A Riddle from a Raven : The Kingdom of Wrath : PD

Just as the Cat Witch Katrina was starting to get comfortable in trying out the newly acquired throne of Wrath, a messenger flies in from Dyre with surprising news.  Following on from “The Kitty is a Bitch”.

Sieg

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Upon waking up as an undead, one that could actually think for himself and wasn’t moaning about wanting to be alive again and all that jazz, Grey found himself in the grave need to do one thing and one thing only, and it was to give in to those beautiful temptations that life had to offer. And this was indeed one of his favorite ones, in the end none of them were bound to another person to make them feel any guilt if there was any to be felt, they were as free as one could be and they were just enjoying the other, simple, just great, and just as dirty as he liked

So one hand explored, the other pleased, and his bites slowly began climbing up, little by little aiming to get to those lips of hers as he felt how little by little his own urges won over everything else. That bodysuit was great, amazing, but getting in the way nonetheless and he was about to rip it to shreds. The stage was ready, his manhood eager and pushing as in attempt to come out from the pair of jeans and boxers below that kept it trapped…but just as luck may have it a loud sound later someone decided to interrupt

Ugh really?…who let the cookie seller inside?…

He honestly did not wanted to stop mid act, if anything the undead seemed to want to throw this girl out of the window for her interruption. But he knew that Kat would most likely no go on with this so he was forced to move away. His hair seemed to raise a bit when he did as his eyes kept glaring at the girl like if she was an obstacle that he wanted to make explode…honestly…did people even used doors anymore? At least last time he barged into a place he had the kindness of making as much sound as possible to make his presence known. In any case there was no use now, he didn’t wanted to get into a fight cause it would take too long, and quite frankly, he would end up doing something pretty nasty to this girl if he was to get into a fight and even won

I say you install a trap door, many of them…in any case, as for where you are kid, let me give you a clue, everyone here is pretty pissed off, so Wrath is the place

He was not in the mood to give directions, in fact he was in the mood to do something else and unless she wanted to just stand around and become a voyeur he really figured that giving her an answer like this would make her take her leave. If that didn’t worked, well fine, it wouldn’t be the first time that someone like her decided to barge in when he was with his hands busy. So Grey just removed his jacket, tossing it to the ground but taking what seemed to be a piece of folded paper first that he tossed at her before his hand extended towards Kat again, his fingers reaching the back of her ear as he began scratching her there

There, enjoy yourself…now unless you want to stay around and watch the show or join in…away with you

It may have seemed just a way to be rude with her, but he decided to play it in a different manner as he directed a look at Kat, one smirk that gave away that he was going to make her want to be leave the place, right before he turned his head at the girl and smirked at her, saying those words almost like if he actually meant every word he said, at least regarding the join in part. He wasn’t serious, for a while he wanted to have Kat all for himself, so he figured by how she reacted when she saw them doing this that perhaps joining in this activity with the two would make her want to take her leave…at least he expected it. It wouldn’t be the first time things went the opposite way when he said something like that but…last time he said this words and he ended up like that it wasn’t that bad…well true, that vampire girl left him and the other full of bites but…it was worth it

Kiri:
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Ayana had to admit that she hadn’t expected to end up being dropped down in on a situation like this, but could anyone ever truly expect to be dropped down into some random place where everyone is someone you don’t know who the fuck they are? Ayana didn’t think so, in fact she just thought that she was plain unlucky if you really thought about it, it’s not like anyone purposely threw her in here, did they? Ah who cared, time to get the heck out of there. Sure, the man was being a complete, and utter asshole, but she had no wish to deal with this right now; her first concern was taking control of the situation and getting dominance over her own powers. Ignoring the piece of paper, she didn’t exactly need it at the moment, she spun on her heel and marched her little ass right on out of the throne room; but not before she called back with a defiant tone.

“I’m not a child for future reference!”

(TC)

Razorbackwriter:
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Kingdom of Wrath – Castle

Katrina’s eyes glowered fiercely at the girl that had interrupted her down time with Grey. Things were just getting heated up, and this…child had to come wandering in, like it was some sideshow ally at the fair. Course, Grey – her new General took it all in his stride, and spoke to the girl with such sarcastic wit, that it gave cause for Katrina to chuckle. Course, when he moved his fingers to toy behind Kat’s ear, she immediately began a deep throated purr. Oh God, did this man know how to use his fingers well on a pussy. So much promise. Her eyes closed as she let herself be swept away by this new pleasurable feeling, till the girl sung out on her departure.

“I’m not a child for future reference!”

“You sure as hell act like one….Tah Tah.” Katrina waved the girl off, with a roll of the eyes, before turning her head ever slowly towards Grey, with a renewed sense of hunger for her General.

“Now…where were we?” A glimmer of lust in her dark eyes becoming apparent, as she practically drank him in. But if she thought that the girl was the last of interruptions to what would be some pretty nasty coupling, she was rudely mistaken. A raven happened to fly right into the throne room from an open gable window and flew around and around in a great circle, before heading to land on the floor, not far from the pair. Normally, ravens from the keep land in the roost at the top of the south tower, this raven had to be lost…unless….

