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- Haku Soul - 05-26-2009 [html]
He moved slowly, heading towards the lake located in Arachnea's Revenge. Dahlian members could not catch him looking like this. It did not take long before the almost unnatural blue water came into sight. The secui hurried the last yards. He lowered his muzzle to the ground and let go of his now most precious belonging. A part of Svara Thames’ tail, obtained the day before. The Lilium of Dahlia de Mai wagged his tail contently, knowing hers would look similar to his if ever that well. He had crunched and broken her tail several places. She would have to think about expressing feelings with her tail in the future, as pain always would be there with her. She would always remember Haku Soul. Would she still love him now? The man saw little reason to ponder, as it did not really matter. Svara was dead to him, and probably to the rest of the world as well. The man padded out into the cool water, clear blue water slowly changing colour as some of the blood easily let go. The secui started to shift into his full luperci form, aware of the fact that he would have to scrub the blood out of his fur and that this would take a while. It had been worth it. Hell, it had been worth it. - Lillith Stormbringer - 05-26-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... ithban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> She had no set destination, nowhere to go. With the loss of the chosen one, her life had lost its meaning. Lillith’s existence revolved around serving one specific purpose, and that was to fulfill the visionary’s wishes. How could she do that now that the key element was dead? Her life had been planned out from day one; it had never occurred to her that one day she would have to call the shots. She was the sole survivor of Azathoth, a defunct clan remembered by few. But those who remembered would never forget who they were, or what they’d done. The last few days had been a blur. Something had to be done; believers had to be found. Loyalty was the core of all armies. Thus, in order to make a holy legion, she needed a few pawns. The Aquila was also part of the equation, seeing as he was a direct descendant from the wise woman. Gabriel de le Poer was no fool, she was well aware of that. There was no way he’d bow down to anyone, herself included. Getting his trust would require a lot of time and dedication. This was the reason why she never strayed far from coyote territory. Her presence there did not seem to bother him, so why not stick around? Arachnea’s Revenge was on the itinerary today. She had no specific reason to be there, aside from gut feeling. There was something there for her to see, and she would soon find out just who it was. The smell of fresh blood hit her nostrils; it was strangely… intoxicating. This was just as precursor as to how good of a day this would turn out to be. As she threaded a little deeper into the woods, a lake seemingly materialized out of nowhere. While the water was quite impressive to look at, what caught her attention was the fully shifted luperci at the other end. His pelt was stained with the color of hemoglobin. What a beautiful thing he was. As she neared, the madwoman recognized him instantly. He’d been a mere puppy at the time of their last encounter, but even at such a young age, he’d managed to leave a lasting impression on her. “My, my. how you’ve grown.” her voice called out, sounding almost devoid of emotion. - Haku Soul - 05-27-2009 [html] 300+
He shifted slightly in the water, facing her, unable to properly place her in his memory. He needed her help, and she had come to his aid. Things were not complicated. ”I need your help.” the male said plainly, coming to the shore, walking up to the woman. His hand found her wrist and held it in a gentle grip, revealing a strange tenderness when he lifted it to place it on his cream and crimson chest. His grip tensed and forced her sharp nails to pierce his skin, allowing fresh red mingle with the old. Svara had wanted it, but she was a foolish thing, and so she could not be trusted. Haku needed to strengthen his own position first, and the woman with the dark locks was going to help him.
”I’ve been waiting for you.” the male revealed. His words made him completely certain. She was really here. Finally. - Lillith Stormbringer - 05-27-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... ithban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Very few people succeeded in getting an expression out of her, but he’d managed to do so within split seconds. She knew, just by gazing into his eyes of sapphire, that he was a special man. There was a place for him in her life, if he’d only accept her guidance. She knew he would. His mind was already tainted with murder and knowledge of war. Oh, he would be useful indeed. Her lips curled into a cryptic smirk as she pondered the advantages of having him by her side. Then he came to her, seeking her assistance in a way that made her head spin with liberating satisfaction. “And I need yours,” she murmured, allowing him to grab a hold of her wrist. Eyes of aquamarine watched with great fascination as he guided her hand to his chest and applied pressure, making his intentions clear. She didn’t need to know the reason why, it mattered very little to her. If blood was what he wanted, then that’s what he’d get. Charcoal claws willingly dug into his skin, making way for more vital fluid. A salmon-colored tongue slithered out of her mouth then, gingerly running over the fresh wound. He tasted like heaven. She repeated the process several times, tearing through flesh wherever his hand brought her next. Shivers of delight travelled up her spine every time blood was drawn. The madwoman hadn’t felt this good in a very long time. “You’re mine now.” He was hers in every way. She’d tasted his blood; Haku Soul flowed through her veins. Her new little toy. - Haku Soul - 05-28-2009 [html] 300+
He cupped her delicate face, thumb brushing her cheek lovingly, as a lover would. She was like fire to touch. A hand quietly settled on her back and steered her closer. The hand that was beneath her chin slowly brought the woman closer to his throat. ”Make me yours.” he quietly suggested, the symbolism of his words connecting her that of a Vampire. In the end, that was what she was. A demonic power imprisoned in a luperci’s body. Daughter of the Night. The Lilium had to reach the Rosea and the Adonis before his enemies could, and the female already played with willingly. She would grant him salvation and immunity from those who wanted to see him fall. It had started with Svara, and symbolized the beginning of what had to be. That was why Lillith was here.
