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Post by Silver Eyes on Dec 7, 2012 15:29:12 GMT -6
It had been some time since the plague was cured, about a week, and the town was beginning to recover from the dreadful occurrence. Still, despite it being wiped out from existence, the number of citizens within the town were still decreasing steadily. It was strange. People keep saying that many were losing the will to live and simply committed suicide or died unexpectedly during the night. The numbers weren't exactly rising, but neither were they falling--it was starting to raise some concern within the town gossip.
Staggering through one of the nearby alleys, a woman with a hood tried to weave around the trash that had piled up there from the plague, but she looked like she had been intoxicated. Her movements were sluggish; she looked like she was suffering from a hallucination with the way her eyes darted around feverishly. Red veins had taken over the sclera, red bled into the silver hues. She panted; her pale, dry lips sometimes parted to reveal she had canines, very sharp ones at that.
"Hey, lady, watch where you're goin'!" A drunken, homeless man shouted after she nearly tripped over his outstretched legs. Gods, did he ever stink! The woman's nose wrinkled in disgust, and she shot him an icy glare. He was far too drunk to really take note of that threat, nor the fact that she was looking at him like he was a piece of meat. What she saw was fascinating: his circulatory system. It was there, taunting her, urging her to take a bite into his skin, to satisfy that ever growing hunger. The hunger itself was rising in her throat and the craving was becoming painfully unbearable.
"What'chu want? Damned crazy woman. Go 'way! Can't a man drink in peace?" He flipped her off and took another swig of his cheap booze. With a low growl, she tensed up her body, leaped onto him, forced his head to the side, and sank her itching canines into his throat. He screamed, or tried, and his body twitched and trashed around in its death throes. Draining him only took moments. She released the iron grip her jaw had on his now mangled throat, and pushed him aside. His blood wasn't exactly tantalizing since he was a drunk, but she was instantly better.
"Guess a woman can't drink in peace, eh?" She kicked away his still half-full jug and resumed her stroll down the alley. Sparda will kill her if he finds out, but for the time being, she could care less. |
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Post by sebastian on Dec 7, 2012 16:04:31 GMT -6
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The Persian-red singing [voice] slowly
dyes your chest the same [color]
[as if
[/color]] it's an eternally yearningswiftly dispersing...[Melody[/color]][/size]  ________________________________
[/center] He was still extremely upset about that mistake on his part; his sudden belief that Integra had died, which had led to his release of the illness. He was feeling as guilty as was possible for a demon who cared about nothing apart from his master. Integra’s rage and hate toward him was oh so obvious, and it served only to make him more determined to regain what he had lost. His dignity, his pride, his most important duty, and even his name. Most people still considered him Sebastian Michaelis; it was only Integra, Alucard, Seras, and Maricul who referred to him as “slave.” And no one but they knew the entire Plague had been his doing… But all the residents of Hallowton knew Hellsing had come up with the cure, and so the city viewed the organization as a savior. And the butler who was the Hellsing servant seen most often by the civilians hadn’t lost any dignity in their eyes. If anything, they treated him with more respect than before… It was laughable really… To think that after all he’d done, their ignorance was what made it possible for him to wander these streets to run his errands without being hated or attacked. The death toll of the Plague hadn't been as high as it might have, if Integra hadn't cornered her crazed servant so quickly. Not even one-third of the population had been lost, and Stark's quick work with the cure had spared thousands. But even so... There was a problem. The Plague was just about eliminated, but people were still dying... Integra knew of it of course, but she certainly hadn't bothered to speak with him about it. He was nothing but a slave to her now, after all. She had stated he was to have no opinions, no thoughts. And he wasn't to speak in her presence unless spoken to. It was all quite undignified, but he bore it without complaint. Integra was his master, her will was what was most important; and he knew he deserved it. In a way, he savored his punishments; because he was still furious with himself for ever falling into Legion's Nightmare in the first place. He was a carried now of that very Nightmare... Though he had made a point to not pass it to anyone or anything, yet.  He had come to the main square of Halloton to simply pre-order a fresh delivery of meal ingredients; but he intended to keep an eye out for the cause of these deaths. Little did he know, today would be the day it all came to light. He raised his nose to take in the air about him, and instantly smelled fresh blood. It wasn't far away either. But the blood wasn't the scent which caught his attention... It was the foul smell of a vampire. But this wasn't the same as Alucard or Seras, or even Maricul... It was darker, and less dangerous; but dangerous all the same... The crimson eyes narrowed, burning with a slight irritation. Some out of control vampire, running around killing people... That was something he may have enjoyed watching, had he not been in service to Hellsing and bound to fight against such uncontrolled beings. He would end this rising death toll now then, and bring the perpetrator before Integra herself. Maybe... Just maybe, he could lessen her wrath slightly by doing so; ending a problem for Hallowton without her informing him or sending him on the task. The butler turned into the alleyway which reeked of the spilled human blood, and walked a short distance down it until he noticed the figure slumped against a wall. Wrinkling his nose at the stench of both drunkenness and being dead, and humans in general; he knelt by the corpse and touched a forefinger to his neck. He was cold, and then those mangled fang marks... The demon raised his eyes to look further down the alleyway, and stood to continue walking along it. With his gloved hands clasped behind his back, he would soon see the shady figure not far ahead, and the soft voice would carry toward it; a strange smile on his face. "Leaving so soon, my dear?" He purred in that silky voice as he stopped walking and scrutinized her; waiting for her to turn and face him.  [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]________________________________ In the [stillness] of the shining skyis your [ home] of return Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]
Thoughts ► "Curious..."