The raven squawked, before a dark mist engulfed its form and it turned into a male, dressed in all black with slicked back hair. He was Lavinia’s raven. A pet or companion on those dark nights. He bowed low before the pair, with much flair and respect.

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“Salutations, Katrina and Sir, I am Bisley, servant of the great Elder Lavinia.”

Katrina instantly sat bolt upright, uncrossing her legs and looking at the servant with wide eyes. She had only just sent off the messages about the change of fortunes at Wrath, and already Lavinia was responding. When last she saw her, was when Lav tossed both Grey and Katrina out of the circle. Yet, here was Bisley, representing Lavinia in the Wrath Kingdom. Katrina had met with Bisley a few times. Something of a tortured soul, who was Lavinia’s eyes in the sky as well as an excellent spy. Knowing this, she had to ask.

“Lavinia got my message then?”

“Aye…and she sends her blessings.”

Looking to Grey, she wondered what her General would make of this. Course, the raven servant was interrupting what was their private time, but news that the Elder was now supporting them as the new head of Wrath – that was pretty big news. One thing was on Katrina’s mind however. She knew that something had happened to Lavinia in that circle. Something that brought about such rage and anger. Was it just from Beel’s disrespect of the Circle, or was there something more?

“How is….Lavinia?” Katrina had been her friend a long time, and was more than aware in her sudden change. Bisley gave away nothing.

“She is as she should be, Katrina. The Elder will see you soon. As you know, there is a disturbance in all things magical….it even affects you.” This was said point of fact, and Bisley’s eyes wandered towards Grey for a moment. Was the bird onto him?

~RB~

Sieg:
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He did not even bothered to answer to that last statement the girl made, only limit himself to roll his eyes as he seemed amused by her words. Yeah, all the way down here and even up there appearences tended to fool people, you couldn’t just look at someone and make a wild guess without usually being wrong at some point…but that didn’t meant that he couldn’t make a mockery out of her looks right? If you chose to be in the shape of a child, there was a reason, and given what she did he had all the right in the world to mock the small cocoon she hidden into. As to how he knew this, it was easy, despite his anger he noticed the way she tried to refer to Hell, the way she asked…clearly an outsider, a tourist…and like any tourist alone in a foreing place she was bound to suffer if she didn’t learned her way around and soon…but then again why even care what happend to her butt? He had a beautiful witch here demanding his attention, and no way he would let this slide

I was about to make you purr like you never did before

Lust and confidence in equal proportions glinted in the eyes of the Frankenstein creature, decided to have the time of a lifetime with the witch and also princess. He wanted this, and ready or not he was ready to claim as he leaned down and was about to resume his actions when somebody else seemed to have forgotten that there had a door that could be knocked. This time interruption was no other than a raven, seemingly lost on his way until finally something happened, enough to again place a bullet within the mood and cause Grey to just groan again, as he decided to sit down himself, with his legs crossed as he noticed his Kat’s attention shifted so suddenly when this intruder appeared

I’m installing a net on that window…I swear…

Given that Kat focused on this intruder, that turns out that was a messenger of sorts, he decided that he would keep his focus on him too despite his interest was lacking, at the very least, until he heard what he had to said. While at first he seemed a bit shocked by how little the answer took to arrive, something about it made him feel rather curious, even a bit suspicious if you must. In a way it must have come as a shock to this Elder that one of their own kind ascended so quickly into this rank, but at the same time maybe it meant good news for them after all. He couldn’t help it, he didn’t knew the person they referred at least on a good day anyways, but despite any good intentions or friendship she may have shared with the current ruler, one thing was clear…at least politically speaking, it was good for the Witches to have one of their own sitting upon one of the seven thrones…

Well at least having more than one ally is reassuring…but then again…

Sloth seemed to be a friendly towards them, but it was because they needed to shelter under somebody’s wing for the moment to resist the upcoming storm. Without a doubt Gluttony would remain a sworn enemy until Beel lost his head and was sent to oblivion given the need Kat had for revenge…which meant that any friend the prince had would be their enemy now, as well as anyone who felt insulted by a witch holding the throne. And now the witches were on their side apparently…but perhaps because they had a crisis on their own they would require help with…and that thought made the undead sight out as he ran a hand through his hair. They were in a privileged position for the moment, but it wouldn’t last…and then there was this other trouble bothering him, aside from this messenger eyes on him

May I ask what is this disturbance?

