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| Orion de Lacey | Jun 29 2008, 07:49 PM Post #1 |
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((A continuation of Seething Storms.)) It hadn't taken long for Orion to realize that his chances of escaping had quickly deteriorated. When the headache's incessant throbbing had finally lessened to the point where he could actually think, he had begun to run his fingers over the walls. The feeling within was all too familiar: it was composed of magic, presumably air magic, and even if he had wanted to, it wouldn't be broken. The magic used far trascended his own, and unless he happened to reach godhood within the next ten minutes, it looked highly unlikely that he would ever be able to shatter it. At that point the fighter had slumped against the wall, sliding down it. So this is my fate, he had mused silently, a devil's grin plastered to his lips despite his dire situation. She would come for him eventually, wouldn't she? He had infuriated her to an extreme. She will... Soon. Orion had been dozing when the shrieking had begun (evidently he ignored them, as it wasn't as though he could see them anyway), and was nearly asleep when a light that didn't follow the usual flickering patterns of the sconces pressed against his eyes. Opening mismatched orbs slowly and blinking almost owlishly, he glanced up, staring at the bobbing light before his cell. The headache hadn't lessened any, but the cut on the back of his head had stopped bleeding. Suddenly, the mana-laced air vanished, giving way to the usual scent of a prison: old urine, dried blood, and the stench of decaying bodies. He glanced at the creature that had released him but said nothing. In fact, he didn't care that it had released him - there was simply no room in his heart for such a pitiful being and the gratitude that should have come with its arrival. It was a savior, but he only viewed it as nothing more than the dirt upon which he walked. Instead Orion darted by, dsahing up the stairs. Any guards he encountered were dealt with using only his fists and his cunning mind. True, most would know his name by now and perhaps his appearance, but not all. It took him some time to find the throne room, his knowledge of the temple nearly non-existent. The journey to the dungeons was also a blank in his memory, as the second time his skull had cracked against a hard surface he had passed out, the first lump putting him at a severe disadvantage. When he did finally reach it - and without too much fuss and without too many run-ins with those who served the goddess - the young man paused. He refused to leave without his scythen. There was no way he ever would. Turning towards the door through which he had come, it was only by chance that he saw his prized weapon lying across the seat, untouched since it had marred his flesh with its silver blades. Only a fool leaves the weapon of a murderer for that murderer to find so easily. Now all he needed was the staircase and he'd be free of this hellish place a goddess called home. It never occurred to him that the creature who had liberated him was simply leading him into some sort of ambush. If it was, he now possessed his weapon and that weapon, now that he was silently seething, would be the cause of a thousand deaths if one approached him. Racing down the staircase towards the freedom his wayward heart yearned for, Orion eventually burst into cold air, a sign that it was, indeed, evening. It was dawn by the time he was far enough away from the goddess's temple that he felt confident enough to slow. He had no fear of her, of course, but he also knew that now was not a time to confront her and that she would realize her new toy was gone sooner than later. She had exercised power over him that few others ever had or ever would, too frightened by the insanity seemingly dancing in his eyes and the way he was so remorseless, so negligent of his own life and others and the dangers that he introduced himself into. As the sun was just beginning to form on the horizon, Orion could feel the wind stirring, calling to him, whispering. He had followed it here, down from the mountain, away from an entity that he knew he could not face now, perhaps not ever. His run staggering to a slow, stumbling walk, the fighter continued into the grasses, until he was not close enough to the edge to be considered on its outskirts, but not close enough to the middle to be at its centre. Halting, he breathed deeply. His head still throbbed relentlessly. His scythen was still clutched tightly between two hands tightly, indicating that he had expected some sort of fight as he had fled. None had ever come. The chill air, made colder by the steely wind that blew across these plains, touched his bare flesh, making him shudder. He had shed his jacket as he had thundered down the long staircase, leaving it on the stair. Now, wearing only a black pair of pants and a shirt that exposed both his midriff and his toned, somewhat muscular arms, he could feel the chill. He blinked slowly, his chest heaving slightly. It seemed that all he did was run now, from guards, from insane goddesses, and from the life that he had once led. Orion staggered several more steps, the weapon still clutched in his hands. There was something eerie about the plains; it seemed to him that it was speaking to him through the wind, but he couldn't be certain. It touseled his hair and whistled in his ears, becoming nearly deafening. Staggering under the rush that brushed by him, Orion kept his legs from buckling beneath him. His eyes darted wildly back and forth as he turned his head. "What do you want from me...?" |
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| Raya Clearwood | Jul 7 2008, 09:47 PM Post #2 |
 
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Orion met not one obstruction in his desperation to exit the madhouse disguised as the Air Temple. It wasn't so much the negligence of the guards, as it was the fact they were ordered to retire to the safety of their quarters - least more horrific actions be carried out. What the morrow would bring discovering his absence from the dungeon, well that was another matter entirely. The staircase plummeted deep into the mountain; driving downwards in a steep, un-uniformed series of twists and turns. What would have been a fairly tedious adversity to begin with, was made more so by the fact no sconces were presently lit down its entirety. When he did finally reach its end, it deposited him onto the Alastrine valley. Greeted by the dawning sun, he was once again acquainted with his freedom- that not long ago had been effortlessly taken from him. The wind danced about the valley; soft at times and then sweeping across the newcomer with irrational ferocity. Almost seeming as if it were taunting him with some knowledge it possessed that he did not. As the grasses rolled in waves before him, the sun continued to climb a canvas that would soon give way to a forget-me-not blue of unscathed expanses. His question was caught in the wind current passing by, and rolled over and around him as if in mockery, while the grasses began to sound like soft shaking laughter. If he was hoping for an answer, he would be surly disappointed, as none would be given. It had been four days since she had stumbled upon the valley. Though it had been no easy task as she had not taken the staircase, causing minor disruption amongst the goddess and her guard (though not nearly to the extent as Orion), she had climbed down finding the outcome far more rewarding then she had hoped. In a bustling and thriving world as Elenlond, it was almost impossible to find a place of complete solitude. Here in the Alastrine Valley, however, she had experienced it for the last 3 days, now dawning on the fourth. Encompassed by rock faces on three sides before feeding into the windswept plains, with a small forest dotting the area on the far end, a waterfall feeding a stream that ran through the valley, and a stone structure in the centre, it had not only provided a place of exploration, but one to sustain her time there. Now that the golden tendrils of the sun's large orange countenance were stretching further, these attributes began to become more visible to Orion's view. She had no knowledge of his presence there, she had not kept her guard up after the second day of no intrusions, and at present, was sound asleep. In the grasses near the small waterfall fed pool, she had finally drifted to sleep a few hours before dawn. Though she was alone, she could not rid herself of her own thoughts, and therefore spent the better part of the whole night contending against her restless mind. Even now her countenance was drawn with a furrowed brow, and her hands were clasped in tight fists; Indications of unsettling dreams, which were not an uncommon occurrence for her, but which normally left her seething after waking. With a jolt her eyes flashed open, sweeping around her as if expecting some phantom to pop out at her. Sitting up, she rubbed her face and sat there a moment, collecting herself. 'A dream...' Withdrawing from her concealed location amongst the grass, she walked over to the small pool. So absorbed was she in her dreamt recollections, she was completely unaware to Orion's new presence. She stared into the water a moment, reflecting back an unsettling picture, before deciding to occupy herself with something. Drawing out the twin blades from the sheaths on her back, she began to engage in a series of practice motions. The sun reflected off their sliver blades, as she spun them around, her movements graceful and swift, making it out to look more like a dance then a practice routine. |
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| Orion de Lacey | Jul 12 2008, 06:47 PM Post #3 |
