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- Halo Lykoi - 08-20-2009 [html]
- Samael Lykoi - 08-23-2009 [html] The carrion crows were picking out his eyes, removing all traces of the bloodred gaze that once shone from that hollow skull. Withered black wings were broken and crumpled, held at unnatural angles as picked, bleached bones protruded from shadowy feathers. Maggots crept through his flesh, crawling beneath his skin and devouring him alive while a strangled cry died in his torn, gaping hole of a throat. He opened his eyes, baring snow-white fangs at the muted sunshine that shone through the broken glass. Thunder rumbled in the distance, warning the coyote of an approaching storm, but he could have cared less about a little rain and lightning. Rising, sleep ever evaded the beast, always alert and on edge for the creeping shadows that longed to steal his flesh. But he didn’t need sleep—sleep was too close to death, lying dormant and vulnerable, simply awaiting demons to tear into your soul. Samael simply couldn’t stand for that. The ravens cried, flocking around the outside of the building as the coyote slunk into the brilliant, external world—black cloak wrapped around his streamline form. He could see Them, eyes hollow and vacant, decay breathing from their flesh. Lost souls eternally damned to wander the earth in limbo, ever unable to attain paradise or hell. They moved for him, calling his name in longing, pitiful tones while reaching with barren, bony fingers. They wished for him to join them, wandering the mortal realm as though he had no place better to be. He sneered, again showing deadly teeth behind blackened lips. The scent of Inferni and a hybrid lured him onward, moving into the darkness of a building to watch the girl gathering supplies. Claws sunk into the wooden frame of the door, watching her every movement with sanguine vision. A crimson chaos star, symbol of the Lykoi’s blood, was branded onto her chest just as his arm, and he smiled—a deadly, devastating expression devoid of any true affection. Suddenly, he became aware of a dark desire and the Prince of Fear immediately knew he wanted a taste, whomever this strange little Lykoi girl might be. Lykoi meant perfection, and Lykoi meant Kaena. That was worth far more than the simple scent tag of Inferni lingering in her coyote colored coat. “Little Lykoi, who are you?” Samael inquired sweet as sin, stepping further into the shadows toward the creature. - Halo Lykoi - 08-23-2009 [html]
- Samael Lykoi - 08-23-2009 [html] It mattered little to Samael whether or not his lovers shared blood, and if anything the demon preferred those who bore the Lykoi name. Their blood held perfection, and he desired it’s taste, as apparent in his love for Kaena and his actions with his little sister. Age, gender, or ties of family did nothing to deter him from getting what he wanted. And this little girl looked tasty and new—someone he’d yet to encounter, yet bore the crimson star of his mother proudly across her chest. The smile lingered on his face, twisting scarred features into an expression worthy of fear in a soul unaccustomed to beings such as himself. Halo was her name, apparently, and it drew amusement across his lips, smoldering in blood-red eyes. Somehow, if this girl was a true Lykoi, he doubted the title suited her, suggesting angels and purity unworthy of their kind. A fallen angel more like it, dark with bloodstained wings and bleeding eyes. “Samael,” he responding, answering with his own given name just as she had—Lykoi already obviously assumed between them. He hadn’t asked for just her name in his inquiry though, despite it’s apparent simplicity. Unspoken, he’d also wished to learn exactly who she was: where she’d come from, who’d sired or borne her, who exactly told her of the Lykoi line and were the tellings worthy and accurate. Briefly, he could only wonder whether or not she was some illegitimate child he himself had spawned, but already he knew that wasn’t possible without asking. He hadn’t slept with any women proud enough of their Lykoi lineage, and he’d never seen the girl before this moment himself, so that was out of the question. But who had fathered her? Or given birth to her? “Who are your parents?” he asked more directly now, desiring information as much as he desired the little girl. The coyote moved further into the room, sensing uncertainty within the child and longing to turn that uncertainty into pure, unadulterated fear. Fear was what he lived on, breathing in it’s delicate fumes like sweet, deadly poison. - Halo Lykoi - 08-23-2009 [html]
