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       A ReAquainted Love
       By: Evil Kitty Date: November 18, 2015, 12:44 am
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       Razor sat upon his throne in the center of the small, rather
       quaint, home in the village of his lost love. His eyes clenched
       shut as he could feel this new power racking his body. His fists
       remaining clenched as the disembodied voice spoke into his mind;
       causing him a great deal of irritation. Annoyed by the voices
       lack of respect it held in it's tone. "Razor Bloodrose. King of
       Beasts and taker of innocence... What a joke! Here you are...
       Sulking in the home of a love you could not keep. How pitiful.
       Really? What is the point of taking if you can not keep what you
       catch? You truly are a pathetic king." Razor only letting out a
       uninterested huff in reply to the voices taunts. It seemed oh so
       determined to bring the darkness out within him. As if he had
       some form of light blocking the way. Maybe he had. Though if he
       had light in him, then, what was true darkness? Only letting out
       a chuckle at the very idea. His eyes finally opening to expose a
       deep blue within them. The once demonic, scarlet, glare now that
       of a cold, numb, glance.
       He slowly rose from his throne and looked down to the fireplace
       burning in front of him: his eyes seeming uninterested to the
       singeing of the wood. As if he was looking past the deep flames:
       hoping to warm his barren heart with thoughts of old. The voice
       only laughing in reply to his disposition. "Aw... Does the beast
       weep for his beauty?" The voice taunted endlessly since this new
       serge of power. Though, instead of pushing him towards madness
       it only seemed to pull him closer to reality. He took no spare
       time as he wandered over to the coat rack: pulling of a cloak
       like jacket that held a tribal phoenix. A large symbol of a
       galaxy placed high above the spread wings of the bird. Quickly
       slipping it on as the boy by the name of Serrin turned to him
       from his chores. "Are you going somewhere, father?" The boy
       spoke with concern as Razor turned to him: their blue eyes
       meeting. "I am going to reclaim what is mine... I expect a clean
       home with my return." Serrin nodding to his request only to
       speak out once more. "Does that mean you're going to get Ki--"
       Though before he could finish Razor had already slammed the
       front door closed behind him.
       He looked to the pet of his lost love: a creature known to him
       as a unicorn. A rather unique one at that, but, the very sight
       of the creature infuriated him. He wanted to kill the beast long
       ago, but, lacked the heart to do so. So, he only sighed as he
       demanded to the beast. "Follow me. We have business to attend
       to." Though his distaste for the creature it had obeyed.
       Following him as he made his way to a small graveyard in the
       town. Passing several of the elven men and women who whispered
       their infernal judgements. Not bothering with the mouths of such
       insignificant creatures. He had stopped once he reached a small
       grave with her name etched upon it. He could easily use his
       power to tear the earth from the grave, but, instead he reached
       over and grabbed a nearby shovel. Letting out a sigh. "You.
       Beast... You will serve your master today. I will bring her
       back, but, I require your assistance..." He looked to the
       creature before shoving the shovel into the dirt. Beginning to
       dig up the dirt for hours at a time.
       As time has passed Razor climbed out of the grave: his dirtied
       cloak like jackef hanging upon the edge of the dirt. Removed
       from his body to expose his right arm. Appearing as if it was
       made out of stone: the once tattooed rose stem glowing with a
       strange energy; etched into his hardened arm. His eyes did not
       leave the coffin as he jumped down into the grave: slamming onto
       the cascet. Sending his solid fist into the wood as it began to
       burn like paper. Leaving only her body laying within the bottom
       of the coffin: laying perfectly in tact. He let out a sigh as he
       eyed her serene appearance. "It is time for you to wake up, my
       love..." He said before he pulled her body from the box. Placing
       her next to the grave on solid ground in front of the beast:
       pulling a knife from his pocket. Eying the beast over as he
       climbed from the grave. "Your blood... Either give it to me for
       the sake of your master or I will take it... Either way; you die
       here by my hand." He said as he gripped the blade tighter.
