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Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: April 24, 2012, 6:03 pm
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With the power invested in Angele, the seed of life planted anew
like fires light shadow cast upon barren lands, a single cord
struck from the melody of nature. Life stirred what was once all
but still. Brown from black, vines like rope binding together
from untouched wood coming together. Green holds fast to all
once black like a wave of color on a blank canvas. The warmth of
a home once lost restored and refreshed. Stone worked way from
slumber far below worked within the mess of tangled greenery
making once broken whole. Even the eye of a babe would now see
lifes hold as a city unfolds made from Mother Earths own breast.
Born as if from dream Hasen not quite its former glory restored,
an industrialized rural haven, eclipsed on all sides by an
untamed and sprawling jungle as old as the elements over running
just the very outside of the town.
Like a picture isolated from time itself a town once lost reborn
from a single stroke of a Heart made of steel. From the point in
which the Heart made contact the remaining Guardians home. The
Cathedral Crowe. Multiteared ever standing stone, like Goliath
over looking David as it stands guard over all of Hasen. It is
the home of a single family, who can no longer fill its halls
yet their presence permiates its every fiber. The Guardians of
the Heart of Hasen. The family Crowe whos great pourpose no
longer so great have returned home to live the life they earned
through time ever lasting doing a duty they never requested.
From the Heart they were born, and now to the heart they have
returned to live a life of peace.
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: April 24, 2012, 6:35 pm
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There. . . She had done it. The powerful sword that was given to
her was now placed where she was instructed to and how she was
instructed to. The full power of her race, The Diarmaid, had
channeled through her and down to the ground to produce a new
city, anew dwelling for her to call home; her true home. It was
quite the beautiful place, and Angele had hoped that more people
would come and visit her land. Now, with this power and the
apparent death of her father, Angele was THE Crowe now, ruler of
this land. She didn't mind it much, for she enjoyed the simple
life within the jungle, and this was no exception. This one had
been fine tuned to her own liking, so that she would feel at
home here. The jungle was huge, spreading tens of thousands of
miles in each direction. Though previously untraveled, Angele
felt in her heart that she knew her way around the local. She
would still need to go out and explore, but she would always be
able to find her way home or where something is when she needs
it.
Shivering from the power of the weapon, Angele could feel
herself getting stronger. Her body changed more: Muscles grew,
giving her a more Amazonian look than what she had previously,
yet with that, she also grew slightly taller. She enjoyed the
adjustments made to her body, it made traversing the jungle
easier and much more fun. Shredding off her clothing so that
there were only a loin cloth that kept her covered, Angele took
off and leaped into the tree tops, grabbing hold of branches to
help her ascent into the mighty canopy. She was deep in the
forest, and if someone found her here, she would be amazed by
their luck. Angele's white and black wings burst from her back
and wrapped around her body as she rested upon the thickly
blanketed branch. The winds causing the leaves to give off that
ever relaxing rustle, the moon light peeking through the
treetops at random times as she slowly dozed off to sleep.
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: April 28, 2012, 6:39 pm
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It has been several hours. The darkness of the jungle being
driven away by the sun's filtering light as night escapes in
lieu of day. The morning birds chirped away as they made their
rounds from their nests in search of the day's adventure. Angele
shifted and ruffled her own wings before the painful process of
hiding them began. The bones snapped, flesh bled, and feathers
shredded until they were compact enough for her to absorb them
into her flesh once more. Angele let out a howl of pain, which
scattered many birds near her location. As she gained her
breath, the woman was covered in sweat, her hair was in the
usual mess, but she didn't mind, she was a jungle woman and used
to being all natural. Rolling her shoulders, Angele leaped off
of the tree and landed upon the ground with a thud. Her bare
feet feeling the smooth dew covered grasses which gave her toes
some moisture. A giggle left her lips from the feeling of the
wet grasses before Angele set out for a run through the jungle.
She was still only clothed in a simple loin cloth; her top half
exposed and free like she felt during a run. Jumping and
leaping, swinging and climbing, Angele had never felt more free
and alive than she does right now. After a few hours, Angele
noticed that it was getting cloudy and about to rain. Plus she
hadn't eaten anything for a few days. She decided that now would
be the perfect time to construct a tree house for herself. She
could live in the palace, but that wasn't her style. After a few
more hours of building, Angele's tree-house was perfectly
constructed across four towering trees. After grabbing a wild
animal, Angele climbed up into her new home ready to carve and
eat the animal. Just in time for the rain to begin. Her parents
must think Angele to be a savage, but she didn't mind. At least
it wasn't humans she was feeding off of right now..
