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| Raya Clearwood | Jul 29 2009, 02:49 PM Post #26 |
 
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Raya felt the shudder run down his form, and a smile twisted her lips as a pleased chuckle escaped her mouth like the first onset of rain; soft and foreshadowing a storm. She figured he wouldn't let her go after her contemptuous comment, and when his grip oh her hands strengthened, it only was cause to twist her smile even more. She was elated at his reaction, and it evoked a haughty nature she was sure to manipulate his lust with further. She wasn't one to play games commonly, but this was much more gratifying then she could have fathomed. Her eyes lit up with a taunting light, as one brow rose mockingly, challenging him to do something in consequence for her tongue. But she knew, by the blood pumping in his body, and his flippant personality, too many more words without equivalent action, was going to cost her, her life being the most likely. As his hand trailed down her neck, she breathed in deep, raising her chest higher and then let it sink back down as she watched his gaze. As he turned back to answer her, she slide her pink tongue slowly along her full, inviting bottom lip, taking up some of the smeared blood he had left the first time he had gripped her maw. It was the copper-metallic taste she yearned for, because it was his, and that, was a taste she could likely never get enough of. Something about the desire to kill him, triggering an actual lust. She arched slightly as he played with her ear, her malicious, enticing laugh trinkling out of her like soft chimes. A saucy remark surfacing, "Then sho-..." Her words were cut off, as his mouth collided with her's once again. She could feel his hot breath in her mouth. At first, she was still on the verge of resisting, her lips void of movement, letting him have his way with her. It appeared as if she would wait till he was finished, refraining abstinent from his call, a trick? Suddenly, her lips were moving against his, with and against viciously, a passion running the course of her veins, and burning where her skin touched his. Her arms strained against his hold as she wanted nothing but to grip handfuls of his brunette locks savagely. When his hold did not falter she strained harder, a frustrated growl resonating between the meshing of their lips. It took everything she had to pull back even a fraction from his mouth. Her breathing came in ragged panting, her eyes never leaving his lips. "Give.....me....my......hands..." she whispered whispered venomously. Edited by Raya Clearwood, Jul 29 2009, 02:53 PM.
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| Orion de Lacey | Jul 29 2009, 03:58 PM Post #27 |
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If Orion's eyes had been open, they would have widened at her sudden and overwhelming response to his movements. As it was, his eyelids fluttered and he found himself becoming lost in sensations that excited every single nerve along his body, made every single inch of flesh twitch and shudder when touched. He gasped when he heard the growl and was frozen for a moment when she pulled away, gasping for air, demanding that he give her her hands back. He was very much tempted to deny her her request, but the thought of having her touch and grope and hold him simply became too much. Without really thinking it through, he released her hands and wriggled both his arms around her so that they were beneath her. Orion shifted his body so that she could partially sit up and, as his mouth moved to hers again, he feverishly tried to pull her shirt up, fumbling. It was funny how, in the throes of passion, one's coordination became nearly non-existent due to the haste with which they moved to throw everything off. In any case, he knew he'd never forget this night, as much as he had first thought he would. Their reactions to one another were simply too similar. "For informational purposes," he managed to gasp, drawing away for the duration of a heartbeat, "the name's Orion. De Lacey." And then he was back at it. When Orion awoke, it was to a sun half-risen in a blue sky. He blinked owlishly, his head throbbing, the concussion having made a comeback, reminding him that it wasn't fully gone. The rest of his body ached too, covered in bruises and various bloody marks. The gods only knew how he'd acquired half of them. He suppressed a groan and slowly unwound his arms around from the woman who laid beside him. He stared at her for a long moment, following her curves with his eyes, the intoxication of the night leaving him nearly inebriated, but not quite. It had been delightfully satisfying to have her react in similar ways that he did, to have the same sort of violent need and urge to satsify a deep hunger. He sighed, smiled briefly, and sat up more, running his fingers through her blonde hair and, unable to resist the urge, kissing from her shoulder to her hip, before scanning the grass around him. Somewhere around here he'd tossed every single article of clothing he possessed, and further from that, his scythe and its secondary head. Slowly he extricated himself from her, albeit a little longingly, and stood. Orion waded through the tall grasses until he'd found everything, and with ease slipped it all on, finally straightening only when he'd hooked the one head to the chain at his waist and had strapped the blade itself to his back. He scanned the Aeril plains for a moment before he turned back, to watch Raya. All the bloodlust, all of the hatred that had been inside him had fled, now that his needs had been satisfied. That wasn't to say that the psychopath wasn't absolved of all his deeds, but that, in the coming days, a few more lives may just be spared. All around it had been a good deal. |
