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 Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 8:24 pm
Ave: *SNARLSNAPGROWLWANTSTOSHREDSOMETHING*
Sala: Oh, get over yourself, you cad. *rolls her eyes* You are not that badass
Aveshar: Says a female who wouldn't know the truth if he bit her on the a**... *eyerollback*
Sala: What truth are you refering to, hmmm? I know more then enough truths to make you go bald, you ox.
Aveshar: Says the crazy little girl.. *huffs* Please... You aren't half as bad as you think you are, and you presume to judge me? Go play with broken dolls in your empty room, Little Girl.. Leave the real world to me...
Sala grinned, a fine trembling setting up in her limbs, eagerness. "I am far from a little girl, in case you have been stricken blind." She snapped on the empty air. "I have seen worlds of which you can only dream and have come out unscathed, Alive in a world of dead." A dark chuckle at at her. "You speak of the real world, Aveeeeee, when you know not what lays beyond your nose."
Aveshar laughed and shook his head. "You've not begun to see, Little Femme... Your depth of madness inhibits you... You must have a little more sanity to see that which is while you walk the line between it and what 'isn't'... And I'm afraid you've lost your scope..." He stalked up to her, proud and tall. "If you think a healthy dose of fear would improve you -as I happen to- I'd be all too happy to indulge."
Sala spat in his face before laughter over took her. "Half of me is what 'isn't,' you fool, or haven't you notice?" She snapped on the air again as her form rippled, tangable, visable, one moment, gone the next and back again the following. "Why should I fear something that can never harm me!" She snickered at him. "Why should you think you can change me at all?"
Aveshar grinned. "Don't you know, little girl? I'm a Dark Fayth.. I can touch all, that you are.." He stressed the all, stepping closer to her. "By virtue of my birth..."
Sala shook her head. "A Dark Fayth?" She took a step closer to him. "Such nonsense." A ripple of invisiblity passed through her. "All Fayths have been lost to this world for generations, though I have met one of the Dark Ones." Her words trailed off in a giggle. "He was fun to kill." She took another step forward. "Will you be as fun?" She looked him up and down. "I don;t think so."
Aveshar reached out and batted at the suddenly 'invisible' flakes, feeling them brush across the pads of his paws like strands of silk. He smiled, knowing she could feel his touch. "Born to a song that came to life, and survived death to return to her mate.. A mate that was a living song... I am a cocophony of impossibilities, Little Girl.. You know nothing of me... And as for how fun I would be to kill, that is not for you to know.." He grinned.
Sala jumped when he touched her flakes, snarl twisting her pretty features for a moment before smoothing out into a smile. She was only invisable, not intangable. There was such a difference. Sometimes she could never tell though. Her grin twisted into something darker. "A song come to life for a mate?" She hissed the word, anger flaring in her eyes. "Why would someone go through the trouble?" Her snarl faded a bit. "Why is it not for me to know?" Her claws dug into the earth before retracting then dug into the earth again.
"Why would I care about the motives of my mother or father?" He shrugged. "I certainly don't.. And as for the rest..." The smile that crossed his face was almost soley a tangibly vindictive pleasure he gained from irritating her. "Because you are not the one, Little Girl.. It shall take more than a mad femme to end me.."
"What about the Mad Femme?" Sala almost cocked her head to the side. "I kinda like that. Mad ghostling, maybe?" She chuckled to herself. "And I am not a little girl. What do I have to do to prove that to you?" She took a step closer to him, a low growl rumbling throug her. "I don't want to kill you yet."
Aveshar laughed, the tension that had been filling him turning to energy. "What do you want of me, Mad Femme?" He asked, humoring her for the moment.
Sala frowned for a moment, looking him, suddenly seeming lucid. She brought her head up high, every bit the princess she had been in her father pride before things started to go bad. "I would like your regard, sir. Nothing more than that." Her calm exterior slipped into a grimace. She shook her head, blue and purple feathers slashing the air irritably. "I do not know... I..." She snapped her teeth on air, snarling and leaping a few feet away from him. "Dark Fayth indeed." She snarled.
He laughed, and gave her a mocking bow, sweeping his tailfeathers in an elegant gesture that belied his cruel heart. "I warned you, Madling... I told you all I was at the beginning... Are you cross with me now that you find it is true?" He tutted and shook his head
Sala snarled at him, lips curled back from her teeth as far as they would go, baring them completely. "Vile being, hatefull creature." She growled, barely opening her mouth to speak. "Hate, hate, love, hate hate, love, hate you!"
