Post by Lovely on Jul 1, 2009 13:56:48 GMT -5
Dec 21, 2003 (Before reset)
Telus Cemetary
He waited in the grove, lounging upon a stump, watching the moon glide slowly overhead. He'd been busy lately, but now things were unsettlingly quiet. He listened for the soft breezes, but all was still as it had been for the past few nights since she'd been dispatched. He blinked away the vision of the moon and rolled his head to the side to watch the fog settle on the plots and pits that made the memorial grounds by the inn. Although no breeze lofted the gauzey mist, it swirled and shifted as if something passed through it unseen. He lifted his head, "Hello... I bellow...soft... to loft... a greeting... for meeting you anew, friend... who are you?"
Her head turned, tilted to look at the voice which came through the mist to touch her ears. "I am friend to no one of this realm... a stranger...stranger still to lands of mortals. For a milenia have I been gone. My name has no meaning... no translation to modern tongue.." Winges were folded, dripping along the ground behind her, Hair red and blonde and brown at once, like flames licking around wood. Her voice soft and sweet like a lull that pulled and tugged. Blood dripped from her fingers still splattering leaves and such underfoot. Smears of finger and nail where she ran along the cold stones of those burried.
He looked upon her as she became visible and close. He regarded the marks made in her passing, the scent of freshly spilled blood pulling the madness from him, driving a fever from within that made him want for the rending of flesh and the taste of a woman on his tongue. He growled softly and raised himself as she approached, the sudden hunger taking him by surprise. "Fire's maiden.. aide an unstedy hand to greet thine.. and with mine, be seated here." He motioned to the stump on which there was room for two, though he'd be surely swept into her flames.
Her head tilted now to the other side and she regarded steady on the male before her. Her horns now clearly visible in the hazy mist. Golden red and orange -were the moon bright they would surely glow in amber hues. Her wings behind her fluffed softly a gentle puff of smoke swirling and dissiapating. Her head nodded once and she stepped to the stump he offered. Her hand outstretched to graciously accept his. "I thank you for your show of hospitality... for a traveller such as I am unaccustomed to such good will."
She gave a deep curtsy, the roses twined in her hair and around her horns, mixing their perfume with the fresh blood and death scent which waifed from her.
A gloriously wretched smile crossed her lips as she bowed before him and the roses and their thorns adorned her bronzed and shining locks. Her horns shone as sharp and steeled as bloodied diamonds, captivating his attention all the more as he took in the foul scents of death and decay that surrounded her. She was due every ounce of respect that Red Death himself would have enjoyed. He lifted her soiled fingers to his lips and kissed them softly, taking in deeply of the aroma of the freshly wrought vengeance, himself hardening and lusting for any ounce of her he could consume.
"Fire's Maiden, I am Raziel and I am humbled and honored by your presence here. You and I speak much the same in our work and your art speaks volumes upon your tender fingers... a fine craftsman you are."
She chuckled lightly, lifting a blood soaked finger to her mouth and cleaning it with and expert and hungry tongue. Her eyes lifted to meet his gaze and she held the remaining fingers before his lips. Offering to share of her sweet vengence with him. "Lovely to make you aquaintance... fine strong Raziel. A night less lonely, knowing there is another who shares in vengence's call."
"What brings you to this place in this hour of night, when sunset is far behind and dawn's cry is not yet heralded?"
He took the offer of her fingers, sucking each one longingly and perfectly as they were due for such exquisite length and dexterity. His raw form twitched and ached before her, begging for her comforts though he held himself away. Her face shone to him as did Lily's as he recalled it, though darkened and stronger in it's crimson shadows. Holding her fingers curled in his as he cleaned the last, he spoke softly to her query, "Waiting... only waiting now. All has fallen silent to my ears as one of my cousins was slain. Her voice silenced as did the wants and cries within the building you see there. For months I have traversed the halls and paths here, never a time to rest until now. And now that rest finds me, I am unwilling to partake mistress..." he guided her hand in his to seek the pleasures he desired, placing her dampened fingers upon him.
