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 Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 6:44 am
(This is a continuation from outside Prom.) Nukpana's low growl had dark fingers tightening subtly where she had them curled around his arm, and frowned as she moved them towards the gymnasium doors. She pushed them open, stepping aside so the skinwalker to could slip through with her, then let them close behind them before giving the boil a little nudge towards his right. After a few seconds of walking the ghoul stopped and turned so she could release his arm, only to place that same hand firmly on his chest, pushing him back against the wall. There was a delicate little pout on ink colored lips, but the look in those bi-colored eyes as she watched him was thoughtful, contemplative. By now she'd figured out that he wasn't as new to the school as he'd said, but frankly that didn't much matter to Nergui. After what she'd just witnessed with the undead canine she could see where a fresh start might be appealing. She didn't like the lie, but she could rationalize it. For the time being it didn't matter. "You're upset," she pointed out rather obviously. It didn't take a scholar to figure out what sort of situation had transpired between the skinwalker and the pricolici, but again, Nergui didn't care. Nukpana had tried to leave his past behind him, so she would let him, at least for now. Her concerns were far more streamline then idle curiosity about some past drama. They might not have come to this function as dates, but they had spent the whole of the night together, and she wasn't about to let an entire evening's company and conversation be wasted on a scorned lover. Neru was a very practical individual, so her solutions to problems were generally pretty direct. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" She offered, though it was hard not to pretend she wasn't a fan of this idea. "Or would you rather I help you forget about it?" The thin irritation in her voice faded, and she met glowing gold eyes with a look that promised she'd do whatever she could to help put the last five minutes out of his memory, and replace them with something far more pleasant. Practicality had it's perks. The priestess wasn't one to beat around the bush or drag her feet. She was direct, and very honest. It made life a whole lot simpler. x_Nata_x I hope this works for you. <3
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 6:11 pm
The cool air felt good. Really good -- as much as he pretended otherwise (or not so much, as of recent,) he always would be somewhat of a wild animal at heart, and the crisp, open air soothed him in a way very few things could. Sliding his eyes closed, the monster inhaled deeply, muscles visibly uncoiling beneath his skin, shoulders unknotting beneath his suit jacket. As if that thought crossed his mind, the skinwalker rolled them a little, relaxing for half a second before growling again, low and gravelly under his breath, eyes narrowing to frustrated slits. Gently he pulled his arm out of the horsewoman's grasp, politely, before he half bent over, reaching back to grab a fistful of the black material, pulling the suit jacket roughly off and tossing it into a heap a few feet away. The mask, too, was discarded in a similar fashion, one hand reaching up to grab it before tossing into the pile. Now, only jeans and his form-fitting black t-shirt remained -- he looked remarkably naked, for those who were aware of the student pre-vanishment, his pelt beneath the jacket on the dried, brown grass.
He didn't take off his pelt. It just wasn't done. Or at least, not without some sort of escape route, bone or feather or fur to allow him to change forms, if necessity arose. Nergui didn't know it, couldn't know it, but he was more naked now than if he had stripped off all his clothes entirely.
The skinwalker made the slightest sound of discontent as she pressed him back against the wall, yielding only after a moment. Her pout was cute, and had he met her six months earlier, he would have had no problem telling her so, and not without a very playboy smirk. Now, it merely allowed her the freedom to pin him there, his discontentment settled by the pretty look on her face. Settling his own amber eyes on her heterochromatic ones, Nuk allowed the skin to smooth between his furrowed brow, relaxing only marginally under her touch. Not quite relaxation, yet, but the hostility and frustration he had been feeling had ebbed from his gaze as he stared down at her.
Scoffing a little without thinking, that irritation returned as she spoke, so blatantly mentioning the fact that he was distressed, his grunt of complaint echoed by a slightly moody toss of his head to one side. Nukpana flicked his eyes back to her when he caught her own irritation, still looking sullen even as he gave her a slightly appraising look. She had reason to be annoyed -- throughout the entire night there had been unforeseen interruptions, beginning with his hugging another ghoul (admittedly, one whom he legitimately considered his little sister,) and culminating in his ex-ghoulfriend. In fact, he felt pretty badly about it, despite the sulky look he was still giving her.
Sliding his hands to rest gingerly on her hips, he rumbled a noncommittal response. "What are you, anyway?" he grumbled a little rudely, although his tone had smoothed out again, less agitated and more pacified by her presence. It kind of helped that she was pressed up against him so nicely.
Ooc: This is perfect, thanks hun!