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Governor of Ashoka
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As the sun rose slowly over the horizon Orion swiftly turned his eyes away, squinting as pain shafted through his skull. The wind, too, was beginning to bother him, the sound drawing out a rather irritating ringing inside his ears that he simply couldn't shake, even after the air had become still again. From time to time his vision would become unfocused, the grasses blurring together into one ugly green blob. He hadn't expected an answer to his rhetorical question. Orion staggered forward a pace, his legs wobbling as he fought to maintain balance. His head continued to throb relentlessly, constantly reminding him that he had sustained some damage since the previous night. The extent of that damage was unknown. How long he stood there staring into the distance as the wind tore at him he didn't know, but when he was finally pulled from the muddled mess that had become his thoughts, it was not because he was able to focus, but because of a rather annoying glint back towards his right. The glint, each time it mirrored the morning sun, reflected into his eyes, causing far more pain than the sun was currently. Orion flinched with each shimmer. He closed his eyes tightly, lifted his right thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose, gripped it tightly as he tried to focus vainly on anything but the glimmer. When it penetrated even closed eyelids the fighter had had enough. Turning with his weapon still grasped in his free hand, his mismatched eyes flew open to stare in the general direction of the nuissance. The glint was quite a distance away, in the hands of what he thought appeared to be a woman, but wasn't entirely sure. Slowly he approached her, a growl resonating in his throat, both hands now secured against the silver shaft of his scythen. As he drew nearer he could see that it was a woman that he was fast nearing, and the grip on his weapon become that much fiercer. Didn't she have anything better to do than torment him with her ceaseless twisting? Couldn't she duck under the trees in the surrounding forest, find an open clearing rather than this dead and silent plain? The fact that she was there at all was a source with which to feed his rising frustration. When he was a mere five feet away from her he paused, caring not for whether or not she had seen him. "If you don't stop playing with your toys I'm going to have to hack off your arms," Orion barked, the growl in his throat now more pronounced, his tone indicating quite clearly that was entirely serious. His eyes were slits of fury, the wind rustling his dark hair, drawing it across his face yet making him look no less intimidating. He was clearly vexed, his own weapon's double heads shimmering under the dawning sun. He flinched as the light reflected painfully into his eyes, yet his accusing stare never left the woman's face. If he had to fight her he would, although the last thing he truly wanted was having to face someone when his skull was pounding and his thoughts were fuzzy. The scythen rotated slightly, shifting into a battle-ready position. |
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| Raya Clearwood | Jul 20 2008, 02:46 AM Post #4 |
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Engulfed in fighting phantom thoughts, she had not noticed his encroaching figure until he was nearly on top of her. At his flagrant statement, her lithe figure twisted and one swift turn put a distance between them, making immediate defense easy if needed. If Raya's presence bothered Orion, then it was no were near the furry in which his intrusion aroused in her. Her countenance needed no features to show how unethically livid she was; her steely gaze was all but overflowing with the animosity she had immediately accumulated towards him. It was an arduous task to keep from immediately ending his existence. Previously waking in a seething mood, the desire to dispose of him far surpassed any other. The delay in noticing his presence only furthered her ill temper. Her hands gripped the blades hilts with white knuckles, ready to unleash as she began to size him up. However, the more she began to take in his attributes, the more they began to lax. Here before her, stood a man perhaps a few years older, that looked as if he had just walked through hell and keenly got the shit beat out of him along the way. After getting passed the cuts and bruises, she noted his height, build, and weapon- typical points of interest for the common fighter. His physique did not show the hints of a poor fighter, but that did not mean he was not completely skill-less either. Raya had briefly noted his peculiar optics, before designating her real attention to his Scythen - a weapon she knew by description but had never before encountered. She finished her summary of Orion in a few short seconds, and then managed to find a smile which did not reach her eyes. The later of which had not lost one ounce of their hostility, and therefore made the visual rather, eerie. " Perhaps, you should watch your mouth and reassess the situation, before my toys take - out - that tounge of your's. " Her words were calm, and only just loud enough to be heard; holding the same amount of seriousness as Orion's had. The fear that he normally instilled into people, completely lacking in her body. Her contentious nature was resonating throughout her veins, ready and taunting her to lash out at him with her steel. She began to spin one of the blades then, idly. Hoping to further elicit his vexation, having caught full well his flinch at the reflection of the light - she didn't need to guess the reason. It would seem she had already resolved her course of action, and was now beginning to help expedite it. |
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| Orion de Lacey | Jul 22 2008, 01:52 PM Post #5 |
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"Good luck with that." A devil-may-care grin spread across his lips despite her obvious hatred towards him and the danger she was now threatening him with. Her, sever tongue from mouth? Not likely. It would be a difficult task for sure, as she would not only have to pin him to the ground, but she'd have to somehow pry his lips apart, draw his tongue from behind his teeth, and slice it off, all the while keeping him from thrashing or throwing her off. And although she wasn't a wee thing, she was still smaller than he was and, he doubted, quite as strong. She was not, however, stupid. Having realized that the light was a source of pain for him, she was now twisting her blade, the sun reflecting off of it burning deeply into his retinas. The headache that was already throbbing increased tenfold and he almost swore aloud. Yet, despite it all, the grin remained. If it was a fight she wanted, she would have it. His skill, his speed, and his alertness were drastically lowered, but that didn't mean that he didn't have physical power on his side. Orion launched himself forward, seemingly propelled by the wind as it pressed against his back - how fortunate it was that the woman how faced it. The scythen's blades glittered in the light, the feathers rustled as his feet drew across the grass. Twisting the blade in a downward arc, the white-feathered head slammed into the woman's blade, locking into place. Orion leaned over his weapon's silver shaft, his eyes flashing as the grin that had seemed too wide to begin somehow spread yet wider. His breath brushed against her cheek as his lips drew towards her ear and he watched her, insanity flitting through his orbs. "Is it a fight you want, girl? I'll give it to you. Forget everything you think you know. You know nothing." He drew backwards, putting distance between them once again. Yes, it was quite obvious that his injuries were impairing his ability to function properly, his movements slower than they should have been. The weapon came down into a defensive stance. He averted his gaze directly from her blades to prevent futher pain, instead using his peripheral to gauge her movements. It wasn't nearly as effective, but it was the best he could do, given the current situation. |
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| Raya Clearwood | Aug 7 2008, 02:53 PM Post #6 |
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She hadn't expected him to react to her wishes so soon. She certainly hadn't expected him to dive into the first move, either - given his current condition. It was - daring, if not foolish. His acuity would no doubt be sharply hindered, but by how much she could only guess, as she had never faced him in his prime. Although, it was doubtful her attitude would be much less the same as it currently rested, even if she had. Dreams meant reminiscence, and reminiscence only evoked her contentious nature to it's extremes. Reacting by habit, her second blade met the first to reinforce the locked blades defense. She was exerting minor strength to hold him off, but it was soon apparent his action was to do no more then cease the blades rotation. How unfortunate the wind was at his advantage, she mused nonchalantly, as it cast long, honey colored tendrils across her visage. Raya dropped the arm holding the reinforcing blade to her side, as a mock or as she plainly didn't need it, or perhaps both, was uncertain. Heartless pools of blue-gray hue met Orion's mismatched optics. The glimmer of insanity reflecting a mirror quality. As he leaned over the scythen's shaft, she merely shot him a side glance, allowing him within a perimeter he would be hard pressed to obtain again. His breath warmed her cheek, causing her to repress a shiver and the urge to create a comfortable distance. At his whisper, her orbs narrowed, a malicious half-smile