The undead knew that perhaps it may have seemed strange that he asked such a thing, or even took interest in the matter. In the end despite magic arts were used to put him back together, the energy that animated his body was from a much different origin, dangerous enough to cause the person that brought him back to have to disappeared in order to avoid persecution from it’s own kind. Still, despite this the curiosity remained there as he looked at the raven that took the shape of a man as he narrowed his eyes a little, deciding to explain his reason to ask. In the end he figured such information would not be revealed to him that easily

Not all of us can feel disturbances like the one your elder knows about, nevertheless, it still affects my kind to a degree

He felt sickened in a way by comparing himself with those drooling corpses that sometimes necromancers and such animated. Undeads without a sense of humor or any kind of joy for still be walking on the ground despite Death having claimed a part of them. True, no soul layed within them but unlike the very few thinking ones like himself he was not consumed by a single emotion or just angsty about the whole deal. He enjoyed the pleasures he did not enjoyed in life, the danger and excitement, and if this disturbance could affect undeads he wanted to know about this. Of course, granting this information remained on the male’s hands right now, something he could easily refuse because maybe very few undeads aside from Grey would care for this, or their fate. Grey to this day couldn’t understand their sadness, nor he cared for it, but this man was not aware of this and what information this one lacked that Grey didn’t, was a blessing, even if it meant that he had to play the “caring” card just to get it

Matt:
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Tazuya had no idea why he was coming here. He had assumed that for now their dealings with Wrath were complete, but of course Hikari had insisted coming here. It seemed she had her own plans as to what they needed to be doing. Sloth had no idea as to what was going on with gluttony being the one who had forced the former princess to change bodies, but he felt that a storm was coming. Damn, and he forgot his umbrella.

It did not take them long before they entered into the territory of wrath, and Tazuya already felt tired of being here. Everything seemed red, angry, and looking for a fight. Though any who approached the huge being were instantly caught in his powerful Aura of Sloth, draining any will to fight out of them. There were even some behemoths that tried to come for him, but once they were in about a four yard radius, they stopped, and dropped to the ground with a large thud.

“So can you tell me what we are doing here again?” he asked the girl that rode on his shoulder.

She seemed to be the one wanting to be here. He had not cared where they went, just as long as they did not stay in sloth. The place tended to get a bit stuffy.

Tazuya’s hands were tucked into his pockets as he walked, and his body was ravaged by yet another yawn. This yawn was a strong one, and even caused his right eye to water some, but he simply blinked it away. Now they could see the castle of wrath, and they were approaching fast. Now keep in mind that Sloth, and his kingdom have been dormant for a few millennium, and so most demons these days would not even recognize him as one of the princes.

So as they approached the bridge that let to the doors, the guards on the brick structure prepared themselves to defend the castle. However, they too fell prey to Sloth’s passive ability, and soon dropped their weapons. Deciding instead to take a nap. Some were leaning against the bridge railing, and others were curled into the fetal position. There was even a pair that had ended up spooning… Guess they had some suppressed feelings for each other.

“Hmm.”

Tazuya had simply grunted as he looked out over the sleeping men now. Though he quickly redirected his attention to the huge doors of the castle. They were taller than he was, but they did not seem overly reinforced. Tazuya slowly took one hand from his pocket, and raised it to knock upon the door. When he swung his fist down to knock, he accidentally ut too much force into it, and the instant he touched the door it was blasted off its hinges. The power had sent the door tumbling for a good three feet before it came to a rest just behind a male with feathers in his hair.

Even Tazuya seemed shocked that this had happened.

“Well shit.”

He began to rub the back of his head as he looked at the door, but he did not realize one important factor. The successor to Wrath, and he undead body guard had actually never seen Tazuya when they had come to his kingdom, and so they might view this as a raid by an enemy. They would need to be quick in noticing the small girl on the giant’s shoulder to realize who he was. As they had met Hikari before.

“My bad.” he mumbled as he slipped through the vacant doorway now.

Kiri:
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Hikari figured that Tazuya was just kind of in a thought process of why in the hell was he even there, she never gave much of a good reason for him to go there, only that he should go there. She had her reasons, but the point of the matter was that Hikari thought they should at least pay some courtesy of the matter and visit their new found allies, if they didn’t wasn’t it a bit rude? That may have just been the small Bakeneko in all honesty, but even then it was a bit painfully obvious that she didn’t really have much of a need for the fact that she had been raised a lot differently and was only trying to survive in the end; she was just like everyone else in that respect. As they approached the kingdom, Tazuya kept speaking, but she was kind of silent for the very fact she was staring up at the moon with a quiet gaze, silently wondering at a few things as she continued to learn more and more about her powers through analyzation and thought. Even Hikari, however, had to look down and come to attention with the fact that Tazuya ended up knocking down the door of the Wrath Kingdom, and the very fact he did was a bad thing. Letting out a high pitched giggle, the girl flipped up off of Tazuya, landing between he and Katrina as she gave a little bow and danced around a bit once landing; making it obvious who it was that had gotten here.

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“Nice to see you again, Katrina. Undead sir.”

Razorbackwriter:
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Kingdom of Wrath – Castle

Katrina and her General had not been privy to what had occurred after they had vanished from the Witch’s circle except to say that there was a change in the Supreme Elder – Katrina knew that much. Whatever it was though was brought on by a disturbance, the same one that the Raven Bisley spoke of now. Keeping a regal stance, the Raven decided to enlighten the pair, since Grey had been bright enough to ask.

