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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: November 12, 2012, 6:08 pm
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He quickly drained his glass as he was dragged away, setting the
empty cup on a nearby table as was dragged along by the woman,
though he merely allowed the dragging. There was a certain kind
of pleasure he felt as he was being 'dragged' into the crowded
streets of the village --most of the people had already left for
home, and it was noticeable, the press of bodies was still
oppressive in certain spots; the feeling of having things out of
his hands for once, as he was being lead through the streets,
allowed a small smile to find his lips and it was strange to
feel content when he had no control over where he was going.
Could he even trust Mariposa? She hadn't given him any reason
not to but that didn't mean anything, but he pushed the thoughts
out of his head and let himself feel content to be lead like a
horse on reins. After awhile, he tucked the cigarette behind his
ear, silver hair hiding it from view, and he spoke, "Hold up."
Stopping, he slipped off his jacket and offered it to her. "Take
it. You'll need it more than me." He rubbed his jaw as he peered
about and offered his arm to the woman once again so that they
could resume their search.
His silvery flesh hid most of the scars, save for the light,
purple bruises and the pink scars, both of which were new and
only a few hours old. It seemed a sin that anything should mar
that perfect, silver flesh; flesh pulled taut over hard, lean
muscle. "Just let me know if you see anything you like." Before
she could exploit his offer with her childlike innocence, he
added quickly, "Clothes, at least. Just... clothes." Dracierous
brushed back his hair with a soft sigh and stuffed his hands
into his pockets, enjoying the weight of the woman at his side;
the presence she offered helped soothe his mind for the most
part.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Sebastian Date: November 12, 2012, 6:49 pm
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Mari led them through the streets, her hand gripping firmly on
Alistair's wrist as if she was gripping onto her only hope in
the world. To an extent, he was. She didn't know what she would
be doing right now, or where she would be without him - as
cheesy as it sounded. And right now, despite the thinning of the
people in the town, she was thankful for his intimidating
demeanor. It scared away most people. She didn't want to be
bothered at the moment, the alcohol making its way to her head
in an annoying throb as well as whirl-winding her thoughts and
common sense. When Alistair had stopped walking, Mari stumbled
forward before resituating herself back at his side, slipping
her arms through the sleeves of her jacket with a small smile
and a mumbled thank you.The offered arm, however, caught Mari by
surprise, and for a few a seconds she stood there staring at it
in wonder before she happily slipped her arm through his, other
hand resting carefully on his chest as she placed her forehead
against his shoulder as if the contact would suck the ache out
of her head.
Her fingers tapped idly on his chest as they walked through the
town, her eyes scanning the displays of each building they
passed. The first thing that caught her attention was a small
diner, as the sign said. It had been many hours since she'd last
eaten, but the alcohol in her system made the rumble in her
stomach vanish, replacing it with a sloshy feeling. She merely
brushed it off and marched onward, looking for stores that sold
the clothing Alistair limited her to getting. "I don't know..
where to go." Mariposa mumbled quietly into his ear, a lost look
entering her crystal blue eyes as her bare feet padded along the
rough concrete of the sidewalk.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: December 8, 2012, 11:14 pm
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The woman's hand resting at his chest made him tense up
slightly, though she would probably have felt it in any case.
One didn't survive thousands of years by being reckless; maybe
in his younger years, but he had learned. He had changed. For
better or worse, he had changed. Sometimes, he wondered about
just... falling into a deep slumber, letting the world of dreams
take hold and carry him away until his body was empty, a husk.
Maybe even create a little slice of heaven in the Nevernever for
himself in the Wyld. Spend about a week using the entirety of
his magic to create wards that would last throughout the
centuries. Wards to rival the strongest of magic-users, even
rivaling the power of the Outsiders. Dracierous could do it, he
knew, without a doubt, but he enjoyed being in the moment,
though, like most of his kind, he did enjoy his solidarity.
Pulling himself out of his mind, he allowed himself a small
smile and leaned into Mariposa some, letting the warmth of his
body seep into her, relaxing her muscles and bones. "Oh? Well,
we have all the time in the world, my little butterfly, to look.
If you wanted, we could go back to the inn and you could sleep.
