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Lycodrake:
Lycodrake Aptera - Subway Station
--- Quote from: Daiki on May 29, 2014, 02:53:11 AM ---"We probably should not stay here. People seem nervous around us."
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He couldn't help but agree with Enkidu, following the green-haired young man's gaze. The sight of cowering humans whispering was disheartening. Lycodrake Aptera had never been given such looks by humans before. Most often the gazes he received and returned were those he now shared with Enkidu - one of respect and understanding.
Yet that was partially a lie. Only a handful of beings knew he was a spawn of Typhon and Echidna, the father and mother of dragons that terrorized Greece and surrounding countries. He had always feared seeing the same looks that were given when his birth parents - or at very least grandparents - were mentioned and discussed would one day be directed at him.
He shook himself from such depressing thoughts - he was not alone and this was not his world. These humans did not know him.
--- Quote ---The green haired boy smiled as he walked for the nearby exit.
"I remember seeing a location outside of town. It did not seem to be of any use to humans. And since I am not feeling at ease being watched in such a way , I would rather head there. That way, we won't cause trouble for the locals and we may find some peace of mind if anything. Of course, it would be your choice to come along or not."
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The wingless one was glad to have a companion like Enkidu - who knew something of this strange city and shared at least some of his concern regarding the whispering, watching humans - and nodded, moving to stand alongside him and nodded meaningfully.
Umbra of Chaos:
--- Quote from: Salto on May 28, 2014, 05:33:50 PM ---"What brings you here, Ms. Grigori?"
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"I am here because-"
Grigori stopped speaking when she head a heavy thump and the sound of pavement cracking. She didn't even get a chance to react before an enormous hand grabbed her, and slammed her body on to the floor. Grigori could feel multiple bones break, and she coughed up a bit of blood. She gathered some mana before releasing a shockwave that threw her attacker back. A burst of green curative magic covered her, and any internal damage or broken bones were healed. Then she simply floated to her feet. It was almost like she had never been injured at all. The only indicator of the brutal crush dealt by the creature was a few droplets of blood.
"Well, I haven't burn hurt like that for a few hundred years. It's been a long time since I've seen my own blood."
Grigori took a good look at her attacker. It seemed to be a bird man. With eyes that seemed to be made of glass, and they were very red. It was also putting most of it's weight on it's right leg. It shouldn't be able to rush her like that again, but she wasn't willing to take chances. "Bind." Chains made of pure mana wrapped around the bird man. Hundreds of them pulled on it's limbs until it was practically incapable of movement. Then a blast of curative magic burst from Grigori's hand and repaired the bird man's broken leg.
"Usually I would not be so lenient, but you have managed to wound me, and I respect your skill."
Grigori looked at the drops of blood on her arm, and had to stop herself from losing it. She hadn't been reminded that she was still capable of dying for years. It had been a long time since Grigori had thought of herself as mortal.
"That was rather exciting! Although it seems I have failed to answer your original question, Henry. I am here in search of some entertainment. The nights can be so boring sometimes, however it seems like there are still things that can surprise even me. I haven't been ambushed like that for ages."
Grigori smiled. It seemed like the night would only get more interesting as time passed.
Knick:
--- Quote from: Kurogami on May 28, 2014, 10:59:42 PM ---"Now that I think of it, do either of you have any place to stay?"
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“Yes in fact I-“Suddenly Tokiomi felt the alarm of his workshop go off, indicating unauthorized entry and activation of his defenses. “I guess this day can get worse” he muttered under his breath.
Putting down the now empty cup he stood up. “I am sorry, thank you for your help but I seem something has just come up at home.”
He began to walk towards the door before he stopped and turned around with a puzzled expression, “Where are we anyway?”
Elf:
Gabriel was outright smiling as he felt La Folia finally give in, her cry like sweet music to his ears. Blunt nails dug into his back through his clothing and he bit back a groan as she gripped him, her release soaking his fingers even more. She then slumped against him, breathing heavily into his ear. Her long, snow white hair pooled down his shoulder and back, a fascinating contrast to his black attire.
His leather pants were increasingly uncomfortable; but that only added to everything. He was hard, painfully swollen, and had he been a lesser man, he would have just spun her around, lifted up that skirt, and thrust in to the hilt. However, even as wanton as she apparently was, she was a princess. A virgin princess none the less.