Aveshar arched an elegant brow at her, drawing up to his full height again and advancing on her. "Mad, Littleing? What could I have done to earn your rage soo soon? I am what I am... As are you..." He leaned forward and nipped at her cheek, giving a rumbling purr near her ear before darting back. "Sweet Little Madling..." He laughed, tauntingly.
Sala hissed at him, slashing at him with her tail. "Not sweet, fool, Hateful fool." She snapped her teeth toward him. "Your existance infuraties me!" She shook her head and growled. "But..." She looked up at him, one eyes hating him, the other not. "Hate love hate you. and never touch me, never never touch me."
Aveshar watched her calmly, wondering if she would actually strike him... Wondering if she meant half of what she said, and then thinking she probably meant all of it.. With every opposing shard of herself.. "Come closer Ghostling... I can make it better." He purred, coaxing with all the honeyed venom his voice could hold. "Come closer..."
All the hair on her body stood at attention, fang bared. "No." She growled. "No no no no no." She spun around in circle, ending facing him again. "You are worse then the adder and more dangerous." She snapped on the air, flaked trembling with force of it. "You are better then wind thought he trees and more lovely." She shook her head, baring her fangs again. "What do you want from me? I will destroy you, you can't hurt me. YOu can't!"
"I can.. I can..." He crooned softly... So softly, his words were barely a whisper, barely a breath, yet they fell like lead upon her trembling figure. He watched her turn away, and then back, with deep satisfaction. "Just you, just you.. Come closer Ghostling... I can make you feel better.. Just a little better... I can make it worse..." He began to speak to both parts of her, cajoling, pleading and commanding all at once.
Sala shook her head rapidly. "You can't. I won't let you." She trembled angry, afraid. "Evil death... glory death." Her form wavered, visable then not then back. "NO! Stay out!" She backed way. "The Dark Ones have no hold here. Be gone! Be gone and gone and not gone!" The earth was shredded beneath her feet. "I am dead and you cannot harm me."
"I don't want to kill you.." He whispered, taking a step forward.. "Dead and not dead, Littleling, aren't we? Dead and not dead.. Pain so good... So sweet... I could be gentle.. Kindness can hurt.." He whispered and sang softly, words that he meant, nonsense words... Word that meant things to her...
Sala crouched down on her haunches, head almost between her front paws. "Demon, foul, vile, angry, evil, slime, hate." Her tone changed violently. "You speak a langage dead, man, die and die and live. Don't speak it. You haven't paid the price for it. You can't speak to me, not like that. Haven't paid the price!"
Aveshar arched a brow at all the names, but remained silent. When she was finished, he too crouched, tilting his head and considering her. "Some are born with rights other's earn, little Ghostling... I know you.. I know your heart... So torn.. So torn.. Hate, hate, love, hate hate... Poor Little Ghostling... I can make it better, I can make it worse.. I've paid, you've paid, we are alike.. Alike and different.. Different and the the same... Come play little Ghost, I can make it better...."
Sala shook her head, but it had less meaning then before. "No." It was more like a plea when a denial. "No no haven't no price." She looked him and growled weakly. "No no worse better. No. Why?" Salania bared her teeth then covered them again. "dead dead dead dead live. Can't be. You can't can't can't. Can't make it better, worse, angry." She swatted at his muzzle, claws extended.
Aveshar pulled back, taking the brunt the slap but missing most of the claws. "Now now, place nice, Ghostling.. I can help... I've paid.. Again and again... Alike... Alike... We are much the same, different than the others... Yes.. Yes.. Come play.. If not now, soon.."
Sala growled, dropping her head in between her paws. "No... Why why why." She trembled. "WHy did they put you in my path, why you. Vile truth. Hateful love." She crawled forward, keeping as low to the ground as possible. "Play... I don't want... want to play. Make me play? Leave me alone." She snaped at him again. "Make me play."
He watched her crawl forward, dark satisfaction welling up. "Come play, don't play..." He challenged, crouching, reaching out his nose to her. "Touch me, don't touch me.. Love me, don't love me... Hate, hate hate... But live, Little Death... Live and Die... Die.. Die... Come play..." He crooned and purred, markings glowing softly, eyes beckoning. "Sweet truth.. Dark Truth..."
Sala continued forward. "Love you hating me." She murmured. "Hate hate in your eyes." Her body was completely gone for a moment before it came back. "Hate hate hate, nothing but hate. Dark anger vexation pleasure dark dark dark dark hate." Her muzzle touched his gently harshly. Hesitantly and forcefully, her teeth grazing his fur. "Truth truth truth." "Give me truth."