No one is forcing you to be out here." But, as they walked,
Dracierous's usual intimidating presence became a soft, soothing
warmth that invited people to wave, though they did nothing more
and resumed their business, whatever it may be. "We might even
be able to get something to eat..." He murmured just loud enough
for her to ear, almost as if he was teasing her with the
prospect.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: December 9, 2012, 1:00 pm
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Feeling Alistair tense, Mariposa turned her head to the side
while still managing to keep the contact of her forehead on his
shoulder - which seemed to do its job of sucking out her
headache. She brushed his tense demeanor off with a mental
shrug, unable to force herself to analyze any further than him
just being cold - something she knew was definitely not the
answer. Eventually she felt him relax, his body lean into her
more which only seemed to soothe and provide her body with more
warmth. At his claim she raised her head to look at him, a
playful smirk curling up the corners of her pink lips. "All the
time in the world?" She purred, moving her head closer to him
until the tip of her cold nose was barely touching the skin of
his neck. They continued to walk, Mari becoming more and more
comfortable with him as well as warm. Eventually she found
herself straightening up, leaning away from him to cool her
heated body. "What would you want to do?" Her head swooping
closer to him so the whisper reached his ears only. It seemed
too dark to get clothes, and in her mental state she knew she
would make horrible choices on clothes - not too many shops
seemed to be open this late anyways, so that was ruled out.
Going back to the inn could result in some.. questionable
choices. And getting food.. Even at the though her stomach
clenched as if it was angry from being full of the liquid fire
Alistair had gotten her. She was running on empty and hopefully
eating some food would rid her of the headache. "Do you want
food?" She questioned, stopping them in front of another one of
those buildings with a delicious smell wafting from it.
Her thoughts were soon kidnapped from the thought of food as a
four wheeled contraption zoomed down the black top, a red and
blue light flashing with an annoying noise blaring from it. Mari
found herself moving closer to Alistair, eyes growing wide as
the thing rolled past them at an alarming pace, chasing another
one of the things that was moving just as fast but in a more
sloppy manner. "Or we could go back to the inn and get food
there." She added quickly, voice muffled for her face was
pressed into his shoulder as she peeked at the two contraptions.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: December 24, 2012, 1:57 am
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His body chilled slightly at the feeling of her nose against his
neck, but he welcomed the slight chill, letting it dissolve some
of his more instinctual mindset of what he would like to do.
Letting out a heavy sigh, he shrugged, "We are here for you, my
dear butterfly. If we were to stop here, " He pointed to the
food place, "we could get food but would have to walk all the
way back to the inn, should we feel tired afterwards. But,
should we go back to the inn and eat, it would be a matter of
minutes of getting a room, or two." He paused, staring about
with a small frown before looking down at the woman. "And,
tomorrow, we can go the other way and see if there isn't
anything that tickles your fancy, eh?" But food... Dracierous
could feel his stomach rumble at the thought and almost broke
down to go inside the food place they were stopped at, but did
not and turned around and started walking back towards the inn
in which they would stay for a day or three. He had nothing
better to do and he did not think Mariposa got out often,
especially with the way she clung to him when the two cars raced
by. But, he understood, on some level, what it was like to hear
about change and then see it. But, when one has been around
longer than Christianity, one sees some change. Whether or not
they like it. But, when that one has the power to traverse time,
change becomes irrelevant; meaningless, almost.
With that, he often times asked himself why he didn't go back to
day he got hit with the death curse. Dracierous wouldn't ever
admit it to himself, but he couldn't stand looking upon the
woman again; a woman, while he had coerced into betraying her
betrothed, had come to accept and open up to. She hadn't known
everything, and probably never would, but to be able to tell the
truth... Bah!
Shaking his head out of his reverie, his fingers found
Mariposa's and gave a small squeeze. He murmured softly, for her
ears only. "As long as you are with me, I shan't let harm befall
you. But," he added after a moment, "that doesn't mean you can
just find trouble or start it." Dracierous huffed, releasing a
trail of smoke from his nostrils; a few sparks dancing in the
wind.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: December 25, 2012, 9:56 am
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Mari could only nod against his neck, nose rubbing his skin,
before she pulled away and looked around once more. There
definitely weren't as many people out as before when they were
just entering the town. Curiosity took over as she wondered just
how many people would the maximum of the day have been? If she
just so happened to stumble in -without Alistair by her side-
during that time, how would she hold up? What would have
happened? She could have been abducted -and ravaged- by drunk
men. Or taken and killed for all she knew. Mari wasn't any
stronger than any other girl, and her toned legs proved that she
was in shape. So, did she stand a chance at all? Running away
would only make her captor angry and be even more malicious as
he had his way with her.. Then again, so could Alistair. Take
her some place where no one could hear her screams. She trusted
him more than she trusts any one else here, but he was also the
only person she knew so there was no reasoning. The point was
that he didn't. He kept her safe instead of putting her in
danger, and she wondered why.
