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| Mirix | Jul 20 2009, 05:44 PM Post #1 |
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“So this is where you’ve decided to run off to…” New to the city of Eldahar and to the land of Soare in general, Mirix spent a good amount of time exploring during the daylight hours. Now it was half past midnight and the city was silent and calm save for the patrolling guards and very soft footsteps of the demon running and jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Mirix hadn’t done anything particularly evil and instead simply observed the people and their ways of life. They were a boring lot from what he gathered and he couldn’t understand why his brother would immerse himself with them if he wasn’t going to treat them like the cattle that they were. He stopped while on the roof of one of the buildings, his nose twitching as he sniffed at the air, something causing him to purr in his throat. An alluring scent drew his attention and he moved from his previous path to sniff along the building’s precipice. The demon purred as his eyelids lowered in a dreamy fashion, tongue darting from his mouth to run hungrily over his lips. The scent was familiar, but one he hadn’t smelled in some time. Without pretense he crawled over the roof side, moving along the outside wall like a spider, letting his nose lead him as he found an opened second story window. He peered inside, taking note of the interior and the one within it; a bedroom, the occupant fast asleep within a small bed, blissfully unaware of the creature that was watching and the evil intent they had in mind. Easily he slipped inside, continuing to keep close to the ground as he moved forward, eventually begging to crawl slowly up the foot of the sleeping child’s bed. His movements were ginger, the pressure that was being put upon the blankets and mattress gradual as to not wake the child from her peaceful slumber. The demon’s eyes were unblinking and glowing silver, trained upon the girl’s visage. Within a few moments and he was directly on top of her, looking down his arm’s length upon her face, watching as she began to exhaling misty breaths. Carefully he took a hand and quite gently stroked her cheek, his eternal grin widening at how she stirred ever so slightly, moving towards his touch. Leaning forward, he took a whiff of her, deeply inhaling that essence that wafted from her and drew him to her. Purity. He shuddered, eyes rolling back for a long moment as the ecstatic feeling rolled through him. When it passed and he had regained himself, his eyes softened to her. So young, so inexperienced… how delicious. The demon leaned forward, nudging the edge of her blankets away from her face and throat, amused at how nicely her loving parents had tucked her in. With the blanket out of the way, she was exposed to him, dressed only in her petite baby blue nightgown. He was nearly salivating as he watched her, teasing his own desires and impulses until he could take it no longer. Like a viper he struck fast and hard, his various fangs sinking into the child’s tender throat only to viciously pull away, her trachea and much of the flesh before her spine caught in his mouth. The crimson spray that splattered against his face only further amplified the euphoric experience of the meat sliding down his throat. After the first bite was thoroughly downed, he once more gazed upon the girl’s pretty face. He licked his lips before smiling; very much pleased to see that she was still as silent and pristine as when he first spied her, albeit now speckled with a copious amount of red. He took his time with his meal, savoring the soft, tender flesh and metaphysical property within it that had initially drew him there. When he was completely finished, the bed was a bloody mess. Covers were strewn all over, tinged red and what was left of the girl was merely a ravaged carcass; bloodied bones with only ragged scraps of meat left on them. Mirix had left the girl’s head untouched, still with that peaceful expression she had while sleeping. Stepping back from his handiwork, he licked his fingers clean before glancing up to spy the girl’s now deceased soul lingering, preparing to perhaps travel to a peaceful afterlife. He had other plans in mind for that one however and flicked his wrist upwards. Chains of fire shot up from the ground almost instantly, ensnaring the suddenly struggling spirit of the child before just as quickly retreating back into the floor to deliver her to her new eternal resting place. He laughed quietly to himself, kind of wishing that her parents were here to witness it, though it was an event that those not in tuned with the dead would be blind to. With his desires sated, for the time being anyway, the demon retreated back through the window. Easily he walked down the wall to the ground and sighed happily at the feeling of his stomach being full. He was still covered in the small child’s internal fluids, but either wasn’t aware of this, or didn’t care. Mirix wasn’t at all sure of what to do now however and after walking out to the middle of the street; his eyes scanned the surrounding area, looking for something of interest. |
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| Gallica | Jul 23 2009, 06:12 PM Post #2 |
