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Master of Brooding ~ Abilities of Minor Phantasm, Minor Telekinesis, & Major Mimicry ~ COCKSUCKER ~ I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg!
I'm no hero, guilty as charged.
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Mastery of Apodyopsis
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Only crazy bitches
Master of Brooding ~ Abilities of Minor Phantasm, Minor Telekinesis, & Major Mimicry ~ COCKSUCKER ~ I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg!
I'm no hero, guilty as charged.
~
Mastery of Apodyopsis
~
Only crazy bitches
Master of Brooding ~ Abilities of Minor Phantasm, Minor Telekinesis, & Major Mimicry ~ COCKSUCKER ~ I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg!
I'm no hero, guilty as charged.
~
Mastery of Apodyopsis
~
Only crazy bitches
Master of Brooding ~ Abilities of Minor Phantasm, Minor Telekinesis, & Major Mimicry ~ COCKSUCKER ~ I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg!
I'm no hero, guilty as charged.
~
Mastery of Apodyopsis
~
Only crazy bitches
Master of Brooding ~ Abilities of Minor Phantasm, Minor Telekinesis, & Major Mimicry ~ COCKSUCKER ~ I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg!
I'm no hero, guilty as charged.
~
Mastery of Apodyopsis
~
Only crazy bitches
Post by Viola Skye Durante on Jan 4, 2014 8:31:11 GMT
Phthonus "Envy"
I love the dirty tricks
and twisted games you play on me.
The Kakai of Envy was positively giddy with excitement as the Reaver did exactly as he was told, crawling toward them and then hesitantly pressing his lips to the toes of her shoes and then those of her beloved. It was so much fun, the little Overmind could hardly control herself. Then, if that had not been enough, the little Overmind beside her grew angry and her wrath was unleashed, though not on her or Gavin but her own Reaver instead. It was...Well it was down right magical. The laugh, or more like giggle, that erupted from her lips a clear sign of her amusement as the child actually slapped the pathetic Reaver who at this point seemed to clearly know his place as his eyes did not dare to lift upward toward Envy or Gavin. It was...well it was just beautiful.
Envy's hand moving to grasp Gavin's, she would tug upon it, still very much amused with the scene unfolding before her. "The small female child has more balls than him! Literally!" She laughed softly, nuzzling into his large, strong bicep, purring as she did and snuggling in close to him. Though despite the amused exterior, that darkness inside of her still swirled around and threatened to break free, something that could go horribly wrong for everyone involved if she saw fit. Her eyes fluttering closed, she nuzzled into Gavin, shuddering at the feel of him against her as her mind began to weave ideas into place. She had so many things she wanted to do just then, but as the little Overmind beside her continued to fume and rant about how weak her pathetic excuse for a Reaver was, a sick little grin would curl upon Envy's lips.
Slowly, and with much reluctance, she would pull away from her beloved and move over to the small child, her hand reaching out and clasping the little one's chin, lifting her face upward so that her eyes once more met those of the older, prettier woman. "Might I offer some advice?" She cast a glance toward the Reaver, grinning wickedly as she leaned in a bit closer. "Treat him like the dog he is and maybe...just maybe, he can be a real Reaver in a few years. Always remember, respect is earned, not given." She respected and loved her own Reaver, but then Gavin was a prime example of what a Reaver should be. He was menacing, deadly, vicious and down right evil and he would die before he let a hand fall upon her. Though if she would allow that to happen...well that was another question.
Releasing her chin, she would move to twirl a lock of the creepy little things hair between her fingers. "I suggest a good beating, followed by some harsh rules and a good whipping whenever he steps out of line." She cooed in a soft, sweet voice, purring gently as she smiled and slowly moved to step back and away from the girl. Though, just before she did, she would snap her fingers, her eyes brightening as if she had a delicious and marvelous idea. "In fact! Why don't you let me help you with this. I mean, it is such a hard task and he is quite large. I mean, you can definitely use the added assistance." She smiled brightly and nodded. This time, she took a step back and would glance at Gavin. "Isn't that right love? We could help her, couldn't we?" Her eyes meeting his with a clear look of mischief.
