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| Andromalius | Jul 21 2009, 06:43 PM Post #1 |
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He'd waited until the hills and tress had been swallowed by night's starry ebon cloak. The darkness would give him optimal speed. From an overwhelming tower set on the corner of the Grand Palace, Andromalius stood within the open window, his arms crawling out in preparation for his flight. The forest looked like nothing but a great, green carpet, the mountains in the distance rising to a grinning moon. His body leaned forward the slightest bit, gravity doing the rest as his feet fell away from the window sill. Bitterly chilled air swooped up to greet him, his cloak like raven's wings on the fall. It took eternity to reach the bottom, but when it was nearly upon him, his figure quivered and exploded against the stone wall in a blossom of smoke and shadow. The stain upon the ground moved swiftly, snaking over the walls, past the grass, and into the treeline. It had been weeks since he'd left the tower to assume the role as Emperor. Surely Sphynx was not doing well. Being of a like mind, she would be stirring like a caged animal. He had good news for her, though. Every piece was set. The battle would begin very soon. Then the larger part of Soare would be his, enemies toppling like dominoes as they could never guess the horrors that patiently awaited them. All of them. And the Empress, still caged beneath the stained glass and diamond sky. His heart swelled at the thought of opening that door to see a shriveled, broken will, the will of a country, emaciated and clinging to his robes, begging for death. Happy thoughts. If he had himself some pixie dust, he could fly. The trees were growing few as the mountains rapidly approached. He brought with him a strong current of wind, slowing down to finally materialize into a jog with the tall grass writhing around him. Glancing up at his half-engorged lair, he smiled back at the moon. She knew, and he acknowledged this. His footsteps through the tunnel echoed, not considering any traps were waiting for him once he arrived. When he did, he breathed a contented sigh at the sight of his throne and the familiar cold marble of the walls. |
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| Sphynx | Jul 21 2009, 11:05 PM Post #2 |
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From the moment that Tsuki had left the tower, she had waited. She waited for Andromalius to return. She waited for the moment when she could make the banshee pay for his crimes. She waited for the truth. Her pacing brought her in a wide circle around the same banquet hall in which she had conversed with the elf about his near death experience. She had spent more time within this room since the conversation had taken place; perhaps it helped her to sort out her thoughts if she could visualize the finer points of the conversation from the same viewpoint at which it had taken place. In short; she was pissed. The entire conversation with Tsuki had left her with questions; and she hated having questions. It meant that there were things that she didn’t know, and she had thought that she and Andromalius were supposed to be allies in this whole plot. Why would he go off and try to kill one of her…friends…without informing her? It seemed downright inconsiderate at the very least. She thought that he had told her all of his plans; nothing he had said yet was a lie, but apparently he wasn’t telling the whole truth either. It made her wonder if she could honestly trust him, which was unfortunate, because she was actually starting to before this whole fiasco came to light. The sound of footsteps below alerted her to his presence, at least she didn’t think that it could possibly be anyone else. What other idiot would simply wander inside an ominous obsidian tower with a hidden entrance? She finally halted in her pacing and stepped closer to the staircase, her arms crossed in front of her and her face already looking livid. From there, he would be sure to hear anything that she called down the stairs. Her voice addressed him, sugary sweet as only poison could be. “Oh, Andromalius, would you please grace me with your presence?” She didn’t care if the tone gave her away, put him on his guard off the bat. She still had plenty of tricks up her sleeves to use against him, if he came prepared for her fury. |
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| Andromalius | Jul 22 2009, 11:38 AM Post #3 |
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"Erimentha?" he glanced about his halls. She was nowhere to be seen, possibly tending to the Empress on the final floor. It mattered little. The mage pulled the cloak away as he approached the throne to reveal a black robe made of silk, embroidered with a giant white serpent on the back. His hands were gloved in black cotton, fingerless, and his feet were covered by boots. He set the discarded garment on the back of the throne, and as he did, heard the summons. Sphynx. Excellent. He could tell her the good news. Yes, the way in which she called for him told him something was no quite right with her, but all would be well. She was probably just bored, something that was well within his power to fix, so he followed after the voice and ascended up the stairs. When he entered the chamber, his hair was down, freely all gathered to one side to drape down his front, the tips hitting the sash around his waist in its impressive length. He entered the room like he owned it, which he did, and came to stand before the Necromancer with a charming grin. "Good to see you, Sphynx. I have some excellent news. Everything's ready for us in Ashoka. We leave for the desert in two days. Then you may have all the blood-letting you wish." |
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| Sphynx | Jul 22 2009, 12:16 PM Post #4 |