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No sound had emanated from above where the window hovered, so no one had the ability to be skeptical of what was going on there. The only proof remained on the body of the killer in the form of large blotches of fresh blood. It would be quite acceptable and normal for one to see the demon, subtly lit by the surrounding lanterns, and flee for their safety, but unfortunately, she ...was not normal, by any means. Getting from point A to point B was never just a journey. One's life could be turned up-side down in a second, and so many seconds were included in traveling. Not to mention, on foot, there were so many things to stop and see, or so many things that were capable of finding you, that it never really was just a journey. She had long accepted this, so when the demonic figure emerged, she wasn't jarred by his appearance. Standing on the corner, just about to cross to the other side, instead she saw the blood and, without a brain-to-body filter, was changing her course, directly headed to the stranger in an energetic sprint. "Internal bleeding?" she asked, bright-eyed, as she landed before him and aggressively began to examine him, lifting one arm, then the next, poking at his ears, turning his head from side to side. "...No... You don't appear to be wounded." It was all happening so fast, there was little time for a reaction. "Something you ate, then!" her finger shot up towards the heavens, a glistening, painted green nail touching the sky triumphantly. "...No game around here for miles though..." Gallica turned her back on him, scratching her chin as her mind quickly turned over all possibilities. She came to only one conclusion, spinning back around to face him, eyes wide. "YOU ATE A PERSON! GASP! Well, that's not very nice... Can I offer you any antacids?" The girl seemed unphased by his human diet, instead grinning wide and flashing open her long black coat to reveal a vast assortment of pockets inside, all stuffed with medical odds and ends. |
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| Mirix | Jul 23 2009, 09:20 PM Post #3 |
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His arms stretched above his head in a satisfied stretch, lips curled into a feline-like smile that matched the pleased look on his bloodied face. Though Mirix was one to sense when one out of sight was near, he was also one to be blinded by physical sensations. As such, he had no notice of the one approaching him until her voice reached his ears. Being no stranger to being snuck up upon, he didn’t seem in the least surprised, though his arms fell to his sides and he flicked the most casual of contemptuous gazes in the female’s direction. Before he really knew what was going on, she was touching him, poking and prodding in her explorations to find a nonexistent wound. He merely blinked repeatedly; cold eyes following her every move without a word, ears twitching when handled. All of this was accented by the most quiet of involuntary purrs; the demon was always one to appreciate physical contact, even if it was from the pitiful and unworthy. Though the purring died when she released him, he still didn’t offer her a single word as she all but rambled out some nonsense he for the most part tuned out. His eyes narrowed curiously as he caught a whiff of her scent, noticing a very familiar, albeit faint demonic smell amidst what was most certainly a completely human shell. Mirix’s attention returned to the female just as she whirled around with wide eyes, her sudden motion causing his lips to pull back in a slight reactionary snarl. He couldn’t keep this look up though and it quickly melted as he cracked a smile at her exclamation; particularly the literal speaking of the word “gasp”. That alone seemed to break the ice a bit and the cold wall he had put up before crumbled to the ground. “Antacids?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow, head tilting so far to the left that it might as well been horizontal. “I have no need for antacids.” He told her, correcting himself and taking a half step towards her. Sniffing the air, he leaned forward towards her opened coat, peering at all she had stashed within, carefully picking between the various scents that invaded his nostrils. “Mmmhmm!” He hummed, grinning as a hand shot forward and grabbed at a bottle of pills before snatching it back and shaking it lightly. “But these’ll do nicely.” He grinned at her, snickering while his eyes flashed silver. |
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| Gallica | Jul 29 2009, 09:39 PM Post #4 |
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She tilted her head horizontally when he did, mimicking him for no sensible reason. His step towards her didn't provoke her to change any part of her position, still holding out her inventory for him to check out. However, she perked when his hand darted out, biting down on her lower lip, eyes closing into a severe squint. "Little to tha left, please." No dice. His hand recoiled quickly after he'd picked his poison. Checking the specific empty pocket where it was, she could recognize intimately what he had taken away. Her head lifted from its ninety degree displacement, baring a wide, wolfish grin. The coat fell to a lop-sided closed position. "Yet you are not lacking from any physical ailment... I see, I see..." Gallica side-stepped, taking a place beside the demon, a thin arm reaching up to snag him around his neck and yank him to her height as if initiating in a very important huddle. "Let's find a nice, quiet place away from everyone and get goofy, whaddya say?" She raised a brow speculatively at him, a great amount of new energy and eagerness in her multicolored eyes. She seemed completely void of fear when she otherwise ought to be scared shitless. He'd just eaten a person, was covered in blood, and now he wanted to loose his mind with drugs, but that pattern seemed to hold some sort of familiarity with her, much more-so than the automatic drones that walked the streets by day, clinging helplessly to routine and safety. "While we're at it..." her voice fell to a quiet whisper, "...I'll give you a crash course on psychotropic chemicals. Maybe your nose can lead you to the better stuff... And consequently-" the volume rose, and she stretched her free arm out to the other side of herself, "...lead me to them!" A giant, toothy happy-face consumed her features. Without another word, Gallica spun about once more, flapping her arms as if they were wings to carry her to that lesser-known place she had spoken of. One arm only stopped flapping when she realized he had the pills now, and so she grabbed him shamelessly by the waist of his pants, yanking him along, humming a jovial melody to herself. Now he'd gotten her excited about it. |
