08-24-2009, 11:49 AM
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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.
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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.