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She remained rooted to the spot, about five yards from the entrance as she waited for him to climb the stairs. Perhaps a simple fireball, thrown at his feet and left to crawl its way up his body. Or maybe she would go the route of a risen skeleton to wrap bony hands around the banshee, holding him in place. And she did have plenty of daggers and near perfect accuracy. Oh there were so many ways in which to catch his attention, but which to choose? In the end, when he finally did enter the room, it was to a dagger whizzing past his white hair to bury itself in the doorframe. Apparently her aim wasn’t so perfect. Once more she slowly crossed her arms before her, and her fingernails began to unconsciously dig into the sides of her own arms. Her gaze moved slowly to fix up at his after he had spoken. She blinked, almost as though she hadn’t heard him right. Here she was, absolutely irate, and he comes bearing a smile and good news? “Fuck the desert!” She hadn’t exactly meant to shout, yet she was having some difficulty keeping her voice down. Through clenched teeth she took a deep breath so that when she spoke again, her voice was quieter, yet still laced with her wrath. “What I want to hear from you first, is why the hell did you feel the need to attempt to kill the necromancer, Tsuki? Oh yes, I said attempt, because your attempt failed, though for the record, success in that endeavor would not make me any happier than I am right now.” She had yet to move anything except for her head and right now her smoldering eyes were fixed in a glare on his face. She didn’t care about the plan at this moment. She didn’t care if she was completely ruining her own chances to even have a part in it anymore. She just wanted answers. |
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| Andromalius | Jul 22 2009, 12:48 PM Post #5 |
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He didn't even blink as the blade few past his head, hitting the wall behind with an unfriendly thock. Death was something this one was not afraid of, as he had been there before, and so he could not be threatened with it. It would be as if she'd thrown a sponge at anyone else. Still, he slowly craned his neck to glance at the weapon over his shoulder, raising an inquisitive brow at it before returning back to Sphynx, still wearing the same expression. Fuck the desert? When it was revealed to him the reason for the assault, the brow lowered. Tsuki? Still alive. Pity. Then again, if it actually had killed the elf, he might burst into giggle-fits. Then she'd really be upset. "Mmm, cat's out of the bag, huh?" the formerly cheery disposition he had been displaying - cheery for him at least - melted away. His grin grew twisted and wicked, and the glint in his eyes was nothing if not fiendish. He blamed no one but himself for this, as he had been reckless, but once that sort of thing started, it was a compulsion to finish. Surely, Sphynx would understand that. "My Goddess," he cooed, "you are absolutely livid! How was I to know an easy little puncture could take his life?" While what he had been trying to avoid had finally come to light, he couldn't help but feel the heavy burden of it all lift from his chest. It wasn't like him to keep this sort of secret for too long, and he had been stripped of deciding whether not to do it and ensure an ally, or do it and risk losing her. It had been that exact decision that had been ruining him. "Very well. I'll answer all of your questions thoroughly and truthfully, as I told you I will. I attacked him for a few reasons... First," Andromalius stepped a little further into the room, "because I could hunt him. It had been a while since I'd had the pleasure of people-hunting. Second," another step closer, "because he made it too easy for a blood-thirsty devil such as myself. I'm sure you can appreciate the idea of murder just because you can, just because it's handed over to you. He didn't make it difficult. In fact, if that truly was his fight for survival, I was terribly disappointed. I'd think an acquaintance of yours would be a little ...stronger. And the third, most important... something I've been keeping from you for good reason..." Here it comes. He took a breath and paused to collect himself, dwelling on the right thing to say. He'd thought of this a lot, but had never come to any great ideas. "I want you ...Sphynx." His head tilted a bit to the side as he gazed at her, immediately attempting to evaluate a response. "An entity such as myself will first obliterate competition in order to acquire what I want. I'm sure you can understand that, as well. Had I known he was this important to you, I won't lie, I would have stuck around to make sure he was dead. If I'm not mistaken, that's why you decided to join me, because that personality trait of mine is the best for conquering worlds." The mage stepped past her, folding his arms behind his back as he walked along the edge of the table. He hesitated in the place where Tsuki had sat, smelling a familiar scent, faint, that revealed exactly who his home was host for while he was away, and perhaps how she came into this knowledge. It wasn't a sure thing, but all it took was some educated guessing. Though the rage inside of him began to boil, he kept it well hidden. "Next question." |
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| Sphynx | Jul 22 2009, 02:41 PM Post #6 |
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Movement was out of the question for now. Sphynx remained a statue with crossed arms, and only her eyes twitched as they followed his face. An easy little puncture, was it? Easy; perhaps it had been simple for the banshee to leave his mark. He has had centuries of living to prefect his technique after all. Little; she doubted it. She had seen for herself the extent of the damage, and that had been weeks after the event occurred. Tsuki had still looked like shit. The sad part was, she understood completely. The hunt was only half the battle, and sometimes just as enjoyable as the actual kill. But the act of killing could be just as pleasurable. Sometimes it irked her how alike they truly were, and how even he knew it. She didn’t feel nearly as surprised as she probably should have been when he finally admitted his desires, after having guessed at this herself, though to hear it out loud was still unnerving. But she didn’t flinch nor break his gaze; it was probably the very thing that he wanted to see, and she wasn’t going to give him what he wanted this time. Finally, once he had talked himself out, she broke her stance to crane her neck around in order to keep an eye on him as he walked towards the table, moving past the exact seat which the elf had occupied. A curling smirk crossed her face, cold and taunting. “Yes, he was here, in your own tower.” Her voice was slow, certain words punctuated with a mocking tone. “He sat just there…right next to me.” She broke her stance and followed in his footsteps until she could turn and stand directly before him, a sneer still marring her face. “We had a lovely conversation that ended in…well, I can’t exactly tell you how it ended…that would spoil the surprise.” The surprise, of course, was the news that Tsuki was now residing in her own house, but she wasn’t