The man let a quiver run though his body as the woman’s name slithered into his conscience. He remembered her. Haku’s mother had failed to recognize her as what she was, but he had not. Four years later and they were now together again. The long wait was over. - Lillith Stormbringer - 05-28-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... ithban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> His invitation was irrefutable. There was a silent plea in his eyes, a yearning that grew with every wound inflicted. Something beautiful was hiding within the depths of his mind, waiting for the right moment to wreak havoc upon to world. Lillith wanted to tame it and make it hers, too. Once again, she followed his guiding hand and moved closer to his throat. His pulse reverberated through her brain; the rhythm of his heart was mesmerizing. She was savoring every moment, inhaling his scent with fervor. Her jaws parted, revealing two rows of pearly whites. She would make him hers; right here, right now. Sharp fangs pierced through his neck, puncturing the skin with an adept preciseness. Although critical veins and arteries had been avoided, his pain would be magnificent. The ashen femme did not retreat right away, obviously enjoying the tainted blood that slid down her throat. She’d never tasted anything like it before. It was strangely addicting. Greed kept her hanging on, long enough for her to enjoy a few more seconds of divine goodness. Lillith felt his body starting to weaken, and that’s when she pulled away. A hand was brought up to his neck, where it applied firm pressure onto the wound. Running her tongue over the tip of her muzzle, she allowed her gaze to meet his once more. Her mind was still reeling from the experience. Words could not express how good it had been. “Have you had enough yet?” Because she could go on for days, if he wanted her to. - Haku Soul - 05-29-2009 [html]
- Lillith Stormbringer - 05-29-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... ithban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> She didn’t respond when he thanked her, selecting a nod over pointless words. Her stomach churned with anticipation, sensing that something grandiose was to come. The warmth of his body faded away as he slumped to the ground, and she mirrored his movements with a little more grace. He had given her a taste of heaven and now it was impossible to stay away. It was the open wound, the smell of blood, his touch, all of it was so damned addicting. It hadn’t even occurred to her that she’d crossed the line by inflicting him with a near fatal injury. It was only when he spoke again that she noticed his ragged breathing. And even then, she did not worry too much about it. He was a demon, and his strength was draconian. This was nothing compared to what he could withstand. What plans was he talking about? Her eyes narrowed then, clearly baffled by his comment. She did not care whose life he’d ruined; he would ruin many more at her side. “Sinners must be punished.” she said simply, referring to the victim. Her statement was meant to rid him of any remorse, although it did not seem like he had any. Another inquiry passed his lips, and Lillith froze. Gabriel de le Poer had asked the same question. People kept on questioning her presence, as if she belonged elsewhere. “Because I’m needed here.” This answer was different from the one she’d given the archangel. “To rid the world of filth.” She smiled then, taking his spare hand into hers. The world was theirs to take. - Haku Soul - 05-30-2009 [html]
- Lillith Stormbringer - 06-04-2009 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... ithban.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> He had the common sense not to question her any further. It pleased her to see that he respected her boundaries; Lillith’s beliefs were not meant to be explained, nor were they meant to be understood. That’s what made him the ideal candidate: the fact that he really didn’t give a damn what she believed in. Another nod was provided as he repeated the word that bound them together; filth. Her duty was to weed out the bad apples, and his was to execute them. Wasn’t their chemistry beautiful? She had found her very own Grim Reaper. One of his claws pricked the palm of her hand, and Lillith could only watch as he lowered his muzzle to the barely noticeable wound. A few droplets of blood escaped the confinements of her skin, and she granted him a brief taste of purity. It reminded her of Christ’s wounds, the way he had punctured her right in the middle. Whether it had been intentional or not on his part, the madwoman found the act to be mind-blowing. Aquamarine orbs gleamed with a blue-green fire, a fervent desire triggered by the inflicted wound. “Make it deeper,” she murmured, her eyes wide with obvious fascination. - Haku Soul - 06-14-2009 [html]
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