       Whether or not he had the beasts blessing he walked over to it:
       softly petting down it's mane with a sigh. His eyes drifting
       down as he quickly brought the blade up. Slicing the creature's
       throat open as he cupped the blood beneath it's neck. Sure to
       get the bulk of it within his hand as he used his other bloodied
       hand to open the mouth of the corps. Speaking out softly as he
       let out one final huff. "Here goes nothing..." he said as he
       drained the contents of his hand into her mouth.  His bloodied
       hand sliding down her cheek as he admired her beauty even in
       death. Just to be sure his hand slipping down to her own to
       slice her palm. Mingling the beasts blood with her own as he
       held her hand. Hoping one of the two ways would be correct:
       ignorant of this ritual. "You are my Skye... Not evendeath may
       have you." He spoke as he awaited: holding softly to her hand.
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       Re: A ReAquainted Love
       By: Nightingale Date: November 18, 2015, 2:32 pm
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       The unicorn had become cold now, collapsed to the ground and
       most of it's blood drained out. The body that lay in Razor's
       arms was covered in blood and yet was still cold. A few minutes
       pasted and the blood began to become a thick coating, as if it
       were wrapping the body up. Suddenly the body became heavier and
       slightly bulky, the blood was a coat of white and began to fall
       off like snow.
       As the coating feel off so did what looked like white feathers,
       the unicorn's magic blood had been blessed by the willingness of
       death by the unicorn. It loved Skye and couldn't have preformed
       this action by it's self. White feathery wings began to shift
       and move to expose the body, now warmed and color returning to
       flush the skin the pretty fair tone it had back in life. Her
       hair was luscious and shinned once more regaining it's volume
       but it was still much longer then before.
       Skye's eyes began to flickers as she fought opening them and
       exposing them to the light. Her hand quickly moved over her face
       and was used as a visor to block some of the sun from her
       beautiful blue eyes. They took a minute to adjust and she looked
       about her glances always came back to the dark haired figure
       above her. She began to focus in and her lips parted ever so
       slightly; "Ra-Razor?"
       She left out a slight groan from her body feeling so stiff. "Is
       that you? Are we...dead?"
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       Re: A ReAquainted Love
       By: Evil Kitty Date: November 18, 2015, 9:42 pm
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       Razor's blue eyes remained fixed on her form even as she was
       shrouded in the white feathers: keeping her hidden from his
       glance. His numb expression drifting to that of an amused smirk
       as the wings began to spread afar; exposing her face to him once
       more. His eyes almost seeming to relax for a moment as he
       finally heard her voice in months. His hand releasing her own
       only to brush the back of his fingers over her once more warm
       flesh of her cheeks. Feeling the warm blush placed under her
       skin. Speaking out in a calm tone as his eyed remained upon her
       own. "Dead? Well... I'm not dead; that's for sure... But, you,
       on the other hand? Well... I don't exactly know how to answer
       that." He said so  easily as if this was not his first time
       seeing a person raised from the dead. Razor himself having been
       revived several times over in the past. It would probably happen
       in the future as well. Continuing to speak in that same tone as
       his hand slid further down her skin to her jaw. "You were... For
       a couple of months. But, you are alive now... As alive as you
       can be anyway. Do you feel any different?"
       His voice was much more serene than it had ever been. His once
       demanding, irritated, tone now seemed docile and more friendly.
       One could even say... Caring. His change not limited to just his
       body and eyes. He was surprised she had even recognized her
       after all of his change. His shorter hair. Blue eyes. Much
       more... Conservative clothing. Everything about him was
       different down to the finest details. Even his right arm was
       permanently as solid as rock; only the vine shape spiraling down
       the arm breaking the rock to glow with a deep red energy. The
       scarlet glow impersonating the warmth of flesh as he ran the
       glowing fingers down her jaw and shoulder; pushing her hair back
       over her ear. "You missed a lot in your absence... Kira is off
       on her own. Serrin... Well... He has become a bit of a problem.
