M - you throw stones

China Rose Lykoi · 02-20-2011, 05:21 AM

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WARNING This thread contains: strong language, drug usage, strong violence, or strong sexual content starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.

Date: 20 February

Setting: The Waste

Time: Dusk

Character Form: Optime

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Darkness was closing in.

Tendrils of ravenwing stole upwards towards the faintly blue sky, but day clung to life yet, and would not relinquish its hold on the world without a fight. This strange battle for dominance, that which the pale light of the sun was doomed to lose, cast strange shadows on the white world below.

Feeble sunrays had yet to fully melt the snow that had fallen in the storm, but it was no longer a hindrance to the figure that walked in its midst. She was a delicately crafted creature, spun of silvers and dashed with a soft blushing hue; a songbird, caged with madmen behind bars topped with skulls. But China was a fickle beauty, almost tedious in the flighty lightness of her nature, and the thought of containment did not occur to her young and peaceful mind.

It was too cluttered with thoughts of another to focus on the dull reality of the cold and cruel world around her. The boy with the golden hair and the bleeding eyes haunted her mind, and in these moments of solitude, it was he that stole her vague attentions. She wandered absently, trailed by an obedient plume of smoke that wafted from the small cylinder held poised between blushing fingers, and sometimes cream lips. The eggshell blue of China's eyes was glazed with the potency of the herb she smoked, having stock taken from her sister's finest batches. Enjoying the cotton swell with each deep inhale, the silver-dappled princess allowed her mind to wander hopelessly.

She found herself crossing the icy waters of a small river, splashing and frolicking a moment in the shallows before moving on. The land around her was home; Inferni. She wandered wherever she wanted, without fear of punishment or harm. This may have been a deluded thought, but it persisted nonetheless, and thus far it had been proved correct countless times. However, this may have been less for the fact that she was within Inferni territory, and more due to the blushed strip on her slender maw that marked the girl as Mafia property - a Lykoi.

This connection was undeniably furthered by her inexplicable similarity in appearance to Inferni's Matriarch and China's grandmother, Kaena. The girl bore a striking resemblance to the older woman, and were it not for the extra tan on her hands and feet and the mirthful, deviant blue of her eyes, the similarity might have been startling.

As stars began to wink in the bruised sky overhead, the young lady began to hum a mild, sweet tune to herself. The growing shadows nipped hungrily at her heels.

Samael Lykoi · 02-20-2011, 11:09 PM

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This place called to him, reminding him of what he desired, but could not have. To touch the sun would melt his wings of wax and send him plummeting hopelessly into the ocean below. As high as the birds flew, they could never reach heaven. Sheol beckoned, reminding him where he belonged. The Angel’s pale, radiant skin peeled away, flecking from bleached bone and hollow, blackened eyes. A skeletal laugh rang in his ears. Life was suffering. He would never willingly cross the line of vacant, smirking skulls, though he watched them from afar. He remained in the part of the Waste that wasn’t yet claimed—free land, where he was perfectly permitted to walk without confrontation. The heady, musky scent of smoke reached him first. The girl’s appearance was shocking, sending him into an uncertain state, peering on for a time from out of sight.

She looked so much like her, save for the eyes, the russet splashes across her limbs, and the lack of scars that marked Kaena as a queen in his eyes. He rose to his full height, slinking from the brush and into a range where he might be discovered. He wasn’t particularly close to her, where she walked, but he was close enough that he’d been able to watch her, downwind, beyond detection. The sky had begun to darken and he seemed to melt into the shadows—his coat filling out with natural shadow each winter, leaving him closer to a representation of his now deceased sire. He drew nearer, curiously, slowly. He only paused when he was within a few yards of her. “Fuck me,” he said aloud, gazing at her, again alarmed and enthralled by the similarity in their appearances.

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China Rose Lykoi · 02-21-2011, 01:08 AM

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Ahead loomed the gaunt and otherwordly gateway into the freeland. Sockets melted from crowns bleached white by the relentless weather; shattered jaws hung in ghastly silent screams. Unaware of her wraithly watcher, China moved forth. She stopped aside one of the gruesome markers, a cracked white skull with maw stretched wide in a parody of laughter. In the fading light, it looked eerily alive, daring her to pass through its phantom embrace.

