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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Jun 21, 2008 7:59:18 GMT 8
Matthew .: ~Finding Ninette alone, Guri decided he would no longer hide from her wrath. If she so desired his exremities though. She would need to fight for them.~ "Hey. You looking for me?" ~Standing prepared for just about anything, nimble on his feet he allowed his knees to bend slightly. The hell she would take his kneecap. Rolling his shoulders some he beckoned her over with his left hand outstretched in a come hither motion~ "Come and get it"
Ninette: She turns abruptly as she heard the air swells from the intended movement; even before his words fell upon her sensitive ears, her senses had already digested his whereabouts. Now she faces her new nemesis, bright cerulean orbs glistening as they drank in his antiques. "Well, hello there, my dear. Came to surrender, have we?" Came a melodious voice as slender limbs moved to a desired stance; a battle stance it would seem to the trained eyes. A chuckle escapes as his hand moved in invitation, whilst her own rises from her side, bearing a slim dagger. "Which one would it be? Left or right?"
Matthew .: ~his left eye twitching slightly at her casualness he shook off the surprise and stole himself~ "Neither. You're not getting a chance at any part of me, except this." ~Balling the left hand he had welcomed her with into a fist, his muscles flexing down his arm and across his chest and lower torso. Taking a breath in he relaxed his hands into loose fists that were ready infront of him. left infront of his right, as he was right handed. His feet taking the same position, only less defined, as he gently bobbed. Wanting to be ready for anything, especially when she brought out the dagger.~
Ninette: "Neither? Tsk.. that is so unglamourous of you, dearling". She would let another chuckle to resound from painted lips as eyes continues to follow his every movement. "Come now, do not fret. I will have it whether you will it or not". Came the melodious syllables yet again. She did not move, other than the steady rise and fall of her ample chest.
Matthew .: ~Realising she would not make the first move, he licked his lip and began closing the distance, sizing her up with his gaze. That body did not match her strength, so it wasn't a good way of judging her. He neared her shortly. Being atleast 2 or 3 inches taller than her, but that did not necessarily give him an advantage. There was something sinister in her gaze. Something foreboding and pulling, but he shrugged off the sensation and dug his feet into the ground. Shifting his weight slightly and twisting his left foot. before thrusting it up with a slight jerk back. Sending a spray of dry dirt up into the air. Particules of grain and dirt flew towards her. With her eyes open she would be blinded momentarily by the dust and dry dirt that sprayed over her face. his right foot already poised he sent forward his right fist aiming directly for her jaw. If it connected she would undoubtedly be knocked out, due to the momentum of his spring like legs, but he could not judge her. Why couldn't he judge her?
Ninette: She allows for a chuckle to resonate; her stance remained as eyes became transfixed to his young face, brain registering his fast movement though naught a reaction could be seen upon flawless face. And then there was silence, a fraction of a moment as his limb swung back and then forth to send the dry dirt upwards towards her petite form. Indeed it would have blinded her if not for the swift reaction of her chin, drawing her eyes away from harms way and the protective shield of her free hand. Though not fully effective, for some of the airborne soil had found their way into her eyes, causing her vision to fail her for a few stolen moments. Yet still, her unworldly senses has prepared her mortal form to be prepared for an attack. Thigh muscles contracted, pulling her small frame downwards so his fist would find her flailing hair instead of deathly pale jaw. Springing back up, she uses her body as a projectile, launching her weight against his uncoming chest, pushing him away, before swinging the dagger upward in a 45 degree angle across his abdomen.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Jun 21, 2008 8:00:14 GMT 8
Matthew .: ~The swiftness of her dodge was immense. He would not forget how quick her reactions were. Diverting the energy of his movement to her left shoulder, as his left foot landed at her left side. Using her body as a board on which to twist himself out of her path. Turning on his left foot he replaced his right behind him with a light pad, barely an inch of dust rising from the ground as he remained light on his feet. The push, fleeting as it was would most likely send her slightly offbalanced due to her blind forward momentum~
Ninette: She stumbles forth from the sheer force of his energy. But just as swiftly she spun on her heels, sliding back before bringing her form to face him. If not for his clever defense, she would have had him lying wounded on the dusty floor. She heaves an irate breath, eyes glistening with building rage. Damn this stubborn human! Her mind would scold. A split second later, an unnatural speed lent by her dark astral auras, she stood before him, barely a foot away from his mortal form, the dagger in hand, the sharp, shiny blade between them.