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| Mirix | Jul 30 2009, 08:17 PM Post #5 |
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His eyes followed her movements, watching as she shifted to stand next to him. Her abrupt yanking of him to be huddled next to her also pulled a growl from his throat that was a mixture of being irritated by the suddenness, yet pleased by the physical contact. Mirix glared at her, about to react with force, but reigned himself in once he heard her proposition. He perked up then, brow rising in time with hers. So she understood where he was getting at, eh? Perhaps this human wasn’t as useless as the rest, must be that demonic essence he was sensing from inside the girl. Mirix thought about this for a few moments, gaze falling away from the girl’s face to look at the bottle he was rolling in his palm. She began speaking again and he flicked his eyes back up at her, curiously listening to the proposal. He didn’t respond and simply leaned back up once she spun away from him. An amused grin played upon the demon’s face as he watched her flap her arms. This girl was a nut. “I like that.” He stated plainly, mostly to himself. She wasn’t afraid of him, not that he was truly surprised by that detail. Mirix didn’t actually fancy himself as the scary type. The demon’s eyes flickered with an indescribable look as she grabbed him. Mirix allowed her to pull him a couple steps by the waist before putting up resistance. A clawed hand reached out, grabbing the other by the forearm, paying no mind to the amount of pressure he was applying or whether or not his claws were doing anything more than being uncomfortable against her skin. The demon’s voice was calm and even, but had an evident purr of pleasure aside from his words. “Mmmm, if goofy is all ya wanna get with me, would do ya good to let go of my pants…” Fair warning, he’d give her that at least. Whether she opted to heed it or not was up to her. |
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| Gallica | Jul 31 2009, 02:15 PM Post #6 |
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She hadn't been paying attention to his face, as her own was directed away, attempting to navigate the dark streets. However, the hand clamping down on her wrist did re-direct her eyes and the dead weight holding her down forced her legs to carry her no further. The monster girl turned fully to face the demon, between them, her hand still clutched at the top of the clothing article, the nails digging into her skin provoking a quiet hint of a wince. Otherwise, she took the pain, and like all physical pain dealt to her, turned it into a mad sort of energy, a shard of lightning down her arm that made her muscles pulse in a unwilling lust. This crushing pain was the best. It was the sharper stuff she didn't like, such as her father's scalpels. His warning made her wonder, as she couldn't quite pull enough specifics from it to know exactly what would happen if she didn't let go. Did he just not like being touched? Would he kill her for it? No, the tone of his voice was a little different than that. Was he alluding to rape? Would she fight him if he did try to molest her? She always wondered what that kind of scenario would be like. She'd thought on it so often that she'd planned to go along with it and pretend to enjoy it as much as she could, if only for the shock value, to make the other party wonder if she was the victim, or if they were. Her mind buzzing with so many possibilities, consequences, outcomes, and theories, she'd held onto his pants for far longer than she'd intended to, staring blankly up at him as if someone had pushed an 'off' switch on her. Finally, blood rushed back into her knuckles as her fist opened, releasing her grip, for no other reason than she didn't know what she was dealing with. She had no counter-strategies for if he planned to kill her, and she wasn't a hundred percent sure she wanted to be raped tonight. Maybe later, though. If she asked him to, would it still be rape? No, not really... Maybe if she just randomly stripped down in front of him? That might work. So many maybes... Gallica began to move again at last, turning the direction she'd been going, digging her feet into the ground to trudge on, regardless if he still held her arm in place. Scientifically speaking, his center of gravity combined with the force at which she was pulling, she would at least get him to stumble some. Sure, she was smaller than him, but she'd been able to lift her dad off the ground by age twelve. She'd drag Mirix behind her the whole way if he wanted to let her. "Can I give you a nickname?" she asked behind her shoulder, thinking that she didn't really want to know his real one. Less mystery, more boring, and he'd get to be this person only to her. |
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| Mirix | Jul 31 2009, 08:52 PM Post #7 |
