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- Samael Lykoi - 12-06-2007 [html] He had dreamt of Kaena. He had seen her in all her beauty, the scars more beautiful than any unblemished face he'd ever seen on a mortal. He had felt her warmth; her body pressed against his in an embrace and her scent intoxicating. He had felt her breath at his throat as he straddled her, pushing himself inside her while she sqirmed and writhed, face twisted in beautiful misery. And he had enjoyed it. He knew he had, for when he'd awoke, the evidence remained on his abdomen, cold and wet. Mind drunk with lingering emotions, he crouched in silence between the trees, blood seeping from the wounds he carved into his flesh. A light snow was falling around him, silently frosting the darkened landscape in a pale white veil. He rose, moving like a deadman with eyes blank and hollow toward the city, unable to sit still for fear he'd tear his own body apart. The blood relaxed him; calmed him, yet it excited him in another way. A different way from sexual lust, yet was quite similar. Crimson gaze, so like the garnet shade of spilled blood, flickered with a new life as he crawled between the boards nailed over a window on a house. He was a monster. The need to cut, to mutilate, to kill driving through him like a venemous dagger. He laughed -- a soft sound that slipped quietly past his lips as the boy fell to the floor in a heap for fur and limbs. He lay still where he was, unmoving from where gravity had thrust him at random against the dusty, wooden boards. But the night was far from over; it had only just begun. - Hybrid Holocaust - 12-09-2007 [html]
- Samael Lykoi - 12-10-2007 [html] There was laughter, emitting from a form that crept through the boards and bore eyes of equally blood-red. He shifted where he was, finally moving from where he lay to push himself into a sitting position as the other crept closer. It was sickening, the way this creature uttered her name; that beautiful creature whom he'd kill for without a moment's notice. Yet the sound that hissed past his own lips was something else other than blatant anger. A laugh -- a sharp laugh that rang of hatred, of lust, of desperation, and the sickness that crept through his soul. Fangs bared with the lingering emotion, crimson eyes glowed darkly as he regarded the other. He'd caught him at his weakest, plagued by the affliction that left him so weak and mortal. A sordid desire that held him eternally in its clutches. Hybrid leaned down before him, obviously amused and mocking to the point that it infuriated Samael immensely. A flash of motion as his hand whipped out, reaching to grab at the hair at his head, aiming to inflict pain by digging in his nails and pulling. "Well," he hissed softly, a horrible, manical grin spreading across his lips. "Why don't you make me forget about her, then?" He was no stranger to fucking males, despite his apparent affinity for females. He'd fucked the ghosts and demons that passed through his conciousness leaving only bits and pieces of memory behind. And he'd fucked his mother's lover when she vanished without a single word of farewell. - Hybrid Holocaust - 12-10-2007 [html]
- Samael Lykoi - 12-13-2007 [html] He knew he would die. That one day his soul would part from it's mortal cage to the world beyond, but such a thought did not frighten him. Nothing frightened him any longer. For death was the most primal of fears, ingrained into those who knew their time would come, but to die did not mean the end to Samael. He was a demon born from hell, simply borrowing a form of flesh and bone to inflict destruction on this world. That was his mission, his goal, and his destiny, pure and simple. No, to die just meant returning from whence he'd come, to go back home with the devils and hellfire, and so such a thought meant nothing to the boy. He knew blood, death, and pain -- craved it and lusted for it. Poison flowed through his veins, leaving him mad as his mind frayed slowly at the seams. The madness was prevalent in his eyes, a wildness that held only hatred and the sadistic desires he'd like to inflict on others. Samael loved no one. No one save Kaena. He was hollowed inside, unable to feel anything but the pain as claws ripped through his flesh. A breath exhaled sharply between his teeth, eyes half-lidded as Hybrid sunk his nails into his arm. His arm drew back, slashing him a deep mark across his chest that oozed and dripped with dark crimson. Veiled behind a sheet of dark, matted hair, a dull, hoarse laugh broke from his lips. "Oh, but don't be," he said, voice drunk with the feel of his own blood on his skin. His grin widened, muzzle lifting toward the other from behind his hair, leaning toward him as he spoke. "After all, a whore desires anyone, does he not?" he breathed, lips close to the other's face. "I wonder how you'd look all covered in blood?" he inquired lightly, hand suddenly lifting as he swiftly dragged his claws down Hybrid's chest, hard enough to draw blood to the surface. - Hybrid Holocaust - 12-21-2007 [html] [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 03-07-2008 [html] i am so out of it. :| Pain was beauty. Pain was pleasure. This creature didn't enjoy pain as he did, grabbing his wrist to stop the tearing of his flesh beneath Samael's claws. How sad. How fun. It'd make it so much more worthwhile when he made him bleed. To tear his flesh and feel the anger and misery radiate off his body. Coyote merely grinned in response, allowing him to move in closer, yet he wouldn't go down without a fight. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he breathed, words coming out a dull hiss between bared fangs. "To rip me and tear me apart? Rape and fuck the little whore?" He laughed, amused. "Go ahead, make me bleed," Samael continued, suddenly lunging forward toward the other male with fangs bared, aiming to mark his throat and anything he could reach with his teeth; to taste the metallic blood on his tongue. - Hybrid Holocaust - 03-09-2008 [html] [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 03-09-2008 [html] Destruction. Torn from his mortal cage in a maelstrom of physical feeling, bleeding and knowing he was alive as the fire faded from his eyes. Devils didn't bleed. Devils didn't feel and weep and perish like mortals did from their temporary state that was but a moment in eternity. He wanted to feel and to make others feel during the time spent within the body granted by his mortal mother, that beautiful she-demon Kaena. Jaws found their mark on the other's flesh, sinking teeth into his skin and drawing forth the salty, metallic blood that oozed and dripped onto his own body. Fangs tightened, excited by the rumbling snarl that erupted from deep within Hybrid's chest and the flinching of his body as the pain struck him. Claws tore at the back of his own neck, attempting to pry his grip from about his throat and ease the deadly hold he currently held. He wanted to choke him; to hang on and bite and tear until the life flickered from behind his eyes. As the breath escaped his lungs and the blood from his veins, leaving him just on that ecstatic point at the edge of life and death. To feel and breath that fear that sent chills up his spine and left him on the verge of sanity. It was such a fragile thing, life and the way the soul held onto it's mortal cage, and it excited him how easily it was held in his hands. How one wrong move could mean the end of one's existance. Laugh hissed past his teeth muffled in fur, eyes dancing beneath half-lids as he tried to hang on and tighten his hold while the other tore and ripped at his neck and spine, leaving trails of blood and deep wounds in the path of his nails. He'd show him pain. He'd show him pleasure. - Hybrid Holocaust - 03-10-2008 [html] [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 03-11-2008 [html] xxxxxHe could see the life fading in his eyes. Hear the ragged note in his breath and the shiver through his body at it's last attempts to fight away the cold grip of death. It intoxicated him — left him drunk with pleasure as fangs held on tight to Hybrid's throat. His own blood was spilling, trailing down his back and body in warm waves of crimson, but like a dog he'd hold his grip until his own last breath escaped from his body. Hybrid's tactic changed, leaving his neck alone to rip and tear at his face and throat, fighting and struggling in any way possible to hang onto life. It was beautiful, so fucking beautiful. Eyes closing against the endless onslaught of attacks, he used Hybrid's weakened, frantic state against him to push himself up and push him onto his back, finding himself on top straddling the other. xxxxxJaws finally released their hold, letting go of his matted, bloodied throat. Blood spilled from the wounds Hybrid had carved into his face, dripping into his eyes, nose and mouth and from his muzzle onto the other. He looked more like the monster he truly was now, covered in blood and gaping wounds and hair matted with the thick crimson. "Do you feel it?" he asked, breath a dull hiss as it exhaled past his lips. He could taste them both in his mouth now, muzzle leaning in close to Hybrid's face. "The icy grip of death, as life flees your veins?" A laugh followed suit, claws finding their way into his hair and sinking into his scalp, pulling viciously. - Hybrid Holocaust - 03-11-2008 [html] [/html] - Samael Lykoi - 03-12-2008 [html] xxxxxHybrid was angry. Lips twisted in a vicious grin, muzzle wrinkled wickedly as he inhaled the blessed air, returning to life with each breath. A snarl was given in reply, growl ripping past his lips as Samael's nails bit into his scalp. Suddenly, he was pulled into a violent kiss, lips smashing against the other's as claws raked the back of his head, dragging down as his as they were pressed together. He was aroused. Anger and the near brush with death had turned him on, tearing apart Samael with his sadistic desires. Shuddering at the beautiful agony as nails clawed through his flesh, burning and tingling in the wake of the bloodshed, he braced himself with his free hand and began to move beneath Hybrid's grasp, rubbing his own arousal against the other. Grinding and thrusting against him, he could feel Hybrid beneath him and smirked, tongue snaking out between his teeth to brush again his lips. |