'll have to do with out." It was true, Shyam honestly hadn't a clue why things had gotten so strange. . . All thanks to Amaya.
With his angel entering his life, he had found in him a kindred spirit ... or at the very least, one he had no intention of eating. And strangely enough, the spirits had brought him to his side again. . . . And that second time, she had saved him. Had caught him from his fall from the heavens, had taken his fall in risk of her own life. And she had yet to leave. . .
Even with being as healed as she lay claim to, she had yet to abandon him. Why, why, why!? Her care was foreign to the stallion and he couldn't fathom a reason; he had not tried to seduce her, he had not lied whispered-nothings in her ear, had not laid on the charm in corrupting an innocent mind. Yes, he had played games with many a mare (and stallion) before if only to watch them fall from their purity. . . .he had tolerated their presence only to get them to do the obscene, to kill another, to embrace their more gluttonous halves. . . .
But to Amaya? He had done nothing. . . nothing, and yet she still lingered.
Shyam just didn't know what to do and stranger still, he did not wish for her to go so quickly. He would never admit such a thing, but he could feel it, foreign a sensation it was. As the days had passed, the stallion couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there was more to Amaya than he remembered. . .? If he desired her presence perhaps. . . . perhaps she was the one he had fallen from grace for? Was she the one he had left the heavens for, his angel come down. . .?
A mare. . .there was something about a mare. . . . something important about them. . . .and Shyam couldn't help but wonder if she were it. Would the fates truly be so kind? And though he searched for a mare he couldn't possibly know for sure. . . so would he continue to have to keep searching?
Such a wretched memory, and yet, being with the quiet unikalona felt so DIFFERENT from everything. Why did she have to be so damned frustrating!? Why, why, why!?!
The winged male gave a grunt and nod to Amaya as she proved her ability. They were both healing, albeit slowly, but that meant they could soon get back to their old selves. He could go back hunting and she would return to her duties, whatever they might be. "I am quite well," he finally spoke, shuffling his ragged wings although the attempt was only half-hearted. "You've spoiled me with that horn of yours," he added, a small smirk crossing his features as his gaze reached up to meet her own. "To think I might have met my match if it hadn't been for you."
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 11:33 am
A rueful smile graced her features, though somewhat dry in its appearance. "Do not humor me, you would have survived without my help. I am merely glad you were not forced to." Whether or not he would actually have survived his fall and lived to tell the tale might have been subject to debate from any other individuals, and perhaps Amaya was somewhat naive in thinking that it was impossible that he would have died, but he was stronger than he gave himself credit for- that much she was sure of. He was most certainly stronger than her.
If he had survived a fall from grace, why not a fall from the skies?
It was incredible, how much one's outlook could change under the influence of just one soul... one kindred spirit, who was able to look past what she was, and what she was not. There were times that she pondered if she was deserving of such a... what was he, exactly? Companion? Friend? ...Lover? No... none of those fit, but Amaya was not entirely sure there was a word befitting of what he was to her. Every day, it seemed that more and more she was tempted to ask, but every time she seemed to gather the words, it did not feel like the appropriate time or place. Besides, what was there for him to say?
Something stirred then, in the depths of her stomach, as the coppery-sweet scent of blood filled the air.
Abruptly, she froze, her dark form going rigid as a chill swept down her spine. That could not have been what she thought it was. She would not accept it. It was too soon, in too much the wrong place, at too much the wrong time, and- oh Kami- in entirely the wrong company. Inwardly, she prayed. Prayed to the gods above that it was not what she feared, that it could be suppressed for another day. Her form remained stiff and terrified, silver hues turning inward as she searched for another sign that it was not what she so feared.
A heartbeat.
Two.
And then it throbbed again.
Hunger. But not for grass, not for oats or any form of sweet fruit that she could tide herself over with to quiet it. The silent lust, the constant ache, the unyielding thirst that was always there, buried beneath the surface, for the taste of blood- the shameful secret she hid from the world with the desperation of a dying soul.
No.
Oh no, dear God, no. Not in front of him, not with him. She would tear him to shreds, rip those beautiful wings into tatters and devour him piece by piece. And even if he survived, if he fought her- he would never look at her again.