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It wasn’t that Mirix didn’t like to be touched, no, it was actually the exact opposite. The demon loved to be touched and to touch, perhaps even a bit too much. It didn’t matter whether it was a casual, accidental brush of the arm or a punch to the face, the physical contact always sent thrilling electric sensations throughout his nerves. He just liked the feel of skin on skin contact. It was almost an obsession and actually one of the reasons why he enjoyed killing and eating people so much. Besides the fear and the violence that went into it, what the action boiled down to was a transcendence of physical contact in ways that only his complicated mind could really understand and accept; or so he thought. The reason why Mirix needed her not to grab him was because if she didn’t, he likely would have ended up forcing himself upon her. He took her hand’s current location as suggestive, and eventually his imagination would’ve gotten the better of him and he would be unable to resist his impulses. Of course there was nothing to say that he wouldn’t still do that, but for the time being, as she let go of him, he could stave that off for a while longer. Besides, he wanted to make use of the pills, not succumb to carnal urges. Not right this second anyway. She began walking once more with the demon in tow but this time he didn’t offer any resistance, instead just trailing behind her like a child with their mother. The sight was an odd one though considering he was a tad taller than her and she seemed so energetic and happy while he just grinned hungrily while thinking of what was to come. Her question caused him to look down at her as he began paying attention. “Ooooo, nicknames…” He hummed with a small snicker. Mirix didn’t care if she wanted to give him a nickname, he’d run with whatever she wanted to call him. He wasn’t one to feel one way or the other towards what someone referred to him as. “I’ll name you Stripes!” He called, since at the moment he was being slightly distracted by the woman’s locks of alternating color. “For now, at least...” There was a hiss to that added part as he flicked his free claw through the strands of Gallica’s hair and chuckled to himself. |
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| Gallica | Aug 2 2009, 07:22 PM Post #8 |
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She'd said nothing about allowing him to give her a nickname, but as of yet, he'd failed to offend her in any way, not to mention, refusing such a thing to a killer who seemed all too nebulous in the head may not be a wise thing to do. Gallica was abrasive, obnoxious, and reckless, but stupid was not a part of any of her personalities. "Stripes, Stripes..." she repeated, attempting to get a feel for it, so that she may later recognize when he might call to her. "Alright. I'll go with that. Not very creative, but..." Her shoulders rose in a shrug. Back in that swelled mind of hers, she was going down a list of possibilities for him. Finally, as they rounded a corner into a shady-looking area where few would venture, she came to a decision. "Mahes. That's yours," she pronounced it incorrectly, for all the knew, calling him 'maes'. "In the ancient world, this guy was a demon cat, the personification of the deadly heat of summer. Also called 'Lord of the Massacre'." This title was said airily with a happy sigh. They'd reached a dead-end corner, well secluded, beside a beaten-down stable occupied by only one sickly horse who looked like he hadn't been let out in years. Gallica slipped away and crawled onto part of a wooden railing, long since rotted. It bent beneath her, cracking in places. Above, the poor excuse of a roof jutted out a good several feet past where she rested. The moon was the only source of light here, coming down through the holes in the ceiling in faint, glowing streams, painting her figure with even more stripes. "I have a few extra things we could mix the medication with that are capable of giving you a clearer high. Like uppers and downers at the same time without the negation. Gimmie the bottle." The coat she'd been wearing was shrugged off. The clatter of many glass vials all knocking into one another could be heard before she hung the garment up behind her on a rusty nail sticking out. Beneath, she wore a tattered black tank top and cotton pants tucked into a pair of boots two sizes too large. Slung over her waist, waiting patiently at her side, was a small leather pouch about the size of a book. Flicking it open, she fetched a mortar from its depths and raised her legs to set the tool between her feet, holding a hand out to receive back the pills he had taken so that she may work her blood-given magic. "...I dunno, maybe I should just call you 'Boots'... Name of the only cat I ever got the name of," she said off-offhandedly, mostly to herself. |
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| Mirix | Aug 3 2009, 04:16 PM Post #9 |
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It was weird having someone take the lead and drag him off to a dark secluded corner. He didn’t really know how to feel or react to it. Normally if it were he dragging someone off, he’d end up having his way with them before brutally murdering and consuming them. An elongated tongue darted out to run over his lips before the tip was caught between teeth. What if the tables had been turned this time around and this seemingly harmless female was actually a predator and he the prey? A shiver once more ran through him; the thought of being on the receiving end of his usual actions was rather thrilling. Mirix didn’t think himself to be that lucky however. He blinked while listening to her nickname for him and the reasoning behind it. The demon was only marginally interested in the story behind the name as he had a habit of taking the human account of things with a grain of salt. They were imaginative bunch, but also fairly stupid. Repeat those fairytale stories enough times and they’ll begin believing them as truths. This was the essence of what he thought about what she said. He kept his thoughts to himself though, not really caring one way or the other what the woman truly believed. When they stopped beside the stable, he released Stripes, who quickly slipped away from him. Mirix turned