“A shift in the sands of time is making both this world and that of the minds of children alter and change in a way that corrupts some, and brings out a great change in others. It already affected you both, since you never got to where you intended when you took flight from Lavinia’s wrath.” The raven paused then added.“And yet…here you are, a Cat for a new Princess with a crown barely a minute or two old. Then again…what is one hundred years to us, is a few seconds to another. It all depends on where you stand.”

While this information might have seemed almost like a riddle of sorts, it did carry a lot of weight in meaning. There could have been more discussion, however, the grand door to the throne room came crashing down, and lo and behold there were more guests, but these ones they had seen before. The Prince of Sloth himself, who had the young girl perched on his mighty shoulder. As they passed through, the guards of the throne room were nodding off, and dropping their weapons with a resounding clatter. This really was a bad look.

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Bisley turned enough to see who was coming and immediately changed back to the raven – taking flight from the throne room before he too would be caught up in the Prince’s aura of sleep inducement. The servant of Lavinia had seen enough to report back, and had left the new Princess of Wrath with something to chew on….well, thoughts.

Hearing the clatter of her snoozing guards, Katrina threw her hands up.

“No nookie makes for a sookie kitty.” Katrina was starting to wonder if she and her General would ever get quality time. Course, she quickly reigned in her temper, as she remembered that the Prince was an ally to the Kingdom of Wrath.

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Getting up off the throne, she minced down the two small steps and extended her arms in welcome to Hikari.

“Welcome, though I am surprised you came so soon. I’ve barely made an impression on the throne.”

She meant her ass print.

~RB~

Sieg:
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You magic people just have a love for not speaking clearly, don’t you?

Grey hated with all his might when people spoke in riddles, even if they were simple and even if he managed to understand them he still hated it, for him it just made things a lot more complicated because everytime somebody spoke in this way it meant that there was information they held back, something left untold and to discover…and that meant more work for the undead. And even if normally he would have bared his gun and started popping a few kneecaps to get answers, he refrained from doing this…first because he understood that if anything this disturbance meant an alteration of fate of sorts, a corruption that surely had to be stopped from the source…and as for the other reason…plain and simple? He was about to tear down Kat’s clothes with his teeth just to get his reward! And of course…because of some sick cosmic joke, somebody else decided to drop by just to turn his balls from blue to freaking azure

Oh for the sake of the Four Riders of the Apocalypse…don’t people have better things to do today?

Grey groaned, rubbing his temples as he became more and more moody by the second because he was denied that which he wanted more and more, and the wrost part was that he couldn’t shoot this people’s face off because as it turns out there were their allies. Still, despite this he did not made an effort to look the least bit happy, screw it, if they denied him booty then he had all the right to remain grumpy as he well damn pleased

Grey, that’s the name, and good to see that you guys invited yourself in

One door down, a lot of sleeping guards, and a very grumpy undead that had made a few mental notes. First…get someone to install a nice trap door at the entrance just for those times when he wanted a private moment with cat…the other…a net in the window, and last of all…he sweared in the name of the four riders that he was going to start hanging ties on windows and doors just so people got the idea that right now, all he was really interested was in the feline queen. But of course, he was a general now and had to more or less show some respect towards them, so he sighed, and did his best to sound at least polite

Next time tell us when you guys going to drop by, at least we will have the time to find some wine to enjoy…in fact I wonder where they hide the alcohol here

Matt:
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Tazuya yawned as he slipped his hands back into his pockets now. It seemed as though the castle was quite large, enough to be able to fit the prince’s full height with no problem. Good thing too, or Tazuya might have accidentally broken something else as well. The prince was standing at his full height now, but quickly sloutched once more. He hated having good posture.

That was when he noticed the blonde princess moving towards Him, and Hikari. She seemed to be welcoming them, but she also seemed upset about something. Something to do with nookie…. Ah well. Though the undead also said something about barging in.

“I knocked.” Tazuya said, motioning towards the door.

It wasn’t his fault that the damn door couldn’t handle his strength. Oh well. Their fault, or thats how he saw it at least. He then heard something about bringing wine. That reminded him. He was now carrying a bag that he had not had when they had left, but he had picked it up from some poor soul in the barrens of hell. Inside the bag was actually a pretty good vintage of wine. This lead the giant man to pull the bottle from the bag, handing it to the undead.

“Happy?” he asked as he once again returned his hands to his pockets.

After that the man was looking for a place to sit, but it seemed as though none of the chairs were his size. He did not feel like breaking anything else in the kingdom, and so he remained standing. As he stood though he yawned widely, his lethargic aura spreading for the duration of the yawn, but returning to normal as the yawn ended.