It was a miracle in and of itself that he had accepted what she was without qualms, the walking contradiction of healer and killer- he'd even called her 'angel', for God's sake; didn't he know he should be referring to her as 'demon'?- but if he were to lay those knowing crimson eyes on what her baser instincts reduced her to... the mere thought of it was unbearable. She had survived ridicule before, survived the constant degradation and crass insults of those who knew nothing beyond their own biased perspectives, but she would not survive his rejection. Not when he had allowed her to glimpse what she considered to be a true rakuen- her own personal paradise, where nothing else mattered except the two of them. She wanted to protect that, to cherish it, even after his presence had long faded and he left her to fly into the dark depths of the sky- she would always remember it fondly.
But not like this. Not if her bloodlust comsumed her- and him.
"Nigete," she breathed out, silvery hues becoming hazy and distant as she fought an inward battle, every muscle in her tired body fighting against her commands. "Run, Shyam... run!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 2:33 am
There was a change that happened between them; a change so apparent, so thick and heavy that one could practically touch it. Shyam's ears pricked as the mare before him visibly tensed, a small gasp leaving him to feel both concern and curiosity.
What was going on . . . .?
His nostrils flared lightly as he took in his surroundings; there was no one near, just the two of them and their wounded and recovering bodies. The delicious scent of blood lingered but Shyam thought little of it. In fact, if anything was wrong it wasn't their environment that posed the problem, it was Amaya. His eyes narrowed lightly, brows coming together in concern as he took a step closer.
"Amaya. . . ." He breathed, the concern readily apparent and present. She had been fine before, albeit just as hurt as he. Had she taxed her strength. . ? Was there some internal damage neither of them had known that was only now wounding her. . . ? The way her muscles bunched, the way she closed her eyes, there was something going on that, something that was going to happen and he'd be damned if he listened to her.
Run? Of all the ridiculous commands. . . Pride reared its ugly head and the stallion gave a snort of dismissal. Like he would ever be caught dead running from someone, or something. Pride had been something he'd suffered for awhile, and it was where many of his scars came from. He would not run until he chose to dismiss himself, he would not abandon this mare to some trauma or hurt or pain or . . . whatever it was that was happening.
"Are you . . . all right. . .? What is it you need, what is it you're ailing from?" His words were soft, and surprisingly gentle as he studied her. There was no fear, though he honestly hadn't a clue on what was coming or what was happening. Just raw concern. . . This mare wasn't like the rest. This angel was something special and important; perhaps this was the one he had fallen from grace for. . . . The more he thought of it, the more he came to the conclusion she was.
Truly Amaya could be no other. . . .
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 3:12 am
He wasn't running.
Dear Kami, he was still there. Coming closer, inquiring to her health in those gentle tones... he had to get away. Didn't he understand... she had no control over herself like this?! That she would sooner tear his throat out than show any ounce of repentance, than listen to that sweet, damnable worry that was oozing from his every word? Her other half wouldn't care what kind of concern he showed her... its only thoughts were of satiating that mindless need for blood and flesh!
"It's... coming out!" she gritted through clenched fangs, forcibly taking a step away from him, glittering wings folding themselves in an attempt to draw herself further away... though Amaya knew it was a useless gesture. He wouldn't run, and she could not control herself enough to do it for him... Kami, he might even try to follow. "Onegai," she pleaded through burning eyes, clenched tightly shut, though they forced themselves open enough to implore his own gaze. "Please... please... run!" The silvery hues were taking on a crimson sheen not dissimilar to his own, though the franticness of her eyes darting about belied her slow loss of control. The smell of blood was stirring her dormant instincts... making the hunger rage out of control, making her mind hazy to all but the ache of her belly and the need for his blood.
She could never forgive herself for this. She knew, beyond words, beyond hope, what the outcome of this night would be. Already, she could feel her consciousness being brutally forced back, lengthened fangs snapping shut only inches away from his maw in an involuntary reflex. "Hungry..." she grunted out in a voice not entirely her own, though it was unclear even to her if it was another attempt at a warning, or simply a vocalization of her need.