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 8:06 am
Following suit of her companion, the horsemen would follow suit. A nimble hand rose and disappeared behind her head as she freed the bow that held her mask in place, then pulled it away to let it drop on the ground beside them. It left her face very bare for a moment, and for a moment she left it as was, but a practiced dip of her head let the gauzy veil fall so a corner covered the glowing gold of her one eye. In reality it hid nothing, but Nergui had convinced herself that that thin barrier of semi transparent clothe was enough to keep her infection concealed. Not that Nukpana would know what the glow meant, having been absent from the school for the last few months, but reason and logic could never force their way through the half heard whispering or perpetual doubt and paranoia. She would keep her.. ailment, a secret. She could feel corded muscle easing under her hand and she watched him as he scoffed, then settled into a sulky frown before his hands rose to rest gingerly at her hips. It chased the irritation from midnight features, and the smile she turned up to him grew just a little mysterious as he inquired about what exactly she was. "You know the Heirs?" She questioned, almost conversationally, as she moved her hand from his chest and placed it lightly on his shoulder. Her gaze following, then sliding down the front of his t-shirt before back up to meet his eyes. He was a strong young man, muscled and athletic. And feral, if those pointed teeth and impressive scars were any indication. "Future heads of the four houses of the apocalypse," she began. "Or so they were, before the isles were destroyed and we, the members of the four clans, were brought here as refuges." She was very matter of fact with her delivery of the worst tragedy to befall her people in the history of the clans, but she needed to be. This wasn't about reliving old nightmares, this was in explanation of who, and what, she was. "I'm a priestess, formally of Death." That at least was said with pride. "A horsemen of the new Lost Clans." For a moment she watched him, gauging his reaction. Then she lifted the hand that rested against his shoulder, dark fingertips trailing ever so lightly along the scars that traced his cheek and jaw. "And you? Other then Amityville student, what are you?" He was warm beneath her hand, so she was fairly certain he wasn't undead or ghost, but beyond that she couldn't be certain. Her studying had revolved mostly around her home and her history, she hadn't thought to look outside their world because she had thought never to leave it. Oh irony.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 5:19 pm
Her eyes were even prettier without the mask. Nukpana couldn't help but take a moment to admire them, attention momentarily diverted from the thoughts of the Pricolici to the ghoul in front of him. He caught just the barest hint of her gold eye, having only a second to admire the color so close to his own, glittering before disappearing behind the thin veil.
Sighing a little in exaggerated exasperation as her irritation vanished, he quirked an eyebrow as her smile turned mysterious, gazing down at her quizzically as she mentioned 'the heirs.' In truth, the only reason he could answer at all was due to the fact that there had been a fair amount of gossip circulating just before his own disappearance, a few brief sights in the hallway confirming their attendance to the school. Other than that, however, he really had no idea about the heirs. He knew they had their own little 'area' or whatever, one supposed to be death, another famine, but beyond that all he knew was that they looked like any other student to him. Well... maybe they had looked a bit more conceited, but then again, he knew some pretty stuck-up demons. "Yeah?" he replied in an unconvincing tone, answering the rhetorical question even as she slid her hand higher, up to his shoulder.
Which, of course, was thoroughly distracting, and for a second he wouldn't have even minded if she'd stopped there with her answer.
Watching her quietly, the skinwalker let her explain, attention piquing a little at the word 'apocalypse,' brow furrowing just a bit further in curious interest. He did, however, seem a little disappointed when she mentioned she was a priestess -- priestess, in his mind, meant she was surely a chaste individual, and while that would never hinder a friendship with her, he was, at heart, still a hot-blooded boil. Shaking off his disappointment readily, he flicked his attention back to the mask and pelt on the ground a few feet away, returning it to her a moment later. "I'm a skinwalker," he began, looking up at the sky thoughtfully for a second, "A monster. Basically, give me skin or bone or feathers or fur and I can turn into that animal."
But he didn't really care about that. Nukpana was clearly more interested in her. "So you're not one of us then, huh? You're like a new species entirely."
Although poorly worded, his tone didn't portray any disgust at this, as if he were merely clarifying.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 8:40 pm
Nergui may have been a priestess, but there was no vow of celibacy she and her sisters had been forced to take. No moral code they were required to uphold. She did her duty, and that was all she was required to do. She watched him as her hand moved, and then as she explained who and what she was. Looking for any reaction, to her touch or the words she murmured so softly between them. When she had finished she offered him a smile, satisfied by his expression, and those dark little fingers brushed ever so softly along the collar of his shirt and the tanned skin beside it. "Skinwalker." A gold painted nail tapped against the very bottom of the scar that ran along his jaw and neck. His wasn't a race she was familiar with, but it sounded impressive as he clarified for her. "That's a very unique ability. Our protectors, the most powerful of us, they can transform into horses." She'd have that ability as well, some day.
Her head tipped to one side as he inquired if she was of a different species, features twisting into curious amusement before smoothing out. "I suppose you could say that, " and even though he'd not so much as hinted at it in tone, she still asked. "Does that bother you?"
It was true, she was no monster, no reaper or undead, nor ghost or demon. They were the horsemen of the apocalypse, the stuff of nightmares. Not just for the humans, but all life and unlife.
A flicker of a smile twitched along the corners of full lips, and her finger slid along the line of his jaw much as it had moments before when she'd traced his scars. "It would be a real shame if it did, considering how very well we've been getting along tonight." She pursed her lips, almost pouting. "I think it actually ruin my evening. She was feigning disappointment, fishing for compliments or attention. It was a wonder how well the skinwalker managed to tone out the murmuring voices that plagued her addled mind.
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