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#Post#: 397417--------------------------------------------------
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?"
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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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