She fought the darkness that threatened to consume her conscious mind, refusing to simply sleep through this. Her childhood bloodlusts had always been painless events, losing herself one night and simply awakening the next morning with a dead animal in her jaws... but this time, she would not allow herself to be dead to the world. Her body, her fangs, her talons were the ones who would rip into his body... and it was only just that she force herself to watch. It was torment, but only what she deserved for being too weak to overcome this. It did not mean, however, that she would stop fighting. No matter how hopeless it was.
Almost faster than her own mind could register the movement, her body lunged forward, jaws open and fangs bared as she attempted to sink them into that delicious flesh that he left so unguarded... as if he trusted her so much not to be the beast that she truly was.
'IIE!'
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 4:42 am
The stallion gave another snort, though his own muscles began to tense. His still broken wings flared lightly, the chains which seared his flesh jingling and clanking at his stiff motions. Despite her warnings, despite her obvious struggle with some inner-demon, Shyam once against refused to listen.
This was something he would not compromise on. . . . He would not leave her after coming to terms with who she was. Or at least accepting the fact that this mare was the one he decided to fall for. He was far too selfish a beast to leave her alone, especially in a time of need. He would be there for her and no one else. . . . He would help her through whatever this . . . thing. . . . was and that was final.
No one would sneak in and be able to rescue his angel. She was his and that was just how things were going to be. If one imagined Shyam to struggle with these thoughts, than they would be both right and wrong; since meeting Amaya months before, since she rescued him from the skies weeks earlier, he had fought with defining her.
How often had he seduced mares? How often had he talked them in to doing evil deeds or corrupting the pure with hostility and hate? How often had he feasted upon a particularly tasty looking female only to offer condolences to their daughters at a later date? He was by no means a kind creature. . . .
But he wasn't completely tainted either. He had felt emotion and love before, which had been why he'd fallen from grace to begin with! He had loved another more than the gods, or so he'd thought, and while his mind was stripped of memory. . . shattered. . . broken. . . . . he had no placed Amaya as that mare.
And now that she was it, letting her fight through such a battle alone was completely out of the question. His tail swished idly behind him as he waited for something. . . anything. . . to happen. His resolve grew strong as she retreated, pleading with him to run.
Saying nothing, he canted his head only slightly as her eyes changed hue. It was as if she were. . . . hmm. Shyam wasn't stupid nor was he a fool. She was part-kalona, part-unicorn and as such he could only guess that she were struggling with. . .it. Whoever, or whatever, it was.
Shyam could handle it. . . and Shyam would.
It was then that Amaya struck. Part of the stallion was surprised at the viciousness of her attack, but another part of him had counted on something happening. But was she attacking just to drive him away or was she legitimately desiring him harm? Either way, he was pleased even as he defended him, jerking back with the snap of her jaws merely inches from his shoulder and neck.
A battle . . . a battle with his angel. . . . Unfortunate, really, but he'd do what he'd have to do. He was a strong male and e wasn't afraid; still concerned for the ebony mare, certainly, but for his own safety he hardly gave a second thought. Over-confident, as usual, but he also understood her own strengths. . . This wouldn't be easy, even more while trying to defend himself without fully harming her!
". . . where did you go, Miss Amaya. . .?" Wings still unfurled, he waited for her next move, slowly retreating to keep space between them.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2009 2:19 am
Had Amaya been in control of her own body at that point, she might have sagged in utter relief at seeing Shyam successfully dart out of the way of her attack. As it was, she was helpless to stop the malicious, bloodthirsty and downright feral grin that curved the corners of her mouth, almost salivating at the smell and sight of the healthy angeni stallion. While the kalona half of her cried out for blood, lusted after it, and set its malevolent sights on Shyam, her conscious mind cried out for this to stop, to let him go, for please dear Kami to let this end. Someone else, anyone else, just not him.
Shyam had so quickly become an irreplacable fixture in her life, always the steady anchor, always a helping wing or shoulder to lean on... he had never even considered her mixed heritage, never questioned how an abominable cross of blood had led to her existence. Oh, he must have known she carried an inner torment, but this was beyond dark secrets, beyond shuttered gazes and sidestepped conversations. This was the part of herself that she had wanted to hide away from the world, to never let it see the light of day... and still, even in the undeniable face of its existence, he stood there, unmoved. 'Where did you go, Miss Amaya?' Oh, if only he knew.