Her eyes turned into black coal and then burst to flames as he placed her hands upon himself. "Ah.." She whispered softly. "You desire the pleasures of the flesh to ease you to you much deserved rest." Her eyes pulled him with flames towards her and the glorious promise of desires fufilled. Her hand grasped what he placed it upon and gripped him tightly. "I have killed for lesser infractions... have you come to lay an offering upon my alter and beg for delights and rewards?"
"I would do what pleases you, mistress... for I have but myself and my talents alone."
"Oh dear Raziel ...mighty and great I would not see you quiver before me...I long for the company of one who can stand my heat and rise to meet me." Her fingers brushed over his cheek, her nails feather light but left a trail of red...blood dripping, dark and beautiful in the night.
"My lovely dark one, I would not quiver, nor did I say I would.. rather that I would willingly suffer your fires and your soft rendings that I may drink your wines." He took her hand softly again, licking his blood from beneath her nails.
She pitched him backward, hand at his throat. "How much would you suffer for a taste of my sweet dark liquor?" Her eyes and flames came sweeping about a stir of wind and flames fanned into a circle about them. "And for your suffering.... is that all you ask, just a taste?" Her mouth hot and light came to lick from the mar her nails left on his face. She purred and brought her warm lips to his.
"Ask yourself... if it would please me more to suffer, mistress...," he chuckled at her hand upon his throat. "And for what price? I would take you as my own and quench your fires with your raging wines. A taste, yes.. to start.. then to devour greedily as I see fit."
She chuckled darkly, her nails digging deeply into his chest, rivers of blood running down. "Perhaps you enjoy the suffering...taste the divine pleasure within pain. But are you strong enough to make me your own?" She smiled, cold within the fire. "Though most would already be dead by now.."
"Pain is sought of others and of my own.. both for my enjoyment, mistress. I do not fear you, if that is what you are seeking from me, rather I long for the sting of your attentions as you tease me here now. " He nudged at her feet and draping wings to force her to kneal closer to him as he grasped within the milk of flame that hugged her, clutching her bodice and bringing her downward.
"I do not seek for you to fear me...only to know that you do not." Her nails pulled free of his flesh and her mouth sought to give pleasure with the pain. Her mouth found it's way to met his, with a hunger that had long been unsatisfied.
Telus Cemetary
He waited in the grove, lounging upon a stump, watching the moon glide slowly overhead. He'd been busy lately, but now things were unsettlingly quiet. He listened for the soft breezes, but all was still as it had been for the past few nights since she'd been dispatched. He blinked away the vision of the moon and rolled his head to the side to watch the fog settle on the plots and pits that made the memorial grounds by the inn. Although no breeze lofted the gauzey mist, it swirled and shifted as if something passed through it unseen. He lifted his head, "Hello... I bellow...soft... to loft... a greeting... for meeting you anew, friend... who are you?"
Her head turned, tilted to look at the voice which came through the mist to touch her ears. "I am friend to no one of this realm... a stranger...stranger still to lands of mortals. For a milenia have I been gone. My name has no meaning... no translation to modern tongue.." Winges were folded, dripping along the ground behind her, Hair red and blonde and brown at once, like flames licking around wood. Her voice soft and sweet like a lull that pulled and tugged. Blood dripped from her fingers still splattering leaves and such underfoot. Smears of finger and nail where she ran along the cold stones of those burried.
He looked upon her as she became visible and close. He regarded the marks made in her passing, the scent of freshly spilled blood pulling the madness from him, driving a fever from within that made him want for the rending of flesh and the taste of a woman on his tongue. He growled softly and raised himself as she approached, the sudden hunger taking him by surprise. "Fire's maiden.. aide an unstedy hand to greet thine.. and with mine, be seated here." He motioned to the stump on which there was room for two, though he'd be surely swept into her flames.
Her head tilted now to the other side and she regarded steady on the male before her. Her horns now clearly visible in the hazy mist. Golden red and orange -were the moon bright they would surely glow in amber hues. Her wings behind her fluffed softly a gentle puff of smoke swirling and dissiapating. Her head nodded once and she stepped to the stump he offered. Her hand outstretched to graciously accept his. "I thank you for your show of hospitality... for a traveller such as I am unaccustomed to such good will."