playing across her lips. She could smell the blood from his wounds, still relatively fresh despite their now clotting properties; Hastened by the exposure to the excessive amount of air, which could make them stiff and liable to crack easily, adding more pain to his haggard self. At least this was some consolation to being downwind. Her real drive was to make him bleed herself, however. Raya hadn't had blood lust in quite a while, at least, not true blood lust. This was different from her trivial squabbles. Those were caused by annoyances, drunks, and the occasional lecher. This wasn't like those times, He wasn't like the sources from those times. He was something much, much different. He had not even been in her presence long, and yet just by his speech it was apparent. He was blunt, yet moniacle. Impaired, yet completely confident. Though, the most notable quality of his differences, were his optics. Mismatched- in themselves giving a propensity for insanity, made more so by the gleam they had now acquired. She had not seen such threatening orbs in all the battles she had fought- and so she wanted him. She wanted to smell the warm metallic oder of his blood. She wanted to push the insanity she was drawn to. His last words only fueling the fire. As he retracted she made ready her move. For one who enjoyed implementing coercion in her battles, she was uncharacteristically silent. The only thing that remained as response to his words, was the malicious half-smile set on her lips. Her eyes were frigid, and currently void of any emotion. All she wanted was blood, his blood. An interesting choice of peripheral gaze, she noted, deeming perhaps he was indeed more skilled then his body showed. She was about to find out in any case. The smile gone from her face, she began to charge him. After closing half the distance between them, she began rotating her right blade, causing a flicker of moving light. She hoped to mask her coming move with it's distraction. It was a direct assault. A test to gauge his reaction time and strength in his current condition. Her left blade made a direct downward sweep, while her right made a sweep upward on it's last rotation, before being halted and used for defense. And so it began. |
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| Orion de Lacey | Aug 9 2008, 10:06 PM Post #7 |
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((Um... Sorry I didn't do much attack-wise. You can have fun and be inventive if you want. XD Do whatever - I'm cool with whatever you choose to do.)) He wasn't stupid. Even in his impaired state, he knew exactly what she was trying to do, knew that as she twisted that one sword, the other was preparing for a strike of sorts. He tilted his head to the side yet more, pulling the flashing out of his peripheral and focusing strictly on right blade. The scythen shifted to parry the left blade, his head snapping back as her right blade suddenly made an upward slash. Both blades, with his hands shifting to keep out of the path of the sharpened weapons, clashed against the silver shaft before one was withdrawn to defend. A loud, metallic clang rent the air. Orion cringed as he drew back. She had somehow nicked his hand. He'd only just parried her swipes. This was going to be much more difficult than he had at first anticipated. In that one small moment where they had been close, the fighter had seen hidden lust in her eyes. What she lusted for could have been a number of things, but he didn't doubt that one of those things was for him physically. It was easy to lust for his blood, and even easier to lust for him. Dark hair, mismatched eyes, a physique that was lithe yet muscular... It was easy to fall for the psychopath, but once they realized what he was, or who he was, it became that much more difficult to pull away. There was something alluring in the way he manipulated people, the way he controlled people like they were his puppets. And Orion had every intention of controlling this woman. The air circumnavigating his body picked up from a gentle breeze to a violent gust, whipping his hair in front of his eyes until the strands were blown back, revealing his visage in all its entirety. His wind clashed against the natural wind of the plains, fighting against it, proving that there was more to him than just a pretty face and a heated temper. The wind clearly would not do anything, but it served to prove that there was more that separated him from others than one might have first thought. Leaving the wind to its own devices - although, due to his affinity with it it seemingly gravitated towards him - Orion launched himself forward, having spent a couple of seconds prior skirting around her, knowing full well that she would follow him with her eyes, at the very least. The dual heads of the scythen gleamed in the sunlight, one head decorated with white feathers, the other with black. The black head, on the bottom slashed upward as he surged forward, aiming to cut through her body from abdomen to shoulder, as if to cleave her in half. He knew he wouldn't land it successfully, but despite his obvious weaknesses at the moment, he still had some level of power on his side. However, once their weapons were locked again, he had every intention of going further with her, toying with her, doing things that would make her shudder, make her want more than she already wanted. And when he was finished... He'd discard her as he had discarded all of the others. What did he care? She was an object. Nothing more. |
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| Raya Clearwood | Aug 12 2008, 03:45 PM Post #8 |
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The sound of their weapons clashing rang for a moment, before the wind swept the sound off across the plains. To her amusement, she had successfully managed to snag his skin. It was nothing serious, but it was more than she had been bargaining for with an opening move. While this was drawing her infatuation with the lust for his blood out, it also was irritatingly disappointing. Every fight she contended in, had been in the hopes of one simple ideal- her death. As much as Orion was psychopathic, Raya was suicidal. Though no one had ever picked up on this keen factor, as the implications of committing such an act made it's detection near impossible. So the fact that the man she now faced had not effectively parried her entire attack, sent a wave of fresh anger sweeping through her veins. No longer did she want his blood, she demanded it. He withdrew, and she followed him with her chilling optics, waiting in the minor seconds to either defend or attack. That's when she noted a sudden change. The atmosphere around him, suddenly took on a violent propensity; tearing the hair from his countenance, to unveil the only pair of eyes she had met with a disposition like her own. She didn't have time to asses the cause of this however, for he suddenly took from skirting, to direct assault. The weapon he wielded was a new challenge for her, as she had never before encountered one. As the the black head gleamed threateningly in it's upward ferocity, she made to note how he wielded every action- for future reference. She dodged right easily, yet wearingly out of it's path, slamming her left blade into the side of the shaft where it connect to the head, making sure that it would not flip and make a sweep at her neck. While her right blade would logically have taken a swipe at him, she kept it back just in case for defense, not knowing the moves of his weapon type, and instead sent her right leg plummeting at his abdomen. It was a risky maneuver, but where was the thrill in playing it safe? |
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| Orion de Lacey | Aug 23 2008, 05:43 PM Post #9 |
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Orion narrowly avoided her kick. He sucked his stomach back as he saw the limb lunge forward, curving his body so that he was almost hunched over her foot. She had managed to stop him from slicing through her body with his fearsome weapon. Unfortunately, due to the size, weight, and properties of his polearm, he was unable to grab her leg and flip her onto her back - the moment he released his scythen and held it with only one hand she'd be more than capable of tearing him apart. The fighter lifted his right leg and swung it over hers, just barely managing to keep his balance as he forced the limb down. Orion twisted around her and maneuvered his weapon so that she would either be forced to lift her arm higher to keep her blade locked with the shaft of his scythen, or would be forced to retract. He wasn't, however, banking on her doing the latter, as that might mean leaving an opening for him. The fighter was acutely aware of the fact that he was moving closer into enemy territory than he wished, but knew that what he would do next would not only send chills down his spine, but might also drive her to the point of insanity. Wouldn't that be fun, to have two people without logical thought or purpose? Leaning over her defensive blade, Orion tilted his head, his bright eyes gleaming wickedly. The wind that circumnavigated his body seemed to encompass hers as well, curling around it, as if pushing her towards him. Time in his mind seemed to stand still, his movements slow, his thoughts vague and distant. Cool lips brushed against the flesh of her neck, a tongue snaking out before savage teeth tore into her throat. They didn't draw blood but he was sure pain would spike through her body. Before she could retaliate with a stab to his gut or some other violent gesture, Orion withdrew. He shifted his scythen so that he could slide it away from her blade if she had chosen to keep her arm raised and drew back, holding it defensively. The wind too drew away from her, returning solely to his body as the natural wind of the plains buffeted them. "Are you enjoying yourself?" he called, now several feet away. "You'll have to tell me when you've reached your breaking point - I want to see you crack." His head was pounding, but in the heat of the moment the pain seemed to ebb away, his thoughts clearer, his mind more alert; perhaps that was due to the adrenaline now coursing through his veins, perhaps not, but whatever the case, as soon as there was a lull, the effects of his concussion came crashing back down. He yearned for her to resume their clashing of blades, yearned to have her take his focus away from the thrumming in the base of his skull. Yearned to taste her again. |
