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Re: Eerie Meetings / The Flower Of Death
DIR By: The Black Sheep
Date: January 17, 2016, 2:04 pm
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With Raznor now separated from his form Razor could feel himself
weakening... His soul slipped away and causing his body to
dwindle away as if it had never existed in the first place. So,
he had set out to search for one who was still part of his body:
Phobia. The darkness of his soul and the only part left to
sustain his power. The sin that dwelled deep within his soul and
controlled his ambition. He needed the darkened creature to
rejoin with him: his only hope left. He knew all to well that
this would alter him beyond repair... Having only the darkness
to sustain him. Knowing it would turn him into a monster of
darkness and power. Though, it was a risk worth taking.
He could feel the creature's presence... Tracking him to a town
known as Cheydinhal. A town where he had run into a woman: a
vampire. Her undead abilities making her an excelent assassin: a
profession she seemed to think she hid well. Though, Razor has
been around entirely too long to not know one when he had seen
them. Her attitude. The very way she presented herself. Yet,
this would work in his favor. Having known that Phobia had found
sanctuary with a group of assassins he could only assume this
would woman would lead him to them.
Of course she did just that: taking him to the sanctuary buried
deep within the abandoned house. All he had to do was express
his interest in such a profession. Having no interest in their
petty money he would, of course, not follow through with these
assassins. Though, he needed to find the monster: the sin hidden
from him. Otherwise he would not be long for this world.
Having entered the assassin's sanctuary he looked to the woman
known as Anemone: a numb chuckle escaping his lips before he
spoke. "So there is no point in keeping up this little game,
Anemone... Where is he? The one you may have come to know as
Phobia?" In that very instant a much more sinister chuckle
slipped into the room. A form slowly solidifying into a darkened
corner of the room: wandering out into the open. A masked,
wounded looking, monster of a man. His one scarlet eye peering
through the mask as it looked to Razor. "It seems as though you
are in need of me... Master.." His darkened voice gRazor this
title so angrily.
Razor only glaring in return as he looked over Phobia. Something
had changed in Phobia's behavior... He had become more... Brave.
"So it would seem... Raznor has separated and taken his
freedom... I'm sure I do not need to tell you I am beginning to
fade, Phobia. My room is beginning to crack and wither. Falling
apart. I have been exhausting my power just to keep this body in
tact. Without my soul I will meet a quick grave. Will you join
me, Phobia?" With that he extended his hand for Phobia: awaiting
his reply. Phobia would have been a fool to deny this offer. For
if Razor were to fade so would Phobia. They needed each others'
existence in order to survive. Of course Phobia had his own
ambitions: only reinforcing his want to fuse once more.
"Very well... Master. I will save you from the abyss." With that
Phobia wandered closer to Razor and place his own, decrepid,
hand upon his. The moment their bodies made contact Phobia's
body burst into shadows. Pouring into Razor's form with ease.
Razor's eyes growing closed for a moment as he took in a deep
breath. He was not whole... But, he now did not need to force
himself to stay alive. He could now survive without the constant
use of his powers. "Mmmn..." Letting out a pleased groan before
his lips curved into a fanged smirk. His blue eyes once more
opening to expose the scarlet hue they had once more shown.
"Perfect..." He muttered out to himself.
Yet just as he had spoken his eyes twinged into the feline
appearance: his eyes shining a look of panic. The smirk quickly
fading as his body began to wrack with pain flowing through him.
A loud roar escaping his lips as he dropped to his knees:
grumbling out to Anemone. His eyes paniced and looking to her
for answers. "W-What is this...?" The moment those words left
his lips countless large hooked chains shot forth from the
darkness: stabbing into Razor's flesh.Letting out a pained yell
as the pain shoot for th Razor's glance. The chains beginning to
retract into the darkness in a slow pace: giving Razor time to
yell to Anemone. "What the hell are you doing to me!? Stop
this!" He force quicklly was cut off as the chains quickly
yanked back: absorbing Razor into the darkness. Screams of pain
and agony were quickly silenced by a low, garglish, growl
rumbling through the darkness. The growling silenced for only
silence to fill the room.