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| Raya Clearwood | Aug 5 2009, 06:29 PM Post #28 |
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"The name's Orion. De Lacey..." It was the moment he gave her the freedom to move her upper torso, that the blood reunited with her phalanges, and her fist collided with his jaw. Sparing no time, she thrust him to the ground wrapping her arms around his head and gripping fist fulls of dark tendrils, crushing her lips and body against him savagely. "I'll make sure they carve it into your gravestone..." She breathed fiercely. The night had been a myriad of motions and sounds, under a sky that pulsed with the same passionate colors as the two beneath it. It would have been a most bizarre phenomenon, had they been in any other state. As it were however, they had been so intoxicated with one another, that mere lights in the sky were of a trivial matter entirely. She awoke to the new day, as he proceeded to run his fingers though her hair. He followed by a trail of kisses- each one reminding her of scenes from the previous night. She smiled to herself, relishing in his touch, but did not open her eyes. She heard him wading in the grasses, relocating his lost possessions and finding his discarded clothing, and it was only after he had left her immediate side, she peeled back her lids, blinking in the absurdly bright and warm rays. She laid there silently, watching him dress, drinking in all the curved, toned areas of his body she had explored only hours ago. Slowly, she sat up. She had planned so many things upon the release of her hands, except for the one she had carried out. Sitting there now, stripped of everything, she felt like a child just born into the world- and just as vulnerable. In an ideal world, she would have loved to lay there, smile at him and rub the sleep from her eyes with a soft chuckle, but these were not such times, and he... Her hair had fallen loose completely during the night, and now gently blew to her side. The long, soft tendrils slightly waved from being suspended in braids so long. Looking back at her, as he did now, she looked much- softer. However, where he was now contented and calm, her eyes seemed to be drained but for a moment, before the icy front was back in place. She had planned to sneak off into the dawning sun, leaving him as he was. Somehow, she had been lulled to sleep, and as much as she hated to admit it, she had felt safe. No nightmares of the past, nothing- just deep, dark, sleep. Safe, in the arms of a psychopath. What irony. She was all too aware of her position. He could cut her down now, if he wanted to, though gazing steadily back into his pools, it was odd how she could tell he wasn't going to. She wasn't sure if it was that fact alone, or the growing guilt in her stomach that provoked her anger, but the later seemed more liable. She smiled at him seductively as she pulled herself from the ground. Sauntering over to him, she ran a hand through her silky tendrils nonchalantly. She looked at the weapon fastened to his back, raising a brow mockingly. "My, it certainly is large... once you connect the head to the shaft..." "Leaving so soon?" She asked sultrily, leaning in and taking his lip between her teeth gently, before letting it fall back into place and kissing him softly. She leaned back smiling, trailing her fingers down his left temple. It was clear to him she was inviting him to round two, but before he could answer, she pulled her right arm back suddenly and swung it violently towards the area her fingers had been caressing. She knew she'd only get one chance at knocking him out, if she failed she was sure to taste his blade. Her hit had to be just right, and she was relying entirely on his previous wounds to aid her- she highly doubted this would work on his stubborn pig-headed self had he not suffered a head injury previously. Jumping back lightly, she stared at him cautiously. By some higher power she had managed to deliver the blow successfully. Orion teetered a moment before his eyes rolled into the back of his head, a second later he collapsed. Raya let out a sigh of relief. She wasn't sure how much time she had gained so she set to work immediately finding her own possessions and redressing. Refastening the last belt, she twisted the blade expertly and sheathed it all in one motion. Tying her hair off to the side she looked around once more to make sure everything was in place. It took her a moment to realize