From the small satchel of leather and plaited reeds that bumped against the young and tender sway of her waist, china withdrew two wilted winter aconites. The yellow flowers reminded her of the golden boy, and she was smiling as she placed them in the skull's staring eyesockets.

Heady smoke plumed from between her fingers as the hippie girl stepped back to admire her work; to eyes of sinister intent, the skull now appeared to have glowing yellow eyes nestled in its craved head. To China, it appeared more peaceful in death than it had before.

Fuck me. With a small yelp of surprise, the silvery mockangel whipped to face the darkness beyond the skulls. That, out there, was not-Inferni. That was wild land - Land that she craved and loved, much as she was drawn the the territory of the coyotes. But now it seemed it held within its leafy breast the shadowy heart of an impostor, or was he a friend? Blue eyes peered, large pupils swelling to capture the remaining light so that she might see who it was who commanded the shadows to adorn his pelt.

The man's outline was barely visible. Like a lamb to the slaughter, China took a few hesitant steps towards him, and passed beyond the safety of blood-stained Inferni soil. "Hello?"

Samael Lykoi · 02-27-2011, 11:59 PM

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Anything that reminded him of Kaena was to be cherished. Even as a child he’d sought out her former lovers, desiring to taste anything that’d tasted her, just to see if they’d still have any trace of her on their skin. He preferred those of Lykoi blood above all else. His sisters, his nieces—anything and everything that reminded him of her he would devour ravenously. His own daughter had felt his addiction, though he hadn’t known her relation at the time. Even so, it probably wouldn’t have mattered. His sense of right and wrong was horribly skewed when placed in contrast with that of the rest of the world. He didn’t care. It’d never crossed his mind to question himself.

He’d been in love with his own mother since the day that he was born. To find another Lykoi that resembled her so, he was enthralled almost instantaneously. He stepped closer, drawn ostensibly toward the youth—eyes the color of bloodshed never once leaving her slender form. “Fuck me,” he repeated to her uncertain greeting, almost crooning the request in a horrifically lewd manner—his hands gripping at the mangled, knotted locks of his hair as his head tilted to a jaunty angle. Vision never wavered even as one hand slowly crept down his face, catching one nail on the edge of his mouth, pulling gently at his lip.

The deep red chaos star stood out in stark contrast to the currently jet-black coloring of his upper bicep—branded there so many years prior.

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China Rose Lykoi · 03-02-2011, 08:36 AM

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Her childish greeting hovered in the cold air, staunched by the mist that had expelled from her maw at the thought of forming words, taking breath. The word conjured a creature from the darkness - The pair of eyes, bleeding profusely with some unrecognisable emotion, melting from the shadows to reveal a lanky blackened form. There was something about the potency of those eyes, the ghastly expression that twisted to suit them, that made the loving songbird take a step in retreat.

She was not afraid, not yet. She'd once told a golden-pelted shell that she didn't know what fear was, and it remained a relatively true statement. The fluttering in her stomach had as much to do with recognition of the crimson star that leaped livid in his pelt as it did any remnants of sensible terror. The eggshell blue of her eyes rimmed swollen pupils, that which sucked at the silvery light to try and bring the man more into focus.

He looked ill, and when he spoke, his voice was ill. Sympathy welled in her heart for this poor decrepit creature who was so obviously supposed to be a part of her, a part of her family. She would do the right thing, and save him from the darkness that leeched at his pelt. Ignoring the crooned command, the girl stretched out one hand toward him, a concerned frown marring her otherwise doll-like features. A face that echoed the beauty Kaena might have had in her youth smiled gently at the creature. "Please, you don't look well," Came soothing tones, "Why don't you come back with me? You are one of us - You shouldn't be outside the borders." It never occurred to her that he lingered in the darkness for a reason.

Samael Lykoi · 03-09-2011, 06:59 PM

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There was only a thin line between intelligence and madness. A long time ago Samael had dropped away all pretenses of composure. The sickness that had washed across the packs so long ago had afflicted him, draining him, driving him away while sending him spiraling downward into a weakened, delirious state. Perhaps he’d never truly recovered. Perhaps that was why he constantly faltered, drifting back into irrationality. At other times he could be painfully lucid. Already possessing a predisposition towards madness from either side of his family, the sickness that had long since fled his body had left a lasting impact on the coyote.

