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Izual | FD to October 25th

POSTED: Mon Oct 23, 2017 8:43 pm

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.


OOC:

Horrible things happening here, don't look lol

[500+]

IC:

A night out of Anathema helped clear her head. Jamming her knife into a large man's abdomen twenty-eight times seemed to do the trick. What also helped was that Izual was there—he had held the man in place as her knife entered and exited his stomach—and had, admittedly helped Charlie get him there to begin with. She was small; however, what she adored about herself more than anything, was her relentless fighting style; hallmarked by an alarming toughness, and witfully-vicious knife-work. A new cut stung below her eye, along her cheek, but she thought of it as a sign of strength. After all, the man was dead and she was not.

The two of them made it back home, and it was rather late. Since Izual had carried the body most of the way home, she decided it logical that she dig the hole for the purpose of saving time. When that was all sorted out, she went up the porch, through the back door and down the hall. “Izzy, meet me in the living room, I have a surprise,” she called down the hall, her flat voice almost spectral as it floated through the house. Maybe if she could tease him enough, Charlie could coerce his murderous partner into some sex. Or she could just force herself on him, that had worked before. But then, something completely irregular. “What the fuck!?” The woman shrieked. She stood in the middle of her living room, squinting in the dark at what appeared to be torn fabric on the floor. She moved closer only to discover the couch on which she'd always slept had been torn to shreds by a legion of small teeth. With further investigation, her trophies, which were normally placed on the mantle, were found scattered across the floor. She opened her mouth to say something more, but stopped herself. Her heart knocked against the inside of her chest, and a burning sensation flushed out across her face. Now she wanted to ram her knife into the dead man until her muscles gave in from exhaustion, and still she would count how many times she did it. She ran out of the room, and rounded the corner, her fingers ripping at the edge of the wall where she gripped to keep her footing. Charlie found the shadowy shape of the stairs and ran up them. She burst into the room where her children were sleeping and snatched up the sleeping form of Serana, who she knew had led the way. Only she would think this was okay. The small being held little weight in her hands, and it was without stopping that Charlie pushed her daughter into the far wall, a monstrous, rigid hand clamped across Sera’s tiny throat. Charlie leaned into the girl's face, her mouthful of teeth half an inch away, her dull eyes like two vapid moons. “I should kill you, you insignificant little brat. You and your stupid ideas. You did this. Mother's things should never be touched.” Her horrid, machination of a voice dragged lightly through the dark, over the shrill, pitiful sound of whimpering and choking.
Last edited by Charletter-Ebony Leishman on Sun Oct 29, 2017 1:32 am, edited 3 times in total.
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POSTED: Tue Oct 24, 2017 2:52 am

IZUAL MASSACRE
I've pulled you deep into this dream, now we are locked in

He had been out in the yard, flinging the last bits of Luperci into the deep hole that Charlie had dug moments before. Guts, and limbs, and bones, and death all piled messily into that hole. It was like a gore pit. The Luperci was barely recognizable by now, save for his terror-streaked face. Beneath the four strands of the man’s small intestine lie his bloodied, open-mouthed face, staring up at what little of the stars he could see through all his innards piled above his hollowed corpse. The meat on his bones began to harden, but Izual had taken some aside for later, a midnight snack if you will.

Izual had heard Charlie’s call and placed down the shovel, following the sound of her voice into the back door, but then suddenly becoming very confused when he heard her shriek. He had just reached the living room - finding the shredded couch, the misplaced “trophies” - when he heard yelling upstairs. Yelling and whimpering.

Izual followed with haste upstairs, catching the tail-end of Charlie’s lashing, walking in to find the woman having a tight grip on the brown-coated child’s throat, Serana’s mouth agape and her small limbs flailing desperately to free herself. It would be only a few moments now and they would have one less brat to deal with. They could chuck her in the hole with the Luperci’s 5-foot-long intestine and his curly pieces of brain - like a pig’s tail - tossed around like sprinkles on a cake.

”And who were her accomplices?” he growled, roughly reaching down and plucking Aidan’s hind leg and Dystopia’s tail, purposefully letting them hit the walls as he took them downstairs. ”I don’t think you guys know just how lucky you are to still be alive... Bring the rest of them, Char!” he bellowed behind him, descending the stairs while Dystopia’s head bumped on each bannister rod while Aidan’s head knocked into the wall with each left-foot-step.

Down the stairs they went, and then outside...

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POSTED: Tue Oct 24, 2017 3:25 am

OOC:

ooc here

[300+]

IC:

Charletter’s eyes remained trained on Serana’s small, fear-stricken face. Her little choking sounds heightened, and this called for reprieve from her mother, who lessened the pressure that was on her daughter's neck. Her paws flailed still, and even rubbed at her wrist weakly, as if begging to be let go as the little girl whimpered. It was pathetic.