about to give that type of information away to the man who had already made one attempt on his life. “Now, my next question is how would you like to die; by fire, steel, or my bare hands? Oh, silly me, of course you would prefer the latter, wouldn’t you?” She took a small step closer and, even though he was taller than she, lifted her cheek to his so she could whisper in his ear. “You probably wouldn’t mind the feel of my hands around the skin of your neck, my body pressed up against yours and I pulled the very life from it.” She lingered there for only a moment more before, brushing her cheek against his before pulling back just enough to be able to view his entire face once again. Her voice maintained the seductive whisper she had used only a moment before. “Because if you think that I’m going to forgive and forget simply because you yearn to be with me…” Slowly she leaned closer, but this time she did not turn aside towards his ear. Her lips drew level with his before she stopped, holding them with only a fraction of air between them. “…you’d be mistaken.” Without warning she pulled back one final time just as her right hand came up and slapped him across the face. |
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| Andromalius | Jul 22 2009, 03:14 PM Post #7 |
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She hadn't responded in another question, but rather a few provocative statements. She confirmed his suspicions to attempt to get a reaction from him, but he was just as stubborn as the Necromancer and would not yield to her desires. Instead, he simply ceased his steps to turn to face her, a distant look of indifference on his face. She would receive her punishment later, in time, when she wasn't expecting it ...like when she slept. He may not equal her power just yet, but he was still a very tricky ghost, just as he was patient. "If you're trying to make me angry or jealous, it won't work," his voice was an angel's choir, soft and undisturbed. This time, even his eyes wouldn't betray him. But, as she approached, there was a notable change. Her talk of death threats was the equivalent of dirty talk in his ears, hands falling from behind his back to clench at his sides. Of course she could truly get to him if she wanted. She would know what he likes, they were so similar. Andromalius's eyes closed from the vicious, sweet nothings, his neck craning down to take advantage of this position by running the tip of his nose down her navy locks of silk, inhaling deeply. Scent is one of the things dreams lacked, and he had only been able to catch traces of her before. When his eyes opened again, the dark irises were in the process of falling down from their place at the back of his head. As Sphynx continued with her near hypnotic display, he attempted to regain his perspective of reality. He'd nearly found it, too, when he found her lips so unbearably close. Once again his eyes fluttered, attempting to close, but he resisted, instead opening his own mouth a slight bit, prepared to grab her up and throw her down on the table. She was pushing it. If this continued for much longer, he'd have to forcefully have her. Then all pleasure was replaced with pain, his head jarringly smacked to the side, a mess of snowy white locks flying into the air only to settle raggedly in front of a twisted face. Having pulled away from heaven so suddenly, the eyes behind the curtain of hair were sharp, deadly, and wrought with fury, blazing with a thousand black infernos. His own hand reeled back and flew at her face in immediate retaliation. "SPHYNX!" he hollered, his voice a booming missile in the cavernous room. "You do NOT. HIT. THE HOST." His other hand lit up with violet, a charge forming within it. |
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| Sphynx | Jul 23 2009, 08:06 AM Post #8 |
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The moment her hand left the side of his face was the same moment in which she took several strides backwards. She was fairly quick and agile, as humans went, but the banshee wasn’t exactly human. His own hand reached out for her, seeking retribution for the slap she had given him, and she only just dodged the bullet there, leaning back slightly away from the long fingers. Had he tried for her arm he probably would have made it. But she wasn’t stupid, and only a fool would wait around next to an opponent after giving the opening blow. For good measure, she increased the distance between them by a couple more yards as he began shouting. It was about damn time. In her fury, she was aching for a confrontation, even if she had to play dirty to push him over the edge. She couldn’t help but grin just a wicked little bit at the ferocity of his reaction, though the sheer volume of his voice and the echo it caused was enough to make her flinch, and that reaction wiped the grin off her face. Her eyes flitted between his own and the charge that was building in his hand. One of her own hands opened at her side to reveal a ball of flames colored bright orange. “I hope you came prepared to play with fire.” It was one of her simplest spells, one of the first she had ever learned, and most basic. Rarely now did she use it anymore, as to her it seemed a bit…slow. With a quick motion she tossed the ball of flames, not towards the host, but up in the air. The fireball hovered for only a moment before it completely changed shape into a bird and dove straight for Andromalius, gaining speed as it went. Though it only took a moment to fashion the creature, a moment was sometimes all that was needed to land a blow, and she didn’t know what tricks he had up his obnoxiously long sleeves. Her magical shield was up in a flash, as she had no idea what his plans were for the magic little charge in his own palm. Using that particular shield may block any attacks from spells though it would do absolutely no good against any physical, non-magical, attack. So her right hand had no choice but to draw a second dagger, just in case. As dangerous as he may be, starting a fight with a creature with centuries more experience than yourself was never the best idea, she knew she was going to enjoy this. |
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| Andromalius | Jul 23 2009, 01:45 PM Post #9 |