       Even I had changed... I hope you enjoy this form. I don't know
       if I can change it anymore." His smirk perking up a little to
       the kind gesture; baring his fangs once more. It seemed to be
       the only thing that had not changed about him. That almost
       vampiric smirk he donned so naturally.
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       Re: A ReAquainted Love
       By: Nightingale Date: November 19, 2015, 11:00 am
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       Skye was finally able to have her eyes adjust so that she could
       see Razor clearly. His words were right he had changed. Did his
       change have something to do with the fact he was here, and she
       was now once again alive? Skye smiled softly, "Oh Razor, any
       form of yours is just fine I will adore you either way. Old or
       young. Its just my person."
       Sky took her hand from above her eyes and placed it against
       Razor's face, her face ever more smitten then before. "I can
       certianly tell you that I feel the same but am no longer the
       same. These wings are quite large and hard to not feel nor see."
       Sky paused for a moment and took her hand from Razor's face. She
       had a worried look about her. "Razor...you were dearly missed
       too, everything after is cold and lonely but pardon my asking,
       how did you bring me back? Not that I am ungreatful. I did ever
       want to come back and be with you and our children but I guess
       what I am mainly asking is why do I have wings?"
       #Post#: 397649--------------------------------------------------
       Re: A ReAquainted Love
       By: Evil Kitty Date: November 19, 2015, 7:29 pm
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       Razor let out a relieved sigh as she was finally adjusting to
       her rebirth. Releasing his hands from her as he slowly stood
       next to her; gripping his jacket on his way up. Sliding it onto
       his form as it covered his entire body down to his ankles. Only
       a thin line of exposure from the center of his chest all the way
       down remaining uncovered by the draping coat. Speaking in a soft
       tone as he looked down to her. "Well, that is a relief... I
       would have hated for this reunion to be a disappointment, after
       all." He looked down to his form; covered in dried earth as he
       attempted to pat most of the mess off. Only managing to get some
       of it off of him. His eyes straying away from her as she spoke
       her questions. Letting out a sigh as he motioned his head
       towards the lifeless beast beside them. His voice becoming cold.
       "I gave the beast what it wanted. It was willing to give it's
       life for your return..." He said before outstretching his hand.
       Though, the voice in his head began to taunt him uncontrollably.
       "Oh, how noble of the prince of beasts! Kill in the name of
       life! Are you sure you do not have your words twisted?"
       His jaw clenched as the words rung in his skull; infuriating the
       beast within him. Though, unlike most enemies, he could not kill
       this voice that so easily taunted him. It was stuck in the
       recesses of his mind: trapped feeding off of his own barren
       soul. "Why don't you tell her the truth, my prince? Tell her it
       was your choice! You chose to take the beasts life in exchange
       for her own! The beasts view on the matter was really only a
       coincidence!" Razor's fists beginning to clench before he
       accidentally spoke aloud in reply to it's taunts. "Silence..."
       Though, he was quick to catch himself in the act of speaking:
       quick to try and correct the error. "I mean... We should get
       going... People in this village of yours are not the silent
       type... They enjoy judging our family as it is... You laying
       here revived next to a grave will not rest easy on their
       tongues." With that he outstretched his rough, dirtied, hand for
       her. In an attempt to help her up from the earth.
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       Re: A ReAquainted Love
       By: Nightingale Date: November 19, 2015, 7:56 pm
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       Skye quickly turned her head to what use to be hear dearest pet
       and by far her favorite of creatures that had inhabited the
       village. She tried to not show her hurt for its death for it was
       too the beast who willingly let Razor do this. Periwinkle's
       blessed bloof had restored her and gave her more.
       Skye looked up at Razor's hand and grasped it. Skye struggled to
       pull her self up, saddly her leg muscles had yet to awake and
       she only fell to her knees. "I would love to get up, but I do
       not think it is going to be that easy my body is still yet
       catching up."
       Skye attempted to try again, but the outcome sent her back to
       the ground as if she was bound there by invisible strings. She
       left out a sigh, "This is quite dissapointing. It is as if I
       have to learn to walk again.."