Izual entered the room, Charlie assuming he’d seen the living room in shambles. He soon left with Aidan and Dystopia, to which Charlie felt quite pleased. She knew where he was going with this, he was going to punish them. Izual’s voice echoed back up the stairs, and Charlie’s gray eyes widened. She pulled Serana off the wall and instead gripped the scruff of her neck, then yanked the whimpering Catharsis from the floorboards and began to make her way down the stairs. “You will never touch my things again after what your father has in store for you,” she gloated, almost with pride — a part of her knew that her children would never destroy anything of her’s ever again so long as they remembered this night. Both children writhed in her strong grasp as she walked down the moonlit hall, then through the back door and down the porch. The smell of their fresh kill festering in the hole was potent, and it became a ravaging stench as she drew closer.

Izual was already standing there next to the hole, half of their litter dangling in his massive hands like two ornaments at the ends of one hideous mobile. She glanced to her partner with a fiendish flick of her frayed tail, and stepped closer to the pit. Charlie looked down into the pool of blood, mushed organs, flesh, fur and bone, all stirred together like a cannibal’s dream dessert a la carte. Charlie loved this idea. Soon she twisted Serana to face her first. Her warring eyes of blue and red and gray were glossy with fear now. Sera, who Charlie believed was the source of the misbehaviour, was afraid. “You want to destroy mother’s things? That is not accceptable. Life is not a game. You want real life? Here it is you stupid girl!” And with that she dropped little Serana into the whole. One profound yelp sounded at the bottom of the gory pit a moment later, and Charlie leaned over the side to watch the small shape scrabble away at the sides of the pit, trying desperately to get out. “Look at her try to get out,” Charlie cackled, pointing with her now-free hand. She looked back to Izual. Apparently the fun hadn’t been over when they’d murdered their last victim of the night.
Last edited by Charletter-Ebony Leishman on Fri Oct 27, 2017 2:23 am, edited 2 times in total.
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POSTED: Fri Oct 27, 2017 2:17 am

IZUAL MASSACRE
I've pulled you deep into this dream, now we are locked in

He had been standing over the hole with his two pups in his hands, both of them wriggling, trying desperately to get out of his uncomfortable grasp. Both of them hung by either their tails or their back legs; the blood was rushing to their skulls as they dangled helplessly over a deep hole. The flies had come for the meat and swarmed noisily around them, almost drowning out Charlie’s message. Never touch my things again. It was a simple message. The pups had their own things to touch – bones, dismembered tails, balls, and even a dried stomach to chew on and play tug-of-war with.

”You hear that you mangy mutts?” Izual said, holding up both Aidan and Dystopia before his face. ”No touching of the things. Ever. Ever again. None of that. And if you do? Oohoohoo…” he chuckled evilly. ”Well, just think. That punishment will be worse than this one. Maybe next time, we’ll bury you with the fucking bodies!” Then he let go of Dystopia, watching her wriggle as she fell into the hole, yelping as she landed inside of the corpse’s empty cavity. She held up her bleeding foreleg, looking up, but ducking behind the broken ribs as she realized Aidan was coming down next.

Izual threw Aidan into the guts. A softer landing, but a bloodier demise.

”Goodnight, you little fucks!” Then he looked at Charlie before walking back into the house. Now, where did they leave off?

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Word Count: [000] Form: Optime Date: Oct 25 Time: 00 AM/PM

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and watched death go by
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POSTED: Fri Oct 27, 2017 3:06 am

OOC:

...this is a weird post lol

[300+]

IC:

After watching Izual dump half of their litter in a gore-filled hole, the only thing left to do was drop Catharsis in. The pup whimpered in her grasp, but overall did not struggle. The shape just hung from her grip like a limp marionette, strings and all. “Last brat,” Charlie said, dropping the child in alongside its siblings, “in the hole.” Then she turned to go back inside with Izual. Their footsteps made the old boards on the porch creak, and Charlie took Izual’s familiar, bloody musk in. They stepped inside, and just after Charlie closed the door, she walked past Izual, her tail brushing delicately against his leg. She turned to face him and her mouth was opened in a small smile.