what was missing. Wading back into the grass, she scooped down to pick up an old piece of cloth. Her thumb grazed it affectionately, before she stuffed it back into the folds of her black tunic roughly. Her demeanor clearly peak with fresh anger. She strode over to where Orion lay unconscious, and looked him over again. A malicious smile suddenly broke her lips, and she rolled him off his side onto his back. Straddling him she leaned in close, "Why how very rude of me... Sir De Lacey, I do not believe I've given you my name..." With a grin that grew wider yet, if not more wicked, she gingerly withdrew a dagger from her boot and flipped it a few times contemplating, before slicing his half shirt up he middle. If that alone was to infuriate him, her next move was sure to raise hell. Revealing his bare chest, she ran her hand over it a moment, before setting the blade to flesh and dragging it down two and a half inches. She sat back to admire her handiwork. Over Orion's left breast the name Raya had been carved--just close enough to his heart to remind him when he awoke, how close his life had come to ending. A nice payback she thought, for dangling her's above with his scyth. She stood, stretching above him casually, before stepping over him. "I'll be coming for your life next we meet...." With one last glance back she turned into the sun with a genuine smile on her face, and began her trek across the plains before he could retaliate upon waking. Edited by Raya Clearwood, Aug 6 2009, 03:31 AM.
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| Orion de Lacey | Aug 7 2009, 02:31 PM Post #29 |
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As he watched the dawning morning with a sense of contentedness that only came with wish-fulfillment, Orion absently massaged his jaw where she'd punched it. It ached something fierce and was probably heavily bruised, but not broken, and that was probably a good thing. He glanced back as he heard her rustling in the grass, and watched her naked form move towards him, the seductress was she. He felt a shiver run up his spine as she first pulled her hands through her hair, then spoke, and a grin split across his face, his eyes narrowing like that of a creature's on the hunt. The fighter seemed to size her up again, his eyes hungrily roaming across her bare form. He might have answered her question if not for the fact that she took his lip between her teeth. Orion found himself leaning in, his hands reaching up to run along her upper arms. She would start this, after he'd just gotten dressed... What a pity, having to take it all off again. And then everything went black. Orion's head cracked to the side as her fist met his temple. He staggered for a moment before all of his mental faculties shut down and he collapsed, a heap on the groud, completely unconscious. It was short and easy work for her to make the engraving in his chest. By the time he came to, she was long gone. A groan issued from Orion's lips as his eyes fluttered open. Immediately he wished he hadn't opened them at all and promptly closed them. If the concussion had given him a headache, her punch to his temple had left him with a splitting migraine that made the midday sun damn near blinding and the sound of the wind excruciatingly painful. He might have dwelled on those thoughts, of how impossible it was going to be to get anywhere now, when he felt something oddly warm and wet on his chest. Reaching with a hand that seemed half paralyzed, it flopped on his chest until he felt his shirt. Why on earth was it higher than it should have been? And... He felt his flesh. Suddenly the psychopath's eyes shot open again and he swore aloud as he sat up. It was difficult to read, taking a minute or more for him to comprehend it, but when he did, he was more than furious. "That bitch!" he shouted, glaring at her name: Raya. Why on earth had she carved it into his flesh? Was she crazy? Insane? Stupid? Swearing up a storm, he yanked down the remainder of his shirt and pressed his hand to the bloody wound. If she'd only knocked him out he could have forgiven her - it had happened plenty of times, with plenty of pissed off women, but to have her carve her name into his chest had taken it much too far. Stomping and staggering through the grass despite the pain it sent pulsing through his aching skull and his aching body, he walked towards the temple in the distance, one different from the one he'd just escaped from. Surely someone there would be competent enough to deal with this wound - and all the others, he reminded himself, the ones that had come before and during their little... bonding time. Orion used his free hand in a poor attempt to shield his eyes from the blinding sun, all the while cursing her with every single curse word, hex word, and vile word he knew. You had best pray we never meet again, Raya, because if we do... You'll have more than my name carved into your body. I'll carve you into little pieces and, while you're watching, I'll make sure to spell my name using pieces of your body. We'll see then who has the last laugh. |
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