Her sight was blurred, though Amaya could still make out his rigid form standing there, and she silently continued to beg him to run. A slow blink as she observed him there, and a single, salty drop of moisture fell from one crimson eye, barely glittering in the dimmed sunlight before it vanished beneath the steel of her mask.
It was, perhaps, the last outward sign of her inner struggle before she lost the battle for control completely.
Deadly fangs bared in a threatening snarl before the body that both was and was not Amaya lunged forth again, this time aiming for his throat as her wings spread and flapped in an effort to speed up her movements. There was no thought in her actions, no deliberation of strategy, only the mindless need to taste his blood and flesh, and the cries echoing in the beast's head were only a hazy afterthought. His words were meaningless, incomprehensible... 'Amaya' meant no more to her... it, than any other nonsensical sound.
Through the hopelessness and despair that clouded her every thought with vicious persistence, the desire to let herself drift away into nothingness and not witness the atrocity about to take place was strong... but Amaya owed it to herself, to her hahaue and aniki, to everything she was- but most of all to him- to fight until she could no more. This was new ground... the mere accomplishment of being alert and aware of herself in this state was something that she had not previously even considered.
As she watched her own body dart forward once again, intent on nothing but inflicting harm upon the one stallion she called 'friend', a new emotion came into being, swallowing the terror and fear that drove her every thought.
Anger.
No... it was hate.
This... thing, that was her and was not- she refused to accept that she could simply become this, and destroy everything that she loved. She wanted to hurt it. She wanted to kill it- would take her own life just to see it die with her. It had no soul, no conscious mind, not even a body of its own- but she needed to grasp something, anything to lay the blame on, even if it was a part of herself. She refused to acknowledge that anything this monstrous could have been born of her pure-hearted mother.
Amaya found herself hoping that Shyam would give this beast the death it deserved.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 6:49 pm
Shyam couldn't help but be amused. Strangely enough, the fact that she was trying to kill him was a bit of a relief for the fallen angeni. Overall she was still in tact, she was healthy, and apparantly lusting for his doom and blood. If that was all that had been wrong with her. . . well. . . . . really, it was't anything he couldn't handle.
In fact, there was a part of Shyam that found it ironic that the mare he had fallen from grace for, the mare the spirits had done their best to keep him from remembering, was no quite prepared to rip out his throat. There was an odd sense of humor in the ways of the spirits . . . . but it only made sense. He was a killer in his own right, a murderer who indulged in his gluttony and madness quite willingly. The angel within was nothing more than a vague memory, an idea and facet of him that had long since matured and been pushed to the background.
Shyam knew he had fallen from grace for a mare. . . . So sweet of her to want to mutilate him. The gods certainly had a sense of humor!
Still, despite his humor, the stallion kept himself on guard. He wasn't foolish and he knew that Amaya was a force to reckon with; she harbored a sharp horn and was powerful a mare. Weak and dithering weren't in her vocabulary, not at all! She was smart and harbored a great intelligence that he respected. . . . . Her cloven hooves could crush his bones, and if he weren't careful he might indeed wind up a snack to his dear angel.
But if that was the way to go, it was a death he wouldn't cringe from. . . .
"Really, love, we should talk. . . . If all you craved was a drink or nibble, all you had to do was ask. I would have gladly given!" His words were still kind and laced with affection, his crimson gaze bright. At her lunge, he dipped back, retreating and doing his est to stay on the defense.
Somehow he had to figure a way to snap her out of the state. . . . He could allow her to feast upon him in a controlled manner, but in her frenzied state now was not the time to do such a thing. Furthermore, he knew he'd soon have to reciprocate and lock imself in battle with her. . . .
But how to do damage to keep both alive and with minimal damage. . .? He didn't want his angel bruised after all. . .
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 12:25 pm
The beast did not comprehend the words spilling from the angeni stallion's mouth, glowing crimson irises focused intently on the source of the coppery scent of blood, and nothing else. The meaning, however, did not escape the suppressed consciousness lurking beneath the surface, desperate to make herself heard.