Matthew: ~readying himself for another lunge forward to counter her stroke, he jolted back from her sudden speed, eyes slightly widened as he skipped back a few paces~ "What are you?" ~He finally asked, swallowing, with his eyes intense upon her. The shine of her blade suddenly seeming much more dangerous than he would have normally thought.~
Ninette: She chuckled, amused by his reaction to her nearness, or was it the shining blade hanging dangerously close to his heart? Eyes then narrows as they follow him still, watching as he stumble back a few pace. Then once again she was there before him, closer this time, her cold breath fanning his warm skin as she peers up into his bewildered eyes. And then there was a smile, soft and endearing, almost sincere in its make. "Why, I am Ninette, La Magnifique. Do you not know? I am here to introduce you to a world of wonder. A world of pain. For pain is another form of pleasure".
Matthew: ~He reeled back more so, unwilling to accept what she most certainly held in her hands. His life. His legs weakening despite his desire to flee now. All that was left was to fight, but how..? His pause would most likely be his last error.~
Ninette: The smile continued to flourish on painted lips as she thingys her head to the left, the dagger weilding hand falling slowly to her side, as if in surrender. She saw the uncertainties in his eyes, or was fear? And then the throbbing, the immaculate pounding of a healthy, young heart. She could feel the vibrations of the fleshy organ within his chest as her ample chest was only inches away from his by now. "Do you not want to be pleasured, dearling?" Came her melodious voice once again, soft and alluring, intoxicating, the dagger was no where to be seen by then.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Jun 21, 2008 8:01:29 GMT 8
Matthew: ~He swallowed, hearing her voice. Those sweet words reverberating in his mind, bringing a warmth to his face that he knew to be a blush. He took a shakey breath and searched her eyes desperately. What was behind that smile? He moistened his now dry lips as though to speak, but no words came. Her allure was so tempting, and he felt weakened by her closeness. but she was a threat! she meant him harm and this must have been a ploy. Damn his male urges, damn his weakness!~ "why are you doing this?"
Ninette: She could sense it, feel it even. The rythmic pounding of his heart accelarating, the thin beads of sweat forming along his brows, the unconscious shifting of his eyes. He was falling. Falling into the trap she was setting. She was manipulating his senses, his natural instincts. His human instincts. She presses closer; big cerulean eyes staring hard into his, unblinking, drowning him in the depthless pools. Meanwhile her dainty fingers began to grow impossibly long nails; talon like and as black as midnight, poised, ready for the final attack on this male human.
Matthew: ~She held him in her gaze and his breathing was shallow, he felt himself falling. but he knew he was still standing where he was. Something in him was recoiling and bouncing around inside him in terror, screaming for release. To free himself from this web of seduction. Her eyes like blue steel traps. His body twitched, as he strained to fight her hold on him. Gritting his teeth as something in him snapped. The screaming inside of him turning deafening to the point of breaking point. Withuot a moments further hesitation he was in motion. extending his right hand to her throat, with everything he had rushing forward and down. Aiming to slam her into the ground. His other hand darting along with his eyes for what threat lay~
Ninette: Her breath has thickened into mist-like density, escaping her dainty nostrils like smoke from chimneys on a cold winter night. The fume was odorless though potent it was it neuro toxic not yet known to humans, owing thanks to her original make; a wretched unborn soul of the abysmal plane. She allowed for his strong, warm hands to close in around her slender neck, smothering the vapors from escaping but the damage was done by then, And then up came her arms, ebony smooth talons glistening as they flew up before diving into his broad back, puncturing holes into flesh and matter.
Matthew: ~His frantic searching found the clawed right hand and he thrust his left immediately out to inercept. Slamming it roughly to the ground with a vice like grip. Breathing in the musty air, he swallowed and almost wretched. Feeling something wrong with the air he had just breathed. Her left hand however tore through his focus on that matter. He let out a cry of pain, feeling her claws pierce his flesh deep he took a deep laboured breath through the pain, Releasing her throat as he clenched his right fist. his eyes scolding hot with rage and pain as he began pounding her beautiful face with piston like punches. The sounds of cracking bone and pummeled flesh resounded in the air densely between them as he sent punch after punch down against her. His knuckles covered in both her blood, sinew and his own broken skin and bone. With each pound he would grunt in pain, with extra strength from the intensity of her attack. Tears from the pain and his own animosity dripped down onto her to mix with her already glistening face.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Jun 21, 2008 8:02:13 GMT 8
Ninette: She almost purred at the sound of his pained cry but too soon her breath was robbed of her lungs from the impact of his balled fist upon her precious, flawless face. She could feel the bone crunching under the brutal pounding, taste the blood as it spew from the many wounds. But instead of painful cries, he would hear laughter coming out from broken lips; an insane laugh. With her free hand she continues with her own punishment upon his mortal form, stabbing relentlessly, revelling in the warmth of his unwilling embrace and the shower of his blood. "Don't fight it, dearling. Let it go". A disembodied voice, though it would seem to have originated from somewhere within her broken face, resounded in his ears. She could feel his energy waning, the force of his punches diminishing.