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Kiri:
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Hikari gave a small giggle as she watched Katrina throw up her hands upon their entrance, laughing softly with a musical tone at the fact she seemed to be very displeased by the fact that Hikari and Tazuya had arrived, but it seemed that she wasn’t the first according to the words of Grey, as he ended up revealing himself to be. Giving a small nod to Katrina and Grey both, while of course listening politely, she looked around the throne room and almost let out a small whistle at the appearance of it; wondering softly at how long this must have been standing, but of course there is always the possibility that as the Kingdom of Wrath, there was the possibility that it had been knocked down and rebuilt several times over. She might have had to ask Natsu, also once known as Sayaka, at some point or another; but that would have to wait for a bit. Katrina seemed a bit… amusingly surprised at their early visit, and with Tazuya being his usual self, she was finding it a bit amusing herself at this point, for it signalled a bit of an interesting turn in events. As Hikari opened her mouth to respond, she felt a small resounding in her core, for the moment anyway, but she quickly ignored it and put it under the rug, covering up her surprise. Something here was resonating with her, but in a faint way, her soul feeling it calling to the one she was connected to. Perhaps she should make a small communication with her at some point or another. For now, time to focus.

“Well, I had nothing else to do. And he needed to get out for a bit, so here we are. What you said, Grey, is fairly accurate; we had nothing better to do.”

 

Dream Lover.

 

In a new arc, that is continuing on from “Checkmate”, it has been a month since Nick experienced the Wraith’s illusion of dinner.  What he thought was a dream had to be real, and he was determined to find her again.

Co-written with SA.

 

SA:  Side effects. Everything has its side effects, consequences one must pay for something they’ve done. Like a bad pill which cures the illness to then cause certain side effects, that was what happened to the male – The taste of her blood still lingering within him, her name still flicking just at the tip of his tongue. The side effects of playing with a Wraith. A month has now passed since the beautiful illusion she cast upon his mind, a month since their feeding session – A month in which she resumed her little game, moving from place to place in search for new victims – An always starving Monster, on the prowl for new meals. The cards guided her wherever she ~needed~ to be, for they truly never lied – They moved in tune with the energies of their surroundings, guiding their owner to a new prey, as the Predator would trap someone else in her web, like a true Black Widow. Where was she now? Far from him, that was certain.. Somewhere it seemed in a different side of the world, somewhere in the mountains topped with thick layers of snow, somewhere to find apparent ~shelter~ reaching a Tavern as vision cast itself beyond the black mask to its patrons, scanning their energy to find something worthy of being her meal – Eventually, she did. There was a man, enjoying his ale alone at a distant table, which made her wonder just why he wasn’t joining the crowd, the first sign that he would’ve been different enough to prove his worth. With slow steps, the Predator moved in, repeating her chant about Fortune Telling as she plucked the deck of Tarot out, sitting across from him. The man was of a massive stature, with muscles bulging out from his chest armor. A warrior, a gladiator of sorts – She was already thinking of what to feed on from him… Maybe Pride. Wrath. Who knew? Perhaps he’d prove himself worthy enough to have her feed on his Lust, if she liked his answers. The table was set. The cards began shuffling. The hunger was slowly rising, once more.

 

 

RB: –  A month had passed, this is true.  The moment that Nick had awoken from what he had thought was a dream, the vampire could not help but feel that the mysterious woman was inside him.  Teasing his mind and pulling at was once a dead heart.  Taking only his jacket and sword, and the tarot card of strength that was left on the bed, Nick made his way back up to the Queen’s grand royal throne room.  Standing in the midst of the images of thousands of years of nobles, he cupped his hands and removed the golden flower from within himself.  Groaning loudly as the pain to release him from the Queen’s orders was significant, he placed the rose inside a glass case, and hid it in behind the throne curtain, where nobody would ever bother to look.  Knowing that the rose was safer there, than within him, he took his final look at what he was leaving behind.  No doubt there would be hell to pay eventually, but for now, he had another quest that he needed to solve.  Pulling a hood up over his head, Nick had a grim expression as he turned away from all he had known, and started off out of the castle grounds, in search of the fortune teller.

Out in the stables were many of the Queen’s own horses.  Nick walked past each till he spotted a white stallion.  It was the purity of white, in complete contrast to the man himself.  Saddling it up himself, all he could think of was those astonishing blue eyes of hers.  Sophia filled his head each time he closed his eyes, when he should be thinking of other things, like feeding.  Mounting the stallion, he took up the reigns in his right hand and kicked it hard in the flank, sending it galloping out of the stables and down the winding track that was to lead him far from the Kingdom.  Days turned into weeks, only stopping to feed on unsuspecting farmers, and resting when the horse was feared to become lame.  His mission would see him pass through different lands and a change in season.  Finally arriving one night at a tavern that was off the beaten track.  Snow was now falling heavily, and the white stallion was coughing violently.  It needed its rest.  Bringing the horse into the barn beside the tavern, he let it into a stall, and took off the saddle.  Hearing the hubbub and music that came from within the tavern that would offer warmth and a prospective meal, the fur wearing vampire headed towards the door.  Only on opening, would he get the shock of his life.  There…up the back was the woman that he had been searching so long for.  It was also at that moment, he witnessed she had the tarot cards out.  Nick inhaled sharply, as the tavern keeper roared at him to close the door, because he was letting the heat of the room escape.  Not bothering to remove his hood, he closed the door with a loud bang, before thudding over to the bar, to order a drink.  His grey steel eyes;  now watching her from beneath the darkness of his hood. –

