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- Shiloh Dawnbringer - 09-16-2012 [html]
Lemme know if I need to change anything! :3 [html] [/html] - Haku Soul - 09-17-2012 [html] Yaaaay~ He had lived and died a thousand times, and a thousand souls and more would fall by his hungry fangs. There was no absolution for those he devoured. And he would never stop. Not even death could stop him, though it certainly had crippled his pace significantly. But patience was a beautiful virtue that he had much of. He had forever to reap the population. It wouldn’t be long now, before the perfect vessel was molded and born into the mortal world. And the immortal beast would be there.
There was someone new in the darkness the spirit dwelled in, and time had passed without an established answer. Such beasts as he wasn’t capable of anything good. He had been born from lava and ashes of deceased sinners, and the glorious purpose he had been made for was ridiculously simple. He was to spread misery and death. But his hunt was being drawn out now, and he couldn’t quite explain why. A hell-prince did as he pleased, but even he would eventually question things, when abnormalities rose.
There were two of them, two creatures with sweet beating hearts and moist, warm breaths. The dark shadow –for that was what he was – travelled through the shades of trees and terra, feet drumming against the young autumn floor without sound or prints. This was his world, though for now he still remained a mere shadow of what he truly was, much like the red eyes ghouls that had followed him through life before his body had rotted away. The dark creature leaped ahead until her lovely ivory could soothe those chaotic blue lanterns. There was a light scent of blood on the wind, and the constant hunger in him leaped up to burn against his dead, transparent throat. It belonged to her. How he desired her.
”Shiloooh…”
Black daggers curled with his invisible grin. How he hungered… <style> .haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; } .haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;} .haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html] - Shiloh Dawnbringer - 09-17-2012 I am stoopid about ghostness and what exactly he looks like now, so I was vaagueee. D: Also I'm at school so this is short -- you can has possession time now. >:3 [html] [/html] - Haku Soul - 09-17-2012 [html] Meh, just a shadowy form with blue eyes, I suppose. I'm leaving it vague myself so that people are free to interpret it as they see fit 8D Air rattled through blackened daggers as the darkened beast inhaled the echo of her scent, although it was dead in long deceased lungs. He didn’t belong in her world, and in his form of shadow and smoke, he couldn’t drink from her presence as he desired. No state of existence quite exceeded life itself. There was no shrivelled up heart pumping within his smoky chest… No tangible form that could reach over and touch her and her mortality. Yet, there was someone that could -- approaching her in an upset pace. lovely.
She sensed his presence, as always --- something that would have puzzled him once, and she dared speaking with such disrespect in the presence of a God. She didn’t realize who he was, no one ever seemed to do. It was as it should be though, for he was the eventual bringer of the apocalypse. An extended exhale crept out between ebony teeth, and deep, blue lanterns dimmed and died.
The male that for some reason had decided to stalk her was noisy and clumsy as he moved – such easy prey for a hungering spirit. It wasn’t the first time his ghostly form had invaded a body and destroyed the soul within that vessel of life. Flesh and blood and intestines boiled and burned against his nothingness as the owner of the body flailed and fought for his life. Unfortunately, he was the reaper of souls, and he didn’t know mercy.
Fallen limbs scrambled to retrieve balance as the body drew long, greedy breaths. He could taste the redness of her blood now. There was agony in this body, brought by screaming, dying nerves. A body of flesh and bone was an incredibly complex thing, and he didn’t have the time to pay attention to damage, was it prior to possession or posterior. One yellowed eye, flawed by a ring of blue about the pupil focused on the visually enchanted creature ahead of him as he used sharp optime claws for assistance to drag his body up from the wet earth, using a hulking tree for support.
How favourable this evening was becoming. He could taste the vessel’s own blood upon its tongue, so vivid and real. He could have revelled in that taste forever, had it not been for the fact that he didn’t have much time. These fleshy bodies quickly started to rot, even in cold temperatures that left the world in white. His hellfire would eventually boil up mortal innards and scorch deceased bones, and the skin would blacken and crack.
The man’s dead body started to move towards her , slowly and drunkenly, though the beast behind the seeing eye was enough to ensure that she wasn’t fortunate enough to deal with a mere drunkard. Everything about his approach was wrong. He glared at her outstretched hand, his black pupil shrinking at the drop of red dancing on her otherwise pale fingertip. It was the true beauty of such a pristine hue. The colour of crimson was never more beautiful as it blossomed against pure ivory. The possessed body cracked a sharp-toothed grin, one of a similar madness that so often had accompanied Haku Soul when he was alive. <style> .haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; } .haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;} .haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html] - Shiloh Dawnbringer - 09-17-2012 [html] [/html] - Haku Soul - 09-17-2012 [html] -- The crooked optime body stopped before her, looming and swaying slightly as if standing on unstable ground. Everything about this world shifted and pulsed, unlike the creature that had taken control of a now dead man’s body. Dead was final, and this vessel wouldn’t serve. Eventually there would be a time for a new host of the dragon’s blood. Eris had seen it as he had seen it. It wouldn’t be long now.
