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| Topic Started: Jan 6 2011, 02:25 AM (512 Views) | |
| Mirix | Jan 6 2011, 02:25 AM Post #1 |
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The Insatiable
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By now it was midday and the sun was high in the sky, bathing everything from one horizon to the next in brilliant rays of light. There were but a few wispy clouds to be seen along with it, and gentle breezes were a godsend, being few and far between today. It was actually quite warm; hot even, but not really uncomfortably so, though it wasn't hard to see distant objects and scenes shimmer and shake in a wavy fashion as if they were really nothing but a mirage. Even though it would appear that things were fairly quiet and picturesque, there was actually something amiss. In the middle of the road, somewhere, nowhere, between Soto and Morrim, there was quite a scene. From a distance it would appear as if there had been some sort of accident; three overturned carriages, their parts scattered every which way, some large bulks of them tossed into the tall grass and either silently smoldering or quietly burning. If one were to approach it would look like the work of bandits, a highway robbery, except that nothing had actually been stolen. What was laid out before any wandering traveler was actually a bloodbath; the bodies of men, women, and even some smaller figures, or what was left of them, were strewn and tossed all over. Bits and pieces of the departed also littered the scene, every single one of the corpses having been mutilated or dismembered in some gruesome form or fashion. Even the horses and oxen used to pull the carriages were slaughtered, their bodies also mutilated and partially dismembered. Large smears and puddles of crimson were everywhere, and the smell of death lingered heavily due to the lack of wind to blow it away. In the center of it all, lie the only figure that was still in one piece, and still alive. Sprawled out in the middle of the road, they appeared to be just another corpse, an arm stretched out to the side, the other limp on their stomach while the foot of one leg was pulled up close so the knee pointed to the sky. Upon closer inspection however, such an assumption would be found to be the farthest from the truth. Blood covered the figures clawed hands and was smeared around their mouth as if they had dived into a pie made of the stuff. Traces of it could also be found matted in the strands of their silver hair and all the while they lie in perhaps the largest pool of red in the area, but none of it was their own. The bloody centerpiece gave an audible sigh that carried with it a heavy hint of dissatisfaction. They were staring straight up at the sky, but their eyes were half closed and their pupils pinpricks because of the light that was beaming down onto their face. A dreamy, faraway look would've been found in them if anyone were close enough to see, though the reason behind it was simply because they were high off the heavy scent of blood and death. From seemingly out of nowhere, the figure began speaking. His voice was loud enough to be carried, but there was a strange calm and unforced quality to it. "I am lying in the sun and I am waiting. Every inch of my body feels like it's on fire, and my cheeks are turning red and I'm slightly annoyed, but I'm happy." A small smile momentarily crept upon the speaker's face as his half lidded eyes continued to stare at the sky. It quickly faded however, and he continued speaking aloud to himself as if not even he knew what was going on. "I'm just waiting. What am I waiting for?" He shrugged lightly while on the ground, the creaking of a loose wheel on one of the overturned carriages being turned in a sudden, brief, nice feeling breeze catching his ears. "I am waiting to understand how it feels to live your whole life in one place and I am waiting for my cheeks to turn more red because I like them flushed," another small smile appeared on his bloodied lips and his eyes closed as thoughts of past enjoyments of debauchery flashed through his mind, "like after sex." A short laugh escaped him before his eyes reopened with the same lingering dreamy look in them, "and I am waiting for a decision to come to me." Of course, he had no idea what such a decision would entail at that point in time, but no one would possibly know this except for him. "And it really isn't so bad if you're not waiting for anything at all." He paused to suck in a deep breath, only to hold it for several long seconds before letting it flow out from his lungs in one slow, smooth exhalation. "I am just waiting." |
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| Sphynx | Jan 10 2011, 12:16 AM Post #2 |
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Oil on Fire
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Home. Such a small word that held so many different meanings to different people. It could be a sanctuary, a place of blessed peace for the world weary. To some it was merely an overlarge closet to store all of their worldly possessions. And still to others it was nothing short of hell. To the woman travelling along the long road between continents, home was something entirely different. To her home was a small two room building that slept in, ate in, danced in. At times it was all of the above wrapped into one. And now she was going back to it after such a long time away. Her stay wouldn’t long, she knew, but still refreshing. Anyone who knew her would certainly question as to why she was even taking the long road back to her own home instead of travelling by the magic that she knew and loved so well, or at the very least ride her horse. Well, if any of those