How could he be so easygoing about this? To offer her darker side a taste of his own flesh? Did he still not realize exactly what she was? What she had become? And how dangerous such an offer was? He had called her 'angel', when she had fallen so far from grace that she could feel the very flames of hell licking at her haunches. And even now, when her darkest, most coveted and shameful secret had been exposed, when it was her own fangs hungering for his lifeblood, all she could see within those ruby irises was concern and warmth. She had told him to run, and still, he acted as though he had not heard her- that her life was more important.
It was a travesty.
The demon did not care for niceties, for the offer of a taste or the show of concern from the dark stallion- its mouth watered merely at the sight of his flesh, and the muscles of its borrowed body tensed in anticipation, glittering, leathery wings spreading in preparation for another attack. Amaya's own attemps to deter her instincts, to focus on something other than Shyam and the tempting picture that he presented, were futile. Glistening fangs bared, one silver cloven hoof pawing at the ground in impatience while her unicorn tail whipped from one side to another.
Playtime was over.
In one swift movement, her body was airborne, curved in an almost graceful arc as she lunged at him, wings folding forward to brandish the deadly-sharp talons adorning the joints towards his chest. Once again, the cry of defiance and despair that surfaced was lost in the oceans of Amaya's consciousness, crimson eyes flickering briefly to their gleaming silver before being consumed wholly by the demon's lustful glow, her attempt lost before it had even begun.
'Onegai... onegai, Shyam... tasukitekue...'
It was selfish, perhaps, to want to be saved when her destruction had come about by her own weakness... but her conscience could not bear to see any more blood spilled on her own account, by her own body.
'Please... end this.'
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Posted: Fri Mar 05, 2010 6:06 am
Shyam didn't want to have to fight, strangely enough. Though he wasn't afraid of Amaya, he didn't like the thought of his own teeth ripping in to her or his hooves bruising her body. Strange how he might happily attack an innocent colt or bring the largest stallion down with seduction . . . only to feast upon his body even while he still lived. But Amaya was different. . . Surely she was his angel, the one he had given up his grace for. Surely, she was the one his heart belonged to the most.
Still, he couldn't allow her to mutilate him completely. No, he would fight her, but he would keep his blows minimal and avoid causing any fatal damage. "Beautiful even when savage," he cooed, jerking back as she pounced at him with the sharp spikes of her wings exposed. A set of his bandaged wings flew forward in an attempt to cover his face and front, allowing her wings to tangle with his feathers as a barrier. So they'd get ripped and maimed, he had a second set to fly with, thankfully.
Still, the stallion braced himself for the attack, pausing his retreat to face Amaya head on. Rearing back as she landed so close, he pushed forward with his front hooves, hoping he might keep her at bay or at least push her back with his strength. Let her thrash and flail. . . Perhaps an airborn battle might keep her preoccupied until the blood-lust passed.
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 12:29 am
Beautiful.
He had called her 'beautiful', even while her conscious mind was so deeply immersed within the throes of her bloodlust. Oh, the beast had control, but the words were crystal clear through the haze of hunger and rage that had consumed the forefront of her instinctive mind.
What was beauty, exactly? The stars of the night sky were beautiful, of course, the ocean against a setting sun was beautiful in all its splendor, her mother was a picture of graceful beauty... but in what, twisted, dark way could Shyam possibly consider her to be beautiful? He had an affinity for the darker side, to be sure, but to call the beast she had become- who was even at this moment, attempting to tear his throat out, that was desecrating every vow she had ever made to herself, insulting the memory of her dear mother with this savagery- beautiful? How... why... and even now, she did not have the strength to acknowledge him or refute the compliment- the simple ability to smile at him or even blush and turn her face away- the beast had robbed her of even this.
It should have been a precious memory she should have been able to treasure and lock away to look back upon in times of loneliness or doubt, even if she might not have believed in those words- but Amaya was not even allowed that.
It should have been sweet- but instead, it was almost cruel.
Shyam, in all his angelic magnificence, was most certainly beautiful in his own right. To consider a creature of darkness such as herself to hold a candle to his brightness... she could not even compare. And still, she was robbed of the simplest ability to tell him this.
Sharp-taloned wings flapped in annoyance as her lunge came to a standstill in the face of Shyam's bold halt and about-face, an animalistic snarl adorned the dark features of her masked face as again she pushed forward, crimson hues glimmering in the thrill of a fight, of first blood. She could smell it permeating the air, moistening her senses just enough to drive her mad in a dark haze of hunger and lust.
