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Post by Bails on Jul 12, 2009 7:42:19 GMT -5
Tyr, like every other Christos man, had learned how to pout. Autumn had come back from the States, wearing Vik's ring. When she'd come around, he told her he was busy for the night then ushered her off. She hadn't been spending time here anyways unless Vik was on a job. And he didn't feel like being a babysitter.
The only problem is, now he was bored. He was getting sick of Lust with all its fake flattery and pretense. Instead, he went into Wrath. The dojo like pit and motioned for the demon master to release two souls. The specters were driven out; forced to fight by the spike lined collars. Pulling out his swords he made quick work of them. So he did another and another until he was cut off. Dripping with sweat and spotted with ectoplasm. Kneeling over one of the unconscious spirits, he dipped his fingers in the wound and marked his cheeks like his Mother taught him. Climbing from the ring, he walked back to the corridors. What did he do now?
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Post by *Gem* on Jul 12, 2009 7:46:01 GMT -5
"You know, that was some sweet work." Xables voice floated downthe corridor behind him. She was wearing what can only be described as a peice of silver material and cowby boots. And of course her purple eyes had been watching him in the ring, watching him fight, work of what was clearly some sort anger- well of course it was they were in Wrath after all. "For a baby, you know how to swing a sword."
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Post by Bails on Jul 12, 2009 7:49:28 GMT -5
He chuckled, "I don't know if you know who I am but if I didnt know how to swing a sword, I'd be disowned."
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Post by *Gem* on Jul 12, 2009 7:53:49 GMT -5
She siddled up to him, hips swaying from side to side. Xable was one of a kind, and because of her master she embodied all of the sins so effortlessly. Her finger ran down his cheek, nails catching in the stain the soul had left behind. She brought it between her lips, sucking the taste off, the her hand dropped to his chest, and her lip rolled out from between her teeth, everything about her screamed sex. "Can't you just take a compliment?"
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Post by Bails on Jul 12, 2009 7:59:01 GMT -5
He chuckled, "It depends on the source. And you're just got worth taking one from." Tyr stroked her cheek and moved to walk away.
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Post by *Gem* on Jul 12, 2009 8:03:39 GMT -5
Of course she let him go, her eyes flashing a darker purple as they scanned over his body. She was reading him, finding out why he was angry, whose face he was putting on the spirits he so happily battered. oh, dont get me wrong, it wasn't like she cared, but there was a patch of his heart that did, and she could manipulate it. It what she was kept for, a reverse cupid.
Her voice followed after him as she spoke, "I bet she's f**k**g him senseless, while your trapped here, bored and oh so alone. Your little pets happy, and she's fogotten all about you, your wants, your desires-" Her hands twisted into a ball, as her power wrapped around his heart, if he wasnt jealous before, by the time she was done working on him he would be. Xable was like Puck, putting love is knots and causing harm as she did so.
"You can't help being second best, just stay here, knock about with a couple of demons- she doesn't want a virgin boy...."
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Post by Bails on Jul 12, 2009 19:40:20 GMT -5
Tyr's eyes snapped up at her, darkening. She may have been Luc's pet but he was the grandson of the Devil. Harnessing his Wrath, he slammed her up against the rough wall and pinned her hands at her side. "You may be powerful, after all the Devil gave you full possession of his charms, but you do not get to use them on me. I am the son of Malachi, son of your Master, and I will not put up with your dalliances." He snarled, inches from his face.
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Post by Xable McQueen on Jul 13, 2009 6:31:02 GMT -5
She hit the wall hard, and groaned, her eys flickering closed for a moment, until he addressed her. Xable held his fierce gaze with such an innnocence in her own/ But her purple eyes were drained of colour now, grey and lifeless seeming as she fed of his power, off the agression in his heart. "You get a choice Snake, be used or use. Don't you get that? There's no 'I don't want you' in this relationship, and I don't care who your sperm donor was."
She struggled, but he had her pretty fast. "ok ok!" She finally quit it, and the colour came back to her eyes. "You don't want me to play with you, you have to find me someone else to currupt?"
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