people who knew her did voice the question, she would merely roll her eyes, leaving yet another question about her motives completely unanswered. If someone who really knew her, one of the lucky few, asked her, then she would simply shrug with that smirk of hers and respond that their fresh air would likely do her good. If they were one of the still fewer people that knew her best, then they would probably know without asking, that she wanted the time alone to dwell on thoughts of her own design. The weather could not have been worse for her trek. She cursed the sun with almost every step that she took, leaving little space in her mind for those thoughts that she wanted to think. It was too hot for her liking, the clouds too few, the breeze was too rare, but when it did come up it blew too much. Really there was no pleasing her, but that wasn’t new. Her mind was otherwise occupied so that she didn’t even notice the sight before her from the distance that she should have. In fact what caught her attention first was not the sight of the overturned wagons but rather the smell; of fire and burned flesh, of death and decay. Where most normal people would at the least wrinkle their nose and cover it in disgust of such a stench, or at worst end up vomiting in the bushes from it, to this woman it was nothing unusual. Her cool blue gaze skimmed over the surface of the destruction, and her steps didn’t slow once as they brought her closer to the mess. All in all, that was exactly what this was; a mess. Of all of the thoughts that could have popped into her head at that moment, the overriding one was how disorganized the entire massacre seemed in her eyes. There was only chaos here. It bothered her just the tiniest bit that things were such a mess, but then she reminded herself that not everyone was perfect. Her steps took her past the first wagon and a couple small children parts, deeper into the center of the pit. It was a voice that nearly stopped her, carried on the wind. She had only caught the tail end of his one sided conversation, but enough to keep her interested in moving closer to the speaker. The voice was familiar, but it was the figure that was instantly recognizable. Her voice spoke his name like the purr of a kitten. “Mirix…it has been a long time.” She was leaning over him now, and odd sort of grin on her face, one of combined amusement and suspicion. In her right hand she held aloft an arm, still slowly dripping red onto the dusty road, leaving bright splashes to contrast the dirt. The fingers on the long dead broken hand waved jovially down at Mirix for a moment before the woman tossed it aside. “You’re work, I presume? Such a mess…” Her words were not spoken in condescension or haughtiness at the chaos, but merely stating a fact. The upward curl of her lips remained as her eyes scanned the mess once again. She didn’t ask why he had done it, as most probably would have, nor did she feel the need to, at least not yet. |
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| Tekun | Jan 10 2011, 11:23 PM Post #3 |
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Immortal Soldier
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An accident perhaps, in the distance he saw three over turned carts. The smell of blood, he was familiar with it, it was on the wind. A massacre had taken place it seemed, the wind carrying a heavy stench. Tekun knew he may be in for a fight. He knew if there was a fight, he would pity the next band of brigands or whatever would come his way. After recovering, he didn’t really have much time to even patch up his clothing. Every time he looked at all the cuts and tears in his cloak, he remembered that battle and relived that defeat. After being thrown into that canyon and getting his ass handed to him in such a fashion, he was raring to take out his frustration on something. Now that he could see a little bit more, a lone figure amongst the carnage leaning down over what he assumed was a corpse. As he approached the site, he didn’t so much focus on the woman standing over the body as he did on the mess around him. Unfazed by the smell and the sight, he examined the handy work. Claw marks and force were prevalent. It wasn’t the typical thing Tekun was used to seeing in these attacks. No one was spared, children, women, men and even the animals were massacred. He shook his head, wondering what foul thing could have been responsible. Turning his attention away from the grotesque mess, he recognized the person before him. “Hello.” Tekun greeted, calmly. From what he understood of her, this wasn’t her handiwork. “Fancy meeting you again.” Tekun let out a small smile, one that quickly faded as he looked about again and gave an audible sigh. The violence around him didn’t disturb him, but the senselessness behind it bothered him. He had been responsible for similar attacks in his youth. He wasn’t quite sure what to say. He looked at the figure the necromancer had been looking at. A rather muscular looking……man, laid there covered in gore, some areas seemed to have been simply smeared. He noticed the ears and the claws. It occurred to him that the man was in fact alive, lying there with a confused, boggled look on his face. Combat high? Tekun wondered, it might explain why he laid amongst this madness. All in all, he wasn’t sure what to think. As his head focused on that, his eyes darted back and forth between him and Sphynx. “So, I guess this is his handiwork, or is there another reason he’s lying on the ground with that look on his face. Making blood angels maybe?” He didn’t reach for his weapon, though it was right there at his side. All in all. He felt like he had been neglecting that blade, swinging around that iron slab on his back all the time would probably make him sloppy and effect his skill with a smaller one in time. He needed a balance. |