Matthew .: ~He became heady. His punches finding their spot with less force as her relentless stabbing letted him of his energy, and his life force. He took a scattered breath as his strength began to wain. Ceasing his assault in an attempt to halt her deadly barriage. reaching around and twisting in what would feel like slow motion as he felt his eyesight began to tunnel. he spoke words. Ramblings most likely that caused tears to flow more freely from his slowly blinding eyes. Soon the words stopped coming but the lips still moved, as his straining efforts took more than his last. His body tensed as he reached desperately for the arm, his chest convulsing in revulsion and from lack of oxygen. He, couldn't breath... His vision now a faint glimmer at the far end. Of her smiling face before him, he slumped forward against her now. Limp and broken. a lifeless heap of flesh and bone.
Ninette: She felt the numbing of torn muscles upon her face. And that is all that she felt, not pain, nor fear. For pain is nothing to her unworldly vessel. As he rolled away from her battered form, she too moved, reversing their position, climbing unto his soaked chest to press her broken face against his heaving breath. "Can you feel it now, mon amour? The unbearable pain, the agony of death coursing through you're broken veins?" Her whisper was audible though naught movement can be seen on her tattered lips. "You can escape it, dearling. Turn your pain into pleasure, would you like that?" The disembodied voice continued to ring in his ear and mind.
Matthew .: ~He couldn't see, but her voice came over him like a death shroud. He could only vaguely sense her there, but he could certainly feel her presence before him. He tried to talk, so accept her offer of escaping what was inevitably coming.~ ..y..es... ~The words came as though carried on the last of the air in his dying body~
Ninette: "There! Isn't that better?" She would smirk, a twisted smile as her broken face hovers above him. Bloodied digits found his face, tracing the many wounds softly, like the loving touch of a lover. As his breaths become consticted and shallow, an strange chanting would be heard permeating the still air, an ancient tongue unknown to the mortal world, calling forth the unborn spirit of the spawns of Evil. There was a ripple felt within their immediate vicinity; an invisible circle of dark auras surrounding them. Soon the chanting heightens, until there was a deafening silence. And at that particular moment, the Jesterette would lower her lips onto his dying tiers, black bile trickling to the edge before dropping slowly onto his gaping mouth.
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Jun 21, 2008 8:03:07 GMT 8
Matthew: A feeling of depth surrounded him, as though he were sinking into enveloping shadow. He felt parts of his body suspended, lifted by unseen forces. Something else was there. A presence. No, many presences. Surrounding him. The shadows were swimming around him like sharks around prey, and he could only float. The memory of the one who put him here being the only familiar sensation he had in this otherworldly place, and he clung to it in his mind as though if he forgot her he would lose everything and become lost to the shadow. 'what is this place?!' The thought resounding and warping as though spoken into a kaleidoscope. Ever turning and twisting. He almost felt like he was losing his body, as he too began to reel and twist. Echoes in dark tongues causing him to still and just float there. He felt the venom seaping across his mindscape like tear driven mascara. Tainting everything it touched. He was lost at this point, only the essence remained. Recoiling in horror from the poison that coated him with an oily masque. His body was stone dead now.~
Ninette: Ninette would pull back, having successfully delivered the deadly virus to the new vessel of a Jester. She raises her face to the swirling auras, parting her lips to allow the dark tendrils to lick at the remnants of the bile. As she felt the last resistance melt within the dying man and the before the last shudder of life, she tugs at the titanium chain holding the wretched Ruby shard, letting it hover before the dying eyes; smirking as the last breath echoes from his parched lips, the mist of his soul escaping into the waiting gem. "So bad, so sad.." The syllables would fall from her torn lips before a wicked laugh ensued.