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| Raya Clearwood | Dec 28 2008, 04:08 AM Post #10 |
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((Ehhh sorry sorry for the extreme delay once again, sorry if it's a bit blah, I'm trying to get back into things. I'm not sure if Orion can use his magic or not but I'm fine with anything you do.)) She was impressed with his sudden agility, as shaky as it was. The force of his leg pressing her own appendage down, was something she had not anticipated, as he fluidly twisted around her all in the same motion. She stretched higher, following his sudden movement in attempts to remain in lock with his weapon. She did not like her current position; he was too close. Optics flashed rapidly for means of an opening out of her current predicament, but none could be found fast enough, not wanting to leave Orion's movement unattended. Catching his gaze, she was suddenly aware of the impish gleam they were suddenly sporting, and her orbs hardened in their venomous state, preparing for whatever he was planning. The sun was high set, it's magnificent presence daunting the two below with the passage of time it was keeping. How long would this last? How would it end? Who's blood would stain the plains, soaking the grasses crimson at the feet of the victor? Of one thing she was sure, he was encompassed in something she could only assume hinted magic. She could feel its faint traces racing along her flesh in his close proximity, as it wrapped around and glided over her form, meshing with the wind of the plains. It was a similar feeling to that of the Goddess's magic, and yet foreign and fainter. She had not the time to dwell further on this sudden phenomena, as something cool and wet suddenly enveloped a space on the flesh of her neck, proceeding a sharp pain that engaged her nerves sporadically, like a sudden jolt of lightning. Raya's visage was suddenly swept from a grimace to bewilderment. It was only through her skill and experience, her body's reaction to jerk violently away was suppressed. By the time she had calculated what Orion had done, he had already put distance between them, and with good reason. As his words drifted into her ears, her body quivered. Her fury was so extensive, it burned. Her fingers flexed, tightening around the hilts of her twin blades as she inhaled deeply. Had he a sword, and she would have ended him. Had he been anything remotely normal, he would surly be dead. His weapon, least his very existence, was staying her from rushing in with the ferocity she was harboring. Anger could drive her actions without consequence, she had learned this. But this was not a typical battle, moreover he was not a typical fiend. She needed to remain as complacent as possible, to judge the movement of the scythen accurately. Acting in rage now would be foolish, even in his state. In the very least, she refused to give him the satisfaction he was calling for. Her head sank down for a moment, before she rose her countenance to meet his gaze. A soft chime like laughter growing in volume with a white smile, as her eyes sparkled with the abhorrence he already knew so well. " I'm sorry to disappoint you, but, I highly doubt someone like you could concur such a feat." In truth, one could say it was because she was too cracked to begin with, though what Orion had in store for her not even she could fathom.... and if she could, perhaps she would come to recant that statement. She was far to cocky to believe his abilities in this task he wished to accomplish however. " Moreover, you're not going to live that long..." The pain in her neck throbbed, as she gingerly readied her blades once more. She was eagerly avoiding the idea that it was almost a pleasurable throb, and made to make good on her threat as she once more charged him head on, blades rotating in a furry of silver flashing. |
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| Orion de Lacey | Dec 28 2008, 11:00 PM Post #11 |
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((Actually, your post was fine. =) Orion can, indeed, use some of his magic, but it's minor stuff - wind manipulation, basically. I'll start giving him actual offensive spells when I hit the post levels I need to.)) The widest devil-may-care grin that one could ever possess slowly spread across Orion's face, from one side to the other, almost eerie. He could see the anger boiling beneath her skin, the way his vicious bite had sent her mind into frazzled hatred for him. Yet, beneath it all, he couldn't resist the thought that she might actually want him now, for savagery was such a beautiful thing. And was he not beautiful as well? Driving people to the edge seemed to be what Orion did best, the one thing that made his skin crawl with pleasure. Anybody who could be driven insane was sure to be a victim of the young man eventually. Such was life. "I don't know," he called back, obviously smug. "I think I'm winning this bet right now. You can try to hide it, but you know as well as I do that you're becoming steadily more enraged with me. While you'd like to believe that I will be the one to fall, angels always fall first." Not so subtle, but he was certainly as cocky as she was and probably felt. It was a battle between two arrogant, hardened, aggressive, lustful people, a battle that had no foreseeable outcome, no way of knowing who was to win and who was to lose, if such a thing could ever exist between them. Orion liked the idea of the unknown - he enjoyed not knowing if he would walk away from a fight alive, if he would wake up the next morning alive and well, or if he would be slowly bleeding to death in agony. In a fit of rage the woman launched herself forward, her motions an almost vague blur to his mismatched eyes. Orion lifted his scythen, falling back on his defensive plans. Of course, he moved forward but a pace in an attempt to throw her balance off, shoving his scythen forward. The blades clanged against hers, but not before one had sliced through his fingers. He swore violently, fighting the nearly overwhelming urge to release the weapon so he could nurse his now-damaged hand. Yet he held on, fighting it every single millisecond until the urge dismissed itself. His fingers bled profusely, her weapon having sliced into the bone, but not enough to actually sever the appendages from the hand. The swearing became more pronounced as he blindly threw his weight into the shaft of his weapons. If Orion had been a dog, his jaws would have been snapping, drool foaming around his teeth. "Unfortunately for you," he gritted through the pain, "I will do everything in my power to kill you. If I have to hack every single limb from your body, dismember you, pull every single joint from its socket, every single ligament and tendon from your bones and your muscles, I will. And let it be known that it will bring me the utmost pleasure any man can feel on this god-forsaken earth." He could feel his blood sliding down the shaft of his polearm. If he wasn't careful, he'd find it becoming slippery in a hurry. Keeping himself as close to her as humanly possible so that she did not have a clear opening, Orion struggled to keep their little duel at the status quo. The sudden change in his mood, however, had prompted that steady breeze into a fury as well. It exploded around him, rapidly growing into a gale, making it nearly impossible to hear without shouting, given how close they were to its vicinity. It wrapped around them both. Orion's eyes smoldered with the pain. Despite his better interests, he kept his grasp firm, tightening it until it hurt. The tighter it was, the less likely it was that the blood would seep between flesh and silver, making it impossible to hold onto it. And that would inevitably save his life. |
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| Raya Clearwood | Dec 31 2008, 03:26 AM Post #12 |