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| Mirix | Jan 11 2011, 02:00 AM Post #4 |
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The Insatiable
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The demon looked up at the female and instantly a tiny spark of an unknown emotion flared into existence behind the overlaying look of hazy confusion. He recognized her easily, despite the fact that it had been quite a while since their last encounter and a good feeling, one he hadn't really felt as of late spiked in the back of his mind. Despite that though, there was a good bit of hesitation before he reacted to her presence, let alone the words she spoke. "Sphynx…" He finally whispered, mimicking her purr as a small grin managed to worm itself onto his lips. "How I've missed you…" Whether or not she would believe his words as truth would be questionable, but there was the tiniest pinch of forlorn yearning combined with contempt held within his tone. Mirix still didn't move from his place on the ground; he wasn't sure why, but he felt a very heavy weight of lethargy upon him. It wasn't even a physical lethargy either, more like a mental and emotional heaviness that was seriously dampening his usual jovial and carefree mood. Despite all that, he was about to at least try and rise to properly greet probably one of the only mortal people in existence he almost considered a friend, but then a new arrival distracted him. The demon's ecru eyes slid over to the sudden appearence, but he didn't immediately give him a once over. Mirix noted that it wasn't him that the guy was talking to and raised an eyebrow when it became clear that Sphynx and he were already acquainted. "Look, a reunion… How quaint…" He commented in a sarcastic whisper before the male asked Sphynx a question the demon didn't quite care for. He shook gently with laughter while staring upwards at the two; the hazy look the overshadowed his eyes finally beginning to lift. With another deep sigh, he finally sat up with a sudden, jerky movement. His entire back, including the strange sword he carried there was covered in blood and it dripped from the matted down silver strands of hair that hung above his nape. He shook his head vigorously several times, mostly to clear his mind of whatever distractions was still clouding it. As he did that though, all the fluid that was stuck to him seemed to be steadily and mysteriously absorbed into the blade of the weapon he carried. This unprovoked action continued until every bit of him, above the waist at least along his back, was completely clean. Whether or not the other two noticed such a thing the demon wasn't concerned with, though he himself always felt a strange tingling that made his hair stand on end whenever it did something that could be considered… Strange. Once he was fully standing, Mirix stretched his limbs out, though his back was still to the duo. "Ahhh… I'm sorry, Sphynx, you've caught me at a strange time…" He turned his head to glance at her over his shoulder. "I wish our seeing each other could have been on more…" He chuckled to himself, though the sound itself seemed to harbor slightly more insanity than the demon had ever really demonstrated. "Stable terms." He then turned fully and flicked his gaze over to the male, though the demon didn't address him directly, still aiming his words towards the necromancer. "And who is this? Clearly a friend of yours, no?" Mirix's eyes then widened considerably as he stared at the other male, and his lips parted slowly into an extremely wide, toothy, Cheshire smile. "He shows a good spirit in his eyes… The pretty eyes of someone who knows nothing yet but battle.” |
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| Sphynx | Apr 6 2011, 10:48 AM Post #5 |
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“I’ve missed you too, darling.” The demon before her seemed distracted, or perhaps preoccupied. He had looked up at her quickly enough, yet his response was almost hesitant, though when it came his words were pleasant enough. Sphynx returned the smile with one of her own, curious as to what his tone had meant but deciding to ignore it. Though they weren’t the kind of companions that would finish each other sentences, he was one of the few that could hold her attention for more than several seconds, and she felt that she had a similar effect on him. “And just for the record, stable is boring.” The arrival of the next person was more of a surprise to her than the scene before her eyes. She knew little of the man who’d just approached, but after their last (and as it happened to be, first) meeting, she was surprised to see him walking into a scene like this. He seemed to be more of the type that would walk away from them. That was exactly how they met after all, with her running into him as he left the scene of a battle that she wasn’t quite sure if he’d started. “Yes, fancy that. And just what may I ask brings you out on a delightful day such as this?” Clearly she wasn’t talking about the weather. She was curious to know why, upon probably smelling blood, fire, and death, and when moving closer to the scene seeing the destruction, he had decided to keep walking forwards. At least she, as a necromancer and sometimes caretaker of the dead, felt like she had an excuse. But it wasn’t exactly normal for most people to wander closer to this. A carriage accident was one thing; there was a certain grotesque human curiosity that drew people towards accidents, but this was far beyond where curiosity ended and sheer horror set in. Her shoulders shrugged off Tekun’s question regarding blood angels. How was she to know why