~~To be continued~~
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Isaac
A lost Soul
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Post by Isaac on Jun 28, 2008 19:54:02 GMT 8
The deep vastness of the abyss having taken his mind, his very essence waining and spiralling upwards. Fading up into a thin strand of light before being lost to the bloody darkness. Leaving only a vacant casing left reeling from his past present and future. The form of his body seeming to decay into ephemeral light as the dark souls of the unborn swirled around his glowing core. Testing the waters with fleeting approaches met by resistance as their nuclei seared away repelled. Aspects and elements from within himself allowing for neither chaos nor order. An enigma of undetermined origin resting deep within the centre, that slowly began to expand, accepting the presence of one over the many. One of shifting deep oceanic hues that seemed so indifferent to the presence of a suiter.(c)
The tightly contracted wall of his inner core softening as the one slowly ebbed nearer with the flow of ethereal movement. The languid approach of this being, shimmering the plethora of other entities upon itself, seemed melancholic in its steady flux. As lucid attention was now paid to the focus of its motion. There was an aura emitted from the one of solemnity that seemed to echo silence throughout the void he was within. Silence, and yet every possible range of orchestral crying could have poured out from it. Attracting the sharp incited gazes of those energies around, as they sensed the exposed quintessence close in on its host. No hesitation in its casual melding. Only the reverberating feelings of rebirth, awakening and ascension. As the transient capsule of his vessel was(c)
dissolved into the wave of his symbiote. Merging mind with potential and forming a moulding mass of matter that rolled in within itself, sensitive to all light ,sound and feeling around it that it would flinch at the very essence of thought from the souls that surrounded the forming Jester. Soon the writhing darkness folded upon its shape, giving birth to a body that would represent itself to the world. A serpentine tail began to form. The motion causing a ripple that shimmered along newly forming limbs. As though a single thought had spawned the entirety of his matrix. That of the lithe serpent, weaving its elegant structure with deep sensuous sways. How beautiful to behold that lengthly winding creature, but not to all. There were shudders of distaste on the air once the creation was(c)
midway, at the hips. The wave of scales receding into pale pearlescent flesh. Slender sculpted torso would be formed of thought and feeling. The eye of the beholder would be met with whatever it desired. It was in the nature of the creature to please. Once the full upper half had formed, the faceless mass began to merge with the possibilities of being. A feminine design began to shape upon the ivory skin, leaving the eyes til last. The portal to the soul. There was a moment of musing as the essence of the soul was that of all, and thusly. All would be portrayed in the eyes. A swirling vortex of true depth and darkness would spiral into the twin orbs of the new Jester. A portal to the primal darkness. What gave birth to the dark children, their mother and their haven.(c)
To gaze into the darkness would be like looking into the eye of God. To do so could mean madness and damnation, eternal itching torment and a writhing feeling of unrest in the flesh. It was unnatural and disturbing, but it was as it was. As the body began to awaken, the spectrum that had taken his previous form began to ebb. An intake of breath, the first that felt like it had been held in waiting for a milliona. The chest rising high but soon relaxing, eyes closed for the moment as he felt his surroundings. The ground beneath him. The overwhelming sensation of life and existance around him. The cool breeze upon his sensitive skin.~ "Where is She? ~He spoke of the one who had made him, the voice he heard as the darkness was called upon. His creator.~(e)
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Post by Ninette De La Magnifique on Jul 9, 2008 4:57:09 GMT 8
Cold obsidian gaze held the image before her; essence of impurity within mind sparkled ever so often within the dark pools. It would have taken more transformation to excite the queen of succubus, but naught was the man a mere mortal it would seem or the rare unborn spirit would not have chosen it as its host. A sated wicked smile would bloom upon painted lips as she continues to watch from afar, hidden behind the heavy foliage of the age old tree. The trickle of blood upon her mortal face have long dried, leaving an eerie look upon her already broken face. “Damn that silly human” She would chide to none. To find a young, energetic form will not be easy. She will have to leave the mortal world and venture back into the Underworld if she was to save this precious body. But that would have to wait for now she must finish the creation of her harlette.
Upon hearing the soft masculine voice, she would heave a heavy breath, hands swiftly move in a series of twists, forming a swirling ball of energy. Sizzling it would for a few stolen minutes until at last it was no more but a porcelain mask falling animatedly into her waiting palm. Chuckling quietly, she slips out of her hiding place, mask tide immaculately behind her head and within seconds she was on the ground before him, having leapt into the air like a trained acrobat that she was, landing without so much of a sound.
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Isaac
A lost Soul
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Post by Isaac on Jul 11, 2008 3:50:14 GMT 8
~Feeling the energy of his creator near him as he lay there on the ground, breathing in the fresh air steadily, he opened his eyes. The vast chasm of infinite darkness and depth eternal absorbing the surroundings into a spiralling vortex that caused him to nearly choke on the air that altogether felt too free. Too open for him to handle all at once. The wide open sky of pure cerulean blue spanning the entire earth all around him, as they spun out of control on an axis tottering on the edge of a staggeringly obtuse anglular gravitational pull. Snapping his eyes shut as he felt a tug from inside him. Contorting his innards and causing him to double over slightly, feeling the ache of newly formed limbs muscles flexing and contracting for the first time. He could smell her heady perfume(c) closer now and he turned moreso. So his twisted back was to her, as he didn't know how he would resist the urge to open his eyes to discover the source of his becoming. Breathing deep to quell the perpetual motion sickness he was feeling. As she was nearer now she would see clearly the ebon scales shimmering in the light and his alabaster flesh. His shoulder rising and falling as he calmed himself. The scent of her drawing him in like a lure, his panic subsiding slowly. He pushed himself up slowly, unsteadily as he wreathed his tail around him like a newborn fawn would while attempting to find its feet. Blind.(e)
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