Feelings ► Bored
[/size][/justify] Where the [moon sinks[/color]][/size] is a narrow [path[/color]] that leads you[/size]
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] Back to the [beginning[/color]][/size] ________________________________ [/center] |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Dec 7, 2012 16:26:34 GMT -6
"Leaving so soon, my dear?" Elizabeth froze in place. The hairs on her neck stood on end at the realization she had been discovered having a late night snack, and it was by that demon she had a brief talk with during the plague's reign. It would seem the suppression of her aura had not been enough to hide her--the fresh blood gave her away. No matter. Silver Eyes straightened her posture while taking in a deep breath, and she turned her head just enough to see him from the corner of her eye. It had returned to its normal silver luster, but her lips were still stained red from her meal. He was smiling? Oh, two can play at this game. If she could stand her ground against her mother, this shouldn't be too hard.
Silver faced him, folded her arms, and smirked,"I'm the kind of girl who eats then runs." Her tongue snaked out, licked her lips clean, and slipped back into her mouth. "Even if the dinner is a little too distasteful." Elizabeth gave him a sarcastic, two-fingered salute, turned and continued walking down the alley. He'll follow, or attack--either way, she knew she wouldn't be let off the hook that easily.
Her mother's guns, Judgment and Redemption, were ready should a fight ensue. Revelation was left at her home, seeing that blades were horribly outdated, so she felt it best to not carry around extra luggage. |
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Post by sebastian on Dec 7, 2012 16:50:58 GMT -6
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The Persian-red singing [voice] slowly
dyes your chest the same [color]
[as if
[/color]] it's an eternally yearningswiftly dispersing...[Melody[/color]][/size] ________________________________
[/center] He chuckled quietly under his breath, knowing it would be heard. "Yes, I can imagine he tasted rather unlikable... Which is what makes me wonder why you'd even bother raising those lovely fangs against him." He would continue to smile pleasantly at her, and watch as she walked away again. How curious... She was fearless, and he recognized her from the very brief encounter during the Plague's reign. But he wasn't going to let her go, he had every intention to put her down and drag her to Integra. The woman would neither hear no sense the flash of movement on his part, not until he stood a short distance in front of her; blocking her way. "Eat and run, you say... Isn't that a rather cowardly act?" He asked politely, still with those gloved fingers clasped behind his back. She knew nothing about him; and he wasn't making any hostile moves toward her yet either. He much preferred to play with his victims before taking them down. So he would remain standing in her way. If she tried to walk the other direction, he'd simply move and block her path again. Any sudden escape attempt would result with him getting in her way. This would leave her with no choice but to engage him if she wished to go anywhere. Besides, he was taunting her; poking fun at her and making it clear that she was utterly helpless, with no way to flee. He appeared to be unarmed, though he certainly never was. He expected her to pull weapons on him, and he'd be ready to accept the challenge. And then he would beat her into submission. No, he wouldn't kill her; she was no use to Integra dead. But he would make her fall unconscious eventually, and then bring her with him back to the Manor. This would be fun... "I trust you realize by now that I'm not just going to let you walk away. We can't have a vampire who lacks self-control wandering our city, my deepest apologies." The demon bowed his head slightly for a moment. Then he brought his feet together in a form of militaristic attention stance, and raised a gloved hand in an offer to her. "Shall we dance, Miss?" [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]________________________________ In the [stillness] of the shining skyis your [ home] of return Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]
Thoughts ► "Let us begin..."