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Once more the cacophonous metallic disturbance, caused by the colliding forces of their weapons, wrought the air only to be dominated by the man's sudden profanity. The crimson flecks that now perverted the clean silver of her steal, acted like a prequel to the real damage done. The blood that was steadily flowing from his wound, cascaded down his phalanges and made his current endeavor even more onerous then it already was. 'Perhaps," she thought, 'this was the reason for the scarcity of Scythen users.' As so far, she could calculate no other advantage of the weapon, then demanding the opponents close proximity- which could in turn, act as much as a disadvantage. Raya smiled wickedly across the small distance he had once again put between them. The unnatural wind once more erupting into a state of violent propensity, sent her loose honey colored strands dancing around various areas of her countenance. 'Interesting... emotion wrought?' She wondered. She gazed across at him, the pain in his eyes fueling the sudden empowerment she was radiating. She soaked in each word, savoring every meaning of each, and hoped more, then likely he himself, that he would be able to carry out such an outlandish threat. However, she wasn't banking on his fulfillment of such, and therefor was truly enjoying inhaling the scent of his life blood, relishing in the idea of spilling more. His thrust had thrown her off only minutely, and she was easily able to counter the sudden shift of balance, with her lithe figure. Her smile widened, as she leaned in towards him, the fire in her eyes dancing tauntingly, daring him to act. "Angel?" She chuckled softly. "You have quiet the misconception of such renown beings..." She didn't seem to be yelling, and yet some how, her words were making it to his ears. She took one step back before thrusting more weight into her blades, hoping that it would further elicit his pain. She might indeed increasingly hate him, but the sudden peak in her rage for him, she refused to let herself be lost in. She hated everyone, after all. All her actions seemed to exploit the most malevolent tendencies she could accomplish at the time, and her goal now, was to rid him of his weapon- and extinguish the life he seemed all too sure of. Her own ego empowered further by the lack of real damage to her being. She leaned over the blade once more, so that their eyes were directly locked. " I hope you like pain.... when I kill you, it will not be quick.... I'll have you begging for death, before I've even begun...." Her words setting in with pestilence. His arrogance, pride, and confidence, were vastly irritating. She had never indulged upon the concept of torture, but he seemed to bring about something even more baleful then was common. She couldn't place it. There was just something, something in him she wanted to end. His physical appearance had never crossed her mind in a lustful way. Her eyes were closed, blinded, to such thoughts by the hate and guilt that she had harbored for so long. It was wondrous if they would ever be opened, or made to be. She made to send her knee into whatever it could reach from his proximity, but faltered slightly in the carry through, as the familiarity of a shrill clear call rang out. It was only to habit to make a glance at the sky. Her brilliant white counterpart sweeping down to see to the possible aide of her master. Kana normally stayed out of her battles, but the hawk was to curious and too protective not to circle down low enough to deduce what had perspired while she had been gone. Raya's acknowledgment of the bird was her first mistake, and in turn also her second. What Orion could accomplish in the seconds she had turned away could amount to a number of things. |
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| Orion de Lacey | Jan 2 2009, 10:06 PM Post #13 |
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((Um... If this is a little too over-the-top, let me know. I didn't think you'd mind though.)) "Oh, believe me," he responded, the growl in his voice as much out of pain, frustration, and anger as it was out of a certain degree of lust, "I'll beg, but only for the feeling of your touch against my flesh as you exact your petty revenge. And believe me: I will enjoy every single moment of it." He saw, from the corner of his eye, the movement of her leg and he knew what would be coming: a knee to some part of his body that he didn't want to envision being kneed. Gearing up for the impending pain that would follow, his eyes were trained on her face intently, as if daring her to do it. Yet, she never followed through with the motion. And, despite hearing the cry from above, he didn't care to look up. Instead, Orion threw his weight forward, slamming into her. The two of them tumbled to the ground, Orion on top of her. He angled his weapon so that he wasn't able to slice into her body accidentally. Landing hard, he was quick to seize the moment she would spend dazed by his sudden assault on her. The fighter struggled onto her body, straddling her, his feet and legs angled so that he had her arms pinned to the ground securely. Using all of the strength he possibly possessed, he held his scythen tight as he pried one of her weapons from her hands. Orion tossed it away but left her with one of them, as if to add insult to injury. Fumbling with his own weapon once he was satisfied, he unattached the second head and tossed the rest of the scythe off to the side, to be retrieved later. Propping the curved, flat part of the blade against her chest, between her breasts, he cupped his hands over the hole that the shaft of the scythe would normally slide into. No doubt the pressure of it against her sternum would leave her feeling breathless. Leaning over it, his grin was smug. "How the tables have turned." Orion leaned forward still, reaching out with his bloody hand to grip her jaw tightly, his dull nails digging sharply into the side of her face. He turned it this way and that forcefully, before he continued towards her, his nose a hair's breadth from hers. His lips parted, and there was a wicked smile spread across them. "And now, little angel, what shall I do with you?" The brunette's head tilted to the side as his lips brushed against hers. He could only begin to imagine the hatred that was flaring within her, the fact that, as he teased her for his own twisted desires, she was almost helpless. His weight was centered on her body, and if she tried to throw him off, he could just as easily crush her between his thighs. With one hand gripped tightly against his scythen head, and the other around her face, Orion mashed his lips against hers. She most certainly would not want this, and he normally would not have forced a woman, but she had done far more than just cross the line. She'd made the mistake of responding to the initial bite. |
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| Raya Clearwood | Jan 14 2009, 06:44 PM Post #14 |
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((Haha never never over the top, I quite enjoy it very much so, I'm fine with anything you do.)) She had no time to correct her mistake, their bodies collided with the earthen floor of the plains. A myriad of fluid motions, and he was atop her. One twin blade was wrenched from her hand as one head of his scythen found home in the crevice of her bosom. Blue-gray pools blinked once- stupefied at the sudden and complete reversal of scene. She stared at the scythen head in the light of the now descending sun. When she finally remembered to breathe, the combined force of his weight and the pressure of the scythen made the task a rigorous endeavor, and thus was ragged. She could not remember being in such a predicament, or making such a folly, and was oddly at a contentment of sorts. Was this it? Finally? She traced the blade's curve, glistening ominously, and then up his toned arms till she met his humored countenance. It took but one look into his almost demeaning grin, accompanied with his mouth, to reignite her exasperated propensity. Once more he was reacquainted with familiarity of hate seeping from her slitted oculars. She grimaced as his bloodied hand grasped her face harshly, forcing it this way and that, as if looking at a choice piece of meat. She glowered up at him, how unfortunate, in a twisted sense, that he would take the pleasure in ending her life. Even now, at the end of things, it was hard to shake the irritation of his close proximity. She was expecting some form of extended pain before death, so she didn't spare much thought to his words, to busy mentally preparing herself for what was to come. What was to come however, was not what she had assumed, and it took her till his lips once more locked forcefully with her own to comprehend what was occurring. The effect of such was jarring to her mental faculties, threatening the disturbance of her very function- as mangled as it already was. The shock was apparent to her physical attributes as her form froze like stone beneath him; orbs parted in sheer terror, lacking the effective restriction they generally executed flawlessly. It was as if time had drastically slowed, so that each moment and each movement of his lips, could be felt down to the most obscure detail. So that it initiated the spark, to arouse a memory she had buried long ago- in a place very different from the plains, with a very different man. The state of comatose didn't last long, and when she was reunited with real time and not her reverie, it was as if time had drastically sped up. Orion was not the lips that she pined for, and her furry had no name as the realization that he had stolen her kiss set in. Her body quivered with the adrenaline building up in her vehement rage. She twisted savagely beneath him, pulling at his restraining hand, and attempting anything that might dislodge him. It was quite apparent suddenly to her, that she did not want to die, not by his hands. Never by him. Moreover, she wanted to kill him more than she wanted her own death. She ceased her thrashing, realizing it was futile. She looked Orion directly in his deranged orbs, holding his gaze with a menacing scowl, before spitting savagely. Petty, perhaps, but she wanted to rip every ligament in his body, and stab him in every main artery alphabetically. In her current circumstance it was all she could do. She stared at him, dignity in her fury, inhaling deeply despite the weight. Thrusting her chest upward in the breath, as if taunting him to seek revenge with a savage cut. Her hand flexed agitatedly around her remaining blades hilt, though utterly useless. She could not function together anything to say, no threat seemed vital enough, and no curse deserving enough, though she was damning him to the very blackest parts of hell inwardly. So she waited, taking jagged breaths from the depletion of both energy and oxygen her thrashing had caused. Edited by Raya Clearwood, Jan 14 2009, 06:51 PM.