But the thought of the rebirth itself wasn’t present within the hellish creature’s mind, now. Greyish ears perked at the sound of her voice, so different now when they both stood in the same dimension. A feminine voice tainted with the slight silk of smoothed softness. It took only a moment for the spirit to recognize the name she murmured. Once, it had been his. Eras had passed and he had gone by many names, both old and news. In the age of wolves, he had taken the form as the blue eyed devil. Colibri’s son had been young and tender when it had been taken, and the child had grown up to become a monster whose reputation still lived on.
Although he was a god, he too could be considered to carry flaws. Fearless and wicked creatures fascinated. Shiloh stood her ground when he’d wished her to turn and flee. The thrill of the hunt was what he feverishly craved, and she showed no sign to play the role of the wide-eyed doe. Emptiness gnawed at his core; his hunger turning carnal. She pressed her blood-spotted fingertip against his lips – he was almost taken back by her ignorance. She should be out of her skin by now, shrivelled by mind-numbing fear. Dead was never so terrible than when the spawn of the devil himself came for retrieval.
He knew what his demonic instincts demanded of him. But, patience. The dead man’s muzzle pressed against the slight touch, and he could feel his lips moistened by the reed of her blood. His tongue darted out between deadly sharp daggers to steal a taste. The taste was all he had dreamed of it to be. Still, he did not lunge to tear at her apart. ”You should fear me,” dark words growled. His seeing eye narrowed, electric blue eating away vivid honey as the previous owner's death became final and irreversible. <style> .haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; } .haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;} .haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html] - Shiloh Dawnbringer - 09-21-2012 Sorry for the wait![html] [/html] - Haku Soul - 09-26-2012 [html] Libri is slow too, badadadaaa~~~;____; There's some pp here -- let me know if you want it changed! He’d gone mad with his thirst while alive, and now it was all he was. Yet, dead and borrowed teeth didn’t leap to puncture the flesh he knew to be soft and moist. His seeing eye had found hers and did not stray – watched her mind work behind the loveliness of her similarly coloured eyes. Such a pristine little thing, she was, yet darkness was known to have the power even to infest light itself. She still lived, and he did not know why. Haku was easily fascinated by the shades of darkness he sporadically came upon, but her hues weren’t splendid. A prey she was; a meal so relish.
She agreed, turning her smile serious. Although he was dead, another man’s heart beat within its meaty prison; beckoning and warm with life it no longer served. Her blood thrilled senses and let the shadow creatures out to play. To possess such madness was beautiful, but instead of playing her part, the white woman would seem to become an obstacle. It would be the easiest thing in the world to end her, yet still refrained to bite the hand that fed. Torment was often a wonderful appetizer, but he had already been poisoning her life for some time now. They all wore down and broke in the end, but she resisted him still. He like that.
His focus was renewed as she moved with light touch again; going against the gravity of reason. Why would the red hooded girl pet such a sharp toothed creature without fear? The man’s own hand rose to grasp that soft pale wrist of hers, seemingly gently, though the sharp points of his claws tempted the elasticity of the soft skin beneath light cream strands of fur. He had almost forgotten how it felt to touch another living creature while attached to a physical body. Life and death were two very similar things, though vividly different. He longed for her soul, yes, but eternity was a long time, and he loathed being unnecessarily wasteful.
”Why indeed…” the madman smiled as he wondered when her composure would crack. They had all been the same, in the end. Why should the Dawnbringer be any different? He pulled at the wrist he had caught – slowly reeling in his willing captive. ”Perhaps you think you’re brave,” the man vocally wondered, allowing dark-clawed fingers to twist and puncture her lovely skin. Red blossoms were most beautiful as they bloomed through white. "Perhaps you think you're safe," though there would be no one to save her this time. What would she do then? <style> .haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; } .haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;} .haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html] - Shiloh Dawnbringer - 09-26-2012 PP is fine. And this shit craaaay.[html] [/html] - Haku Soul - 09-29-2012 [html] Aight, this sucks, plus more powerplay (so let me know if it needs to be changed). And Haku is fail and can't even strangle people successfully anymore ;_; The dead man’s hijacked ears twitched greedily at the soft cry as it escaped the female’s pretty lips. Sharp teeth flashed with instinctual response and his claws dug deeper, glistering with scarlet. As his shrunken pupil followed the rivers of red running past the paleness of her fur and fell in fat drops towards the ground, he almost regretted the flex of his claws. It was such a waste to let it all be absorbed by earth.
But her voice grasped his attention once again, and the demon tilted his head, a rumble blooming in the depths of his own throat in response to hers. Lips twisted with a smile of uncertain origin, for fools could be quick to claim bravery when what they really possessed was only stupidity. There was a terrible difference there, but she would know this soon enough. A raw cough of a laugh escaped the man at her short words of honesty though. At least she got something right.