"I could kill you all over again." He whispered. "Little deaths, a thousand little deaths.. Little pains.. Little pleasure... I hate loving you..." He growled with dark pleasure at the touch of her teeth, the brush of her muzzle. "I love hating you... Pain, pain, sweet dark pain... No games... All games..."
"Games." Sala growled. "Missed games, hate games" Emboldened by a lack of reaction she nuzzled him again, barely touching yet pushing through his skin, whiskers brushing, teeth snagging. "Death, pain. Life, love. Hate you hating me hate you loving me love you hating me love you loving me." Her tail twitched above her. "Play with me."
Aveshar made a soft crooning sound of encouragement. "Games." He echoed agreeingly. "I'll play.. No play.... All games, no games... Love to love you.. Hate to love you.. Love to hate you, Hate to hate you... Love and hate, love and hate... Truth and fate, truth and fate... Play games.. All games.. Little Ghost..."
A growl, angry and low, emerged. "Not little not little not anymore." Her own voice took on an attempt at his, darker, deeper, sleepy. "Prove to you, can't prove to you. Care, don't care." Her teeth grazed his skin harder. "Prove to me, prove to you."
"Little... Grown up... Little deaths, a hundred, a thousand.. My gift to you.. My curse on you... I'll prove it... I lie... I give you truth... Just try... Try for me... Care? Don't care..." He laughed and nipped at her, pleasure sounding in the noise. "Love to hate you.... Hate you over and over again.."
"Try..." Sala rolled the word, angry. "Prove ." She shuttered at the n**. "Don't care." She crawled forward a bit more, almost in his lap. "Give, don't give, please me, hurt me. Touch me, never touch me." She nipped at his ear. "Love you over and over again."
Aveshar purred and growled, brushing her as gently as he could with his muzzle, hatred in the gesture, biting her, backed by love.. "Give and take, take and give.. Live and die, die and live... Hurt you, hold you, mine, all mine... Over and over.. Love and hate, over and over.. Mine.. All mine..." He curled himself around her, striking her gently with the slap of his feathers.. "Mine, over again..
"Never yours, always yours." Sala growled, form going transparent when he bit her. "Take and give. Never die, never live." She nuzzled into his mane, jaws nipping the skin underneath. "Never mine, always mine. Never always. Love you hate you."
He growled softly at the feel of her fangs at his neck, nipping at her delicate throat. "Mine, never mine.." he agreed softly, growling against her skin. "Always, always mine... Hate to love you... Play games... Life and death, games... Give and take... Mine, always..." He met her gaze with glowing silver eyes. "Tell the truth, tell me lies..." 'Stay with me...'
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 8:28 pm
Aveshar: Hello Darkling...
Sala: Twisted singer, vile traitor.
Ave: Love to hate you... *croons*
Sala: Hate to hate you. I anger, the stars stopped singing.
Aveshar: Love to hurt you... Silence still sings, Sweet Darkness...
Sala: Took it will you, tratior, hated, beloved. Another sings, listens, loves. Love to hurt you
Aveshar: Theif and Liar, Hater and Lover... Yours, yours for now, never yours, all yours... Pretty little toy... Little broken soul.
Sala: Mine for now, never mine, never yours, always yours, and his. Singer, Silence, dark and light, murderer and savior. Break me, let me break him.
Aveshar: For now, not long, so long... Every night, shadows eat the light... Every day, you slip away. Where do you go, Wanderer? To Him? Always mine, Never Mine. Belonging to mine Enemy. I would hunt him, I would slay thee, always mine, my Lover, My Enemy.
Salania: *snarls* Leave, live, life, love. Stay to hate, leave to love. You took it with you. Dark Singer, painful song. Slay me, hunt me. Always yours, sometimes his. Darkness, light, broken little soul. Break it, snap it back. Always mine, never mine, Sometimes hers. *tilts her head and smiles* And you can't touch him.
Aveshar growled a warning. "Live by my will, die for my love. My hatred, forever yours as you are mine. Never mine. I will kill the others... Kill you... Love the deaths, the broken dreams... The shattered souls... Hate the love and light... Need them to live..."