Long-fingered hands were brought toward his face, slowly, and began to rub his cheeks, then they trickled down the strong slope of his neck, and finally arrived at his chest. Her pallid eyes blinked at him. “Eight,” she told him, but knowing he would need more, she elaborated. “Tonight marks my eighth kill, Izzy,” she whispered, as if this was the most intimate thing she could have shared with him. It meant a lot to her, knowing that she had murdered eight and she was still alive. She was still here to feel up Izual’s body and make him want her. “You wanna do something tonight?” She asked forthrightly, her tone playing at something devious. Then one hand began to slide lower, over his stomach, down the ridges of his abdomen, but was suddenly pulled away. Charlie began walking down the hall, the subtle sound of a knife being drawn filling the dark tunnel between them. “Just have to put an eighth tally above the door,” her voice urged. A dragging sound. Footsteps. A low scraping and the familiar sound of steel, and Charlie had put a third jagged line after a full group of five. Eight. But still she wanted more. Then her voice again, this time from further down the hall somewhere. “Come find me, Izual. Be careful. I have a knife,” she teased. Then footsteps again, softer this time until they faded away.
Last edited by Charletter-Ebony Leishman on Sat Dec 16, 2017 6:31 am, edited 1 time in total.
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POSTED: Sun Oct 29, 2017 12:43 am

IZUAL MASSACRE
I've pulled you deep into this dream, now we are locked in

He was the first to get back into the house, but her touch stopped him in his tracks entirely by the door. Long fingers touched his face, while his own hands found her throat, squeezing slightly. By now, they were used to this. She tickled him, he threatened her. She liked it. He liked it. Long, black fingers danced down his abdomen, trailing in a line in the middle, similar to an incision – as if she would cut him over here and now and watch all of his guts spill out onto the floor in front of her. How long would it take for him to drop?

Charlie disappeared into the darkness. A metallic ring tickled the hairs of Izual’s ears. He watched her disappear in the dark, listened as she etched a mark into the wall, and then listened as her footsteps disappeared further into the house. Her voice beckoned him with a slight threat. I have a knife.

Yeah? He had a “sword.”

Izual followed, letting his claws scrape on the grungy, cracked walls as the paint chipped away with their touch. He followed the sound of her heart beat – dull, harmonious, but beating rhythmically – into the room in front of the house. In the darkness, he saw a flash, but he tackled what he thought was her anyway.

How long would it take for him to drop?

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POSTED: Sun Oct 29, 2017 2:02 am

OOC:

Hide and seeek o_O

[400+]

IC:

She adored the reactability of that which surrounded her. Everything she did—whether it was a stone-throw or a grin in the dark—it rippled through her world like water. Everything caught the vibrations she bid, with every push there was pull, and with every word, every action she performed, the minds around her followed suit. Here she poked Izual’s temptations: his thirst for violence, the undeniable hunger for sex as a man. He wanted her, and she knew it.

There came larger, more heavy steps into the room where her trophies remained strewn across the floor. She knew the general area in which they were in, so she avoided that patch of floor not wanting to harm her precious mementos. Still, as she sat there behind a squat cabinet in the corner nearest the window, her ears quirked at the scratchy, whispering screams that poured from the assortment of objects. Jewelry, knives, and playthings—all with one thing in common: her. She could smell Izual now, and as his scent drew ever-near, she sidled deeper into the corner as if attempting to melt into the shadows of the wall. With a sudden scramble, he leapt (whether it was at the appearance of her, or the cabinet, she did not know). Regardless, he struck the wood furniture with a clatter of noise, and it was rammed over with him on top. Charlie, who could just see his outline now, slipped past...however temptation proved all-too strong to keep her from tickling his lower spine with the tip of her cold knife as she moved past his sprawled form there on the floor. She giggled a soft, yet mad little giggle and slinked away, back out into the hall.

This time, her light footsteps echoed in the stairwell, her tail wagging with a devilish delight only seen in the most perverted and cocky of individuals. All the windows were boarded upstairs, too, so she could utilize the dark as if she were a part of the room. The maniac glided into the kid's room now, like one sly, dark liquid that had slipped into one little hole. She took an immediate right, thought of crouching in the closet. No. She stepped away, and instead did something less predictable. With excitement, she laid down in the middle of the room, keeping her body still. It helped that she was of jet black hue, herself. If only she could build a brand new crown, this one made of shadows instead of bones...
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POSTED: Sun Oct 29, 2017 3:44 am

IZUAL MASSACRE
I've pulled you deep into this dream, now we are locked in

His form found something hard and the sounds of his momentum crashing into this object were all wrong. It wasn’t Charlie… it was something else. Izual went down with the large, wide, and tall object, landing on top of it with a very audible crash and scraping the walls with its wooden edges. In the wake of a crushed cabinet and potentially broken items within, he started climbing up from the disaster. The sweet tickle of a blade was felt on his backside and his head snapped around to find her fleeting form disappear up the stairs.

”Sorry about the cabinet,” he muttered, stepping over the mess to follow her.

Upstairs was a whole other demon. He didn’t know the furniture layout too much there either, but he relied on his nose. He followed her scent – even though it was all around the house. The source always smelled the strongest, though. He wouldn’t be able to mistake a blanket for her. At the top of the stairs, he stood still, falling silent, and minimizing his breaths to listen. There was an eerie silence around them that blanketed the atmosphere with a dull ring, though higher-pitched than that of a knife.