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Shokan Date: May 2, 2012, 4:11 am
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|Savage was Alina, the tall, meagre and somewhat masculine
woman. The forestry around was astonishing, her naked feet
digging into the mud, dirtying herself with every step, body
lustrous under the suns dainty. The rumbles in the sky
indicative of the soon-coming rain didn’t deter the Russian
beauty, her steps drawn out even more now, lazily, to relish in
the graceful drops, falling upon her voluptuous body. The
muscles in her leg convulse, nails digging into her thigh when
they do, as the being within her calls for an awakening. She
disregards the pleas for hunger, tusks lengthening, famine
evident in her blue almost white iced eyes. The Daevan race
virtually extinct, Alina being one of the few false celestial
beings alive, she was careless. The demonic side of her was
merged with the angelic, this causing a fragmented nature. She
could be the dirtiest evil anyone could ever set eyes upon but
she could be the divinest angel if needed be.|
|Having stumbled upon this land in wonder; she had impulsively
assumed no one else would take shelter here. This changed
however, as she stops abruptly before a tree, the corners of her
lips tugging up mischievously into a smirk as she eyes a tree
house. Fingers already clung to the bark; she fits her body
firmly around it before building her way up, soundlessly. When
coming to the house itself, the woman hoists herself up, finding
the entry. Anticipation chilled her very bones, her only wish
for the companion inside to be a woman, as she pushes open the
door.|
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: May 4, 2012, 9:23 am
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Angele preferred it fresh, she enjoyed the taste of a fresh
kill. The warmth of the blood, the way muscles weren't all gummy
yet due to still being in working condition. Her face, neck, and
chest was covered in blood from the jungle animal, her eyes
glowed as she enjoyed her well deserved feast. After she was
halfway done with the carcass, Angele noticed sounds of someone
climbing into her home. She didn't think it was so easy to get
up here, one would have to have very good climbing skills and a
strong upper body to get up here. Sniffing, Angele tried to
detect a scent, but she couldn't gather one from being covered
in blood and the rain falling would wash away any scent present.
Maybe it was something more than what she though. Standing to
her feet and shifting her energies so that she's cloaked, only a
faint ripple of air denotes her presence, so she stays still so
that the ripples would blend in with the background of her
tree-house. As the door opens, Angele noticed that it was a
woman who had come to find refuge in her home. Narrowing her
eyes, she slowly crept behind the woman eying the shorter woman
down while she tried to gather what she was doing here and whats
he wanted. Was she a threat? Was she a spy? Angele haven't seen
too many people outside of her family making it this deep into
the jungle without problems. She would study the woman, tilting
her head before uncloaking. Though, Angele remained silent,
watching and waiting.
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Shokan Date: May 4, 2012, 1:37 pm
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|Muddy feet upon making contact with the wooden floor, generates
a creak to resound through the tree house, iced eyes analysing
the construction of everything. The Russian beauty acts
oblivious to the woman, whose aura she felt behind her, presence
strong, curiosity dripping from the jungle woman. A coy smirk
tugs at the sides of her lips, already enjoying this place. The
air around clings to Alina’s tight body, her steps slow as she
makes her way forward, to what was the remains of an eaten
animal, hips swaying side to side sensually when doing so.
Fingers grip onto some meat that had been left, before placing
it into her mouth, chewing on the food, stomach growling for
more as her senses awaken due to the little she had. Throwing
her head back with a pleased moan, she almost forgets the woman
behind her, caught up in the pleasure her stomach was devouring.
Nothing left of the animal now but bones, she lifts her body up,
turning around sluggishly, a whistle parting her pale lips as
she looks the woman before her up and down. Eyes gawk
shamelessly at her beautiful figure, one hand resting on her
hips, the other following her eyes as she whistles again.| Well,
YOU are something, aren’t you? |An indistinct Russian accent
drips in her voice, intoxicated by the beauty of the woman, body
unmistakably chiselled, yet still attractive all the same. The
tree house had not been a rough job, not for someone with her
fatigue; this was going to be fun.|
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: May 4, 2012, 2:17 pm
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Angele simply watched how the woman gracefully traversed her
home until she made it toward the wild beast that Angele had
captured herself. With a tilted head, she watched as the woman
devoured the food, blood splattering over the woman, though she
ate with delicacy, not allowing herself to create a large mess.
How could she justify walking into someone's home and eating
THEIR food without permission!? As the woman turned around, she
was struck with awe; she was the most beautiful thing she had
ever seen; though she haven't seen many people before now
anyway. She seemed pretty well kept to be a creature of the
jungle, considering Angele's lack of fashionable clothing -or
clothing at all- and her tangled mess of long yet silky dark
hair. She was muddy, which was an attraction aspect as well. As
the woman spoke, Angele tilted her head once more before
imposing her strong and tall frame against the woman before
aggressively grabbing her by the arms and slamming her against
the wall of the tree house. Leaves shuffled and wood creaked as
the elemental eyes glared at the beautiful intruder. "This
ANGELE'S Home! What strange lady want here?" Her gruff, yet
oddly auraric voice mingled through the house as she
interrogated the woman. Slowly, she leaned in, sniffing at the
woman's neck and shoulder, then her hair before returning the
fierce gaze back to her eyes as she awaited answers.
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Shokan Date: May 4, 2012, 3:23 pm
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|The physical roughness of the woman engrossed Alina even more
so, everything around indicating her behaviour to be
animalistic; the bloodied animal, clustered bones lying on the
floor, the tree house, constructed by the woman herself,
perceptibly. As the beauty pushes her against a wall, a grunt
leaves her system, lips parting so her warm breath could tickle
over the face of the creature, chuckling soon after the grunt.