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| Orion de Lacey | Jan 23 2009, 11:12 PM Post #15 |
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Throughout the entire exchange she had failed to speak, although she had made a 'valiant' attempt at trying to throw him off. She'd even spit at him, the saliva landing on his thigh. He glanced down at it, his eyebrow arched, his expression not entirely outraged, but there were certainly traces. Ignoring the vague wet feeling that seeped through his pantleg, Orion's head tilted to the side, as if he were considering what to do next. She was obviously furious with him - why he didn't quite understand, as she really had no reason to be. After all, was it not she who had initiated this fight in the first place? When her attempts at freedom were all in vain, the fighter turned his mismatched eyes skyward, as if in exasperation. "You would think that you would realize that men are stronger than women, and that women, once they're pinned, are prone to their position. Although..." Now he looked thoughtful, which was certainly not a good thing. He leaned forward. "If you gave me a little something... I might be inclined to let you get up. You think you can kill me, but I'm not concerned. You can believe what you want to." His voice had adopted a velvet quality, a gentle purr in her ear as he watched her carefully with his eyes. Suddenly, he didn't seem quite so bad. And, if not for the fact that there was a scythen head perched on comfortably between her breasts, that his hands were bloodied from their battle, and that he had just forced her to engage him in a kiss that she didn't want, he most certainly would have seemed angelic. As it was, however, he merely appeared to be less of a demon than he was. Yet, despite it all, there was an almost malelovent glimmer within his eyes. "So, what do you say dearest? Give me what I want and I'll let you get up. You can retrieve your weapons, and I'll let you walk away. I won't kill you." He paused. The manipulative nature that he possessed was beginning to shine through, the ease with which he tended to draw people in and have them do as he pleased emerging from within the depths of his twisted, psychotic personality. His voice was still gentle as he finished, coaxing, as if trying to lure her with soft-spoken words. "At least, I won't right now." |
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| Raya Clearwood | Mar 1 2009, 08:09 PM Post #16 |
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Raya watched him calculate the frothy discharge as it seeped into his clothing. How disappointing it hadn't met its mark on his deranged yet, oddly and increasingly irritating, attractive countenance. She watched him gaze skyward, and for a brief moment a feeling twinged of something devastatingly close to, fear. Kana, had been forgotten due to her more pressing matter. This feeling however, was soon staunched as he began to converse his thoughts to her. Though she had stopped thrashing, the length of her body had taken up a subtle yet consistent vibration from the rage that was accumulating within her like a building storm, yet which had no outlet. She inhaled slowly, trying to calm herself and concoct a way to dismantle this arrogant man from his current position of power. She turned her face away from him, as her jaw tightened to accompany the slits her orbs had become as Orion leaned towards her once more. The shaking ceased as Orion's manipulative voice filtered into her ears like soft suede. It was almost as if his entire personality had changed from the simple manipulating nature of his voice, though the words were far from comforting. His tone combined with the exotic and maniacal depths of his eyes, was a smoldering, dangerous sensation. Kana, clearly agitated by the current predicament of her master, let out a long vexing yell as she circled lower towards the scene. Had Raya been weak willed, she might have surrendered herself without a moments hesitation, directly into the arms of insanity. As it were however, despite the inviting seductive tone she had to constantly parry, Orion had taken something from her far too precious, and she would be hard pressed to let him go unscathed. Raya glanced in his direction, waiting a moment before turning her full gaze to glare back up at him. "And what is it... that you want...." She asked, through clenched teeth, trying to retain the calm disposition she normally had. She was not however, looking at him at this point. Her gaze followed the white plumage that was spiraling faster and faster toward them, and damning it all the while. Willing it to depart from anywhere remotely close to the plains. Her orbs flickered violently back to stare directly into Orion's depths, so there was no mistake in her sincerity. "There is no thought, I will kill you." |
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| Orion de Lacey | Apr 13 2009, 07:59 PM Post #17 |
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"Take a guess." Tenderly, almost lovingly, bloodied fingers moved from where her jaw met her skull down to her chin, following the curves of her neck, her shoulder, jumping from her arm to the side of her body, where it finally stopped at her waist. He left his fingers to linger there for a moment before they withdrew, his hands once again coming to grip the metal of the scythen head comfortably, placing pressure upon her chest. He hadn't missed the fact that she had not once, through his small but telling invitation, looked at him, and now his eyes glanced briefly upwards, where the sound of beating wings gently touched the air. When the woman finally looked back at him, Orion had arched an eyebrow, as if daring her to explain to him why this beast was spiralling towards him. No doubt it was somehow linked to her. "Really now?" he continued, almost bored. The wind surrounding his body became more pronounced, picking up speed, gusting gently, not at all a gale, but certainly formidable. It came to encompass the female beneath him as well, as if encasing them within a bubble that tore at their hair and their clothing. The bird would certainly penetrate the flimsy 'shield', if one wanted to call it that, but it would hinder its movements as the air spiked upwards, pulling strands of Orion's brunette hair out of his eyes. In them sanity was bred like the coming of a thunderstorm, beautiful yet inherently dangerous. Orion's eyes had narrowed, the pressure upon her chest increased. Teeth flashed and a low growl trembled from his throat. "If you don't call the bird off," he said, carefully gauging her reaction while listening to that quickly descending avian, "I'll tear it asunder. I'll return it to you without a head or wings, roasted on a spit, savagely devoured. Does that sound pleasing to you?" Now he turned his face full towards the sky. The blur was coming quickly. He doubted that, even if she did call it off, it'd be able to stop itself now. |
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| Raya Clearwood | Jun 16 2009, 09:06 PM Post #18 |
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She tensed as his fingers trailed, not quite masking the shiver that ran down her flesh. Her eyes glaring, but panic seemed not far behind. This was not how she had envisioned it... the end. "Common swine." She breathed, as the weight of the scythen bore down once more, adding a not so gentle reminder to her predicament. There had to be something she had missed. Something she could do to turn the tables... something, that wasn't what he wanted. Then it was her turn to cock a brow as she looked at him, until she realized what he was referring to. The wind flitted around them, casting the many tendrils that had fallen loose of her braids to whirl about. Her heart picked up a beat, as she watched her only companion, her only living memory, plummet towards them. Was that her something? Orion's vexed voice reached her ears, as she watched Kana closing the distance between them faster and faster. Her jaw tightened but her eyes never left the sky. She was a remarkably agile creature, he had no idea of her capabilities, but she could not risk it. No matter how absurd his statement was, for she would certainly destroy him the minuted he let her up, she would not risk the birds harm. She would not be responsible for its death, too. "KANA STOP!" She yelled savagely, her vehemence back and bursting with fury. The scowl that creased her face as ambiguous as her person. It was to the point where she could barely take it anymore, where the only thing she could do was scream angrily skyward. But she didn't, she wouldn't. In uncanny grace, the avian twisted and spread its wings, catching its fall just out of Orion's reach, and thrusting down powerfully pulled itself away from the two. It circled around them, uncertain of its orders. "Leave!" Raya snarled. She had never addressed the bird so harshly, but her command was obvious- "Leave, leave and don't come back-ever". She did not want Kana to witness what was likely to happen. Raya wouldn't be able to bear it with that constant of a reminder. The bird circled one last time, its black orbs searching, and then took off into the orange-rose horizon. Something about the scene, or perhaps the finality in it all, made her realize now how she had not been as alone as she had always thought. That Kana's presence had someone staunched a large hole she hadn't been aware of before. How now, everything seemed truly hopeless, like there was no way out of this but by his way, no matter how hard she didn't want to accept it. She turned her bright blue eyes back to Orion, gazing lividly up through the dancing honey tendrils, a calm dignity drenching her voice, "So what are you waiting for." Edited by Raya Clearwood, Jun 16 2009, 09:11 PM.