his head to look at the solitary horse, pale eyes flashing silver. It whinnied weakly and stamped anxiously under the corrupter’s stare to which he could only grin in response. He could tell that it was unwell and likely suffering due to its owner’s negligence; poor thing. The demon’s attention was drawn away from the pathetic creature to Stripes as she began speaking. He was intrigued by her idea and his feline ears twitched curiously. When told to hand over the bottle, he tossed it to her, expecting her to catch it with ease. Mirix then moved next to her, resting his hands gently on the railing she was sitting up, applying no extra pressure to the already strained structure. “If that makes you happy.” He told her in reference to her possibly calling him “Boots”, not caring much either way what she referred to him as. Suddenly there was decidedly cattish grin upon his face now and he purred huskily before giving a spot-on rendition of a cat’s ‘meow’ and playfully brushing his head against the side of her thigh. |
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| Gallica | Aug 3 2009, 08:53 PM Post #10 |
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Gallica's hand whipped out like a striking snake, catching the tiny mason's jar which held the psychotropic remedy using only her peripherals. The lid was popped. She took two from it, quickly glanced up at the demon, back down to the container, and pulled out two more. He's crazy enough to get a mega dose. She would thoroughly enjoy getting him more inebriated than herself in order to watch him do his thing. Of course, if he got too violent, she'd scamper off into hiding and watch from there. Either way, it was going to be an entertaining night. With the four tablets resting at the bottom of the mortar, her other hand reached back up over her head to fetch another vial from the depths of her merchant's coat. From it, she pulled a larger vial of a strange purple, leafy herb. This, too was added to the concoction, and finally, a drop of honey. Pestle in hand, she began to grind it all together. When she was finished, she licked the bottom of the stirring utensil clean, swallowing the sweet poison. "Kay! Boots it is!" she beamed, running her tongue over her lips at the flavor. "In addition, I am flattered you care about what makes me happy. My sincerest gratitude towards you, Sir Boots." Gallica stuck her face into the clay bowl and lapped up a bit more before being stopped by a combination of the drugs beginning to kick in and the feel of a man rubbing his head on her leg. For a moment, she blinked down at him, then a dumb smile unfurled over her features. "...Kitteh," she bit on her lower lip gleefully, setting the bowl on her feet once more so that she may scratch at his head. The scratching eventually leaded to her playing with his hair, as the feel of it had gone from just hair to... something wholly unexplainable as her perception began to fall and die. "Rest is yours. You get more. You is bigger than meeee..." |
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| Mirix | Aug 5 2009, 09:58 PM Post #11 |
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Though he was currently nuzzling up against her, he looked up at her face as she mixed and tasted the concoction. His eyes were alight with anticipation, a subtle silver hue around his intense gaze. “Mrow.” He responded playfully as she scratched his head and officially deemed him as “Boots.” He enjoyed the feeling of her scratching him, though this enjoyment was more of a personality trait than an actual physiological response. The demon grinned brightly and laughed a little to himself at her following statement. He didn’t care about her happiness or her gratitude nor did he understand the reasons for either. The only reason he was sticking around was because her appearance and life promised him an altered state a mind. If it weren’t for that fact, her forward and fearless attention would’ve only made her his second victim of the night. Of course whether or not that fate was still a possibility he wasn’t sure, only time could tell. “No, thank you...” He purred at her, offering a friendly smile despite the fact that it was impossible for him to lose that predatory look of his. When she lowered the bowl after tasting it herself, Mirix took the bowl from its place on her feet. “Aw shucks, you shouldn’t have,” the demon replied playfully. He then lifted the bowl to his lips and downed the vast majority of it in two large gulps. When he finished he licked his lips, giving a satisfied ‘mmmmm’ at the taste of it all. Mirix had actually left a little bit of the stuff in the bowl still, just in case, but kept it in hand. ”That wasn’t bad at all!” He proclaimed excitedly, stepping back from the gate after gently placing the cherished bowl on the floor. ”So what shou-“ He stopped mid sentence, freezing completely as he began to feel the effects. The demon began giggling to himself, sounding slightly crazed as his grin widened to stretch from ear to ear. ”Whoa” Was all he managed to say before falling on his back, clawed hands stretched out to either side of him. He stared at the night sky, allowing the various feelings of what he injected to take over. He continued to stare upwards while starting to incessantly rub the back of his hand against the cool ground, Stripes completely forgotten about for a moment. The texture of the solid was beginning to shift into something he was unfamiliar and he blinked as scents, tastes and feelings he could not completely explain began taking over. |
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| Gallica | Aug 6 2009, 05:08 PM Post #12 |