- Samael Lykoi - 08-24-2009 [html] She knew of his father and that interested him. Obviously, this girl already knew about him, and yet he knew nothing about her so far. How unfair. She remained uneasy, distrusting him despite her attempts to keep a cool composure on the outside. Pink tongue slid between his teeth, tracing a line across the edge of his lip as he contemplated. Astaroth was dead. Other than siring Samael and his siblings, and nearly killing Kaena, the fucking bastard had been completely worthless. Hearing of his latest deed before his demise, the coyote himself would have hunted him down and taken his life had his mother not done it already. No one touched Kaena Lykoi and lived—Samael would see to that. Her face showed utter revulsion at the mention of her parentage and for only a moment the beast was curious. But he grinned once he realized, knowing the name of his traitorous brother. “I see you’re a bit smarter than that brother of mine,” he stated coolly, referring to the fact that Halo had obviously immersed herself within the Lykoi legacy and Inferni itself—utterly loyal as it seemed. But contempt could be faked and loyalties pretended just as an actress in a play. Only time could tell if this girl meant what she appeared to believe, holding herself above the bastard that betrayed his own blood and clan. Inferni had never meant much to Samael. It had been nothing more than a waiting point for the creature. And when his memory fled in the throes of sickness, he’d fled the land as his body faded, nearing death and darkness before his proper time. He’d thought of overthrowing the current king, his half-brother, in the past and reigning over his mother’s former kingdom, but he wasn’t sure he desired something so minimal. His reaches far outweighed a simple coyote clan whose numbers dwindled further and further with the passing of each day. And he would use them for nothing more than inflicting chaos onto the lands, wrecking havoc wherever he could. They might not even be able to stand up to that, destroyed within his hands like a fragile toy. Their complete loyalty would be paramount, and Samael wasn’t sure he could rely on every single coyote that dwelled within the clan. Bowing his head to his brother’s crown had only been done by force, at the will of his mother’s choice of right-hand man, when he had resided there within Inferni. Only Kaena and the Angel could willingly cause the beast to fall to his knees, lowering his head not like a prince, but a lowly, groveling servant. But for them and only them he would serve until the end of time. “I’m shocked he could father something so lovely,” he purred, fingers brushing across the pale, knotted scars of the opposite forearm—wounds he’d willingly inflicted on himself. Samael adored pain as much as he adored fear, and he could feel the knife-like edges of his claws biting into his skin, tempting the brilliant blood that bubbled just beneath the surface. - Halo Lykoi - 08-24-2009 [html]
- Samael Lykoi - 08-24-2009 [html] The deceiver was slowly gaining the girl’s trust, he could tell, as time wore on and their conversation grew. Trust was essential when betraying a creature or gathering an ally, and this girl he assumed would be more ally than enemy unless she betrayed him first. He wouldn’t hurt her unless she gave him reason to, as his mother’s blood flowing through her veins was automatic protection against the Prince of Fear. Rachias he’d given a choice at first, but she’d angered him and would have hurt her in return had Arkham not stepped in to save the day. Rage burned beneath the surface at the pair of them whenever he thought about that day, remembering his sister’s rejection and his brother’s blind attack. If he ever laid eyes on either of his elusive siblings again he’d probably ease some of his anger with tooth and claw, inflicting wounds in return for their actions against him. Samael could hate his own family as much as love them, and it didn’t hurt him any more than the simple idea of losing valuable blood in their destruction. That litter should never have been, and Samael knew it. They’d stolen his mother’s affection with their birth, replacing perfection with something less and stealing valuable time with Kaena away from him. This girl had not been birthed by Kaena though. She was a grandchild of her’s and thus a generation removed from Samael. Her crimson vision moved across his scars, momentarily stealing away from bloodstained vision to carefully investigate the rest of him. “Of course,” he replied with a beautiful smile that on any other face would have felt warm and inviting. “You are a Lykoi, are you not? All Lykois are born beautiful,” the Prince continued, thinking back on his traitorous brother. They were all granted perfection at birth, but it was life and ultimately choices made along the way that destroyed that beauty. Samael had been born with a perfect coyote face and delicate, elegant features belonging to an angel. He’d ruined that with his scars, whoring himself off to anyone who desired his flesh. Kaena’s scars only added to her beauty, but his own marred his loveliness and stole away from the deceptive beauty that was meant to gain him access to anyone’s heart and soul that he so desired, allowing him to destroy them from the inside out. “But you may be a rarity even among us,” the Prince of Fear continued, sensing a darkness within the girl that only added to her charm. Murder lay within her bloodred eyes, and Samael would love to see that shadow grow, enveloping her until a true monster emerged with more than just dreams of destruction. - Halo Lykoi - 08-24-2009 [html]