       Skye began to look around and she left out a, "hmm". With that
       Skye began to try to see if these new wings could help get her
       onto her feet then maybe she can lean up against Razor and he
       can be her support. The white wings began to flicker and a few
       more feathers fell, she could feel the twinges in her back from
       the movement of the wings. Flying was out of the question her
       body was too sore and fresh; even baby birds need time before
       they can fly. Although if she could spred them and at least flap
       a few times to take some of the weight off she could get up.
       The wings expanded but Skye made a slight yelp in pain, the
       largs white wings were more then she had exspected. They began
       to flicker lightly at first then a bit harder, Skye took Razors
       hand once more and was sent up off the ground and on her feet.
       Once she stopped moving the wings though she was sent falling
       into his chest. "My body feels so heavy..it is in so much
       pain.."
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       Re: A ReAquainted Love
       By: Evil Kitty Date: November 19, 2015, 8:12 pm
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       Razor watched her struggle with a slightly amused smirk; finding
       the constant stumbling a bit of a joke. He had been killed and
       revived several times over, but, never quite had the same
       problems. Then again, his revivals were always much different
       than her own. He did not see how being revived by the blood of a
       horned horse would be even possible, but, it served it's
       purpose. So, he could not question it. Instead he only caught
       her as she fell onto him: even the new wings of her's serving as
       only visual for right now. He wrapped a single arm around her as
       he spoke softly to her: his stone arm glowing faintly behind her
       back. "Don't worry... I got your from here. I am sure you will
       be fine in no time. Now lets get you home and a bath.... I am
       sure you want to get rid of all this dirt." He said before he
       turned away from her. His arm slipping around to support her by
       gripping his rib on her right side. His arms holding up under
       her arm its to make sure he held all of her weight up.
       He softly began to walk; not bothering to clean up the mess they
       had left. His shadow pulling from under his body as it pulled
       from the ground. Exposing an armored man with black hair; faint
       green strips flowing across the black strands. Razor speaking
       back to him for a moment as he turned his head. "Raznor... Clean
       up this mess. I don't need to know how..." Raznor only nodding
       in reply as he spoke out to Razor; looking to the unicorn's
       body. "As you wish, my master..." With that Razor only continued
       walking; leaving the graveyard. Slowly passing through town as
       Razor once more heard the whispers of the elven men and women
       they passed. Even the children joining in their judgmental
       words. One in particular phrase catching his attention as he
       listened... "They are demons... The lot of them." He only
       attempted to ignore their words; not wishing to destroy the
       village Skye had come to love so much. They were lucky to have
       her here. They just had no idea how lucky they really were.
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       Re: A ReAquainted Love
       By: Nightingale Date: November 19, 2015, 8:53 pm
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       Skye's eyes strayed away from the glances, she just walked on
       with Razor slowly being able to feel her legs stop shaking.
       "They must be catching up now" she thought to herself as each
       step became easier. Skye glanced at Razor and although the
       whispers around her were harsh she couldn't help but smile.
       Razor was as handsome as ever.
       She felt his warmth and her face slightly flush. She had
       forgotten what being close to him felt like. To her he made her
       feel safe and secure. He had a comforting warmth other may fear
       but she longed for. Razor could still make her stomach flutter
       as if it were full of butterflies. She put her hand up to her
       face in an attempt to hide her blushing.
       "Does he notice? I hope not. So embrassing." She thought inside
       her head not noticing herself barely relying on his support
       anymore for her legs have awoken. Her body felt almost normal.
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       Re: A ReAquainted Love
       By: Evil Kitty Date: November 19, 2015, 10:15 pm
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       Razor continued to hold her up even as she noticed her using her
       legs much more and the weight shifting off of him. She may have
       no longer needed his help, but, she was not at her full strength
       either. She needed time. Nourishment. Most of all... She needed
       a bath. She reeked of death and earth. It was enough to make
       anybody weak in the knees. Though, he was not phased by it.