Feelings ► Bored
[/size][/justify] Where the [moon sinks[/color]][/size] is a narrow [path[/color]] that leads you[/size]
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] Back to the [beginning[/color]][/size] ________________________________ [/center] |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Dec 7, 2012 17:11:14 GMT -6
"Yes, I can imagine he tasted rather unlikable... Which is what makes me wonder why you'd even bother raising those lovely fangs against him."
Silver dug her hands into the pockets of her long coat, and laughed at his curiosity, "When you are starving, even the most foul tasting thing can ease the pangs." She called out behind her. It came as no surprise that he was now standing in front of her. Like I said, she knew she wouldn't be left off the hook so easily.
"Eat and run, you say... Isn't that a rather cowardly act?"
"Hardly, I just don't see a point in sticking around." Elizabeth returned the smile, though it was sickly sweet in comparison to his, which appeared to be far more genuine.
"I trust you realize by now that I'm not just going to let you walk away. We can't have a vampire who lacks self-control wandering our city, my apologies."
At this, Silver barked a laugh. A vampire? No, she was far more than that, and she had fooled everyone around her, even this demon. But vampire or not, she still needed blood to fuel her physical form, and it was what it craved, what it desired. Her mother must have had something to do with this need when she was forced into a physical body. But why? Was it to see the light leave a mortal's eyes? She should have known she would have taken delight in such things. A god's eyes can be clouded when it came to their offspring...
"Shall we dance, Miss?"
"I have two left feet. Dancing isn't exactly my forte. Are you going to be my teacher, Sebastian?" Elizabeth's smile widened. She heard his name in passing while observing the numerous dead. |
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Post by sebastian on Dec 7, 2012 18:09:19 GMT -6
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The Persian-red singing [voice] slowly
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[as if
[/color]] it's an eternally yearningswiftly dispersing...[Melody[/color]][/size] ________________________________
[/center] As she spoke of starving, he could only tilt his head and allow amusement to cross his flawless features; the silky black hair falling elegantly around his face. "I know what starvation feels like, but do you see me running around and killing everyone? Taking every soul I come by?" He laughed without humor. "Perhaps you should consider being more picky with your food. I'm sure the blood which isn't tainted by alcohol taste far better, does it not? And I suppose it would sustain you longer." Her amusement with his choice of words of course didn't go unnoticed. So, was she something more than just a vampire? That would explain why her vampire scent was different from the ones he had to deal with under Hellsing's service. So... Perhaps this battle would be more interesting than it seemed it would be so far. He made no acknowledgment of the name she called him by. She was just as ignorant as the rest of Hallowton that Sebastian no longer existed; not until Sir Integra willed it. "Two left feet..." He rested a hand on his chest and bowed, alert for any sounds or hint of a sudden attack while his sharp gaze was averted from her. "I have taught others to dance with relative ease. If you wish me to teach you, then I shall." He straightened up from his bow, and his hand remained on his chest for a moment longer; the smile trailed across his face again. The eyes spoke all too clearly that he wasn't intimidated by her in the least, and that he had every intention of proving victorious. "Now then... It would be improper for the male to demonstrate the first move, it is ladies first after all." His hands dropped back down to his sides as he locked that burning gaze on her, entirely calm and even bored. "Come at me, Miss. Come at me with all you've got..." [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]________________________________ In the [stillness] of the shining skyis your [ home] of return Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]
Thoughts ► "Your move..."
Feelings ► Bored
[/size][/justify] Where the [moon sinks[/color]][/size] is a narrow [path[/color]] that leads you[/size]
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] Back to the [beginning[/color]][/size] ________________________________ [/center] |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Dec 7, 2012 22:19:29 GMT -6
"I know what starvation feels like, but do you see me running around and killing everyone? Taking every soul I come by?"
"In that, you and I are quite different. I have tried to sustain myself through animal blood and packets--they aren't enough. I was keeping myself from going after humans to avoid confrontation with a so called knight, but you can consider what happened a slip. When I'm starving, I have no choice but to feed on the nearest source." She felt it best to leave out the portion of her not being accustomed to a physical body in this world. Things were much different in Paradise, a world her mother created. While pain was present, as was hunger, it was never like this.
"Perhaps you should consider being more picky with your food. I'm sure the blood which isn't tainted by alcohol taste far better, does it not? And I suppose it would sustain you longer."