- Samael Lykoi - 08-24-2009 [html] Samael enjoyed corruption. His blood was black, branded with hellfire and chaos from both his mother and his father. But darkness was beautiful and he reveled in decay and destruction, adoring the site of exposed bone and broken, bruised flesh. This girl could be just the same. He could see it in her eyes, longing for things not unlike what Samael himself dreamt of every time he closed his eyes. It was a shame he himself had not sired her, but rather his lowly, despicable brother Vitium. He took absolutely no notice of even the children he himself had seeded, but this girl was something different. Wolf’s blood ran strong in her veins—perhaps even stronger than the coyote’s—yet she looked and acted like nothing more than canis latrans. She was just as royal and arrogant as him, and he was severely amused by this notion. Lykoi was a name to hold proudly—even more so than his foolish, useless father Astaroth and his supposed devilish origins. Halo moved closer, eyes lingering on his scars, held fast as though truly fascinated by them. She asked a question he hadn’t been expecting, yet accepted all the same. “Go ahead,” he replied, one clawed hand brushing across his cheek and the scars engraved into the flesh there. He’d pricked his skin with his nails before and the scent briefly touched his nose, lightly entrancing him. He licked the tip of his claw before turning his attention back to the girl, allowing her free access to his face and arms. - Halo Lykoi - 08-24-2009 [html]
- Samael Lykoi - 08-24-2009 [html] Samael had his father’s eyes, but only the shadow of his jet-black coat. He resembled his coyote sire in appearance alone, though, for Kaena and Kaena alone held his deepest devotion. Samael had remained indifferent to Astaroth for most of his life until what his mother had told him he’d done to her. He’d always believed the man nothing more than an empty shell—a hollow husk—to house the seed for his soul and bring it to earth. He was nothing more than a messenger, sent to this world by the unholy prince to bring forth beings truly worth regard and harbingers of destruction. Fondness rose for the girl just as her own trust began to grow for him, knowing he would enjoy encountering this child further. She lifted her hands to touch his face, moving across the scars carved into his flesh. Beneath his left eye was his first scar ever, inflicted by his own half-brother Gabriel as a child. He’d proclaimed the youth a liar and hit him to prove this, as though he could erase Samael’s beliefs with the strike of his hand. But Samael had seen the Angel and nothing his God-fearing brother could do would remove this or make it any less true to him. His right eye was marked by Hybrid in a moment of weakness for the Prince, taking the coyote as something of a favorite lover when his loss for Kaena was at it’s peak, enveloping him in sordid desire. She moved down his neck, touching the deep, peculiar mark Rachias had bitten into his throat when he’d taken her virginity. They moved to the x Onus had made, marking him a monster like he thought himself something better than the dark prince. Finally they trailed to his arms, touching the gashes and scratches Samael had done to himself. It had been a long time since he’d severely marked himself, gouging his flesh to emulate his inner misery. Kaena had returned, and this invoked a feeling of deep content and peace within the monster, even if he would always contain chaos within his soul. But his mother brought forth warmth and things no one else alive could create within him. He cried for her, exposing his weakness and mortality because he loved her like nothing else. He’d revealed his desire to her, unable to be so close to her again after believing her dead for so long and raise barriers since torn down and forgotten. Open nicks and cuts, self-inflicted and not, would always grace his body, but for the time being Samael did not horribly mutilate himself when such solace could be found within his soul. He didn’t find her comment silly—if anything Samael knew himself how he felt about Kaena’s scars. He adored her face and everything about her, and loved the scars he’d known since birth. She was beautiful in his eyes and nothing could ever change that. “You are still young,” he said, amusement lingering in his voice. “One day you will have your own scars. But until then you are as unmarked as a newborn baby,” he purred, half teasing. Clawed hand lifted to her face, brushing her chin as he smirked slightly. “I could give you one now, but that would never be as satisfying as something gained in battle,” he continued, ashamed only of the wounds he’d gained through sheer weakness and stupidity. Those created when on the brink of death tearing a life apart could be worn proudly, even with the coyote prince’s arrogant streak of vanity. “It’s much more fun when some frantic soul is tearing at your face as you end their life,” the beast crooned, reminiscing on the pure pleasure of murder. - Halo Lykoi - 08-24-2009 [html]
- Samael Lykoi - 08-24-2009 [html] With proper practice this girl could become a deceitful bitch, learning to play games with others while quietly destroying them when they least expected it. Samael played with deception nearly every day, especially when encountering wolves, though it was his brother, the Prince of Lies, whom had been named for such an existence. To see the shock of betrayal in ones eyes when you finally turned on them, having lured them close enough to easily reach around their throat and slice open their jugular with your claws. Most creatures were worthless—wolves especially. While Samael didn’t hold the most distinct hatred toward his larger cousins, he’d been taught early on coyotes were the superior species, even if he wasn’t averse to destroying a coyote if it ever came to it. But his entire life didn’t revolve around his hatred of canis lupus. In all honestly, he could have cared