“I’m fine,” he said, almost frustrated that she’d ignored what he’d said twice now. Lack of concern for his well-being, coupled with the life of a loner and nearly constant travel for the past few months now—along with the current season, leaving the terrain barren—had thinned him to nothing more than skin and bone. Easily, he could be replenished, but such work would take an internal desire that he did not possess for the time being. His pet provided for him at his command when laziness such as this consumed. From here to Mexico and back, he was tired. But he’d had to go. He’d had to find out, and see with his own eyes.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

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China Rose Lykoi · 03-12-2011, 06:22 AM

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A blunt denial of his illness left her short. Could the male not see that he was tormented, his body skeletal and his eyes full of darkness? Had the Earthmother abandoned him too? She felt a familiar echo of grief, deep inside, for the connection she felt weakening with every day. His red eyes beguiled the innocent Snow White, although his voice poisoned her in a way that made her skin wish to crawl from her bones.

Her hand faltered where it had reached for him, and fell back to her side, blushed fingers grasping at nothing. "China," She whispered, blue eyes turned silver in the moonlight, as all light mineral things would. His were red, red as wet blood. "China Rose Lykoi." Daughter of Razekiel Lykoi, granddaughter of the Matriarch herself. What would Kaena do, if she knew that her silver look-a-like was fraternizing so close to the borders? It was not her darkest secret, and the emptiness between her legs proved as such.

She felt the desire to move away from him, but staunched it firmly. He was ill, and needed aid. Perhaps this could be her path back to the love of her Earthmother. "Please, let me help you... I want to." Again the blushing hand would reach for him, her silver form a beacon in the darkness. What was she to know of the monsters that lurked beyond her palace walls? Innocence was a sweet taste upon the wanton tongue.

Samael Lykoi · 03-17-2011, 11:02 PM

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He belonged underground. It was some sort of wretched, unbreakable hold on life that kept him alive at this point. He’d decayed into nothing more than a walking, breathing corpse that only faintly resembled who and what he’d been three years prior. Physical illness hadn’t helped. It was unlikely that he’d ever fully recover—he, quite simply, didn’t have the capacity. He couldn’t see the light when he writhed in darkness so, as he did. In some ways he had become pathetic.

He was the madman, ostracized from everything. Inferni would no longer welcome him with open arms despite the loyalty he’d—reluctantly—shown for so long. It meant nothing now. Only Kaena recognized him now. “Then help me,” he hissed, voice as slick and gruesome as wet blood. Her hand reached for him and he moved to take it, pulling her closer.

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China Rose Lykoi · 03-23-2011, 01:15 AM

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He replied in such a slick tone, so foul as it rolled off of salivating tongue that it sent her skin into shivers of repulsion. This was not how helping was supposed to make her feel. Maybe the gratuitous end would come after the deed was complete? Her greediness for the self-fulfilled feeling was driven by this thought, and as her cool palm was clasped by his, the china doll was smiling hollowly.

Moonlight lit his face like a twisted jack-o-lantern, and those red eyes burned her skin where they looked. Insides twisted pathetically, writhing through the stillness of her body as though to break free. But, as frail as he may have looked, the man's grasp was made of iron forged in the pits of his own sacramental hell.

She found herself unable to break free, although the fear that bubbled within her bloodstream had yet to break free, had yet to send her body into spasms of response. The smile was plastic on her face. "Your grip is hurting me," She whispered, a breath through clenched teeth. He smelt like decay, and she resisted, tugging back slightly on the hand that drew her nearer.

Samael Lykoi · 03-25-2011, 03:06 AM

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There was no fat beneath his flesh. What resided below there, nestled between layers of skin and fur, stretched tautly over bone was solely muscle. From the moment he’d left he’d been traveling. He’d gone to Eterne, and he’d returned all in a time span shorter than six months. There was no room for weakness, even in his skeletal form. There was no space for frailty. He couldn’t afford to have his soul stripped from his body until he was ready. The time would come, and he would know.