"He was a last resort. Blood will sustain me no matter what is in the system as long as it's not a threat to me. While it tasted absolutely rancid, I'm refreshed, and shall be fine for at least two days." Then she'd have to kill again to keep herself in check. And again. And again. No doubt he was already seeing the patterns.
Everything else he said mattered little to her, except one: "Come at me, Miss. Come at me with all you've got..."
Elizabeth snickered at his invitation to attack first, "Do call me Elizabeth, or Silver--both are names I go by. 'Miss' just makes me sound like I'm supposed to be primp and proper." Attacking first was a good way to get yourself in a vulnerable position. But she won't open up with all she had. No, no that would be very, very foolish. With her strong ability to suppress her aura, she can keep him guessing as to how much more she had packing for this "dance". Grinning ear to ear, she did her best to imitate a curtsey, and began to plan her first move.
Perhaps a brief show of power may give him an idea that she wasn't going to be easy to defeat. Elizabeth's chest puffed up from expanding her lungs; she closed her eyes; her posture relaxed. She had to be careful when it came to unleashing enough of her aura to use her abilities, and in a world so different from her own, it took effort. It started off small. Her fingers curled into tight fists. The ground around them began to quake. Trash cans toppled over, cracks raced up the edifices they were surrounded by, glass shattered--still more of her aura was pouring out. When it was enough, she opened her eyes. They were no longer the color that had earned her a nickname, but a deep red.
"What fun is there in playing all your cards at once?" Sound suddenly became absent, the wind ceased to blow. Everything was eerily quiet. Her hands began to rise from her sides, and that was when it started. Her surroundings were being broken down to their basic components, and at a rapid pace. She could level the city at the rate she was going, but instead of letting the destruction span out to do so, the path of destruction was heading right for Sebastian. |
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Post by sebastian on Dec 8, 2012 5:03:39 GMT -6
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The Persian-red singing [voice] slowly
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[as if
[/color]] it's an eternally yearningswiftly dispersing...[Melody[/color]][/size] ________________________________
[/center] He let her talk without interruption, though many of her words made him feel quite skeptic. He disapproved of her insistence on being starving and unable to control herself. Hunger was certainly an unpleasant feeling; but it was something that could be easily ignored. Well, that was with demons. She smelled and ate like a vampire, a strange one, but a vampire all the same. And from his limited knowledge of the creatures; their hunger was very different from a demon's hunger for a soul... But that failed to change his view of her. The fact that she was desperate enough to drink the blood of a man like that was distasteful. Just thinking how the man's soul would have tasted left bile in his throat; he doubted the blood would taste any better. But it did show just how desperate she had been... He couldn't help but pity her. "Do call me Elizabeth, or Silver--both are names I go by. 'Miss' just makes me sound like I'm supposed to be primp and proper."Elizabeth huh? He didn't see anything wrong with being "primp and proper," and it was quite amusing that she didn't seem interested at all is proper etiquette. No surprises really. When the ground began to shake, his smile grew wider rather than faltering. He had made larger quakes, he had leveled an entire mountain before through his quake... This was all vastly entertaining to him. As the air began to grow still, he drew what appeared to be a knife from an inside pocket. It glittered in the dim lighting, and he was smiling again. He would hold the knife up, and face the woman; and the smile would grow more sadistic as two more were fanned out in his fingers, which had been concealed behind the first. He now had three knives, each one gleaming oddly in the lighting. Then he would find himself facing into the oncoming swarm of strange power.  He laughed quietly as it came in his direction down the alleyway, and the then the the mass of energy was upon him. But he was no longer standing where he had been before. No, he was suspended in midair, high above her; having leaped before the attack had reached him. The next moment, there was a flash of silver as all three knives were hurled in her direction at high speed; their aim straight and true. He intended to stick one in her chest, one in her neck, and one in her right thigh. He would land gracefully a short distance behind her, only to straighten up and turn back quickly; raising both hands in which many more of the silverware was held as he pulled more from his many pockets. All these had been hand crafted by him when he had first built the Manor for Integra, they were intricately carved and fancy cutlery; made of genuine silver. He couldn't be sure if silver would affect this dark creature as it affected others; but it was worth a shot. He was still testing out options in this combat; and yes... Taunting her a bit as well, showing off that she'd have to be much faster to strike him. He wasn't sure if the first three knives had met their mark, but he wasn't going to wait around to find out...  [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]________________________________ In the [stillness] of the shining skyis your [ home] of return Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]
Thoughts ► "This will be entertaining..."