less. He simply adored having a living, breathing creature to kill, torturing them until they begged and prayed for death’s sweet release. Then hell could have them until he returned home himself. She wasn’t strong enough—that was what she believed. And maybe she was right, born into a body too small to take on a fully muscled adult male wolf, even in her prime. But what ever she lacked in physical strength she could make up in mental prowess if she truly set her mind to it. She could destroy with clever traps and tricks, killing without running forth and beating the shit out of someone with her fists like some primitive beast. “Beautiful,” he whispered at her desire, baring fangs in delight. “But if you are smarter than a wolf, you can destroy them using entrapment and weapons,” Samael stated, offering his advice to the youth, if she didn’t already know. He knew nothing of her collection of rats and her sadistic pleasure in feeding canines to them, watching them devoured while still alive. If so, he would have admired such ingenuity, further impressed with the dark-souled child. “Brute strength isn’t everything. Catch a wolf in a pretty little cage and tie it up, then it’s all yours to play with and do as you desire.” - Halo Lykoi - 08-25-2009 [html] 300+ This reply is not great The girl grimaced, disappointed in herself. Kaena was a fighter. Although it was not as apparent in the young girl’s optime form, her lupus and secui forms closely matched the size of a common female wolf. She did not particularly love her four legged forms, because she loved playing around with her ornaments and her guns. Yes, her lovely guns. She felt immature and small compared to the Lykoi in front of her, but everyone had to start somewhere and she had yet to hit one year of age. She could not be utterly perfect from the start. She looked up at the confident man, hungrily taking in every word coming out of his mouth. Her face broke into something terrible when he suggested being smarter than a wolf. Hell, if Addison had not had her allies, she would have had the wolf’s bones to decorate by now. She nodded though, and she wanted nothing more than to try it all over again. Did he know much about the prolonged activities of torture? Though, if Kaena could tear and claw things to death, then so could she. The young girl was sadistic beyond anything and preferred other and different methods. She saw it as entertainment rather than survival. As hestati of Inferni, she should be trained in fighting skills in any way though. Addison was a closed chapter, and the girl had not yet through much about any possible retaliation from those parts. That was what she should be prepared for though. She was still just a little girl that did not bother to do her consequence analysis before she struck. Inferni provided her with some protection, right? No one knew of her little trick with the rats, and if any loser wolf would come to the borders and complain, Halo would simply deny everything. She had lost a whole cage of her killer rodents, was that not enough payment for what she had done? ”Are you familiar with such activities?” She cocked her head innocently to the side, thinking it was a shame that he smelled of loneliness when she would have loved to have him closer. What would happen when he decided it was time to leave? Would it be a single meeting and nothing more? The girl felt her heart flutter lightly at that thought, wondering if this was another creature that she would get obsessed with. - Samael Lykoi - 08-25-2009 [html] Samael only really used his four-legged forms to travel or in a battle that required brute strength. His secui form was intended for battle—stocky and well muscled like a powerful machine with a proper point of balance on all four paws. This child was still young. She had much time to grow and develop into a true monster. But until then she could catch a wolf and kill a wolf on her own terms, ensnaring one in a cage and then slowly, meticulously destroying it. He reveled in pain and torture, and thus far it seemed this female did as well. In an old building Samael had found a hospital and there he’d trapped his test subjects, slowly cutting them apart while still alive. Mainly, his targets had been small animals, but he’d never been averse to a full-grown wolf in it’s prime whenever available. If anything, that was his preferred subject, their bodies large enough to study details and their screams that much more satisfying. It had been a long time since he’d visited his lab, but he still possessed his deadly scalpels in the bag whose strap was slung across his scarred chest. “Of course,” he responded, and reached into his bag to show one of his tools of choice—his prized, beloved pets. Tenderly, he removed the silver instrument from its black, leather-bound case and held it delicately between his fingers. “This is a scalpel. Human doctors used them to perform surgery—or to cut into living subjects to get at what was within.” The sight of flesh parting so easily beneath his fingers enticed the male, and he longed again to cut something apart. He’d never found the soul no matter how hard he’d looked, but he’d seen a heart still beating, watching it slow before his eyes and a pair of lungs still gasping for air. “They’re far more precise than simple fangs and claws,” he continued, and to demonstrate, he lifted his hand and slowly, carefully sliced