Master of Brooding ~ Abilities of Minor Phantasm, Minor Telekinesis, & Major Mimicry ~ COCKSUCKER ~ I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg!
I'm no hero, guilty as charged.
~
Mastery of Apodyopsis
~
Only crazy bitches
Post by Viola Skye Durante on Jan 4, 2014 8:34:52 GMT
Phthonus "Envy"
I love the dirty tricks
and twisted games you play on me.
The Kakai of Envy was positively giddy with excitement as the Reaver did exactly as he was told, crawling toward them and then hesitantly pressing his lips to the toes of her shoes and then those of her beloved. It was so much fun, the little Overmind could hardly control herself. Then, if that had not been enough, the little Overmind beside her grew angry and her wrath was unleashed, though not on her or Gavin but her own Reaver instead. It was...Well it was down right magical. The laugh, or more like giggle, that erupted from her lips a clear sign of her amusement as the child actually slapped the pathetic Reaver who at this point seemed to clearly know his place as his eyes did not dare to lift upward toward Envy or Gavin. It was...well it was just beautiful.
Envy's hand moving to grasp Gavin's, she would tug upon it, still very much amused with the scene unfolding before her. "The small female child has more balls than him! Literally!" She laughed softly, nuzzling into his large, strong bicep, purring as she did and snuggling in close to him. Though despite the amused exterior, that darkness inside of her still swirled around and threatened to break free, something that could go horribly wrong for everyone involved if she saw fit. Her eyes fluttering closed, she nuzzled into Gavin, shuddering at the feel of him against her as her mind began to weave ideas into place. She had so many things she wanted to do just then, but as the little Overmind beside her continued to fume and rant about how weak her pathetic excuse for a Reaver was, a sick little grin would curl upon Envy's lips.
Slowly, and with much reluctance, she would pull away from her beloved and move over to the small child, her hand reaching out and clasping the little one's chin, lifting her face upward so that her eyes once more met those of the older, prettier woman. "Might I offer some advice?" She cast a glance toward the Reaver, grinning wickedly as she leaned in a bit closer. "Treat him like the dog he is and maybe...just maybe, he can be a real Reaver in a few years. Always remember, respect is earned, not given." She respected and loved her own Reaver, but then Gavin was a prime example of what a Reaver should be. He was menacing, deadly, vicious and down right evil and he would die before he let a hand fall upon her. Though if she would allow that to happen...well that was another question.
Releasing her chin, she would move to twirl a lock of the creepy little things hair between her fingers. "I suggest a good beating, followed by some harsh rules and a good whipping whenever he steps out of line." She cooed in a soft, sweet voice, purring gently as she smiled and slowly moved to step back and away from the girl. Though, just before she did, she would snap her fingers, her eyes brightening as if she had a delicious and marvelous idea. "In fact! Why don't you let me help you with this. I mean, it is such a hard task and he is quite large. I mean, you can definitely use the added assistance." She smiled brightly and nodded. This time, she took a step back and would glance at Gavin. "Isn't that right love? We could help her, couldn't we?" Her eyes meeting his with a clear look of mischief.
Master of Brooding ~ Abilities of Minor Phantasm, Minor Telekinesis, & Major Mimicry ~ COCKSUCKER ~ I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg!
I'm no hero, guilty as charged.
~
Mastery of Apodyopsis
~
Only crazy bitches
Post by Viola Skye Durante on Jan 4, 2014 8:50:08 GMT
Phthonus "Envy"
I love the dirty tricks
and twisted games you play on me.
The Kakai of Envy was positively giddy with excitement as the Reaver did exactly as he was told, crawling toward them and then hesitantly pressing his lips to the toes of her shoes and then those of her beloved. It was so much fun, the little Overmind could hardly control herself. Then, if that had not been enough, the little Overmind beside her grew angry and her wrath was unleashed, though not on her or Gavin but her own Reaver instead. It was...Well it was down right magical. The laugh, or more like giggle, that erupted from her lips a clear sign of her amusement as the child actually slapped the pathetic Reaver who at this point seemed to clearly know his place as his eyes did not dare to lift upward toward Envy or Gavin. It was...well it was just beautiful.