 ~RB~

 

SA:  The thud was more than audible, and yet she didn’t turn to see who it was – The woman was into the game now, which made her concentration be fully diverted towards the man across from her, her newfound prey. There was a moment though, where she felt something in her chest, like somebody pulling at the string of a bond she created awhile back – She felt a certain bond pulsating, which only installed the feeling of anticipation within her – He was close. Closer than she could ever imagine, craning her head to the side to lightly offer a gaze beyond that black mask towards the man who just entered. That was new. For once, she was actually surprised and knew too much to place it under the sign of Faith or a simple coincidence. There was a small grin across her features, Cheshire-like and almost seductive offered to the male before she returned to her meal. Stabbing her palm lightly, she allowed that solitary black drop of her blood to eat the woodwork of the table like acid, which meant her pact was about to be formed – Her game, beginning. The seductive grin was now offered to her meal as free hand reached towards him, lightly brushing those soft fingertips along the male’s shoulder blade. “My my… I do wonder why someone in such a great physical shape would like a Reading for me…” Flirting now, playing with her prey only to make sure he was gripped and tangled in her web by the end of it. Right while another was watching her doings, almost offering a deja-vu feeling.

 

RB:  It was all coming back to him.  Like a foggy memory bursting into colour.  Having taken a seat at the bar, the vampire slowly removed his leather gloves as the bartender was wiping down the worn timber surface.  Nick tapped the bar top twice, and the bar keep seemed to know what the vampire wanted.  Reaching under the counter and bringing out a jug of whiskey.  As he went to pour Nick a mug full, Nick kept looking back at the table where the fortune teller was playing her game.  From the moment she cut her hand, and the black oozed onto the table top, Nick felt as though he was sitting opposite her again.  The sliding of the mug on the bar however, broke his train of thought, and his head turned back to face the bar.  Fingers like ice gripped around the mug and he brought it to his lips, only to hear the voice of the fortune teller, now saying flirtatious words to her newest prey.  Nick lowered his head, and started to muse this.  Was that all he had been to her?  A meal?  Was this journey to find her going to end in bitter disappointment?  As the snow started to fall harder outside, he knew that he wouldn’t be going anywhere in a hurry.  So, if this was to be the night’s entertainment, she had better make it a good one. –

~RB~ 

 

SA:  This happened to be a lot more of a coincidence. This went beyond Faith or Destiny or whatever else people blame it on when something so unreasonable happens that they cannot find a straight answer – Meeting each other twice was far from coincidence. She realized that, the moment she felt those strings being pulled, the strings of their bond, which she created after the feeding. Sophia glanced over from the corner of her eye towards the man at the bar before redirecting her focus towards her prey, as the cards followed their course of shuffling idly before placing themselves in that 3-Star Fold formation, the same one she used for the Vampire. Her Reading began – The cards were different, each one of them so carefully explained by the Reader while, at the bar, people started to talk. Because of course, people love to gossip especially when they see such an abnormal woman doing such an abnormal thing most people cannot grasp the meaning of. 2 or 3 men talked at the bar about how ‘hot’ she was, while others started placing bets on the woman spending the night with that brute she was facing – All the while, she ignored everything – Human nature only disguised itself by elegance when in reality, it was all the animal instinct. Curiosity, mixed with cockiness. Ignoring it fully, Sophia returned to her ‘guest’ as it was her turn. His question was along the line of Power and how to gain it, which made her roll her eyes beneath the black mask in irony, a question she had heard numerous times again, only adding a black dot to him, so far. And then, the 3 questions she asked… Answers were far from pleasing. Even at a distance, one attentive enough would notice that the white haired woman was beginning to get irritated with that barbarian, tapping her long claws against the acid rotten woodwork, impatient for her meal. This wasn’t a man to waste time with – This was a true, worthless meal.