Blinking herself out of her mental bickering, Mari glanced back
over her shoulder at the tall man, raising a single brow in his
direction before turning on her heel and following after him.
This time, however, as she now stood by his side, she didn't
cling to him, rather she stood her distance away but allowed her
shoulder to brush his every so often as if to reassure him that
she wasn't mad or anything. She'd grown more confident in the
short period of time they've been in the town, but she was still
frightened enough to not venture out on her own. Besides, she
was cold. The jacket Alistair had given her only reached just
below the curve of her butt, and her dress barely reached mid
thigh and she had nothing else on.
Once more Mariposa was awakened from her mind, this time however
by the man at her side as he gently grabbed her hand. It was a
comforting gesture, one she assumed he was incapable of because
he was so cold. Even his murmuring soothed her mind, and she
found herself leaning into him to hear him even better, to the
point where his lips brushed against the side of her forehead,
baby blue eyes having closed within seconds of hearing his
voice. His voice. She liked it. It held so much power and
dominance, it basically boomed from his lungs, yet, right at
this moment, it seemed so fragile and soft. And was it wrong
that this woman was glad, nearly giddy, that his transformed
voice was only hers to hear? It was a blessing to hear for it
seemed like Alistair wasn't one to show such things.
Mari's smile grew at the thought, pearly whites visible from
behind her pink lips. In seconds, however, her face screwed up
cutely from the scent of the smoke entering her nostrils. She
could only giggle, coughing slightly as she narrowed her eyes at
him playfully, rolling them soon after. By this time the inn was
just ahead of them, and she continued her way to it with
Alistair's hand in hers.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: December 26, 2012, 8:42 pm
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As the woman started to cough, Dracierous chuckled, glancing
down at her as the smoke danced away in the wind. A glint of
amusement twinkling in the silver hues; an impish grin twisting
his features, revealing the pointed teeth. While Dracierous was
thousands of years old, he still gets self-conscious of his
teeth and so, he looked away from her, his smile vanishing as he
realized what he was doing. Too late now, fool. She's already
seen them... Well, she knows what I am, on some level. But, his
ears twitched as they neared the inn and he let out a heavy
sigh. "It seems some excitement as ensued at the inn..." As they
got closer, shadows danced behind the windows, things being
thrown and, closer still, yells and sounds of fighting.
Dracierous allowed himself a wolfish grin as they got closer,
flexing the fingers of one hand then clenching it into a fist to
pop the knuckles. With enough power to level a small continent,
Dracierous did enjoy a good ol' fashioned brawl; the feel of
bone and cartilage breaking beneath his fists, or fist, as was
the case now; the small discomfort that came with hitting
someone. It was satisfying indeed. That, and the predator within
wanted to be released, to run rampant on the fools who would
dare challenge him.
Shaking his head from that part of his mind, he offered Mariposa
a reassuring smile. While he hoped someone wouldn't accost him
and Mariposa, he knew it would be hard to avoid a confrontation,
given the state of mind the men, and some women, were in.
With his free hand, Dracierous opened the door and the stench of
sweat, piss, and alcohol hit his nose and the noise soon after.
he winced slightly and hurried inside, keeping Mariposa behind
him. A few turned and looked but resumed their drunken brawl.
Dracierous tightened his grip on Mariposa's hand and weaved
through the people. While there wasn't a lot of people there,
cups and chairs, and the occasional table, were being thrown;
people were passed out on the floor. Pulling the woman in front
of him, Dracierous's hand left hers and his arm moved across her
body so that his hand was resting on her stomach. Coming to two
people who were yelling at each other, Dracierous removed his
hand from her stomach and used both of his hands to grab each
person by the back of their head and rammed the two together.