He knew what he was doing. He held her arm, refusing to allow her to escape. He ignored her comment. “You look so much like her,” he said, voice low, taking on a quiet, contemplative tone. “Never as beautiful, but strikingly similar,” he continued, almost more to himself than anything else. He drew her even nearer, reaching out with his other hand to touch her face, her hair, her body—anything that he could.

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China Rose Lykoi · 03-28-2011, 08:56 AM

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The iron grip tightened, and his hot breath made her want to gag, made her want to shriek and moan and plead for release. The girl did none of these things - She shivered, and stared at him with wide moonlit eyes.

Her slight resistance was easily overcome by the creature that had no mortality with which to suffer. Reeling in his catch on an arm that was no more than skeleton and steel cord muscle was an easily done feat. She began to shiver, and when again that rancid voice spilled over her, the girl felt wetness on her silvery cheeks.

Something forced her to concentrate on the words. They had meaning. It was crucially important to use that meaning to stay alive. As his hand stroked the side of her face, the girl's mind blanched, but held in fragile tomb his sentence. She had only been compared to two in looks before - Her father, Razekiel, and his mother, her grandmother. Could Kaena be the one this decrepit creature spoke of?

It was worth a try. "Grandmother wouldn't w-want-" The words cut off in a sharp sob as his wandering hand grazed the flesh of her body, but she swallowed the fear and forced herself to continue, "-Wouldn't want you t-to hurt me." Another tug against his grip, and her body resisted his hand, elegant ears flattening to her head. In a small voice, the princess said, "She l-loves me. Don't hurt me, she'll be mad."

Samael Lykoi · 03-30-2011, 03:57 AM

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“Grandmother?” he asked, pausing perusing of her body to peer again into her blue eyes, alive with fright and revulsion. That look, so fragile and so desperate, only quickened his heart and twisted a sinister smile onto his lips. Oh, how he adored that moment between life and death, when a soul realized that it was within seconds from being severed from its mortal shell. He inhaled the scent on her flesh—the odor of fear seeping from her pores at his close proximity. “Whose child are you?” he asked, suddenly ravenous for such information despite his absent tone.

Kaena could only be this girl’s grandmother. Samael knew that he had countless children out there that he knew nothing of—he was meant to spread his seed, and thus chaos, indiscriminately—but he suspected that this child belonged to one of his siblings, or their siblings. She was far too coyote in appearance to belong to Gabriel or any of his kin, however. She was far too lovely for such lupine heritage. He didn’t release her though, even as he awaited an answer.

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China Rose Lykoi · 03-30-2011, 09:50 PM

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It seemed her words had some effect, for the hand that had been caressing her with sickly intent paused its sinful meanderings. China sucked in a deep lungful of air, trying to allow the hope that had blossomed within her to spread throughout cold veins. She continued to tremble, but the tears stopped flowing.

The question, asked so smoothly, almost made her laugh in watery relief. Clearly, sense was sinking in - Clearly, the madman could see that they were related, and that his administrations were unnecessary. It revolted her to think deeply of this, for she had been a sinful creature and broken the same taboo with Halo's boy. However, China did not realise just how closely she and the creature that held her were related; Her father had never mentioned this brother. "R-Razekiel," She choked out ina breathy whisper, tugging again on her captured hand. The man's long nails were digging into her wrist, and the movement caused them to draw blood to the surface. She didn't feel it, didn't even notice. "Razekiel Lykoi, s-son of Kaena Lykoi."

Samael Lykoi · 04-05-2011, 06:07 AM

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He hadn’t heard news of his brother in a long, long time. The last time he’d seen Razekiel he’d been far different from the child that’d run away, vanishing into the wilderness just as Ahemait had. Only Samael had stayed.

And then Samael had left as well.

This girl was his brother’s—curiosity grew. Though not outwardly, Ahemait had been meet with his lust and obsession as well. She’d looked so much like their mother the coyote couldn’t help finding himself smitten and enthralled. Now, this girl was the same. His desire never faltered, even if conversation had slipped in between them, distracting him momentarily.

His claws invoked blood, and the scent caused his nostrils to flare and his gaze to drift, searching for the source. He’d pricked her skin with his nails. Impulse told him to drive them in further, just seeing what he could do—how far he could go and how loudly she’d scream—but he refrained.