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When he took the mortar, the rest of her body was finally able to relax, doing so to the point of nearly falling off her frail perch. She watched him take almost all of it in from the corner of her eyes, wide as the moon as she seemed so incredibly fascinated by what he was doing. Little did she know that she was tilting back, inch by inch, until her center of gravity was teetering so unstably that she did at last fall. Her reaction time was a few seconds off, as when she met with the ground, she had just begun to grab for the railing. Then the pain set in, and while she did indeed feel it on some level, she didn't on various others, so she would make no sound of physical discomfort, merely staring up at where her companion had been just a second ago, wondering where he ran off to. "BOOOOOOTS! WHERE AAARRREEE YOOOUUU!?" she called, the sick horse a few stalls down whining at the loud, obnoxious noises. When Stripes got back on her feet, she felt fairly invincible. No plank of wood could stop her! So, grabbing it, she performed a hurdle that she most likely could not perform at any other time, landing on the ground on the other side just as it snapped and broke, falling down into three large splinters. She yanked her coat off the rusty nail it hung upon, and meandered over to where she saw the body laying on the ground. There, she spread the article out above his head and laid down to join him in a position where the tops of their heads were touching, splayed out in opposite direction. In some distant way, she could feel the tips of his ears. What a funny extra physical trait, she pondered. "I mixed the pills, which were almost pure diacetylmorphine, with the plant leaves of a Cillacanus stalk," she giggled. "It interacts with the GABA-BZ receptor complex and shares some of the pharmacological properties of the benzodiazepines. Which means... there's a chance you might not remember much." Staring at the sky, she saw colors that didn't really exist. The stars were making shapes, big ugly monsters and faces. "...N-6-trimethyl-2-p-tolyl-imidazo pyridine negative 3-acetamide L plus tartrate... My hand is in another dimension." At this last bit, she shifted her eyes down to the hand that laid flat on the ground, wiggling her fingers. "How's your hand?" Her neck craned up, but all she could see was the very top of his head and the slope of his nose. She could feel his presence, an ability almost anyone could do, but right now he seemed more real than she'd felt before. He made her feel warm and tingly, the combination of drugs and intrigue taking over, soon to dominate her mind completely and take control of her actions. |
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| Mirix | Aug 14 2009, 10:34 PM Post #13 |
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Stripes’ voice sounded as an echo as she called to him and he searched for her with no avail, eyes flicking all around him. His ears swiveled randomly and he threw a hand up in the air, yelling out the first thing that came to mind and the only thing he thought would alert her to his location. “Present!” Limply his arm fell back to its position at his side as he momentarily lost the will to hold it above himself. The resulting thump of the back of his hand hitting the dirt was curious and he blinked, an odd, yet not unpleasant taste generating on the tip of his tongue. The demon smacked his lips and an unconscious hum escaped him before he began continuously rapping his knuckles against the ground. “I can feel tastes!” Mirix didn’t see Stripes move past to lie above him, though he could faintly sense that something was in motion around him. Just as she could feel him when she got settled, he could feel her in turn. The tips of his ears twitched against her, the opposing texture captivating and wondrous. His lips formed a small ‘o’ as sensations that he couldn’t quite describe resulted from his furred ear tips wriggling against her. He heard Stripes’ voice again and his eyes rolled up as far as they could go to try and look at her, but he failed. Instead he simply got a full view of the stars and the haziness began to attribute what he was hearing to be the voice of the celestials. He listened closely though he could not make heads or tails of the meaning of what he was hearing. There was no response he could think of that would make the least bit of sense so he didn’t respond at first, but then Stripes-who-have-become-stars continued with the chemical jargon. The demon went cross-eyed at the technical details and his tongue lolled out his mouth, signaling his mental defeat at attempting to understand. At the mention of his hand, he brought it up before his face and examined it. The crimson claws extended and retracted individually, creating a very interesting sight which also sent tingly vibrations down the length of his arm. “My hand… It raaaaaaages!” He responded matter-of-factly. Just then he drew his arms in to either side of his head and rolled back and up into a handstand. The demon looked up, or rather, down at Stripes before appearing to fall forward onto her. Mirix caught himself though and landed with a heavy thud, half straddling Stripes on his knees. He looks all around himself then, a confused expression on his face, every shake of his head causing the colors of the scenery to blur and blend together. Idly he waved his claw in front of his face, leaving a trail of color that only he could see in its wake, much to his amusement. Finally he looked down at her and tilted his head before offering a toothy grin. “Hewwo.” |
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| Gallica | Aug 15 2009, 03:02 PM Post #14 |