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Oh, so she wanted to really play, did she? His eyes darted towards her as she concocted her fire. A simple spell? Against him? Did she really think it would work, or was it just another insult? It may just as well have been. Though, unlike his opponent, he would waste no time and he certainly wouldn't underestimate her. The shadows of the room enveloped him as he craned his head up to stare at the phoenix which she'd crafted, the violet light in his hand dissipating. His eyes darted to her once more, wild beneath the white tresses hiding his face, before his body was completely overtaken with black. His figure sank onto the ground, stretching out as the shadow of a man who was not present. The fire hit the stone floor, embers exploding into a small jubilation, lighting the surrounding area enough to see the shadow slithering along the walls, darting over the ceiling with one bound before it founds its way back on the floor. Swiftly, he moved beneath her feet and stopped directly behind her, rising up out of her floor with his fist flying. Yet, if her peripherals did catch him, she might notice a change. For instance, there was a lot more red in the room now, as his body had been encased in a suit of red armor. His hand were tipped not with sharp nails, but real talons instead like that of a beast. Horns had risen from his forehead, and besides his skin being paper white as it usually was, his eyes now were ringed with dark red, a pair of streaks running back through his hair of the same color. He would not underestimate her. And in a solid form, he also wasted no time like he had swore. A dark purple, noxious gas was pouring out the mouth of the face mask, slowly beginning to fill the vicinity. It was a shame it had to end like this, but there was only room for one absolute rule. Unfortunately for Andromalius, at this moment, in the deadly battle that had begun, his mind was too thoroughly clouded by rage. |
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| Sphynx | Jul 23 2009, 02:49 PM Post #10 |
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Well, she had wanted to better learn what he was capable of, and he was putting on quite the show. Cautiously she watched as the room’s shadow’s enveloped him in darkness just before the fiery creature burst into the stone of the floor where he had been standing only a second before. At least the simple spell had pulled him out his shell. Perhaps now the real fun could begin. In a room that was already so full of black and darkness, it was impossible to follow the shadow after it had begun its ascent up the wall. Sphynx kept her eyes trained for any sight of it, moving as quietly as she could in order to attempt to hear any attack before it came. Slowly she spun on the spot, trying to look in every direction at once, as impossible as that was. It was sound that eventually gave up his location, though not quickly enough. Hearing what could have been the swish of a cloak caused her to whirl around just in time to run into the oncoming fist with her right eye. She felt the skin of her eyebrow crack under the pressure of the blow, and she saw plenty of stars, but she still had a dagger in one hand, and now he was oh so close. She wouldn’t even need her eyes, skilled as she was with a knife, to thrust it in his general direction once, and then she was gone. Teleportation was quite a useful spell, even if she sometimes had to use it to tactfully withdraw from a situation. She reappeared on the opposite side of the room, blood leaking from the gash in her brow, her eye already turning purple. She was no match for his strength directly; she knew that much after one simple blow. All she needed was the upper hand, and she still had plenty of tricks up her sleeves. Her head was throbbing, though she refused to let it show. The room in which they were so vainly attempting to maim the other wasn’t tiny, being a banquet hall, yet it was still enclosed. The moment she had arrived at her new destination she was already breathing in the venomous fumes. It smelled worse than death, carrying the sickly sweet taste of poison. There was no way to escape such gas, without fleeing the room and thus admitting defeat. She was willing to sacrifice her health just to win. Her breathing slowed as much as she was willing to allow it, simply in hopes that it would slow the flow of poison into her lungs. Well, don’t they say if you can’t beat them, join them? Instead of fighting the vapors off, she became one herself, changing her body to a fine mist, one bothered much less so by the fumes. In this form she could assume any shape which she wanted and would not have to worry about physical attacks at all. The best part; she retained the ability to cast magical spells. As if to prove it, another creature, a navy blue dragon that was both hotter and quicker than the bird, erupted from the mist and flew towards him like a bat out of hell. She wasn’t going to give away all of her secrets right away. |
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| Andromalius | Jul 23 2009, 04:38 PM Post #11 |
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The connection of fist to flesh was more than satisfying, even if it was inflicted upon the object of his desires. No, that made it even better. All the frustration she'd given him, all the times he'd second-guessed himself because of her, was all being vented. The palm of his left hand opened, shooting a bright beam of dark matter at her in such a close distance, but watched it shoot through a space where she instead no longer occupied. The blast hit the decorative molding of the ceiling against its edge, blowing a large hole into the stone, fragments of marble rubble falling to the ground. His eyes feverishly sought after her, and found her on the other side of the room, bleeding. The face mask took on emotion, its sharp-toothed maw stretching out into a playfully arrogant smirk. She'd sent another beast after him, and he evaded in the same way. However, this time, as he swiftly descended into shadow, a few snowy locks were left behind, smoldering and smoking. He had not completely missed the attack, and it showed as the demonic figure darted around and bound up into the air, flying towards her side. He knew he would not be able to hit her, not like this, and with an opponent like her, he had to be cunning. What was that saying? If you can't beat them, join them? Starting from his legs, his body lost its solidity, fading away into purgatory to dance with the Necromancer on the astral plane. Temperature dropped. His surroundings began to fade, an icy blue-gray corrupting everything, all physical objects blurred, but he could see her perfectly. A taloned foot kicked out, and his spirit spun with the intention of colliding into her throat. All the while he said not one thing, possibly unable to with the amount of primal fury raging through his being. |
