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       #Post#: 299418--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 299446--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 304415--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 304425--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 306263--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 306499--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 306668--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 306693--------------------------------------------------
       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.."
       #Post#: 306803--------------------------------------------------
       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."
       #Post#: 306896--------------------------------------------------
       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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