Powerful jaws parted as her head lunged forth to ensnare one of those bloodied wings in her fangs, already grinning savagely at the thought of finally having a taste of that delicious blood.
Amaya's inner cries were lost in the chaos.
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Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 6:49 pm
Shyam winced when Amaya's fangs grabbed hold of his bloodied wing. He felt the twist of bones and the pull of feathers as she tug and tore, flesh opening and his blood present. Given, it was just a wing and while annoying and irritating it might be he could certainly put up with the pain. It was Amaya, after all. . . Honestly, what wouldn't he give up for her?
She wished his blood, he would freely give it. If she wanted to kill him, while he would find preference in living so he might get to spend more time with her, if she was truly dedicated enough in her actions. . well. . . he'd certainly consider offering her his throat.
Chuckling lightly amidst the pain, he didn't bother pulling back and instead let her jew and rip at his feathers, bones and flesh. "Pity, love. . . We'd just managed to get it all healed too. Ah, but it is a small thing," he chattered, composed as ever and not at all concerned about the damage. Still, there was a slight crease in his brow to belie his calm . . it did hurt, but it was well worth the sacrifice.
"I can only hope my blood is good enough. . . " Shyam added with another laugh, giving his head a slight shake. He didn't want her to actually eat his whole wing off, so he'd have to be careful. He would take flight and rip his wing out of her jaws if necessary. Right now though he was curious about how she'd respond now that she had blood.
If she drank from him would she calm. . .? If he gave himself to her would she come to after the blood lust was finished? It was clear his precious lady of shadows needed to drink blood on a more regular basis. . . perhaps then she would be more in control.
He'd have to discuss the options with her provided she didn't get his jugular first. Thankfully, Shyam was a hardy creature. It would take a lot to kill him, even while he humored her.
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Posted: Thu Mar 18, 2010 7:17 pm
Oh, dear Kami, she felt it. Felt her fangs pierce through the newly-healed flesh of his wing, felt the blood coat her tongue, felt the beast salivate at the taste and feel while her heart cried out in agony at having to watch this. Watched in helplessness as the beast swiftly undid all of the good she had done- which admittedly wasn't much- for his healing, and tore into the angelic wings that she had admired so.
Why wouldn't he fight back? Did he not know that it was pure torture to have to watch this dark, ugly side of her rip into him for the taste of his flesh? And still... still he spoke to her kindly, gently, almost lovingly- even expressing that he was willing to give what she was so unwilling to take. Her heart might have swelled at the affection in his voice were it not already being torn in two at the sight of his wounds.
Wounds caused by her.
Amaya had known it was selfish to remain at his side, being fully aware of the dangers her other half presented. Had known that one day, she would have to turn away, if only to save him from a fate like this. Never, never had she wanted to witness the beast come out of hiding in the presence of a loved one... she had always been careful, before- it had never surfaced before her mother- but then again, she had usually felt bloodlusts coming on days before they would actually assert themselves. Now, because she had overestimated her control, had selfishly chosen to remain with him when she was fully aware of the consequences- now, Shyam was paying the price.
And stranger still, he did not seem to condemn her for it.
It was that thought alone that fueled a new source of strength and resolve to regain control, tearing her jaws away fron his wing with a violent shake of her head. A loud, savage cry tore from her throat as the war within was renewed, though it seemed still to be a hopeless battle. Within moments, those crimson eyes were focused intently back upon Shyam's bloodied form, tongue flicking out to lick at the blood that stained her ebony muzzle.
One silver cloven hoof pawed at the ground as she lowered her head, shoulders tensing and muscles quivering in anticipation as she prepared to charge, demon wings spreading to their full span. The only sign of any inner conflict was her madly twitching ears, seeming to flick rapidly in every direction, as if listening to a voice that only she could hear.
It did not seem to make enough of an impact, however, as abruptly, all her weight shifted forward into motion, and she charged.
If one were looking particularly closely at the hue of those ruby red irises, however, they might have seen a tiny glimmer of silver break through the glow, and with a sharp cry of anger and frustration, the beast's course veered off to the side, and collided heavily with a sturdy tree.
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