Mirix was there or what it was that made him decide to lie on the ground in a pool of blood. The thought of asking him ‘why’ when she’d approached the scene didn’t even cross her mind. “Yes, it is his handiwork, though I know nothing of blood angels. Perhaps he’s just watching the clouds go by.” Her pale blue eyes turned their sights back to Mirix and she sighed, examining her hand in an almost bored manner. Since when was it her job to introduce people? Why couldn’t they just give their own names to each other? Wasn’t that how most strangers met? Either way, Mirix had asked her a question, and for him, she was willing to answer it. “I would use the term ‘friend’ loosely. We’ve only met once before now, but we did manage to not kill each other, so that’s looking on the bright side of things. Mirix, Tekun…Tekun, Mirix.” She used a hand to motion from one man to the next while stating their names. The demon’s other comment brought her sights back to Tekun as she examined his eyes more closely. She could see Mirix’s point about his spirit, but she wasn’t one to judge on looks alone…well, not always. “Battle…sure. Perhaps there is plenty of spirit there, but that remains to be proven. Not that I’m asking for proof now. Let’s keep things civil, after all there is a lady present. The boy can cook though.” Her lips curled up into a slight smirk, the rest of her expression the very picture of casual nonchalance. |
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| Tekun | Apr 28 2011, 10:14 PM Post #6 |
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Every fiber of his being told him to slay Mirix. That something this twisted should not be allowed to live. But at this point Tekun was too tired to. The demon, from the looks of things it was a demon, seemed to understand his past, that blood thirst he so often succumbed to. His eyes were focused on him more so than Sphynx. Tekun couldn’t help but smirked at the comment that she had made. It was slightly sarcastic and spoken matter of factly. The smiled faded, washed away rather quickly. “Perhaps…” he replied. She introduced the two. Tekun would have normally shaken a hand, or acknowledged him in someway. It was awkward. Sphynx made a request to be civil, despite the desire he didn’t want to exert the effort to fight. “Not exactly a pleasure to meet you Mirix. But if the lady wishes us to be civil. Then I’ll be civil.” He looked around the mess. The grin returned, bringing his ability to cook. He figured it would come up, they hadn’t talked much. Just ate. “That I can I suppose.” He acknowledged. What was there to say, he could be on his way. The smell was thick yet, of course it would be. He was in the middle of the massacre. He looked up, the weather was nice at the very least. “Do we plan on wallowing in this mess for all of today? The smell is quite obnoxious.” He looked at the clouds. “I suppose we could if we wished. But I am not exactly fond of these types of messes.” |
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| Mirix | May 28 2011, 04:31 AM Post #7 |
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The Insatiable
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Stability was boring, that he completely agreed with, but there also came a time when the extended feeling of being lost in a fragmented mind lost its appeal. Mirix didn't rush to pull himself together though; if he did that he knew his mood would take a turn for the worse and for some reason he found the thought of turning off his current company to be a bit unsettling. He lifted an arm and waved his hand with a demented smile on his face once the other had been introduced to him. "Hi Tekun." His tone was pleasant enough, and it would likely be evident that Mirix had no real desire or caring to start any conflict. On the flipside, the swordsman's hostility towards him was clearly evident, but that only made the demon's smile widen further. "Cook?" The word sounded almost foreign as it passed by the silver haired one's lips. His eyes wandered, first to pause on Sphynx with a strange glint before falling onto one of the various corpses laid out around them. "Funny… I can't remember the last time I've had anything that had been cooked…" The random tidbit of information was followed by a shrug before whatever thought that was coming next was interrupted by Tekun's questioning. The demon looked back at the swordsman once he stated his dislike for the massacre about them. Mirix couldn't help but chuckle at that before lightly cupping his cheek with his palm. "It is an acquired taste, isn't it?" He asked rhetorically before looking about himself and giving a satisfied sigh. Having now taken his fill of delight from his creation, Mirix had no real reason to stand around the place either, but whether or not they went somewhere else was a decision he wasn't particularly interested in making. "What would you like to do, Sphynx?" His voice was genuinely pleasant as he spoke to her, not wanting to really do anything at the moment that didn't include her company. "And you, Tekun," the sharp change to a hard tone as he addressed the man was notable, but hardly serious, "have you any suggestion on what else we could do to pass the time?" His arms were stretched out to either side of him before his hands were put to rest against the back of his head. "I've no opinion on the matter I must admit. I have what I was waiting around for…" |
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| Sphynx | Jun 26 2011, 01:50 PM Post #8 |