This silence quickly broken as the sound of heavy footsteps
filling the room. A long, red, haired man beginning to expose
his body to the light. His eyes completely filled with a deep
red and the pupil consisting of a black, cat like, pupil. His
legs covered, as well as his ribs, with a dark leather outfit:
tightly fitting to his form. Two large black, nearly knee high,
boots covering a porton of his legs as well as studded, leather,
covers surrounding his thick forearms. The outfit left his
abdomen and chest open to expose the carving three carvings the
chains left upon his form. These carvings seeming to remain
fresh: remaining subtly stapled to remain open. They seemed to
be three rips going up his perfectly sculpted stomach and two
large ripped crossing between his two thick chest muscles to
form an "X." His skin a light, pale, gray as the left portion of
his face held scarred burn makes: leaving it disfigured, but, no
longer fresh. The right side remained beautiful, but, red cracks
crawled up the side of his face; ending aside from his forehead.
His cold, dark, glance falling to Anemone with a fanged smirk.
"So what do you think?"
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Re: Eerie Meetings / The Flower Of Death
DIR By: Damnedprincess
Date: January 17, 2016, 3:08 pm
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Anemone wasn't stupid, she knew of everything going on in her
sanctuary. After all she was the mistress of these halls.
Anemone knew of Hex's research with the one they called Phobia;
she even over heard them talk about some host and phobia being
one of the hosts parts. Although she rather not bother herself
with it unless it was to escolate into a guild issue. Then there
came the tall dark handsome man at the bar.
How strange it was for a man to openly approach her in such a
manor; even more so seeking sanctuary without seeking the actual
place. He came directly to her. He knew no phrase and although
he smelled familar, Enqubis, he wasn't someone she knew. Roy?
Still a new face. So she decided to take him on; leading him
into the bowels of the dark abandoned house. She knew his
presence would call to the other members of the halls so if he
were to try to kill her he wouldn't get far.
As he called to her about ending the game and looking for Phobia
Anemone just sparked up her menthol cigerette. Her eyes looked
to the cornor of the room where Phobia had began to emerge. She
took a seat on the long lounge couch and crossed her legs,
resting her elbow upon the arm rest keeping her hand near her
face so she could ash the cigerette. The rest had nothing to
concern her but she would...observe to make sure nothing gets
destroyed. Plus Hex wouldn't like if her play toy would die here
or something.
By now they had merged back and she watched his smirk diminish
and panic fall before his face. She stayed and empty vessel, no
emotion was shown just they smoke that slipped from her plump
pink lips. As he began to call out in agoney, blaming her she
shook her head and outened her cigerette.
"I am not an idiot to what goes on in my halls, I knew someone
would be looking for Phobia sooner or later, and you made it
quite obvious. No man looking for the sanctuary comes to me them
come home. If you get in the hall yourself you must belong here.
I really have no say in that matter you can ask Mr.Phobia that
one. IF you get the chance. But I think he has his own plans for
you...Master." She spoke with a stern yet amused tone and at the
end mocked him for thinking she was truely ignorant. Although
she wasn't sure what was to come next but that's why she was
there watching.
She was ignorant to many things though that she wouldn't deny
but not everything. She had been here for a while too,
immortality makes you learn things. She walked slowly around
the man as he was thrown into Phobia's mercy. She flashed a
smirk of her own probably one more sarcastic and just circled
back to the sofa where she watched him change.
Hex heard the groans of pain and looked up from her beakers. She
arose from her chair and tiled her head; "Anemone fed yesterday
is she really feeding again today? Is she trying to bulk up?"
Hex took off her black frame glasses and lab coat covered in god
knows what then began to head upstairs to the sactum.