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| Sphynx | Jul 23 2009, 05:15 PM Post #12 |
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She waited, knowing that he would come after her in whichever way he could. It was only a matter of time before he made his way to the spirit realm, and again they would match up against each other. At least in this realm, she had a plethora of minions to call to do her bidding. And minions weren’t all that she would be able to control… And here he was, appearing in a flash of red and oh so fast. She only had time to slide inches to the right before the taloned limb made contact with her left shoulder with a loud cracking of bone. A dislocated arm was a painful thing, but that could easily be popped back into place; it was the snapping of her collar bone that pushed her over the edge. It was a shame that a serious injury such as that was likely to follow her back to the real world. Strength was one thing, and he may win this battle if it was the only factor involved, but now was time to get serious. Sphynx had plenty of experience mastering control over spirits, and he had played perfectly into her hands. It took just a thought before his spirit was under her control, and the first thing to take care of was preventing him from movement, freezing him in space. Her arm hung limply at her side, yet an arrogant smile played across her face. “How does it feel, to lose all control over yourself? It has never happened to me, so you’ll have to share this experience some time.” Now was time for payback, and she moved slowly towards him as he stood immobile, drawing one more knife from its sheath. She looked him in the eye before motioning towards her own broken bones. “I’m not sure why you are the one who is so upset about this whole situation.” Using the same hand that was clutching the dagger, she traced a circle around the banshee’s stomach, roughly the same location as the lance which had nearly killed Tsuki. She made a move to drive the knife into his stomach but stopped just in time before piecing his flesh. “Don’t worry, I want payback for myself now.” And with that she buried the knife in shoulder of his left arm; a mirror of her own injury. “Now let’s not linger here any longer.” Knowing full well of his ability to retain an intangible form while back in the material world, she pulled them both back to his Tower where they landed on top of the long, stone table. She sat down hard, panting slightly as sweat beaded on her forehead. The pain in her shoulder throbbed, but she didn’t feel like popping it in back herself. Her control broke as a particularly painful throb from her collar bone, and she let slip her control over him. Her eyes found his once more and narrowed. “Damn you.” She leaned forward, to where the banshee had fallen, closed her eyes, and kissed him fiercely. |
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| Andromalius | Jul 23 2009, 05:50 PM Post #13 |
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Once again, the contact was just as satisfying as the first time, feeling the bone beneath his foot displace. He was about to move to hit her once again with his other foot, but in mid-swing, a peculiar thing happened. His limbs refused to accept the information his brain was giving them. His legs and arms fell, the great Grand Master falling into nothing but a puppet before the Necromancer's spiritual control ability. His eyes widened. She'd set a trap for him, and how naive he'd been... She was a master of death. All that was needed was a rational, educated guess that she was capable of controlling souls, and here he had gift-wrapped himself. The Banshee's eyes narrowed dangerously, his face holding upon it seared flesh from the dragon she'd launched at him earlier. Apparently it had done more damage to him than cutting some of his hair, but he'd faded away before allowing her to see. Now, it was openly displayed, sprawled across his cheek, the very same she'd caressed not moments ago. "Well, it certainly isn't a happy feeling," he said through grinding teeth. "I'd be more than willing to enlighten you if you release your hold. Severing one's spinal column has a similar effect..." As she crept closer, the serpent of a soul's gaze softened none, still swelling with rage and venom. His eyes dropped to the dagger, then back to Sphynx, paying particular attention to her eyes. "Like I said, you don't hit the host. And you certainly don't invite an enemy cordially into his sanctu-" he paused, interrupted by her touch across his stomach. "-sanctuary." His muscles tensed in preparation for the pain, but when it came, it did not radiate from his abdomen. A gnashing holler of pain ripped through the tower as the blade sank into his shoulder. His eyes were half-lidded, immediately shed of a large amount of energy as he did what he could to bare the physical agony. He'd hardly realized that he'd been pulled back into the physical plane as he landed on his back on top of the grand table, panting quietly. The Abyssal spell had deteriorated, back in his black silk robe which, from all the frenzied movement, had loosened considerably and now hung lop-sided on his maimed and ragged figure. His hair spilled messily over the carved wooden surface beneath him, a halo of white crawling out in tangles in all directions. Slowly, he began to move, rising up a few inches with his head turning to inspect the damage of the shoulder. Deep red life-fluid was seeping from around the buried blade, but before he could see it, another very dizzying, very peculiar thing happened. His lips were seized, covered by those belonging to the woman he had been pining after for months. 'Damn you', she'd said. She was met with equal ferocity, regaining all the energy that he had just been robbed of, opening his mouth to wholly accept her, any of her, that she might give. The mage's right arm flew up, hand finding the back of her neck where he pulled roughly on it, at the same time rising up into her figure, sitting straight up before turning the tables on her. His other hand quickly found her back, and even with the wounded arm, currently searing with intense pain, his nails dug into her and wrenched her forward so that she may now be the one to fall on her back. This was not like the dream, though similar. No, dreams could never match the intensity of reality, using all of the senses. He could smell her, and now he could taste her... His hands sought her wrists, eagerly attempting to pin her down without regards to her broken shoulder. She could bite his lip if she felt the need, and he would welcome it. A low sigh escaped into the kiss, a sound that could just as easily been mistaken for a growl. |