 

RB:  The voices at the bar grew louder, as the fortune teller and her barbarian guest were now the only thing really worth watching in the establishment.  Naturally, there were already lewd suggestions being thrown about, as well as bets being made to see just how far she would go out in the open.  The more that the men spoke about her, the tighter Nick’s grip became around the mug he was holding.  He went to take a sip of the whiskey to try and dull his feelings, but the very idea that she was going to be taking this man out for “dinner” as he know called her game after the final card fell, made him rage internally from jealousy.  His lips drew into a thin line while he drummed his fingernails on the bar top.  Even though she was paying him no attention, and not even speaking to him, he could hear her.  Feel her.  Like the blood that he had consumed from her was now like a siren singing as he was in such close quarters to her.  ~Mine.~  That word.  Ownership.  Both had said it to each other.  Oh he had fed in his travels, but none had the sweetness, the fire that Sophia did.  Her blood was addictive.  Addictive enough to drive a man insane;  if he was to go without it.    More laughter was heard from the group of drunken men that were deliberating on going over and cheering the barbarian on to take the wench out to the barn and let them all take turns.  Silver hues flashed as anger and jealousy was combining into a deadly force.  Though still sitting at the bar, he dug his hand into his coat…ready for anything. –

 ~RB~

 

 

SA:  Pink organ slithered out of oral cavity only to slowly drag along those scarlet lips of hers, a gesture that would be easily mistaken for seduction and yet, it was a gesture to produce her hunger now to unimaginable levels, almost uncontrolled, as the last card was close to drawing out. And it did. The voices in the back of the bar would continue, more and more pronounced now of all the obscene things their minds could grasp. ‘Bet she could use that mouth for something better than rambling on nonsense.’ – ‘I’m taking her out when she’s done’ – ‘Leave something for me’ – The banter went on and on as she continued her little game, now drawing to its finale. There it was, the last card, the one meant for the Reader, jolting out of the deck and into her palm as a small gush of smoke went out from it. A grimace of pure irritation on her features at the sight of ~that~ card. The exact one she received with Nick’s Reading, the card that was meant for her and her alone. She would put it back into her deck soon after only to direct her attention back to the man, hearing the brute speak. “So… What’s your price? I don’t have much gold on me… But I bet we can work something out…” That devious, lust filled grin on his face, cracking along his lips as he spoke gave her the confirmation she needed, as tendrils began to loop around the table now, while she sat in her seat with a Cheshire-like sardonic smile on alabaster facial features, musing out one single word. “Dinner.” – She knew he was there, listening. If this was deja-vu, then she just invited the brute for dinner, which was what everyone at the bar thought, starting to hoot and cheer for the barbarian, some even asking to tag along. But in truth, what she mused out wasn’t a question. It wasn’t the invitation she offered Nick – It was a statement.

 

RB:  -The trigger word to the rise of the beast.  ~Dinner~  Nick had heard enough, and for what was about to happen in that tavern was to be a blood bath and horrific trail of death to any that had dared to suggest that they would be touching the woman he regarded as his.  The hooded snow covered cloak that he wore had barely been ripped off and fallen to the floor, when the vampire moved at insane speed.  His body a blur of silver, black and red.  Each man would be drinking their own blood, as he tore through the crowd.  The quicksilver of his blade slicing the necks open of the first two men.  Another would find a dagger thrust into his forehead only to be sticking out the back, as shocked eyes stared out at the enraged killer.  The barkeep ducked behind the bar, as the whores that had been circling the room ran for cover.  Their screams ringing out as from the outside of the bar, all you could see was the shadows dancing behind the snow filled panes.  Bodies were falling all around.  All accept the barbarian and the fortune teller.  This was all happening so fast that it would have been a bit much for the pair to take in.  But she’d know.  Oh yes.  With the connection that they had now, the irrefutable bond – Nick’s murderous rampage was as much to protect her as it was to show he was seriously pissed.  Only when the last male fell, his neck torn open by the vampire’s blood covered maw, would silence again fill the room.  Only the odd gurgle of blood that spewed from the mouth of the one that claimed he was going to be next.  He was….the next to die.  At the end, Nick stared at Sophia and her meal.  He strode over and picked up his cloak, before throwing a few coins on the barkeep to pay for the damages.  “My room..”  The barkeep popped his head up over the bar and tossed Nick a key, which he caught on the fly.  One last growl at those that remained, and he trudged upstairs slowly. –

 ~RB~

 

SA:   “Oh, my.” Was all she uttered out when the massacre happened. When all hell broke loose and the man went on a rampage seemingly to avenge her dignity on those who have spoiled it with the obscene words, much like a protector. Or maybe a jealousy scorned lover. Right now, she would not interfere as one hand rose up to snap her fingers lightly only to allow those dark tendrils to cocoon both her and the barbarian securely from the damages as blood would splatter against the dark shadows, soon devouring the crimson. All the while, she observed behind those shadows, grinning as the massacre went on, while the barbarian kept trying to escape. There was no escape. A little before he got his key, a little after the massacre stopped, the shadows removed themselves, allowing vision upon the woman and man again – the brute kept struggling in his seat, cowardly pleading the woman to let him go, visibly horrified by what he had just witnessed – But that was nothing, in comparison to what was going to happen to him. Dark tendrils kept him secured to his seat as the woman sighed, almost disappointedly shaking her head. “Truly sorry for the interruption… I’m afraid I’ll have to make this quick, this time. Somebody’s waiting for me, upstairs.” With that, she rose from her seat, pivoting on heels only to turn around, giving the impression of walking away which would have relaxed the man back into his seat. Before it happened. Tendrils reached seemingly from within the woman, morphing his form into that of a disfigured black shadow, resembling an open maw with sharp fangs. Like a shark’s maw, about to devour the man in his seat, which it did. Like a Killer Whale, it enveloped him deep into the shadows, removing him from his seat as only his screams echoed through the darkness of the shark, until there was no trace left of him. Soon, the illusion shattered, leaving the woman to stand, facing the bartender, offering quite the innocent smile. “Sorry for the damages…” An oddly shaped gold coin was tossed over on the counter before she made her way upstairs, her steps only coming to follow his. As he entered the room, she’d stop the door from closing, slithering her physique through the crack as her body leaned up against the side of the door. She wouldn’t speak – She didn’t feel the need to. She wanted him to speak, first.