He released.

Thoughts of Kaena held him back, knowing he’d never want her disapproval. He was disappointed. “Razekiel is my brother,” he said.

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China Rose Lykoi · 04-14-2011, 01:13 AM

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The hand that had been holding her, an iron manacle attached to the daemon, released suddenly. His rancid eyes lingered on her still, but a sob of relief choked in her throat. The monster was her uncle - Her uncle. A dizziness pervaded her mind; such an intense rush of adrenaline still throbbed in her veins, and though she should be running, her legs were frozen. He was still so close, so close that she might reach out and touched him.

So she did; blushed fingers reaching again for oblivion, if the skeletal man would allow them to grace his flesh. "Uncle?" Faintest sound of forgiveness - Her body was betraying her again, and all she wanted was the golden boy with eyes like his.

There was a tightness in her chest, and stars dancing at the corners of her eyes. A mental shut-down. Even if she ran, he could easily catch her - He was the shadows, the yawning darkness. Her uncle. Oh, god.

Samael Lykoi · 04-22-2011, 06:29 PM

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She touched him then. There was no outward sign of anything within him. There was no visible display of a change. There didn’t need to be. His mind was an undulating pool, shifting and crashing like the waves of the ocean on a midnight beach. The scent of blood stayed in his nostrils though the source was minimal, causing him to reach out once again the instant her fingers made the lightest, faintest contact with his flesh.

He saw only a desire within her for him, whether or not it truly existed, spurring him onward, causing him to drive his nails again into her skin, bringing forth the beloved red. Jaws parted, tasting her, forcing her to the ground as lust overwhelmed.

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China Rose Lykoi · 04-26-2011, 05:31 AM

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The old life was gone. She saw it anew, reflected in his bleeding eyes - A rancid hole in her vision, and she did not see his parted jaws. There was the sting as flesh succumbed to sharp tooth and wicked claw, allowing entry to piercing pain and the welling of sweet wine. Her body was not her own; It was numb, so numb.

There was no invasion. She was docile and compliant, laying still there on the cold hard ground. Moonlight oozed on slippery blood, turning it black where it stained silver pelt. Lapis Lazuli saw everything, but shed no more tears, for the monster had stolen her heart and her ability to love and her need to be afraid.

Afterward she remained, crumpled like a hunted fowl in the mass of her own dead feathers, a folded and discarded napkin stained by the rich man's meal. Listless, like the balmy breeze that swept away the scent of still-warm betrayal, and carried it off into the traitorous night. But still she was so beautiful, the porcelain doll. So bitterly, bone-cold beautiful.

Sweet-blushed silver maw had opened to scream once, but he had robbed the songbird of her warble. She would not sing again.

Samael Lykoi · 04-27-2011, 06:04 PM

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Only in the darkness could he survive. Within the sunlight he’d burn to ash—his crimes laid bare before the heavens, unveiled from beneath the enigma of the night. His wings creaked like aged bones. He was the incubus, with blood-red eyes that burned like fire, and a desire to destroy everything that he touched. There could be found no goodness within his soul. He hadn’t been born an innocent—pure and momentarily cleansed of sin, yet to make its mark on this world.

He’d been born with a void within his skeletal ribcage, and a withered, blackened heart pumping venom throughout his veins. He found happiness solely in the agony of others. He drank in her misery with ravenous ardor. The sating of the unquenchable burn within his physical flesh was only second to the wicked emotion that drove through heated blood, pinning her down, drawing her heart right out through her chest into his jagged teeth.

Oh, he would make his mark on this world. He would live on within the scars on wounded souls for an eternity. He left her there then, as unwanted as everything else within his life. She’d been only a momentary distraction—a toy, broken and discarded by the errant child as he moves away to find another.

Back into the night he went, swallowed up by the impenetrable darkness that he’d emerged from. Forever afterward, though, he’d exist as the twig snapped just out of sight, or within the soft touch of an unexpected wind, violating again and again with merciless savagery.

Always, he’d haunt the shadows just as soon as the sun drifts quietly back to sleep, even after his heart no longer beat.

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