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| Sphynx | Jul 23 2009, 10:27 PM Post #14 |
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His garish howl, still ringing in her ears, was music to her, such that she couldn’t help a satisfying sigh, closing her eyes to savor the sound. How beautiful it was, and the sight of the blood was more beautiful yet. She could lie to herself and say it was that attractive combination that had led her to do what she had just done, but the truth was that his strength and power was seductive. All too well she remembered that damnable dream; that was probably what had done her in. Ever since that night she had been entertaining…thoughts that she couldn’t control, until now, now that he had fought back. She moved closer still, both by her own volition as well as by his hands pulling her closer. While one of her arms was completely incapacitated, she wasted no time in wrapping the fingers of the other around the back of his neck, applying equal pressure to pull him in. Her own nails couldn’t help but sink into his skin as she gave in to him, at least a bit more. She returned his kiss with the same fury she had moments ago placed into hurting him, sliding her tongue along his bottom lip to get a taste before biting down…hard. When she felt herself being pushed backwards she put up some resistance, pushing her own body up against his. Her hand slid around his neck and found his shoulder, the one with the blade still buried in it. She didn’t touch the knife, but pushed slightly on his arm just next to the wound, all the while keeping her mouth locked on his. She wasn’t going to make it that easy on him. But a second later her back arched at the pressure from his nails, and the feeling, both pleasure and pain, took some of the fight out of her, and she slipped backwards, now lying flat against the stone and breathing heavily. She let him take control of her arms, though in her condition she wouldn’t have been able to stop him anyway, not that she really wanted to. Her shoulder popped back into place with a pop as he pinned her down to the tabletop. She only made a slight, quick moan as the pain flashed once before lessening considerably. Her collarbone was still in pieces, but at this moment, she could care less. “I suppose I should thank you for fixing that, though you were the one who broke it in the first place.” The same seductive whisper she had used earlier that evening was back, with only a slight bite to it as she had less breath to use now than she did before. She could barely move now, except for head and fingers, yet she still struggled a bit, if only to continue with the trend. “And just what do you plan to do with me?” |
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| Andromalius | Jul 24 2009, 01:46 PM Post #15 |
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His mind had begun to swim, his perceptions of reality fading away into the distance. In his head, there was a raging battle, on one side cool and collected rationalization, logic, analysis of the situation. The other side, the winning side, was little more than basic animal instinct. He was fighting the urge to become nothing but a beast. As her hand crept along his back and throat, his lips being teased, he lost his grip on it all. The Banshee made no sounds as the skin of his mouth was broken. Blood began to swell and the familiar copper taste overpowered that of this woman's. Both faces were quickly becoming stained with red, Andromalius swallowing a good portion of his own internal fluids down for frenzied fear of losing momentum. The rebellion to keep herself in the position of dominance was expected and handled accordingly, without mercy. The moan that followed the re-attachment of her shoulder was intoxicating. Above her, his long, lustrous hair fell to one side, a solid curtain around half of her head, so fine and soft as it mixed with her dark blues, making a different shade in the process. His knee was moving, finding itself grazing against her thigh, and as she parted just long enough to speak, he swallowed down another mouthful of blood and quickly took one hand away from her to wipe the beautiful substance from his chin. Dark eyes opened in a flash, and gazed down hungrily at his captured prey, marveling at her less-than-perfect, disheveled appearance. "Oh, I don't know..." his head lowered, staring her directly in the eyes as he very, very gently brushed her lips with his own. "...I was still entertaining the idea of breaking your spine..." The silkiness of his tone matched her own, a subtle purring, subtle dark, hollowed rumbling from his throat woven into an entrancing set of vocals. "But," he continued, "...I'm still a little bit angry with you... so I'll do something even worse... Sphynx..." Her name rolled off his tongue like sweet honey. Just as he promised, he would do to her something cruel, something completely uncalled for, and released his grip on her arms. From there, the mage ducked away from her clutching hands and fell back, swinging his legs over the edge of the table where he hopped up and casually started for the door. As he did, his right hand rose to grip the handle of the blade still lodged in and tore it out, dropping the item behind him, then vanished into the staircase, headed up. "If you must have me, come and get me." A dark, disembodied chuckle filled the tower. Arriving just before the door to his personal chambers, Andromalius flattened his back against the wall and attempted to catch his breath, head still spinning from what had just occurred. He ran a hand back through his hair, smoothing out the tangles, and sighed deeply. |
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| Sphynx | Jul 24 2009, 02:51 PM Post #16 |