Gabriel Umbra smirked as she said, "You shouldn't give cute nicknames to girls you barely know. But I'll forgive you this time."
"Well, you shouldn't let strange men you barely know play with your quim," he replied, "But I thank you for your lack of decorum."
Then she leaned into him, her breath hot on his ear. His own breath caught as it caressed the sensitive point. He suppressed a shudder as she pressed against him, all warmth and lush curves. He looked at her as she whispered into his ear, "We are not done yet, Gabriel."
The teasing little minx started to slide her underwear down her hips, thighs and to her knees.
He reached out and caught her wrist with a smile, his violet eyes gem bright. Gabriel wanted to see her splayed out upon his bed. Wanted to know what sort of a contrast her fair hair would make against his Bordeaux red sheets. He needed to see her open to him: pink, swollen, wet, and inviting.
And, most importantly, he wanted to ruin her for other men.
He pressed towards her, his hard length poking her thigh. "Not here Folly, hold on tightly."
Damn the car, I can get it later, he thought as he held her close and walked into Shadows.
The familiar wave of blacks, greys, violets, blues and the odd swash of red ripped around them. There was a dull roar that filled the air, the only sound in the odd corridor. The glow from Gabriel's skin was the only light here.
Grinning, he said, "I should take you to my lair to ravish you."
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Forest blinked at the redhead mourning for the dead weed. Had it been a raven or a crow or some other helpless creature she would have mourned with him. However it was a weed.
She was about to tell him where the Wal-Mart was when a very Wynn like woman appeared. Then things got really weird, and really violent. A cyberpunk fusion of Birdman and Retro-Iron Man decided that the bitch had to die and crashed into her.
Forest was already in motion, to pull them off of each other when she heard the poor thing's thoughts. Or rather his lack of actual thoughts. There was something human in there, but it had been buried and replaced with instinct, need, and obedience.
Her stomach tightened. Twice in one night, she thought, ice forming in her veins. Twice within minutes of each other she'd seen two poor souls broken and brainwashed to act for someone else. Like that Roman Bastard try to do to me, she thought, pushing that disturbing train of thought away.
The Wynn like woman, Grigori proved she was even more Wynn-like in the fact she could take care of herself. Within moments she was healing her own wounds and had the poor thing strung up. She healed its leg too on a whim, but by damned if she didn't say, "That was rather exciting! Although it seems I have failed to answer your original question, Henry. I am here in search of some entertainment. The nights can be so boring sometimes, however it seems like there are still things that can surprise even me. I haven't been ambushed like that for ages."
"If you want some bloody entertainment go to the video store and rent Army of Darkness then!" Forest said, bristling as she moved between Grigori and the Iron Bird Man. "Innocent people aren't your goddamn entertainment."
She bit her lip before looking into the glowing red eyes of the creature who just attacked Grigori. She sent telepathically, hoping that it still had enough of a mind to reach. Please, calm down. You don't need to hurt anyone anymore, and I'll try to keep anyone from hurting you. Please, calm down. You're hurting yourself more.
*******
Ash nodded and said, "Or whatever. I mean, becoming a vampire doesn't mean your instantly wealthy. You gotta build up to that."
She clapped her hands together and said, "But beyond that. We need to go hire a whore to donate a pint at least, or you're not going to be able to function soon."
MissingMandible:
Songbird's initial attack failed, seeing that she got right back up and waved a hand at him.
The man-bird didn't realize that he was tossed like a toy until he realized he was looking up to the stars. If the woman was capable of this...well, a prolonged fight would be disastrous, especially with his already broken body. Rising up, the guardian was about to attempt a lunge...
Only to find out he couldn't move!
Hundreds of glowing chains appeared out of nowhere, binding him to this very spot! Unable to think, Songbird shrieked while struggling, desiring to escape these bindings and finish the woman off once in for all, even ignoring that he popped his right arm out of its socket or that he was breaking a few more ribs. So focused about escape, Songbird was only able to hear the voices of the black haired and the blonde women instead of the actual words.
--- Quote from: Elf on May 29, 2014, 04:42:48 AM --- Please, calm down. You don't need to hurt anyone anymore, and I'll try to keep anyone from hurting you. Please, calm down. You're hurting yourself more.
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Singbird immediately ceased to struggle. It sounded like the Blonde's voice. He shifted his head to gaze at her, not knowing what to think.
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