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| Orion de Lacey | Jun 19 2009, 07:39 PM Post #19 |
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Orion's eyes glanced heavenward, watching as the bird swooped out of her dive to return to the air. He also noted, with smug satisfaction, that it was being called off completely, taking wing into the dusking sun. He watched it go for a moment, before the woman's words pierced through his skull. He laughed, shaking his head. "I don't rape women, girl. Perhaps steal a kiss or two, maybe a grab here and there, but never rape them. I don't take pleasure from the tortured screams of women while having sex with them. It's the women who give into me that I like the most, and I think you may be one of them." He paused, gauging her reaction. Whether she agreed with him or not, he knew that there was something there. He continued: "Deny it all you please, but your body betrays you. I felt the shudder that moved down your very spine. Tell me, dearest, is there not something there, something minute, but something still? I promise I won't bite... Too hard." Any anger that had been present upon his countenace had vanished, leaving behind someone who portrayed 'sweet' in a sickening way. But manipulation and charm were two of his core attributes, and if he wanted something, Orion would get it. "It's the perfect time of day," the fighter purred into her ear. "We're alone. Wouldn't you want to finally share something with someone exactly like you? Someone who is cynical, deranged, someone who is full of all the things you are not, or wish to be? You don't give into physical contact very often - I can tell, based on who you are and how you react. Why not let your defenses down? Just once." Voice soft and sweet, it was so unlike him. And yet, at the same time, it was exactly like him. Orion waited patiently. If she outright refused him he would probably kill her - in fact, he was certain of it, no longer having a use for her - but if she didn't... Well, she might just live to see the dawn. |
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| Raya Clearwood | Jun 26 2009, 01:53 PM Post #20 |
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Raya listened to him. For once she was not preparing her rebuttal the moment words were off his lips, but taking them all in and digesting each part of their function. She had underestimated him, his capabilities, in her confidence. She had only seen the advantages of the physical, and never gave thought to what could transpire in a careless blunder. Had never factored its occurrence. Had never imagined a foe quite like this, like him. It was imperative not to look away from his accusation, least give him more fuel for the steady fire he had begun to start; gently blowing his smooth, alluring, caressing even, words into her ears to ignite a tainted spark in her mind. That sparks ignition would end her if she weren't careful. Raya starred hard into each of his pools. They worked a nasty smoldering sensation into her own, and she was not accustomed to these games. It took all she had not to break gaze with him, but in the end she could not stand it and turned to the setting sun angrily. He was right after all. There was something. What is was she couldn't comprehend, or perhaps she was trying not to, as preposterous as it was. To think how much she had wished for death all this time, and it had been just within her reach- fair and square, then only to be brutally ripped from her sights to the point where even she no longer wanted it. Now, now she had no choice, the gig was up. She had been given options and death was no long part of them for her. She turned back to his bloodied countenance, and suddenly began to form a plan. "A shudder yes, but one can also shudder in disgust..." She said, evenly vexed as she watched Orion dangle her life above her. 'Damn promises to hell' she though savagely, she did not want to give him anything. He was pissing her off with how much he was so confident about his observations of her character, but in a weird way, she liked it. "Just like... me?" She said gently, looking at him, her voice taking up a softer note. Her face was softening out its scowl, and she appeared to suddenly be melting into Orion's wishes with only the faintest trace of reserve. A trace his lips could easily shatter. |
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| Orion de Lacey | Jun 30 2009, 09:46 AM Post #21 |
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Women were such fickle creatures. Her swift change in demeanour was a cause for internal wariness for the psychopath, for he now knew better than to let her up. Had his words actually penetrated into the recesses of her cold, dead heart? Had he actually lit the spark within, the tiny, flickering thing that everyone had thought all but dead? Indeed, that everyone had but that many chose to suppress until it was thought all but dead? The smouldering of her eyes seemed to say so, yet he didn't trust her in any way, shape, or form. It was a good thing, then, that Orion had strength over her, for so long as he kept her beneath him, he could scope out what he could and couldn't do, what would earn him a slap to the face as opposed to an (unconscious) sexual response. "Your eyes say you shudder otherwise. How long are you going to keep lying to me - and yourself - before you finally give in? Hmmm? I guess we'll have to see. You're a terrible liar, you know." Orion leaned forward. The wind around his body began to die, becoming a faint breeze that swirled around him, joining and mingling with that of the plains. His brunette hair fell in front of his eyes, the longest strands tickling against her neck and her collarbone. His lips connected with her jaw, just below her ear, and continued to trace downward, passing along the line of her jaw, to her chin, and then down to her throat, moving from the centre along to her collarbone. The kisses continued back in the opposite direction, but instead of moving on to her ear when he reached her chin, Orion's lips met with hers. He half expected violence to break out any minute - perhaps an eye tooth through his lower lip, or for her to nip at him in some other way, since she currently lacked the use of her hands - and despite this, continued with the act. His lips were soft, his kisses lacking all the violence he had previously shown her. It wasn't that Orion had softened - it wasn't that at all - but that, as he lost himself in feelings and sensations, he lost the need to be reckless and destructive. For now, at least. His breathing had become slightly heavier. "Are you ever going to give in?" |
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| Raya Clearwood | Jul 22 2009, 04:52 PM Post #22 |
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Her fingers flexed agitatedly. They had taken up a tingling due to the blood loss from being held above her heart. It was certainly a twist of fate that she should be so utterly helpless now, lying beneath him... defeated. She shrugged away from the word like it was a rabid animal. No way in hell was she going to admit that, yet. But then, when was the last time fate had ever dealt a kind hand? She could not recall, nor could she confirm the last time someone had called out her words as a lie, and a terrible one at that. True enough, the cards were in his hand, for now. "And what would you, possibly know? ....Tell me, do you threaten all women you wish to swoon with death, or am I an exception?" She scoffed lightly. His tantrum with her avian counter had ended, and its last lingerings were dismissed as the wind he was somehow connected to, dissipated. His lengthy tendrils falling in just the perfect manner, that their tips brushed her skin in just the right fashion, for a reaction he was sure to pick up on instantly. It was an unplanned effect, but enough to cause her skin to rise and her heart's palpitations to increase. As his lips collided once more with her skin, her frame grew ridged and she tried to pull away by habit. A sound escaped her lips, falling somewhere between protest and shock. As his lips moved sultrily down her flesh however, Raya was caught in a tense frame for quite different reasons. The sensations running through her body were so foreign, she didn't know how to comprehend them. He had been right about that, dead on in fact. She never gave in to physical contact, unless it was her fist to bone and flesh or some other violent cobination. Her breath was caught in her chest, as he made his way back up to her chin. Her gaze though livid, was starting to betray her uncertainty, and when his lips met her's instead of moving up her jaw, she let him linger. His lips were a soft symphony begging her to come enjoy the tune he was playing, quite the twist from the hostile words they had been passing moments earlier. She knew not to trust him, a man who flipped so smoothly between blood lust, and lust. Knew he might kill her regardless, but it was a charm only this deranged man could bring, she was sure, to make her start fathoming the continuance of such sensations. It was this sudden want of his touch, that made her pull away and cast her visage away from him, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath him and the scyth. It was obvious by her countenance, that it had not been out of anger. And though she was not one to know fear or embarrassment, something was lighting her stomach. At his words, she closed her eyes as she tried to get a grip on her senses. She tried to respond but could not find her voice, her heart racing so loudly she could not catch her own thoughts. "N-n,never........." Was all she could manage. Even in her almost inaudible stumbling voice, they both knew it was hardly true... especially when she refused to look at him. |