She gave a deep curtsy, the roses twined in her hair and around her horns, mixing their perfume with the fresh blood and death scent which waifed from her.
A gloriously wretched smile crossed her lips as she bowed before him and the roses and their thorns adorned her bronzed and shining locks. Her horns shone as sharp and steeled as bloodied diamonds, captivating his attention all the more as he took in the foul scents of death and decay that surrounded her. She was due every ounce of respect that Red Death himself would have enjoyed. He lifted her soiled fingers to his lips and kissed them softly, taking in deeply of the aroma of the freshly wrought vengeance, himself hardening and lusting for any ounce of her he could consume.
"Fire's Maiden, I am Raziel and I am humbled and honored by your presence here. You and I speak much the same in our work and your art speaks volumes upon your tender fingers... a fine craftsman you are."
She chuckled lightly, lifting a blood soaked finger to her mouth and cleaning it with and expert and hungry tongue. Her eyes lifted to meet his gaze and she held the remaining fingers before his lips. Offering to share of her sweet vengence with him. "Lovely to make you aquaintance... fine strong Raziel. A night less lonely, knowing there is another who shares in vengence's call."
"What brings you to this place in this hour of night, when sunset is far behind and dawn's cry is not yet heralded?"
He took the offer of her fingers, sucking each one longingly and perfectly as they were due for such exquisite length and dexterity. His raw form twitched and ached before her, begging for her comforts though he held himself away. Her face shone to him as did Lily's as he recalled it, though darkened and stronger in it's crimson shadows. Holding her fingers curled in his as he cleaned the last, he spoke softly to her query, "Waiting... only waiting now. All has fallen silent to my ears as one of my cousins was slain. Her voice silenced as did the wants and cries within the building you see there. For months I have traversed the halls and paths here, never a time to rest until now. And now that rest finds me, I am unwilling to partake mistress..." he guided her hand in his to seek the pleasures he desired, placing her dampened fingers upon him.
Her eyes turned into black coal and then burst to flames as he placed her hands upon himself. "Ah.." She whispered softly. "You desire the pleasures of the flesh to ease you to you much deserved rest." Her eyes pulled him with flames towards her and the glorious promise of desires fufilled. Her hand grasped what he placed it upon and gripped him tightly. "I have killed for lesser infractions... have you come to lay an offering upon my alter and beg for delights and rewards?"
"I would do what pleases you, mistress... for I have but myself and my talents alone."
"Oh dear Raziel ...mighty and great I would not see you quiver before me...I long for the company of one who can stand my heat and rise to meet me." Her fingers brushed over his cheek, her nails feather light but left a trail of red...blood dripping, dark and beautiful in the night.
"My lovely dark one, I would not quiver, nor did I say I would.. rather that I would willingly suffer your fires and your soft rendings that I may drink your wines." He took her hand softly again, licking his blood from beneath her nails.
She pitched him backward, hand at his throat. "How much would you suffer for a taste of my sweet dark liquor?" Her eyes and flames came sweeping about a stir of wind and flames fanned into a circle about them. "And for your suffering.... is that all you ask, just a taste?" Her mouth hot and light came to lick from the mar her nails left on his face. She purred and brought her warm lips to his.
"Ask yourself... if it would please me more to suffer, mistress...," he chuckled at her hand upon his throat. "And for what price? I would take you as my own and quench your fires with your raging wines. A taste, yes.. to start.. then to devour greedily as I see fit."
She chuckled darkly, her nails digging deeply into his chest, rivers of blood running down. "Perhaps you enjoy the suffering...taste the divine pleasure within pain. But are you strong enough to make me your own?" She smiled, cold within the fire. "Though most would already be dead by now.."
"Pain is sought of others and of my own.. both for my enjoyment, mistress. I do not fear you, if that is what you are seeking from me, rather I long for the sting of your attentions as you tease me here now. " He nudged at her feet and draping wings to force her to kneal closer to him as he grasped within the milk of flame that hugged her, clutching her bodice and bringing her downward.
"I do not seek for you to fear me...only to know that you do not." Her nails pulled free of his flesh and her mouth sought to give pleasure with the pain. Her mouth found it's way to met his, with a hunger that had long been unsatisfied.