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"You can feel wuh?" even through the affliction of the drugs, she could hear that he was having a good time, because that's the only kind of time you can have on the dose she left him. For a moment, the both of them were lost to each other. She briefly forgot he was there, just as he had her, and the sounds he might have made were chalked up to another unexplainable phenomenon. Meanwhile, she was happily basking in multi-colored starlight, and raised her arms as if expecting to be embraced by it. This was the greatest way in the world to entertain company, truly. Everyone is plenty capable of contently laying down to say nothing for a long time, and no one would be bored. Just then, as she was enjoying her peace, he came alive with the reply to her question of concern, a question she'd already forgotten, to which she could only respond with an affirmative head nod and an, "Ok." It became quickly apparent that someone was invading her personal bubble, the feeling of a body acting as an up-right wall at her head. This discomfort grew exponentially when he landed above her, and though her amazement at the acrobatics was amplified at the moment, she had to admit that was a pretty neat trick. He greeted her with a grin. "Too close," she blinked wide-eyed at him. As she did, the hazel color of her eyes was consumed in a flicker with a rich, leafy green. Her brain commanded her body to move, but it wouldn't listen, only managing to spread her fingers more to find a larger spot of dirt beneath her nails. "Too close, too close! Eep." While she may have been quite casual with him up to this point, she'd never lost the wariness that came with the knowledge that he'd just happily killed another person, and Gallica wanted to keep living. What he could do to her now in this dominating position, well, she'd rather not be here right now. Still... curiously, she tilted her head up at him. It could have been the colors playing on his face now that paralyzed her. |
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| Mirix | Aug 19 2009, 12:15 AM Post #15 |
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She blinked at him and he blinked back, the wide eyed expression migrating from her face to his as soon as he saw it. The green that appeared in her eyes did not go unnoticed. It was actually a lot more interesting than he ever thought a pair of green eyes could be and he found himself staring, thoroughly hypnotized by the splash of color. “Eep." He mimicked her at first, looking like a deer in the headlights as he snapped back to reality, eyes flashing silver for the briefest of instants. “This is not too close,” he assured her gently, cocking his head to the side while studying her features; none of which actually managed to stick inside his memory. Mirix then leaned his face down closer so that the tip of his nose was only a millimeter away from her own. “This… Is too close….” He purred huskily, a dangerous glint appearing in the backs of his eyes. The demon grinned down at the female captive beneath him, fully aware, on some far away mental plane that he could possibly do whatever he wanted to her. Under normal conditions, being so close to another would lead to some carnal or violent act, but at the moment, with what he was feeling and the chemicals coursing through his system; Mirix was a bit less ruled by his primal instincts. Suddenly he retreated from her, pushing himself back to his feet with perhaps too much force. His balance off, the demon stumbled away a step, wide eyed and ultra aware of his immediate surroundings before falling soundly on his butt, a sharp breath coming from his throat. Mirix sat there a moment, feline ears alert and swiveling in opposite directions before he once more, much to his surprise, found himself on his back and staring straight above. He sighed, content, but also slightly bothered by another emotion. Nostalgic images of his past, shared with another ran through his head then. His eyes partially closed as he remembered what he would call the good times. Times like these doing nothing but enjoying everything around him. However such thoughts were an instant mood killer and he refused to be his own killjoy. Before anything more could be rewound and played in his mind’s eye, he stopped it, ushering his thoughts to the present, to Stripes, to his location, to the remainder of what was in that bowl…. Mmm…. “Stripes!” He yelled suddenly, the volume level of his voice much higher than necessary, but only to get her attention before normalizing. ”Let’s go the desert, Stripes!” Mirix was still staring at the sky, but now he wanted to do something else; not bored, but yearning to do something he’d had always fantasized about. “We can make sand people!” |
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| Gallica | Sep 12 2009, 10:32 PM Post #16 |
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She counted the seconds that they awkwardly stared at each other, six, until he echoed her, his eyes visibly lightening for a split second. She caught it, but it was tossed up to the fact that she was on drugs. Maggots could come crawling out his pores and she wouldn't be surprised. When he assured her that his close proximity was not enough to be deemed 'too close', she saw his next move coming, her whole body tending beneath him, a leg shifting upwards to try and guard her nether regions. He swooped in and she froze, nearly going cross-eyed while staring at his nose. No, back then it was too close. Right now, her aura was being molested, and it sent a dirty shiver down her spine. At the same time, the longer he lingered, the less she cared, and would have reached up to continue playing with his hair had he not darted away so quickly. The demon's view of the sky was interrupted as 'Stripes', the nurse currently under the influence of her own medications, came to stand above his head, crossing her arms as she gazed down at him. His form provoked her to tilt her head in consideration and furrow her brows, as if thinking really hard. "Desert? Sand people?" she mused, reaching up to play with a twisted, ratted lock of her hair. "I have nothing against sand people! If anything, you're right! There should be more... BUT!" Gallica lowered herself into a crouch just above him, appearing quite serious about what she's about to say. "How do we get there? We'd have to walk for a while to get some good sand, and once we're there, how are we gonna get back? Also, I am thirsty..." |