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“Yes, I did ask for civility, which also tends to mean at least pretending to enjoy the company of all the people present. I would very much like you to remember that, or else I shall be forced to light your arm on fire.” Her tone was the continued image of pleasantry, and the small smile on her face, though a bit out of character, matched it perfectly. How very bleak to insult the artwork of another and offer a rude introduction all in the same breath, but to each their own. Clearly this setting was not to Tekun’s taste; that much was obvious to all of them before he’d made his opinions on the matter known. But the least he could do was act as though he were enjoying himself, personal feelings aside. Her smile and light attitude continued as she turned away from Tekun and her eyes scanned the surroundings again while she contemplated an answer to Mirix’s latest question. There were plenty of options available. The difficult part would be finding an option that they all enjoyed, and she already knew their interests were quite varied, at least given that Tekun was present. While she might have thought up something a little different had it just been her and Mirix, for now she thought it best to keep things simple and go with the flow. “Hmm, perhaps, if you are finished here Mirix, and if our other companion wishes for a change of atmosphere, that a stroll would be nice. There is still plenty of sun left in the day, and it is such a fine day, that it seems a waste to ruin it by going indoors. What do you think?” She let the question float in the air, asking it to the both of them. Her eyes turned away from the gruesome scene and back to the two men beside her. “Does that sound pleasant to either of you, or is there another idea that you would prefer?” It truly did not matter to her how they spent the rest of the day. She knew that the company at least would be pleasant, or they had better be from now on, and there was no way of knowing what they would find along the way. |
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| Tekun | Jun 26 2011, 04:14 PM Post #9 |
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“Just my arm? That would a new one.” He gave a light hearted laugh and rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll behave and at the very least pretend.” He looked at the scene again. If not for the gem he pondered what would occur. The damage that could ensue, how quick his mind would revert. A change of scenery would be nice. He pondered if he would even enjoy the demon’s company. He had been in stranger company in the past, he kept his mind open. “Actually. It is pleasant out. A stroll sounds fine.” He admitted. So long as he was away from the massacre. Truth be told, he didn’t care much that the demon had murdered everyone. He could let it slide, so long as he was not starring at the mess. So long as he wasn’t here among the carnage. He realized now why he wanted to slay him on the spot, he was reminded of himself and the horror he instilled. He hated it, he hated him for being reminded of himself. The smell was still in the air, thick. He wanted to let out a sigh. “What do you think Mirix? Shall we stroll about? And do you need help getting up, I find when content it can be quite bothersome sometimes. Laziness.” He chuckled. His hand was ready to be extended. He was less hostile, though that resentment still lingered in his person. Latent, tearing his view into two parts. At one point in his life he probably would have been in the same spot as Mirix and now he saw from another perspective. He decided, grin and bear it. Let whatever spite die within him. He extended that hand. |
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| Mirix | Dec 4 2011, 01:04 AM Post #10 |
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The Insatiable
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Mirix held back a laugh at Sphynx's remark towards lighting Tekun's arm on fire, though his lips pulled back to reveal a toothy grin to express his obvious amusement. His light eyes flicked over to the swordsman, who deflected the comment with ease. The two of them seemed to have an amiable vibe going on; that was alright, he guessed. It was also a lot less fun however, as Mirix was a demon who ran on chaos, discord, and the negative, malevolent emotions and it didn't seem as if that kind of tension would be happening on this day. Wasn't too big of a loss however, mostly harmless, sarcastic quips were pretty much just as good anyway. The demon remained silent at first, though he was indeed listening as Sphynx spoke. His eyes at the moment were fixated on the swordsman, unblinking and intense, predatory. Though, to be honest, behind those eyes there was really no ill will towards the man; not currently anyway, but there was a curiosity. An interesting aura was surrounding him and the demon had a hard time completely ignoring it. He couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was about the male, but there was something there that told him that somewhere on the inside, this human was holding back something that the demon would be quite interested in seeing in full force. His seemingly random staring and thought processes were interrupted when the line of questioning turned its focused onto him. Both his brows rose and he turned his head to either side to look about himself once more before giving a very light shrug of his shoulders. "Sure, we can go for a walk. Purrrrrhaps we'll find even more playmates along the way!" He laughed darkly at his own thoughts before nodding back towards his messy handiwork. "These few were nice for a short while, but I'd like to find ones with a little bit more stamina and enthusiasm, ya know?" There was a joking glint in his eye and half smirk upon his lips to accompany his words, but in truth, what the silver haired creature spoke wasn't in jest at all. |
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