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Having no choice but to listen carefully, she returned his gaze with an intoxicating look of her own, her eyes looking up at him through slightly lowered eyelashes. Those same eyes found themselves closing as she listened to his voice. His threat, to do something worse, caused the beginnings of a smirk to show on her face. Honestly, what could be worse than a broken spine? For she figured that even if she were killed, she would use some type of magic to find a way to return. But being unable to move even a single finger, well perhaps that was what hell was like. Then suddenly all pressure had lifted from her body, and he was gone. Slowly she lifted herself up into a sitting position, one eye twitching in irritation, her body rigid. Anger began to return to her, as the absence of action left no room for distractions from thought anymore. Now she had yet another reason to be pissed off at him. Sphynx did not appreciated being toyed with. Standing now, her steps led her across the room and to the staircase, her eyes lingering on the bloodied dagger as she passed it. His voice taunted her, a reminder of who was really in charge of the show, as much as she refused to believe it. Her initial reaction was to walk out; leave him alone in this cold, stone tower with only his books for pleasure. Who would help him conquer the desert then? He had his chance already, and he had thrown it away. What made him think that he deserved another? What would make him think that she would run to him? Yet she made no move to follow the stairs, either up or down. Scenes of what had just happened on the stone table replayed in her head. Lifting one hand, her fingertips brushed across her lips, coming away red with blood that didn’t belong to her. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight, remembering the feeling of her teeth sinking into his flesh. Her eyes followed the stairs upwards as her fingers rose once more to her lips, this time tasting the life he had left behind, her fingers sliding across the tip of her tongue. The taste was like a drug to her; her breathing increased, and her heart began to beat faster. Perhaps he did know a bit about her. Now that she had had a taste, she wanted more of him. When she spoke, it was with a voice just barely above a whisper. “Ready or not…here I come.” And with an aggravated snarl, she followed him upstairs. |
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| Andromalius | Jul 25 2009, 09:56 AM Post #17 |
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For the rest of the night, and on until the sun's golden fingertips began to touch the horizon, the Banshee had been in her head, contently watching dreams go by to keep himself from falling asleep, for if he did, his thrashing would surely wake her. Occasionally, he would brush her hair from her face when she stirred and whispered quietly to her the things he knew he could never say to her. When she awoke, he knew not which Sphynx he would get, but he knew it would be a cold and distant personality, so he wasted no time in her unconscious company, drinking in the warmth of her body which had been kept through the night beneath the thick red coverlet. She had been warm, many hours ago, and soft. She'd been breath-taking, all that he'd imagined. Though the truth of the situation was laying right beside him, he still had to question if they were in reality, or still stuck in the dream world. Light was creeping through the cracks in the door from the open windows of the stairwell. Dawn had come, and noon was soon to arrive. No matter how much he wanted to stay here in this simple moment, he was a man with an agenda, and it waited for no one. Morrim was currently without an emperor. He had to get back soon, and the light of the sun would make this a long ordeal. Andromalius peeled back the blanket and stood at the bedside, casting the woman a final glance before he turned and started for the wardrobe, phasing through its walls with little effort. His body was riddled with wounds, none of which had been tended to, dried blood still caked onto his abnormally white skin. No doubt he ached, but recovery would be relatively simple. It had been well worth it. When the specter re-emerged into the room, he was nearly fully clothed, in the process of pulling a sleeveless shirt down the rest of his torso before latching to his arms a pair of steely gauntlets. "Wake up, My Queen," he cooed as he crossed the room and arrived beside her, a talon gliding back once more through her hair. "Wake up. We have some issues that need sorting before I leave." It probably hadn't been a good idea to wake her if he wanted to keep this peaceful feeling he'd acquired over the night, but business was more important than a fleeting emotion. He needed to make sure she would be by his side come tomorrow in the desert. |
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| Sphynx | Jul 25 2009, 01:43 PM Post #18 |
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Her thoughts drifted back to consciousness at his wake up call. She kept her eyes closed at first, savoring the comfortable bed, the warm blankets, his finger on her hair. So much had happened last night that she still wasn’t able to fully wrap her mind around it all. Her shoulder still ached from being dislocated, and her collar bone wasn’t even close to being in one piece again. But the physical injuries were light topics compared to what had happened after she’d received them. It had been entirely her decision to follow him upstairs, and even now, waking up in his bed, she did not regret her decision. He had been gentler than she would have ever imagined he knew how to be, and even now she was growing fond of the pet name he had given her. My Queen. Yet the words that stuck most in her mind the most were ‘before I leave.’ Of course he was going off again, but this time he had better give her something productive to do while he ruled Morrim. She had completely forgotten his good news from the evening before; other things had been on her mind since then. So when she finally turned her head to look at him, it was with a mildly serious, though almost emotionless expression. Before speaking Sphynx took her time waking up fully and stretching, with only the slightest of flinch as a jet pain shot once more through her broken bones. She ignored the pain and sat up in the bed, picking up the black robe she had worn yesterday, slipping her arms through the sleeves and wrapping it around herself. The cloth was now stained with blood that belonged to both of them, but she could care less. But now was the time to talk business, so that was what she was prepared to do. She nodded somewhat curtly at the banshee, speaking in a voice that was oddly short and detached. “Alright. What do you wish to discuss?” Emotion was not something that she had very much experience dealing with, and she had been burned before. Was she getting too close now or would it be worth the risk this time? Anrdomalius had made his own feelings perfectly clear last night, but for her the process of opening up would be slow and drawn out as every thought on this situation will have to be mulled over to the point of over thought. ((Sorry; crappy post.)) |