Envy's hand moving to grasp Gavin's, she would tug upon it, still very much amused with the scene unfolding before her. "The small female child has more balls than him! Literally!" She laughed softly, nuzzling into his large, strong bicep, purring as she did and snuggling in close to him. Though despite the amused exterior, that darkness inside of her still swirled around and threatened to break free, something that could go horribly wrong for everyone involved if she saw fit. Her eyes fluttering closed, she nuzzled into Gavin, shuddering at the feel of him against her as her mind began to weave ideas into place. She had so many things she wanted to do just then, but as the little Overmind beside her continued to fume and rant about how weak her pathetic excuse for a Reaver was, a sick little grin would curl upon Envy's lips.
Slowly, and with much reluctance, she would pull away from her beloved and move over to the small child, her hand reaching out and clasping the little one's chin, lifting her face upward so that her eyes once more met those of the older, prettier woman. "Might I offer some advice?" She cast a glance toward the Reaver, grinning wickedly as she leaned in a bit closer. "Treat him like the dog he is and maybe...just maybe, he can be a real Reaver in a few years. Always remember, respect is earned, not given." She respected and loved her own Reaver, but then Gavin was a prime example of what a Reaver should be. He was menacing, deadly, vicious and down right evil and he would die before he let a hand fall upon her. Though if she would allow that to happen...well that was another question.
Releasing her chin, she would move to twirl a lock of the creepy little things hair between her fingers. "I suggest a good beating, followed by some harsh rules and a good whipping whenever he steps out of line." She cooed in a soft, sweet voice, purring gently as she smiled and slowly moved to step back and away from the girl. Though, just before she did, she would snap her fingers, her eyes brightening as if she had a delicious and marvelous idea. "In fact! Why don't you let me help you with this. I mean, it is such a hard task and he is quite large. I mean, you can definitely use the added assistance." She smiled brightly and nodded. This time, she took a step back and would glance at Gavin. "Isn't that right love? We could help her, couldn't we?" Her eyes meeting his with a clear look of mischief.
Master of Brooding ~ Abilities of Minor Phantasm, Minor Telekinesis, & Major Mimicry ~ COCKSUCKER ~ I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg!
I'm no hero, guilty as charged.
~
Mastery of Apodyopsis
~
Only crazy bitches
Master of Brooding ~ Abilities of Minor Phantasm, Minor Telekinesis, & Major Mimicry ~ COCKSUCKER ~ I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg!
I'm no hero, guilty as charged.
~
Mastery of Apodyopsis
~
Only crazy bitches
Post by Viola Skye Durante on Jan 8, 2014 2:56:19 GMT
Mammon spoke, "Blah. The woman in red by the roadside was the only moving thing Phoenix saw along the long stretch of highway." But despite the vibrant colour of her dress, he didn't notice her until he drew near. His mind seemed to have detached itself in some poor attempt at self-preservation. There was nothing quite like having to touch the dismembered remains of someone you were supposed to protect with your life to throw a guy off his game. The red splattering his clothes wasn't all hers. There was a bit of Vampyre blood mixed in there.
The roar of the motorbike he had borrowed made the figure turn to face him, and even before he saw her greasy hair and hollow eyes, he knew she was dead. She had been stumbling along the roadside in an aimless walk. The only Lesser in sight on this deserted stretch of road.
Phoenix was at least twenty miles from Fort York. He had spent the better part of the night in a nearby town he knew nothing about. The only reason he hadn't gotten completely lost trying to find his Overmind was because the bond – inexplicably – still remained alive. But Dys was very much dead. Even now, he could feel the cold, stiff form inside the large black bag he'd used to recover her body. It didn't jar him as much as it initially had. His mind seemed to have desensitized him at some point on the long, silent trip home.