They feel to the ground, knocked unconscious. His hand found its
place at her stomach again.
That would be the only time Dracierous would have to exert
physical force on the patrons as the two companions made their
way to the desk. "A room, yeah?"
The innkeeper just nodded as he watched his inn become a small
battlefield.
"It'll be over in a few minutes." Dracierous reassured the man.
With the key in hand, he guided the woman up the stairs,
laughing when they would make it to the top. "I only got the
one, I'm afraid. It should be third door on the right. I'll see
if I can't... persuade someone into giving up their room." He
winked at her and went back down the stairs, letting out a roar
that silenced the first floor, though it was only for a brief
moment before the noise resumed with Dracierous's laughter
rising above it.
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: December 26, 2012, 9:50 pm
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Mari narrowed her eyes at Alistair, wrinkling her nose up at
him. Her face froze as she saw his teeth, it being more out of
curiosity rather than disgust. "No, stop." She murmured, placing
both her hands on each of his cheeks to turn his face back
towards hers, using her thumbs to lift his lips up into a smile
once more. Her own smile appeared on her face as her eyes
examined his teeth. As odd as it was, they suited him perfectly,
and only complimented his features. "I like them." She said to
him, nodding her head curtly before continuing on to the inn.
Her eyes glanced up to him as the ruckus within the inn could be
heard, her expression contorting into one of a nervous manner.
The action was obviously caused from the vast alcohol
consumption that took place earlier the day. The woman paused
beside him, about ready to tell him that they should go
somewhere else until the fight settled down -- the diner was
definitely still open. But before she could even peep a sound,
Alistair had waltzed right in to the inn, tugging a very nervous
Mariposa behind him.
Her nose wrinkled as the smell of the inn wafted into her
nostrils, but she didn't let it slow her down as she followed
behind the man, holding tightly on his hand. She never liked
violence. Or even blood. At the sight of it she got dizzy and
sick. Her body cringed back as objects were thrown before them;
tables, chairs, bottles, anything those drunkards could get
their hands on. Instead of being able to shy away and run, Mari
was pulled in front of Alistair instead, making her unable to
escape. The hand that snaked over her body caused some comfort
to her, and the bit of liquid confidence he had given her
earlier allowed the woman to walk forward without hesitation at
a quick pace -- though it was more to get out of the war grounds
than anything. Once more, Alistair stopped her escape from the
madness, even removing the veil of comfort his hand gave her to
break apart two arguing people, rendering them unconscious
before he slipped his hand on her stomach again and guided her
forward.
Mariposa nodded excessively, pleading eyes connecting with that
of the innkeeper's as Alistair asked for a room. She almost
detected a look of sympathy from the man before his face was
plastered with despair from the patrons ruining his inn. It was
her turn to give the look of sympathy before Alistair pulled
them away once more to go to their room. She was eager to leave
all the madness behind as they reached the top of the stairs.
But hearing Alistair's laugh made it seem like he.. liked it.
Her head tilted in curiosity, teeth embracing her bottom lip at
the thought. Honestly, she couldn't put it past him; he
definitely seemed like the violent type, making her grateful
that he wasn't aggressive and mad towards her.
"No.. don't.." She whispered to the man as he turned to get
another key for another room, though it was delayed so he wasn't
able to hear it. It didn't matter to her if they shared a room,
and knowing he was in the same room as her made her feel safe,
so why let him go? Following Alistair down the stairs, Mari
eagerly grabbed his hand, tugging him back towards her where she
then nuzzled into his chest, not letting go of his hand. "I'll
share the room with you, it doesn't matter. Just don't leave."
She whispered against his chest, looking into his eyes with her
own pleading pair before pulling him to the room behind her. She
took the key from him and unlocked the door, tugging him in
after her before slamming it shut behind him. Once settled in
the room, Mari let out a sigh of relief, though the noise of the
fight was very much audible beneath them, she felt safe.
The woman turned around to face the man, slipping his jacket off
of her shoulders gracefully before holding it out to him,
offering up a sheepish half smile, "Thanks for letting me use
your coat.."