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| Andromalius | Jul 25 2009, 04:54 PM Post #19 |
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She was beautiful, he thought as she turned to face him, even with bed-head. The personality that woke up to greet him was, thankfully, not a spirit of vengeance. Just usual her, something he could deal with quite easily and comfortably. His index finger, formerly woven into her hair, curled until he could grace her face with the back of a knuckle. Even now, his affections towards her hadn't changed, and with his feelings towards her out in the open, he felt the control that he was afraid he'd lost. She had fallen away from his grasp to clothe herself, an act he wasn't quite sure he was alright with, but allowed. As she did, he took no shame in doing nothing but watching her, her legs as they bent to pick the article from the floor, the curve of her back as she went to slide her arms through the sleeves, and of course, the gratuitous display of her front side as she closed the robe. Andromalius's arm rose, hand finding the back of his neck where he gave it a rub, head tilting to the side slightly when the show was over. "I'll stop pursuing that Tsuki of yours if you agree to stop letting enemies into the tower. Really, in that case, anyone I don't know. Also, the main reason I came back last night: I need to know if you're ready for a battle tomorrow. I plan to take Morrim's armies into the desert and want to know if I'll have your support. It's not completely necessary, but it would certainly ensure victory." Even talking now of business, he wished he could cast it all aside and tell her how gorgeous she was, to push her back onto the bed for round two and twist her into the sheets till the sun went down, when they could rest and she could eat before going back to do it all over again. It was of little consequence that she didn't harbor the same feelings. What was important was that she gave herself to him last night, and she enjoyed it. "After Ashoka falls, we can stop playing nice. I'd like you to come with me from then on," he took a step towards her, "so you don't have to miss anything else." Edited by Andromalius, Jul 25 2009, 04:55 PM.
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| Sphynx | Jul 25 2009, 07:02 PM Post #20 |
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She turned her cheek into his touch, giving the stroke a longer path simply with a turn of her head. Now that the fury and urgency of the night before was gone, her disposition was calmer, more subdued, more herself. She would have thought that she would be furious with herself for her actions the night before, but that was simply not the case. Was she attracted to him? Of course; it was difficult not to be. She found his drive, his ambition and thirst for power, combined with the ability to actually take what he wanted, intoxicating and contagious. Sphynx listened to his offer of a truce impassively, thinking it over. Of course she thought of several ways to talk back to that statement; saying that she didn’t exactly let Tsuki in, and besides that Andromalius had in fact met the elf before so even under these conditions, he still would have been allowed into the tower. Plus before she had a conversation with the other necromancer, she had no way of knowing that he didn’t exactly get along with the banshee. But instead of talking back, she merely nodded her agreement. “I suppose that is fair.” Her voice was dry but held a tone of sarcasm to it as she joked, though she fully intended to keep the pact. Her attention piqued when the conversation turned to war, and she had to work to hide her enthusiasm. She didn’t know why he even asked; was she ever not ready to kill? Her mouth twitched when he commented that her support wasn’t necessary to win. It wasn’t that she doubted his words, but she didn’t need to hear that she wasn’t necessary. “Yes, of course. It would be my pleasure to assist in any way possible.” She gave a small, if slightly derisive, bow of her head. This had been the most difficult part from the beginning of their partnership; the fact that she had to concede to his rule. But practice makes perfect, and somehow she was finding it less of a difficultly these days. His steps brought him one pace closer, and she found herself mirroring his action and stepping closer to him as well. “I never liked playing nice in the first place, and I’ll be damned if you make me stay behind ever again.” |
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| Andromalius | Jul 25 2009, 11:14 PM Post #21 |
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"Oh, it's fair," his face twisted into a wide smirk. "I'm not even asking you not to kill anyone. I'd say you're getting off light..." The tone in which he spoke was a playful purr, his head tilting down as his eyes flicked up, softly seeking something unknown from her. Her enthusiasm for what was to come excited him just as much, as he had longed to see her painted with the blood of others since he'd first seen her. How bright her porcelain skin would be in contrast. A hand raked back through his hair, smoothing it out from hours of pillow-resting before he reached up to collect it all and tie it up into a naturally perfect high tail, half of his bangs still loosely flowing over half of his face. His grin had begun to fade, but re-appeared at her bow, finding the act amusing for her, specifically, to perform to him. For sure, he had been expecting many different things when she re-gained consciousness, but he had not been expecting her to be so... agreeable. "Excellent!" his left arm dropped back down to his side, but his right hovered as she, too, closed the distance between them. Once she was close enough for him to casually touch, his hand found her face once more, gliding his thumb delicately over her lips as the nails of his last two digits played with the marked flesh of her throat. "But My Queen, if you had a soul, I'm sure it would be damned by now. Regardless, I would never wish to leave my lady waiting. You begin now, your official job as my bodyguard, which means since I'm leaving now, you are too." His head lowered, as if to casually grant her a kiss, but as he met her eyes with his, he stopped a fraction of an inch away, instead giving her no more than a smile before his hand fell away from her. Andromalius turned, much like he had done to her before, and stepped to the door to open and leave. "Hurry up! We have a world that needs ruling!" The Banshee disappeared down the spiraling stairs. |
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