He was surprised as she didn’t tug and pull to break his clawed cuffs. Instead she reeled in – a mistake – and the second set of claws lashed out to attach themselves on to her untouched arm. Fools and dreamers turned and fled, while heroes and villains remained. Poorly coordinated hands rose to cup her pale cheeks when she pressed her lips to his. Her blood had scented the air and drove him mad, but perhaps that was what made the difference. The desire to cut through her flesh and feast on her heart was vivid as ever, but maybe it was the fact that he refrained was what made this right – there was a reason why he’d stayed with her for all this time, without stealing her breath and murdering the soul he so lusted for.
The greed within him was insatiable, however, and this mortal body wouldn’t last. They never did – he could not re-enter her world this way. The vessel died with the host, and it was only a matter of time. Already, he could feel his fingers turn numb and dead, and the heart was following; slowly realizing it was no longer supposed to beat as there was no life.
Desperation seemed to rise in him now, for he’d only barely received a taste – and he so craved more. Stiffening fingers found her pristine throat and tightened horribly as his already poor balance could no longer fight gravity as his stolen body’s muscles withered. Eye widened terribly with newborn lethal intentions. If he could not have her in this world, then... The optime beast fell to his knees as all strength was focused on clenching the lovely pulse leaping against his constraining fingers. So close, but too late. His undamaged, brilliant blue eyes never left her face as his flesh and bone body died, and he was cast out into smoke and fire and his solitary ethereal existence once more.
And how he writhed with disappointment that he hadn’t managed to take what he wanted. <style> .haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; } .haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;} .haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html] - Shiloh Dawnbringer - 09-30-2012 Here lemme kill me for you. 8D[html] [/html] - Haku Soul - 09-30-2012 [html] So kind! Blue embers, transparent of nature, watched the live being as her chest expanded to suck in oxygen to ensure her life remained intact. It was much too long since the last time he had devoured a living being, but he didn’t ache as much for the standard procedure as the new. Black teeth frowned at Shiloh as she let the fleshy body he temporarily had possessed fall to the ground.
The dead man had shortly feasted on one soul tonight, but it wasn’t the one he so absolutely craved. A tinge of rage, edging to a terrible form of sorrow whirled within his ethereal being; though the demon’s soul remained blacker than the black pit he had crept out of when earth was new and innocent. He had watched and waited for a long time, but there was some sense to it all now. The end would come in a glorious apocalypse of fire and death, but it wasn’t obligatory to witness the beauty of the finale in solitude.
Blue narrowed with genuine surprise as the pale woman looked to him, and pressed her own sharp teeth down to cruelly pierce her wrist. The demon drifted closer, a mere breath of a shadow within this world’s shadows, and a glorious thrill seemed to fill his non-existent body. ”Yesss…” the dead man’s voice whispered against a pale air. He was forced to watch beautiful maroon pour into the ground and stain it sharp brown and black, though a thousand memories reminded him of scent and taste. The need to feed off a departing soul was terrible and prominent, but it wasn’t what he wanted. He knew now.
”Come to me, Shhilohhh.” Oh all wonderful and terrible things he would show her. Death would merely be the beginning of the end. She had started out so sweetly, but she could see the darkness coiled up in her heart, now. <style> .haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; } .haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;} .haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html] - Shiloh Dawnbringer - 09-30-2012 Threw up a last-second mature warning for all the bloods and death and stuff, just to be safe. xD You can close out with your post if you want and there's still time. <3[html] [/html] - Haku Soul - 10-01-2012 [html] <3<333! Thanks for a fun thread! His shadow lurked as she died, and though there was a moment where the soul was exposed for delicious harvest, the dark spirit abstained. Scarlet glistened against her form, dead and pale. He could see her much more clearly now, as her unearthly form stirred and rose from the fleshy shell she’d been trapped in for all her life. It was wrong to fear death, for it was release and not an end. He believed her now; she had possessed some sick sense of bravery. And in return, she would be rewarded…
She didn’t know the darkness she had entered, but the choice had been hers to make, and he would be all the richer for it. Her misty paleness drifted to him, magnetically – without hesitation. Touch was different now when they were of the same world – it was something tangible and real. The demon pressed his ghostly muzzle against hers, strangely touched by her sacrifice. They had come together with hatred and famine, but she wasn’t the only one that had been devoured by something unpredictable in the process.
Blue lanterns rested on the figure of his future queen. Together, they would destroy the world. It would be glorious and terrible. The vicious ghost gestured to his love, and their forms were eventually swallowed by the lengthening shadows of twilight. <style> .haku-blood p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:30px; } .haku-blood b {color:#CF4040;} .haku-blood-ooc {font-style:italic; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .haku-blood {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#8B120B; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#490502; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/hakutable.jpg); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:218px; padding-top:10px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html] |