Blue orbs seem fascinated, absorbing the sniffing and the
closeness of the woman, enjoying her nature.| Well well well. .
. aren’t you soft with your ways? |Tone frisky, Alina’s fingers
take their time to trace their way up the built body of the
stranger, up her thighs, stopping at her waist and gripping the
skin before altering their position, becoming the dominant
figure, Angele now replacing where she had been. No seriousness
to her act, she lets go of the woman, brow rising at her use of
words, uneducated, another factor just adding to the sexiness of
the female. She leans in, having missed physical contact with
people, her lips dangerously close to Angele’s as she speaks
once more, mouths almost brushing.| Strange lady want Angele.
|Chuckling at her adaptation to Angele’s way, Alina tilts her
own head, heart pounding jaggedly against her ribcage, simply
awaiting what could be a fun night.|
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Alivia/Angele Date: May 5, 2012, 9:29 am
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That scent. . . It was so peculiar, so exotic. She didn't smell
like a human, no not at all. She smelled. . Warmer and more
scented. But not of perfume or any of the things that would
cover up a person's natural scent. The blood was thick upon them
both now, granting them a splash of crimson make up, especially
upon Angele. What the hell was she here for and what she wanted?
Angele would soon get her answer. The Jungle Maiden tilts her
head as she listened to the woman chuckle as if Angele was
playing a game. Then the taunts that spilled from her crimson
saturated lips. "Soft?" Angele asked before she felt the soft
fingers approaching her inner thighs, which was only covered by
a thin loin cloth, leaving the rest of her chiseled body bare
for the woman to take in fully. Though she didn't mind being
totally nude, the cloth provided some protection. The momentary
distraction - the fingers carving around the muscles of her
thigh and rest upon her waist- was enough to cause Angele to
nibble her bloody bottom lip and, to her surprise, was turned
against the wall herself.
She let out a grunt as the jolt to the wall awoken her once
more, but it also was a bit exciting to feel that pressure and
dominance out of the much smaller woman. This wasn't right!
Angele was much larger than this woman and she managed to move
Angele with what seemed to be relative ease. Tilting her head
once more, Angele surveyed the woman as she came close, almost
uncomfortably close. The Crowe's fingers lowered and rested upon
the woman's hips, nails digging into her flesh, but not breaking
the skin as her heart raced and tried to jump out of her chest.
The moment was so intense that Angele couldn't hardly think to
speak back to the woman. But, she was primal, and that instinct
would kick in. She quickly moved her hands to the woman's hair,
gripping the white strands aggressively and pulling the woman's
head back only slightly. Her muscles ripped as excitement grew.
"Why come here for Angele? Why to Angele's home? Want know now!"
Could this woman be a threat? Could her primal instincts get in
the way of better judgment? Angele couldn't think properly as
the blonde vixen ensnares her in her grip.
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Re: Hasan -Rebuilt-
By: Shokan Date: May 5, 2012, 12:06 pm
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|Surveillance took place, Alina enjoying being under Angele’s
scrutiny, the female’s perceptiveness cutting through her very
pale skin, smirk widening even more; heart accelerating, the
heated position of the two causing a thrill to ripple through
her chest. For a moment, vulnerability laces Angele’s eyes, this
being due to her touch, her nails toying with her skin a little
before raising a brow, the nibbling of her lip earning a smile.|
Yes, soft. |Repeating the word earlier spoken in a soft whisper
as not to cut the intimacy clinging to their –almost- nude
bodies, for Alina didn’t wear much either, the woman’s gaze
falls. The simple rise and fall of Angele’s chest excited her
alone, the veins on her breasts noticeable. Moisturising her
dried, bloody lips, eyes fluster up once more up the sculpted
body, to stare into her eyes, ferociously.|
|Daevans, however rare they were, were resilient, though
misjudged solely by the form and shape they came in. The look
upon Angeles face shows her underestimating of Alina, the
strength the woman possessed helpful, especially when in search
for prey. The acquired survival techniques were also a positive
asset, having decided she would delight in this jungle, they
were surely a necessity. A groan parts her lips, throwing her
head back as Angele’s nails dig into her sensitive pale skin,
hair pulled so her head is thrown back even more, violently.
Another chuckle shakes her throat, one hand leaving the lower
part of the chiselled body before her, to settle at the nape of
her neck, cool fingers a contrast to Angele’s somewhat warm
tone, fingers curling up into her silky thick black her, to pull
her face forward, lips pressing harshly to Angele’s. Her sharp
teeth nibble on the strangers lower lip before she pulls back
only slightly, mouths still brushing against one another as she
speaks, tone corporeal.| That’s why. . . |She breathlessly
answers, sexual tension building up in the pit of her stomach,
growling.| Does Angele know what it’s like to be pleased? |Alina
questions teasingly, her other hand crawling down to the
beauty’s inner thigh, perilously close to her warmth.|
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