Feelings ► Bored, curious
[/size][/justify] Where the [moon sinks[/color]][/size] is a narrow [path[/color]] that leads you[/size]
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] Back to the [beginning[/color]][/size] ________________________________ [/center] |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Dec 8, 2012 23:13:45 GMT -6
Did he think that merely throwing silver knives at her would be successful. The moment they drew close, they were disintegrated into fine dust, and utterly useless against her. The red-eyed woman couldn't help but snicker at his pathetic attempt. Was this all he was going to do? Throw knives at her until his aim was true? The thought made her roll eyes, but if the reading of his aura was correct, he must have more up his sleeve. He was mocking her. That snazzily dressed, knife-toting, creepy-smiling bastard was not taking her seriously. How dare he. He'll soon know who he's toying with and come to regret this.
She faced him, saw that he had more knives, and parted her lips into a big smile. Perhaps he'll enjoy what she had in mind next, and it will certainly give away that she wasn't just a vampire. The skin on her forehead split open to reveal a large, black eye. It darted around frantically within its socket, analyzing Sebastian's aura, and brought it into her sights.
It wasn't massive, but it held a large amount of power just like the first time she caught a glimpse of it. He was holding back. He was holding a lot back. It would be a shame if one were to...disrupt that steady flow. A mischievous spark glowed in her other eyes. Results were often unpredictable, which made this risky, but it would be a rush nonetheless. Elizabeth pointed at Sebastian and flicked her forefinger. Using her telekinetic power, she attempted to completely throw off his aura. What would be in store now? |
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Post by sebastian on Dec 9, 2012 0:35:57 GMT -6
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The Persian-red singing [voice] slowly
dyes your chest the same [color]
[as if
[/color]] it's an eternally yearningswiftly dispersing...[Melody[/color]][/size] ________________________________
[/center] Yes, that was it... His game was starting to irritate her. He could see the anger glittering in those eyes, so much like his own, which suggested that his toying with her was being taken as a personal insult. That meant... A pride problem, she had quite a bit of an ego; though he had suspected it from the first words she had said. He watched with a false admiration in his gaze as the thrown knives were reduced to nothing; it was an extremely mocking expression; despite that polite smile which was still fixed on his face. Who was he to talk about pride... He had quite a good bit of that himself, as was being made evident by how carefree and... Bored... He was acting at this moment. But nevertheless... He had no reason to become concerned yet, so the "dance" would continue. When her third eye was revealed, he allowed a trace of polite interest to enter his gaze. His eyes followed the motion of her hand, and then he felt it. It was almost like a tug on his very being, a strong pull... And he chuckled under his breath. He allowed the aura to "shift" some, and the deep crimson of his gaze would flicker to that glowing fuschia, with the cat-like pupils. She would feel the power of the monster which stood before her, she would feel the sheer mass of his demonic aura as he allowed her to manipulate, pull it away a bit. Then he would pull it back into himself, a small tug of war... A moment longer... And then he would suddenly release it. Black fog would explode from his feet, spiraling up around him like some form of whirlpool in the air. It was neither gas nor liquid nor solid, it was simply... An existence. A cloud of black feathers would accompany the shadows, and the alleyway was plunged into utter darkness. There would be no light light, she would see nothing; while he could easily see through it through his demon eyes. he wouldn't be able to track his location by aura, as it was all around them; she wouldn't know how close or far away he was. Sound was swallowed up into the shadows, she wouldn't hear him... Except for when he spoke, and the voice seemed to come from the surrounding shadows itself. The shadows had no more basic component, therefore they wouldn't be reduced why whatever she had done to his first knives.  "Oh, now look at what you've done..." There was a taunt in those words, he made it sound as if he were complaining; when the mockery was obvious. "You've gone and changed the dance floor to my preference..." He would melt into the fog itself, only to resume a solid form among the darkness not far in front and to the side of her. She would have expected him to come at her from behind, that was the most common attack when one's foe was blinded after all. He raised his hands, and began to soundlessly hurl the knives at her again. He would move in front of her after the first barrage, then behind, and back to the side. He would come at her from all sides, never within arm's length; and avoiding setting a pattern in the direction from which the projectiles came.  [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]________________________________ In the [stillness] of the shining skyis your [ home] of return Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]
Thoughts ► "Let us continue to dance...."