       Death was not a smell he was a stranger to. If Skye had only
       known his history... His past would unfold her and push her from
       him. Death was not the only creature of sin who had come to call
       him friend. There was many despicable things he had done in his
       past to earn his place as a beast. Or even a demon. Maybe that
       was why he sought out the name of Bloodrose? A family ran by a
       demon lord. It had to be the most fitting of names for a
       creature such as himself. Though, with this new form... He would
       change himself. He would attempt to create a whole new world of
       himself: casting aside death, lust, and destruction. It would be
       a hard road, but, he would try... Only time would tell whether
       or not he would succeed. Though, she would be there. Serving as
       his guiding light in the sea of darkness.
       With these thoughts plaguing him mind they finally made it to
       the nearest outskirt of the village: their home. It laid on the
       furthest border of the village for good reason. A place to
       escape the whispers of the people who ruled this place. Even the
       children suffered the excommunication. The only one they seemed
       to embrace was Serrin and only the young ladies welcomed him so
       easily. He knew the fathers and mothers felt much differently
       about the boy, though. "We're home..." He spoke softly as they
       made their way past the short fence; opening up the door as they
       reached the step. Pushing the door harshly as it slammed against
       the wall. Serrin immediately shooting up off of the chair as he
       gripped his chest in fear. "Oh! Father! You scared me!" As
       Serrin looked to the woman on his arm his eyebrow furrowed
       curiously. Speaking out in his kind, soft, tone as he eyed the
       white haired angelic woman. "Um... Who's that? ... You had me
       worried. I didn't think you would come back after so long..."
       Serrin spoke so plainly as he clenched the rag in his hand;
       twisting it anxiously. He could feel the demon inside of him
       take pleasure from the woman's appearance. Calling out to do
       what he had done to all women before her. Destroy them in every
       which way. Though, he knew better. Keeping his hand off the
       rattling mask on his belt in fear of his father's punishments.
       Razor only hurried up and walked her past Serrin as he spoke out
       to the young boy. His voice rushed and somewhat anxious. "I will
       explain later. For right now she needs a bath and clothes.... Do
       me a favor and go buy some from the village?" Serrin only nodded
       as he pulled money from a closet drawer. "Fine. Fine... I will
       be back." With that he left the house rather quickly as Razor
       took her immediately to the bathroom. Sitting her on the side of
       the tub as he stood up straight; pulling the dirtied coat from
       his body once more. ".... As you can clearly see... Serrin is
       not exactly my son." He looked to her with his serious blue
       eyes. "I mean.. He is, but, his genes were taken over by one you
       just may recognize..." He said as he wandered over to the sink.
       Turning it on as he washed his hands. "But... On another note...
       Can you pull in those wings of yours? Otherwise it may be a
       little tricky to bathe you... We need to get that smell off." He
       said as he looked down to the water pouring the blackened dirt
       from his hands.
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       Re: A ReAquainted Love
       By: Nightingale Date: November 20, 2015, 1:21 pm
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       Skye smiled as she looked at the house they approched. "It looks
       different. But I see you have been taking good care of it." As
       the door opened and slammed agaisnt the way Skye's eyes wondered
       around the house. They paused on Serrin, her son. He looked so
       much different. As Skye was rushed past him by Razor she
       couldn't stop looking at Serrin. Something was wrong. She could
       see his core and it was terribly black and rotted. In that
       moment she heard Razor shoo him away she felt her heart sink.
       Skye sat on the tubs edge, her feet could feel the warmth of
       water starting to brush over them as the tub filled. The water
       quickly darkening from the dirt.  She looked to Razor with
       concern, her lips parted slightly like she wanted to respond to
       him but she couldn't find nor bare the words. "I-I can see what
       he is, Razor spare me the pain for noe if you please. Just for
       now. He is full of blackness and rot. I can try to pull them
       back if that could help..?"
       Her wings fluttered at first then she was able to adjust them to
       streach out behind her as she sat in the tub. She scooted back
       enough that they could rest on the back of the tub. "Does this
       help? I wonder if there is a way to turn them off so to
       speak..but I guess one thing at a time right?"
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