 

RB:  Tossing down his blood splattered cloak on the back of a chair, the vampire was starting to unbutton his shirt, when he felt that same presence that he had in his dreams.  Like a spider she managed to ease herself through the crack of the door and presented herself by leaning against the side of the door.  Her silhouette like a dark shadow that cast its spell over him again.  Nick kept his back to her as he removed his shirt that was now truly soiled by the blood of the fallen.  When he did speak, there was a dark rumble to it.  Like the thunder of an approaching storm.  “Enjoy dinner?”  So now it was him asking the questions.  Nick threw his shirt on the table, and rounded to see her standing there, waiting.  His chest was rising and falling – riddled with scars from the many battles and fights he had in the time since he had last seen her.  The search for her had led him to the darkest parts of the underworld and back.  Nick had dark stubble upon his chin that she may not have noticed before.  A jagged scar running down his cheek.  They were not so much scars, but to him trophies, badges that he wore with pride.  The blade that he had used to slay many of the punters downstairs was on the very edge of the table, dripping blood upon the floor.  Did she know that he had abandoned everything to search for her, after their last meeting?  A lone wolf that hunted day and night for her across many realms.  Only to find her about to feast on another in this dilapidated road side inn.  Nick slowly walked across the room to stand in front of her.  His masculine scent now riddled with that of the blood of fresh kills.  Did she feel the same pull inside of her the way that he did?  Her beauty was now on full display, having eaten she tended to be softer in appearance, her skin now flawless, and radiant.  “Well?”  –

 

~RB~

 

 

SA:  “I did.” Her answer was blunt, honest. So blunt that she willingly admitted to have fed when he left, without wondering about the side-effect it had on him, even though she knew. Did she? She was glowing, now. Every time after freshly feeding, she had a certain glow to her skin, as if the alabaster became less pale and obtained a very subtle rose hue to it, almost appearing more human than she was. Her cheeks, a little plumper than usual and her eyes lacking the subtle dark circles under them. Her body even gaining a little bit of a curve to it, from its rather anorexic visage. A hand went up to unhook her own coat, letting it be tossed somewhere against a chair nearby, revealing her corset dress. Strapless, with a sweetheart neckline, and pitch black, knee length only to allow her pale, beautiful long legs to show. Such a tight fit, creating that beautiful curve of her body, revealing her slender figure of an hourglass. Same hand reached up, slowly letting those soft fingertips trail along the scars on his chest, before reaching that on his cheek, cupping it lightly. She looked at him, beyond the black mask as those scarlet lips parted so delicately creating just a small gap between them as she whispered out. “Why are you here…?”

 

RB:  –  Nick was angry.  No, he was more than that.  He was jealous, angry and tormented.  Seeing her filled with her latest feed made him wish that it was HIM that she fed on.  Did she not guess by the way he tore through every other male in the tavern, that he would kill any that dared speak or attempt to touch her.  Though she was still wearing the mask over her eyes, that she kept from letting anyone see, she was sure to ‘see’ him.  To feel all that he was as she was already deep inside him.  His Adam’s apple rose and fell when she answered him so bluntly.  Like it wasn’t important, even though to Nick it was.  The vampire watched as she so casually started to disrobe, showing off her new curvaceous form, thanks to the unwilling barbaric brute downstairs – who was now nothing other than a quickly fading memory.  Nick’s eyes followed her unblinking, till she approached him and then reached up to trail her fingers along the many scars on his chest.  He was unable to help but flinch at her touch, as though for her to touch him was like being hit by an electrical current.  The beast was still close to the surface, growling angrily as though pent up behind an invisible wall.  Nick’s jaw locked when her hand moved to cup his face.  It was like, now he was facing her, the many questions, the long sleepless nights with her hovering over him like a spectre were all filtering into his mind.  She affected him like no other, and now she wanted to know…why was he here.  He would not answer her with words, but with actions.  Swift to pick her up by the cheeks of her ass, and draw her up upon him so they were face to face.  His lips crushed to hers as she would have no choice but to wrap those arms around his neck one more time.  He wanted her to be real.  Nick needed to know that what happened between them was not a dream. –

 ~RB~