Feelings ► Bored, taunting
[/size][/justify] Where the [moon sinks[/color]][/size] is a narrow [path[/color]] that leads you[/size]
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] Back to the [beginning[/color]][/size] ________________________________ [/center] |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Dec 11, 2012 1:43:28 GMT -6
The silver knives penetrated flesh, and a body thumped against the ground. But, something didn't sound right about that. Silver couldn't have made that much noise just from a simple collapse. Then, the smell of cheap alcohol would waft over to Sebastian. At the very last second, Silver had the body of the homeless man switch places with her in order to take the full brute of the attack. One problem had been dealt with, but for Sebastian, two had arisen.
First, Silver's presence was nonexistent within this black fog. It's as if though she had faded, but she still had to be in there. "But where?" was the big question. Second, a red fog was starting to penetrate the darkness. It seemed harmless at first, merely mingling with what Sebastian had created, but it began to mix in. Something wasn't right about this new presence...
"Oh, look what you've done. You've changed it to my preference." Her voice cut through like the knives he was preparing to throw.
That red fog was contaminating him. The more his aura lingered away from the safety of his physical form, the more it would take in of this poison. It was like having a super virus being introduced to a body that was not used to being sick. Being sick would be the least of his worries... |
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Post by sebastian on Dec 11, 2012 11:34:25 GMT -6
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The Persian-red singing [voice] slowly
dyes your chest the same [color]
[as if
[/color]] it's an eternally yearningswiftly dispersing...[Melody[/color]][/size] ________________________________
[/center] Even amidst the mixture of red and black his laugh still echoed through the darkness. She had shielded herself with the dead one's body, how amusing. The red color was something supernatural in itself, and that just wouldn't do. She was targeting his very being now, and his laugh faded into an almost purring sound; coming from the darkness itself. "You'll have to do better than that, Miss Silver. Far better..." The red suddenly vanished, seemingly swallowed by the black. It was being expelled from his aura directly over the border into his realm, through his very being; the realm which came whenever his existence was released in such a way. The moment the red had crossed the so-called border, its own existence was destroyed by the nothingness in his world. Her little trick to make him "ill" had utterly no affect. Had his own presence been solid at that moment, it might have worked. But no, he had been part of the shadows themselves, and thus his aura hadn't been affected. And he would remain in this way unless a need to do otherwise came up. He had already retrieved his knives from the body of the human, and the blood would dissolve into nothingness as it was exposed to the darkness; leaving them glittering and clean. Yet these were hidden among the darkness again, he would hold off reusing them until he could be sure to get some lodged in this strange creature's neck. The surrounding darkness and feathers would suddenly grow thicker, mass in on itself, draw itself in until it engulfed the woman's presence in a writhing mass of a seemingly immensely heavy force and density. Among this shadows, there would be shapes made; parts of the anatomy of great black birds would be evident. The powerful beaks of the roughly crow-shaped clouds would snap at her, the razor sharp talons would lash out in an attempt to shred her. Beady black eyes gleamed out of the figures' "heads," malice and a savage sadism evident in the gazes. Ten, Twenty, Fifty... Hundreds upon hundreds of these bird-shaped apparitions would continue to strike. But were the really apparitions? The talons and beaks were solid enough, and yet they weren't; their forms were amassed from the darkness itself. The shapes were not consistent, they would shift between a cloud of darkness and the bird itself. There was no sound, though the beaks would open wide as if they were releasing their shrill cries. And throughout it all, that soft purring growl would continue; echoing through the aura itself. "This dance is far from over..."  [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]________________________________ In the [stillness] of the shining skyis your [ home] of return Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]
Thoughts ► "She will be defeated..."
Feelings ► Bored and disinterested
[/size][/justify] Where the [moon sinks[/color]][/size] is a narrow [path[/color]] that leads you[/size]
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] Back to the [beginning[/color]][/size] ________________________________ [/center] |
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Post by Silver Eyes on Dec 25, 2012 14:10:51 GMT -6
"Oh, I intend to..." She whispered to herself. But when the crows began their malicious attack, she didn't stop them. One by one they inflicted cut after cut, tearing her armor apart, splitting her flesh, and letting her blood stream out in ribbons. Instead of crying out, or showing signs of being in absolute agony, she laughed. Silver Eyes laughed as her body was repeatedly damaged by Sebastian. When her throat was slashed, her laughter was wet and distorted, but he knew she was still mocking him. On and on it went until silence greeted him.
The battered, bloodied body of Elizabeth collapsed to the ground and laid in a red pool. The corpse twitched, but other than that, it showed little signs of life. |
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