As the man revealed himself Anemone cocked her head slightly to
check him out. Her eyes scanned over his body. "Depends on who I
am talking too? What do we call you now...Mister er?"
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Re: Eerie Meetings / The Flower Of Death
DIR By: The Black Sheep
Date: January 17, 2016, 4:17 pm
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The newly forged man tilted his head to the side as he heard her
words. Who was he? His voice slipping out in a numb,
contemplative, tone. "What to call me...? Does it really
matter...?" He stated before he looked down to his hands. Each
of his fingers covered in removable metal claws appearing to be
weapons or jewelry. His eyes cast over his form with a slow
motion. Attempting to answer that question himself. "I am not
the man you saw... Or the monster you knew..." His red eyes
drifting up to her oh so slowly. Bringing his hands up to his
face: feeling up either side as he spoke. "I suppose you may
call me... Domin."
He could feel Hex's presence moving from the other room. Her
presence seemed to be the harshest in this place... A place
drenched in sin, and, yet, her sin seemed to be the strongest of
them. His glance seemed to cast over to the direction of her
presence for just a moment before shifting back to Anemone. His
voice slipping out once more as he gently bowed his head
forward. "As always... A deal is a deal. Hex has kept on my
end... And I shall keep on your's. I will serve your guild... I
will punish those who defy us." Standing to his full once more
as his smirk plagued his lips once more.
#Post#: 403649--------------------------------------------------
Re: Eerie Meetings / The Flower Of Death
DIR By: Damnedprincess
Date: January 17, 2016, 8:14 pm
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Anemone gave the new man a smile, "Well it is nice to meet you,
Domin." With that Anemone left out a yawn as he looked back to
where Hex could be felt coming to join them, she was mostlikely
going to be confused. As Domin spoke of serving the guild Hex
was in the door way stairing the new fellow down. There was no
blood? She crept in closer as Anemone parted her lips and said,
"Very well welcome home then, Domin. You are going to be just
what I need to get my plans into motion. Liberation of
Cheydinhal! I can almost taste the blood of the count. Alas we
are just missing a few more desired peices so you can take time
and get use to your new body, abilities whatever has changed."
Anemone swung her legs off the couch and stood up streching. She
waved to Hex slowly and Hex looked highly confused. "N-New body?
Did I miss something?" Hex circled the man so she could meet his
gaze. Something was familar on the worn side of his face,
slightly she squinted as if that was to help her figure out what
had occured. Anemone giggled and nudged Hex sending her forward
into Domi, had forgotten Hex was human and Anemone had vampire
super strength. Hex stumbled right into Domin's chest and
quickly regained her footing to push away her hand grazed the
deep scarring on his chest. She slightly became flustered as
Anemone giggled again, "Oopse! Sorry Vampire strength my bad!
BUT common Hex your telling me you can not recognize dear
Phobia? You only spent all your time with him for what? Bout a
month?"
Anemone began to walk toword the kitchen with the intent to
continue to drink. Hex looked up quickly to Domin in awe.
"You...you became whole? So it actually worked!" Hex's mood
changed from her average dispair to excitement. Enough
excitement to fill the halls with her up beat mood. She
practically skipped around him talking a mile a minute.
"I can't believe it so everything was an success! I need to go
right all this down starting from our first exsperiment! I must
record this for future notes! You wouldn't mind letting me run a
few more tests! OH! We could observe your abilities together! I
can help you adjust to your new form! I can actually touch you
now there is an almost warmth even! This is so thrilling! I must
go begin to prepare!"
Anemone stood in the door slowly sipping on a beer watching Hex
practically bounce from wall to wall. She looked over at Domin
and shook her head, as she was talking Anemone muttered only
loud enough for Domin to hear her jokingly,"her panties are
probably so soaked. At this rate congrates on making your first
girl orgasm, props you didn't even have to touch her!" Anemone
bursted out laughing and Hex stopped, "What's so funny guys?"
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