a mark across the back of his wrist. It bloomed red, blood welling to the surface where it lingered a moment before trailing down his arm in a thin crimson line. He offered it to Halo to examine while his wounded wrist lifted to his lips, licking away the blood he himself had inflicted. “It’s best to keep them alive for as long as possible. When you’re finished, they’ll be praying to God above for release to their earthly misery. Then, as a kindly, indulgent master, you may end their suffering,” the Prince of Fear added, crimson eyes smoldering maliciously and lips curved into a wicked expression. Blood tinged the tip of his tongue as he spoke, dying salmon pink a deep, deadly hue. - Halo Lykoi - 08-25-2009 [html] 300+ Lol, I love that table! Reminds me of the white rabbit in Monty Python and the holy grail XP Her eyes sought for what he was reaching out for in the backpack now, ruby glittering now despite the gloomy light the shop had to offer. The scarred man with the blood coloured eyes had captured her in his hand and she prayed that he would never let her go. She wanted to reach out to touch and explore, but waited patiently for her uncle to show her whatever he was showing her. Her breath was caught in her throat as he held the deadly tool delicately between his fingers. Her lips parted in quiet wonder. No words were spoken, because there was nothing to say. She had never seen such an instrument before, and it shimmered beautifully and pure in the scarce light. She could instantly understand why it seemed to be one of his most beloved tools. Oversized ears pointed forwards, greedily taking in every word that the man now spoke. Those copper ears flicked backwards against her skull instantly when the man drew the instrument across his wrist where it left a crimson streak. She wanted reach out for him and stop those precious drops from escaping. It never occurred to the girl that this man, a man she barely knew, could so easily cut her up and take her life. No, already the man seemed to have her trust. This scalpel was offered to her before she could reach out to put pressure on the cut he had given himself. So small and delicate, but so deadly. The girl investigated the blade and its handle, stroking the simple looking metal with adoration. Even her beloved rodents seemed to fade compared to this. Fuck, yes. Master. She liked the way he talked. No, she loved the way he talked. A messiah that had revealed himself to her. There was blood on the blade. The girl touched the blood lightly with a blackened talon and brought it to her tongue, tasting the red fluid. Her head churned with the possibilities that this instrument could turn into reality. He had sliced through the skin like a dull knife into soft butter. She needed one of these. ”Beautiful.” was all that she could whisper. It truly was. - Samael Lykoi - 08-29-2009 [html]
- Halo Lykoi - 09-06-2009 [html] 300+ I'm sorry for wait! Should probably wrap this up soon. When the man revealed that she could keep the beautiful instrument, Halo could feel her cheeks blush delicately. It was too much. She did not even know this uncle. Hell, she had never thought she would meet him. Her Lykoi and de le Poer family was large, but there were surprisingly few around. Or, there were few of them nowadays. It had seemed like the number had steadily rose with Halo and her siblings’ appearance at the Inferni borders, but the numbers seemed to be dwindling again. Halo was deadly disappointed with her siblings. Vitium had failed in many ways in his past, but he had raised his children to be strong and dependable individuals. Halo was the only one left now. Perhaps Jael, but she had not seen him around lately. Perhaps she would have to take a tour through the lands and see if he too had left her behind. She hoped not. Enigma was already in her black book, and she did not want to add Jael too soon. Were they not supposed to stay together? Samael would nevermore be a mere acquaintance. The Lykoi girl already looked up at him with stars in her eyes. Her father’s stories fitted the current mental picture she had of Samael so well. Deadly and wonderful. Ruby eyes drowned in the glinting metal. She was beyond words. The girl’s mind numbing smile lighted up the room with complete ease. An excited nod followed right after, promising to use it very well. She had investigated the insides of her less fortunate rodents, but with such a marvellous instrument, everything would get so much easier. Her uncle had already shown her how sharp it was, and truth be told things sometimes got a bit messy with mere claws and jaws to go by. Now she could softly cut through skin and organs with a whole new level of control. She wanted to run straight out of the building and head for the first wolf she saw. A rodent would be her first victim, though. She could not allow her excitement loosen up the control and have her chase silly thoughts. ”I will try it out the moment the opportunity rises. I love it.” Halo rarely loved. Now there were four things in total she loved. Herself (of course), Kaena, her rodents and this wonderful human instrument. The girl already thought that the list of beloved things in her list was long, but little did she know that Samael too would quickly prove to become one of her absolute favourite souls ever. - Samael Lykoi - 10-08-2009 [html]
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