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| Mirix | Sep 20 2009, 04:39 PM Post #17 |
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His more feral and lusty impulses momentarily shone through the drug induced haze that was clouding his judgments when he felt her shift beneath him. The action reminded him of many a scene involving him in times past where the first sign of resistance was a simple shift of the legs, a whispered refusal, and a look of fear in the eyes. He shivered pleasantly when he thought of how much he liked it when they fought back. And then he was gone, thoughts immediately shifting elsewhere to things of a completely different nature. His features softened as he stared at the sky following his call for Stripes. His eyelids fell half lidded and his feline ears drooped a bit as the heavenly bodies above started to shift and move to create shapes and objects that clearly weren’t there. When his companion for the evening suddenly appeared in his line of sight, he jumped, eyes flashing to light and ears perking. Memory was a very fickle thing for the demon in this condition; far off things from the past were readily remembered but the simplest of others were easily forgotten. If he wasn’t directly dealing with someone right then and there at that exact second, they didn’t exist. As such, Stripes’ interruption of the starry visual that enraptured his mind was much unexpected. Of course he was never unhappy to see Stripes and the look of surprise on his face quickly morphed into a pleasant, albeit lost smirk. Mirix stared at her as she mused aloud, his eyes automatically going to the movement of her hand playing with one of her locks. “How do we get there?” He repeated, sounding slightly incredulous at the question. “Don’t you live here?” In his mind, since she was kind of, mostly, sort of human, he guessed… She should know where everything in this land was and the quickest way to get there and back. In the end however, that didn’t truly matter as he next statement made him think of something else completely. “Thirsty? No need to worry about that, there is plenty to drink in the desert! Didn’t you know?” Without giving her much time to contemplate the validity of that statement, Mirix shot up into a sitting position, narrowly avoiding knocking heads with her. Immediately he jumped to his feet, staggering a little as the sudden rush of movements went straight to his head. With a quick shake and rub of his temple, the world then returned to the slow spin he had grown accustomed to. Spinning on his heels he faced Stripes and grinned madly. “Come! We must gather supplies!” And with that he was off, bounding off away from the stable and down the street only to smash haphazardly through the front window of a general supply store a minute or two later. |
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| Gallica | Sep 20 2009, 05:30 PM Post #18 |
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She smiled at him when he gave her his best impression of a deer in headlights. She'd given him almost a double dosage of the amount she took herself, so it was no wonder he was acting as if he had the most severe case of ADD in the world. Gallica herself was coasting on a nice, comfortable high, and continued to play with it even as her focus was on him. "Uhm, no... I don't live here," she corrected him. The nurse didn't actually even have a place to call her own, nor had she ever, because she didn't need one. She'd been taught to adapt, and at the moment, her instincts were telling her that the vast, empty desert doesn't sound like too great of a place to be. It went against her better judgment, yet she was still planning on following him, if nothing else than because she had nothing better to do with her time than get lost and maybe die. Just narrowly missing his head when he chose to leap back up, she rose to stand as well, resting a hand on her hip as she listened to his lies of water being plentiful in wastelands and his command to gather supplies. Gallica turned and wobbled back to her coat on the ground and snatched it up, pulling it once more around herself before hurrying after Boots. He was in the process of looting. She wandered in to see what she could find as well, given the chance. She was hardly worried about authority, finding a weird sense of safety in the fact that he was still covered in people-blood and had probably killed someone just before the initial meeting. If anything, he could distract them while she made her escape. "Hmm..." she snatched up a tool belt and hooked it around her waist before proceeding to fill said tool belt with odds and ends, things she thought she might need if she were deserted there. When Gallica had loaded herself with everything she could find a use for, she wandered back to the smashed window and headed out. "Kay! Ready, let's goooooo!" Gallica bent over, and as she did, her spine began to add a few more vertebrae, forcing her back to hunch. Her legs bent, bones cracking and re-forming within them until they looked more akin to a jungle cat's than a human's. The color of her eyes flashed dark green, but this time it stuck. Soft fur formed on her arms and her lips peeled back to reveal a maw full of canine teeth. It took all of her patience now to stay and wait for him, and not break into a gallop to get away from the scene of a smash-and-grab. |
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