He concentrated on keeping the motorbike steady with the awkward weight he was carrying. He tried not to remember the very visceral reaction from his first look at Dys at the scene of her death. It escaped into his mind's eye in flashes. Vampyre territory. Even as he'd arrived, the motorbike must have alerted them to his presence. He had found one lurking there. Phoenix didn't remember killing him in much detail. The entirety of his attention had been focused on Dys, on getting to her body, and one Vampyre had been merely an afterthought.
What came next was a memory he was sure he'd be carrying with him for a painfully long amount of time. Corpses were nothing new; the streets of Fort York were decorated with them. Dismembered, intact, half-eaten, dried husks of bones. He had just never had cause to touch them before. But tonight, he'd spent at least a couple of hours locating the torn remains of his former Overmind, turning over debris to pick up a hand here, a leg there. The fresh stench of blood and viscera and the gut-wrenching understanding of his task had been so overpowering that he'd dry-heaved midway through. There was so much blood still in those relatively intact limbs that it had created a dried second skin of crimson on his hands.
The Vampyres residing here had taken little care. He suspected they were using her body as a warning to other intruders, but he was there and gone so fast that he only encountered one. If any recent emotion came even close to the regret he was feeling – had been feeling all night since he'd left Abital – it was that he hadn't been able to track down more of the bastards and put them in the unendurable agony they'd put Dys through.
Master of Brooding ~ Abilities of Minor Phantasm, Minor Telekinesis, & Major Mimicry ~ COCKSUCKER ~ I be fly as a gangbangin' falcon, soarin all up in tha sky dawwwwg!
I'm no hero, guilty as charged.
~
Mastery of Apodyopsis
~
Only crazy bitches
Mammon spoke, "Blah. The woman in red by the roadside was the only moving thing Phoenix saw along the long stretch of highway." But despite the vibrant colour of her dress, he didn't notice her until he drew near. His mind seemed to have detached itself in some poor attempt at self-preservation. There was nothing quite like having to touch the dismembered remains of someone you were supposed to protect with your life to throw a guy off his game. The red splattering his clothes wasn't all hers. There was a bit of Vampyre blood mixed in there.
The roar of the motorbike he had borrowed made the figure turn to face him, and even before he saw her greasy hair and hollow eyes, he knew she was dead. She had been stumbling along the roadside in an aimless walk. The only Lesser in sight on this deserted stretch of road.
Phoenix was at least twenty miles from Fort York. He had spent the better part of the night in a nearby town he knew nothing about. The only reason he hadn't gotten completely lost trying to find his Overmind was because the bond – inexplicably – still remained alive. But Dys was very much dead. Even now, he could feel the cold, stiff form inside the large black bag he'd used to recover her body. It didn't jar him as much as it initially had. His mind seemed to have desensitized him at some point on the long, silent trip home.
He concentrated on keeping the motorbike steady with the awkward weight he was carrying. He tried not to remember the very visceral reaction from his first look at Dys at the scene of her death. It escaped into his mind's eye in flashes. Vampyre territory. Even as he'd arrived, the motorbike must have alerted them to his presence. He had found one lurking there. Phoenix didn't remember killing him in much detail. The entirety of his attention had been focused on Dys, on getting to her body, and one Vampyre had been merely an afterthought.
What came next was a memory he was sure he'd be carrying with him for a painfully long amount of time. Corpses were nothing new; the streets of Fort York were decorated with them. Dismembered, intact, half-eaten, dried husks of bones. He had just never had cause to touch them before. But tonight, he'd spent at least a couple of hours locating the torn remains of his former Overmind, turning over debris to pick up a hand here, a leg there. The fresh stench of blood and viscera and the gut-wrenching understanding of his task had been so overpowering that he'd dry-heaved midway through. There was so much blood still in those relatively intact limbs that it had created a dried second skin of crimson on his hands.
The Vampyres residing here had taken little care. He suspected they were using her body as a warning to other intruders, but he was there and gone so fast that he only encountered one. If any recent emotion came even close to the regret he was feeling – had been feeling all night since he'd left Abital – it was that he hadn't been able to track down more of the bastards and put them in the unendurable agony they'd put Dys through.