First, he walked all the way straight towards the bathroom, which led to the biggest bedroom in the house. Though, within it the ceiling had caved in a while ago, so there wasn’t much bedroom to hide in. Izual, using the bathroom wall to pivot himself, took a deep inhalation in that room. Mold. Dust. Decay. Nope, she wasn’t in there.

Izual crept into the only other room he could access, the other bedroom. With all the bedroom windows boarded up, there were only a few streams of light that offered any hint of anything around him. Standing in the doorway, he eyed the moonlight that spilled in through the space between the boards. He followed its light to the floor, but it did little to reveal anything that could potentially be in his way. Outside, the muffled cries of his children screamed for mercy. Izual’s eyes lingered on the closet door. It being the only hiding place he could see in the room, he avoided it.

He took a wide step into the room, but his foot hooked into something warm, furry, and a bit hard. Izual lurched, trying to catch his balance on something, but there was nothing he could grab onto. He fell forward, catching himself with his arms, finding that he was now nose-to-nose with his target.

”Found you.” And then he grabbed each of her wrists, making sure to grab the one with the knife, and pinned them above her head. ”I win.”

lmfao I love breaking shit
Word Count: [300+] Form: Optime Date: Oct 25 Time: 00 AM/PM

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Izual Massacre
and watched death go by
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POSTED: Sun Oct 29, 2017 4:47 am

OOC:

ooc here

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IC:

For about three minutes, there was a quiet shuffling. First up the stairs, then around the second floor. Finally, Izual wandered his way into the room where she lay down. She peered at his feet, grinning, fingers writhing upon the handle of her blade as if preparing to drive it into one of his shins if he drew near. When he finally did, she reached out to grab his leg and perhaps pull him down, but instead he kicked into her shoulder and fell. For a large being he fell rather gracefully, and landed so they were face to face. Charlie smirked and raised her knife to drive it into the floor right beside his head, but he grabbed her wrists and forced them up and away so only their faces filled the void in the dark.

The Leishman’s eyes were an icy winter, but held a sort of solace, a tangible fabric joy that hadn't been there before as she stared at the murderer before her. “Like shit,” her dull voice rang. “I would've bitten your fucking face off by now if it wasn't the same one I want to stick my tongue into later.” She would take a card from Izual. He had taught her above all else that everything was a weapon when it seemed like none were left. Then her mouth stopped and all at once, there was a cruel, incomplete silence where her children’s voices could just be heard flowing through the cracks of the boarded window. “Sooo,” she purred, gray eyes squinted with an immense longing, “what are you going to do to me in such a vulnerable position, dear Izual?” Her tail swished with a feminine fluidity as she giggled, this time more squeaky and vulnerable in nature yet still accompanied by an unshakable flatness. “Perhaps I might be inclined to fight back…” she whispered, “although, you were quite the spectacle when you bit a nice chunk out of that wolf's shoulder. Holding him there. Leaving him for me, how considerate of you…” She blinked. But something was awry, her face changed subtly, but such things were noticeable in an emotionless countenance such as her’s. “I wish I was similar to you. I long to hold a man by his throat while my knife goes into his chest cavity as many times as I can count before the flesh gets all soft and less of a joy to stab into,” She told him, her breaths filling the air with powerful exhales: she was exciting herself.
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POSTED: Mon Oct 30, 2017 9:17 am

IZUAL MASSACRE
I've pulled you deep into this dream, now we are locked in

He fell awkwardly on top of her, but not on top of her. Their faces were close, within biting distance, so that was interesting. He had found her nonetheless – even though it was by tripping and almost falling on her. He couldn’t be the graceful one all the time. Pinning her wrists above her head, he dipped his own and began ravaging her with breathy, wet, rough kisses starting from her chin, making their way down to her chest where he’d nibble a little harder around her collarbones.

”You won’t be inclined to fight back…” he murmured, busy at his task, dipping lower, and lower, and finally having to let go of her hands. He was wary of that knife, but when did Charlie not have a knife? She wouldn’t want to stab him after he began pleasuring her – or would she?

He dipped below her waist and began delivering the same degree of rough, wet, slobbery kisses to her other set of lips. He made low growls and groans of delight as he worked her. He was still listening to her speak, but by this time, her yammering began to die down as the pleasure undoubtedly began to gyrate through her form – starting at her clitoris.

His head popped up one last time, the fur around his lips glistening wet. ”Don’t get any ideas or I might have to bite; and I doubt you’d like that very much.” Then his head dipped low again, going back to slathering Charlie’s vulva with his venom.

oh man it's hard to find that perfect balance between tasteful & written-porn xD
Word Count: [000] Form: Optime Date: Oct 25 Time: 00 AM/PM

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Izual Massacre
and watched death go by
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