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| Orion de Lacey | Jul 24 2009, 12:35 PM Post #23 |
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"I threaten everyone, regardless of whether I want them or not. You are no exception to the rule, though I know you'd like to think you are." When she pulled away from him, he regarded her a moment, searching her face for signs of anger or hatred. Most, if not all, of those feelings that she had previously possessed had vanished, leaving behind uncertainty, perhaps fear even, and the beginnings of a smouldering lust. Orion easily encompassed all seven of the Cardinal Sins, although some more than others. He was delighted by her reactions, by the way he could make her feel in ways that she normally didn't. Coming to the conclusion that, without weapons, he might just be able to overpower her, he cast aside the head of his weapon carelessly, listened to it make the dull thud in the grass. They were completely alone, in a secluded place, surrounded by tall grass, and he liked that. Deciding that now was the time to start pushing limits until he could break her, Orion's one hand slipped down to tug at her shirt, lifting it until it reached just above the edge of her ribcage. His fingers, caressing softly, ran along the curve of her waist, up and down, each time brushing against the lip of her pants. At one point he tugged gently on them before resuming his previous action. His eyes never left her face. "I think you're lying," he muttered, leaning forward until their noses were pressed together. It was a bit of a stretch, with his left hand holding her arms while his right caressed, but it was worth it, if he could get exactly what he wanted the way he wanted it. "In fact, I think you'll come to see things the way I do, and enjoy them the way I do. It'll just take a bit..." he trailed off as he leaned closer, taking her lower lip between his teeth. Orion released it a moment later, to be replaced by his tongue, pressing against those same lips before her forcefully pushed it between them, into her mouth. The gesture lasted only a moment before he withdrew, pulling his head back. His hand, which had been touching her side, had stopped, to grip her waist in a vice. He grinned. "Or will it? Give in to me and I'll give you an evening you'll never forget. You'll beg to see me again, and I'll make you beg for more. You'll cry in your sleep for the one who took your virtue." The last sentence was murmured as he leaned closer. "Give into me. I know you want to. Follow your heart, not your head, and you'll enjoy this a lot more." Orion, of course, would not remember this night - it would be like any other night for him, not exceptional, but also not entirely boring, either. As far as he could tell, she'd never given into a man before, which meant she was fresh meat. And the hunter in him wanted it, and wanted it bad. |
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| Raya Clearwood | Jul 28 2009, 11:06 PM Post #24 |
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Even in his velvety seductive voice, he taunted her. All while looking at her with a superior expression- as if he was so sure of her reaction. She hated him for it. How she pained to send her fist sailing into the mouth that was twisting her world. If she were given the chance --when she got the chance-- she would make damn sure to break his jaw in at least five different places. Taking extreme joy in every sickeningly-sweet crack. It was the thud and the sudden release of pressure on her chest, that caused her to turn back to face him. Her orbs shot to the discarded scythe head momentarily before darting back to his face suspiciously. While part of her wanted to smile at his foolishness, it was impossible. His expression was so jeeringly over-confident, it only added insult to injury. Her jaw flexed visibly. She had such a caprice nature, one would have to be relatively insane to keep up. She was about to start arguing, when she felt the fabric of her halter rise up, bunching just beneath her chest and exposing an alarming amount of skin. She felt the winds of the plains brush across her exposed torso before his fingers made contact. His fingertips ran over her flesh softly, but she could feel the calloused, worked hands of a fighter. Her skin was warm, and as he traced up and then down, he could feel the curve and taught skin of her toned form. The rise and fall of her faltered breathing as he teased the seam of her pants. He drew close, penetrating her personal space further, she did not look away. Her lip had been viced between his teeth only moments, before his smooth wet tongue found solace briefly between her own, dashing across her tongue before escaping as quickly as it had come. She had no time to react, before he pulled back, grinning. "Give in to me...." His voice purred. Her chest had picked up a steady rhythm, and it took her a moment as his words sunk in. And then something dawned on her, before a sudden smile curved her lips. The whole time he had been talking, he had not relinquished his hold. She raised her head up towards his lowered face, straining slightly to bring her lips as close to his ear as she could manage. Her voice was low, acidic... "I want to see your insides spilled, warm between my hands.... red is a good color on you...." With that she twisted slightly, drawing her tongue up his cheek slowly. Her breath was warm as she turned back to his ear, this time her voice hushed, yet it held a lusting confident air, "...How bad, do you want it?" Edited by Raya Clearwood, Jul 28 2009, 11:33 PM.
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| Orion de Lacey | Jul 29 2009, 11:46 AM Post #25 |
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He didn't dare release his hold on her arms, tightening it, in fact, as she spoke her other desires, the desires that he had thought vanished. Of course, he could never truly trust her as if one let go of the leash they were holding, the dog was sure to runaway, even if it loved its owner - she was sure to runaway too or, in this case, was liable to try and kill him, and he wasn't terribly interested in being slaughtered because he'd let his libido take control. A shudder rippled through his entire body as he felt her tongue against his cheek; he leaned instinctively into the gesture, eyes glancing up at the heavens for a moment, a silent prayer sent to some sort of god, one that didn't already hate him, begging that she give him what he wanted. It was funny how, as his mind became enveloped in the delightful and intoxicating feeling of pleasure, that his concussion, which had pounded only minutes before, was now a dull thud pushed to the back of his mind. Like most injuries, whether large or small, external or internal, the pain seemed to ebb when... certain thoughts... passed through the mind. Even Orion's hand had stopped aching, though it did continue to bleed. His eyes stared off across the grass, taking note of her words, mildly amused. She was a curious thing, drifting between vengeance and lust, but that only made this encounter all the more exciting. "I know it is," he replied softly, the same arrogant grin upon his lips. "I often bathe in it, if you know what I mean. I don't think you're in a position to be declaring such desires, though. Because I think you know the consequences. And if you don't... I suppose I'll have to demonstrate, now won't I?" Orion's free hand came up, to trace down the length of her neck, temporarily abandoning her waist. His mismatched eyes glanced down at her chest; she wasn't the bustiest woman he'd ever seen, but she was a blonde, and he rather liked blondes - they were a nice change from brunettes, who shared his own hair colour, and not as frustrating as redheads. It took everything he had to simply not grope her. At the moment, as he continued to straddle her, the last thing the psychopath wanted was to incite her anger, and lose his opportunity to finally let go of some of the tension in his body. "I think you can answer that for yourself," he whispered quietly, knowing that she wasn't stupid. His words alone could have told her exactly how he felt, forgetting the physical signs that one usually experienced, such as an increased heartrate, a certain twitchiness to one's movements as they fumbled to get things right. Orion wasn't sure how much more he could try to entice her, as sweet talking her wasn't exactly giving him what he wanted, and he was becoming mildly agitated with the entire situation. It was a step closer, but it wasn't enough. The fighter leaned forward, his cheek brushing against hers, to take the lobe of her ear in his mouth. He nibbled it for a moment, seeming almost thoughtful, before he lifted his head. Without any warning at all, Orion locked lips with the woman beneath him and unlike before, he didn't pull away. It was a last ditch effort, in the hopes of igniting the fire that he knew was there, within the very depths of her cold stone heart. If she didn't give in now, she wouldn't be alive to finish watching the sun set. |
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