Salania giggled, running her tongue over her teeth. "Live by your love, die for your will. Love, hate, yours mine. Can't kill, can't hunt, can't touch, singer, dark, light. Break it all down. Life, death, same, same." She faded out for a moment, coming back laughing, always laughing. "The singer, dark, light, traitor, hate to love you, love to hate you, lives to need the love and light. Changed, you"
Aveshar paced a loose circle, watching her fade in and out of sight. "Changed me.... All your fault, your fault, Broken Dreamer..." He crooned. "Your Master, Slave to you... King of Nothing, Slave to all... Hate to live and die and breath... Hate the things you do to me... All yours, for now... Never yours... I don't share... I want him dead."
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 8:37 pm
Salania laughed openly, nuzzling the dark male. "Share, yours, not." She nipped at his ear, to bleed. "Twisted singer, broken song. The moon sings, whole, soft. He is, you can't. Broken song shatters, thousand shards, cut, bleed, break, live. Love you, hate you, break you too. Broken singers sing my songs, break the singers, teach them all." She looked up at the moon for a moment, feeling the others presence. He could hear her, then. Or, parts of her. Poor boy, broken boy. Live to die. Must pay, all must pay. "Always yours, never yours. Can't share what you can't claim. Can you?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 8:10 am
The talking in circles made no sense, and yet they perfectly understood all that was said. There is a sanity in madness, a sort of clarity that can only be gained once you have fallen deep into the darkness... Once you sit there and stare at the shattered pieces of your soul, your heart, your past... You see it all, reflected from a thousand different angles, a thousand different failures... Choices.
He growled at the nuzzle, but it was only a verbal reprimand. "Take what is mine... Enjoy the shattered music... Hate the moon, hate her softness and light... Can't break me, I'd almost let you... Sing with me. Leave me alone. Revenge. Revenge for everything. I regret nothing."
He followed her gaze upward, fighting the urge to hiss at that ever-watching figure. He knew her daughters roamed the land... Had met one of them once... Long ago.
"I can, I will... But you've always been mine." He turned back to her with flat eyes, no glow remaining to them. They were a silver so pale they seemed white, without their unearthly glow. "You have always been mine Sala, it is the way of us."
His smile was bitter. "You have always been mine, they just never knew."
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 11:59 am
Salania felt her skin change, again. Visiable, but not substansial, she stepped through Aveshar, humming, laughing. "They? Us? What they? What us?" She danced around to be in front of him again, feeling and not the grass passing through her feet. His eyes were different, changed, closer. Not as far. Sala stopped moving, entranced by the change. Her body returned from wherever it had been, soild. Not whole. "Shattered, whole. The boy is whole. You. I. Broken. Empty. Alone. No us, no they. I. You." She tilted her head to the side. "Right? Wrong? Broken songs. Empty glow. Not yours. Yet. Mine. Always mine. Never mine, whole or broken." She growled at him, hackles rising. "You haven't paid."
Who hasn't paid what? Who are you? What are---
Sala growled, not at Aveshar. Boy. Whole boy. Blood of her bood. Broken blood. Dreamweaver son. Moon grandson. Thing of light. In her head. Pay. "Love to hate you. Hate to love you. Blood. Broken. Same as me. Break the bond. Break it all, Aveshar. Dark Fayth."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 6:07 pm
He did not move a muscle as she moved through him, his eyes the only thing that moved when she was through him. He watched her circle back to stand before him, pale eyes unreadable. She was a puzzle, was the Ghostling.
"Staring at the pieces... They will never fit again.. Broken and remade, whole and shattered... All a part of it. All apart from it. All and nothing."
He tilted his head. "I, Broken? Never... Live to break you, to break them... My songs to sing, sing to me..."
He snarled as she growled. "I paid.. Always pay.. I am the one they pay the debt to. I am the Song. I am the Darkness."
He tilted his head, tail lashing back and forth. He longed to maul, and yet, instead he reached out and nosed her neck in a teasing caress. His.
"Love to hate you, Hate to Love You... Over and Over..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 30, 2009 6:37 pm
Salania laughed softly, almost bitterly. "Love to hate me, hate to love me?" She laughed her way through the word, mock them, him. "Do you--" She cut off in a broken ragged gasp. Her body arched along his, a small mewl of pain escaping her lips. She sagged to the ground a moment later, breathing hard. "Damn. I hate it when they do that." Sala looked up at Aveshar, sanity clear in her eyes. Like she'd never been to that dark place, never lost anything there. "You are neither the song or the darkness. You cannot break me. She can. He can. You can't." She rolled over on her back, smiling up at him. "And I wonder why? And I wonder why they chose now to make me like this, for how long. For what purpose. And still I ramble. Let the debt be less, let it be taken from me soon."
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