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Demonreach Date: December 26, 2012, 11:47 pm
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Silver eyes went wide as he was pulled back, fire escaping his
opened mouth as he turned, preparing to teach the person a
lesson. His mind was slowly being blanketed in darkness as he
let out a growl, his presence becoming something more, but it
stopped, the fire dwindling into smoke that faded. An eyebrow
twitched in minor annoyance at the woman but he sighed,
releasing another blast of brimstone-scented smoke that obscured
the visibility between the two. "As you wish." His voice rough,
like iron on gravel.
Once in the room, he paced in a small stretch of floor, seeming
to prowl like a caged tiger, muttering to himself as he went
about his 'prowling'. In these moments, when his other half
closed in and was blocked, his mind seemed to delve back to its
origins of Ancient Greece. But, those origins, wrought in fire
and blood and war, made Dracierous seem his true age; made him
seem... insane, almost. In these moments, his eyes would go
blank, his mouth moving, forming words no one alive would
recognize. His hands clasped behind his back, the half-breed
seemed almost vulnerable, childlike. Such it was when he came
out of the other half. A time when things were simple: kill or
be killed. But, it would be a mistake to assume that he was
vulnerable, weak, helpless. Because, his mind was gone, yes, but
his muscles and instincts were honed to sense danger and
perceive threats and dealing with them. It was like he was
sleep-walking, almost. They do say to not wake someone who is
sleep-walking.
Staring at her with that blank expression, muttering, Dracierous
slowly came back although it took him a few moments to get his
jaw working correctly. Scowling at the jacket, he shrugged,
"Keep it. You'll need it more than I will, that's for sure." He
sighed in resignation, "We didn't get anything to eat,
however..." His stomach agreed to this fact.
Allowing himself to adopt a sense of foreboding and creepiness,
he spoke in an ominous voice, "How about I eat you?!" And, his
teeth clamped down on her arm. But it was a light bite, which he
applied some pressure to, just enough to leave indention's in
her flesh but nothing more and then released her, chuckling as
he leaned his back against the door and slid down, pulling out a
cigarette and placing it on his lips, releasing a huge breath of
air that carried smoke with it. "You might regret wanting to
share a room with me, Mariposa."
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Re: Demonreach and Faelan.
By: Samantha Date: December 27, 2012, 2:11 pm
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Mari didn't have it in her to argue with him about his jacket.
So, with a shrug, she let her arm drop, the jacket still in her
clutches. A small smile of recognition curled her lips at his
words. Duh. How stupid could she be? She mentally face-palmed,
beginning to pace in the spot Alistair had just left. "Oh my
goodness. I'm sorry.." She stopped her pacing to chew on the
inside of her cheek as she looked at him, a brow raising. His
whole demeanor seemed to be changing, and before she knew it
Alistair had his teeth gently clamped on her arm. Mariposa let
out a small shriek, the sound seeming minuscule to the commotion
down stairs. His teeth dug into her flesh, causing her to feel
some pain - though it was more pleasurable than hurt. Her nose
wrinkles as she looked up at him as he leaned against the door
and slid down to the floor. With a small nod of her head, Mari
wandered over to the bed and removed its blanket, tossing his
jacket on the naked bed before making her way back over to him
by the door. She situated herself down next to him, placing half
of the blanket precariously on his lap and tugging the other
half around her the best she could without hogging it. Once
there, he spoke again about sharing the room with him. "I
probably will," she mused to herself, nodding in agreement and
tilting her head to the side to look up at him, a hand moving to
run through his hair.
The more she looked at him, the more she had to admit he was
very attractive - or maybe it was the alcohol thinking. His face
was shielded and strong; and while thinking this her hand
untangled itself from his hair to run its pointer over the
length of his strong jawline. His hair itself was silken tresses
of snow white, flowing down his strong body; her hand ran up to
his hairline where her fingers fanned out into his hair, tugging
themselves all the way through. His shoulders were broad,
supported by a physically fit core; her hands trailing up his
chest up to his collar bones where she traced one out to the
edge of his shoulder. Down his arm her hand went until she met
his, grasping it gently and bringing it up to her face to kiss
his palm, and then his fingers. Despite the ruckus down stairs,
the only sounds Mari could hear his breathing and hers -- which
seemed slightly labored. She took this time, fingers now running
along the lines of his strong hand, to look up at the man, her
sparkling blue orbs peering into his silver ones as she smiled,
wrinkling her nose cutely as a light giggle escaped her lips.
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