We begged to the moon and the stars above for sacred love. RArlen
By the time Arlen had arrived to the water front, the sun had fallen from the sky, collapsing into the distant lands far beyond the world he knows so little of. The stars, he drew comfort from them, the sole thing in this world he was familure with, having gone to the surface of the ocean in order to look up into the heavens many times before he ever met Arisa.
"I'd like to watch you sleep at night," His voice called up tearfully towards the bright moon that shone down on him, but it wasn't the moon he was seeing, though it was where his eyes where focused. "To hear you breathe by my side," There was a gentle lapping of the waves, his silvery coated hand reaching to his face once again, his body slumping down on the ground, the very place he had first met Arisa, the sand and rock was icy cold against his skin. He wore no clothes, having cast them aside in frustrated pain and aguish, he was not human, he could never be, how could he have ever thought himself worthy of Arisa's affections?
The tormented creatures breaths where choked within his sobbing lungs, everything felt so worthless and empty, all reasons and purpose to things lost meaning. Nothing meant anything and all he felt inside was the same hollow emptiness that consumed the entire world around him.
"My hands feel empty.." Both hands now covered his face, the pain striking him like an epiphany would strike a great philosipher, with sudden, unrelenting power "..no one to hold." Pulling his tear soaked hands away from his pale face, the dying Prince swayed a little from the weakness he was suffering from. "And yet they are full.." His eyes stared at the silvery substance smeared all over his palms and fingers "Coated in the life that flows inside you, stained with the shame of what I had done.." Clenching his fists, resting his head down against them, his voice breaking as he whimpered in heart breakon agony "..for reasons I do not even understand!" Why had he hurt her? How could he have done such a thing? How could he have harmed the only creature in the world to have taken his heart in such a way?
There was a rustling movement nearby, probably a tiny creature spying on the Prince in his sorrowful state of misery, he felt sick in his stomach, his heart felt as if it was being crushed by the sever weakening pain of his emotional agony that fueled the quickening death of his dying heart. Arlen's body slumped down onto the sharp edges of the rock and cold bite of the sand. It was so hard to breath, all he had to do was get into the water, then he could go to the Abyss, he'd be destroyed then, never able to harm Arisa or Tessa or anyone else ever again. His golden scales had become dull, losing the mystic sparkle that made them shine a brilliant ray of colours when the light hit them.
He used all his strength to grip the edge of the rocks that peered over the water, tugging his body over and having his splash most unelegantly into the dark ripples of the icy waters. But there was something wrong, his body wouldn't shift, and his lungs choked awfully on the water, his body lashing about as he broke the surface and coughed terribly after almost seeming to have been drowning. His arms guided him towards the shallower parts so his feet could reach the sandy bottom, though it was a struggle since he knew not how to swim with human legs. The water tossed him about a little, his hands reaching for the rocky edge, as he had done the first time he laid eyes upon his Angel's facve. Arlen's tears had a unique reaction to the water, a faint glow gently casting from the water around him, almost as if mimicking the moon's glorious beauty.
All he wanted to go was go and die in the shadows of the Abyss, but maybe this was a sign, maybe he didn't deserve death.. maybe he deserved it live, to continue an endless life, knowing it was never to be shared with Arisa. His head fell against his arms that clung to the rocky shore, his quivering shoulders having nothing to do with the idy chill of the water. All his muscles where tense, although a smaller build then many of the others, much like Arisa's brother, their simple muscular structure held far greater power then most of the other heavier built students at the school who where not gifted with enhanced strength as a mutant power.
That would be true torment, to continue on existing for all of eternity alone and without her, the gentle curves of his muscles on his back rippled more with shivers. For the first time in his life he wished to be out of the water, it was so icy cold and his exhausted and dying body was able to help adapt him to the freezing tempratures of the salty winter sea. His tail attempted for a moment to flick about wildly as if that might help him leave the salty waters, but his burst of energy faded quickly as he gave up.
He's never felt nausious before in his life, but he was starting to feel sick now, more then just from the tossing of the water, the foul city air he had to wonder through had not done his weakend body an ounce of good. He grew horrible ill around pollution when he was perfectly healthy, around it when he was dying made him feel like just walking out into one of the moving trucks and getting hit like Arisa had explained when he asked why there where dead animals along the side of the roads. He had been horrified at her responce and even more so that humans would continue drving when it was obviously killing animals and he later found out even humans died by those metal contraptions.
Re: We begged to the moon and the stars above for sacred lov
Arisa
There was a physical weakness in Arisa’s battered, blood-soaked body that was unmatched by any she had felt before, the desire to just collapse in place and sleep painfully strong to the point that each muscle ached resentfully when forced to move. The damage she had survived that night was unbelievable, inhuman, and the blood-loss and continual assault to her bloodied figure by both her and a number of others left her dangerously close to a more permanent sleep. But there was also a previously untouched power inside her, a mental strength, or insanity, which took both a demon’s tainting and the hypnotism tricks of a Wicca to be released. No matter of rest was going to stop her, not even the legions of Hell could stop her now.
Her raspy, heavily panting breath echoed around her in the still, accompanied only by the quiet, skillful footsteps of a huntress. She knew what she was doing; she knew how to move in silence and keep out of sight. The young mutant’s movements held a stunning resemblance to her half-brother, Kurt Wagner; darting and slinking to weave her form around the bolder-like rocks that dotted the shoreline, moving always through a blanket of protective shade. She moved quickly down on all fours, legs falling into a slight crouch, and arms moving like forelegs; making each of her animalistic paces appear not unlike that of a feline’s bound.
Only the glimmer of feline green eyes in the darkness hinted at her location as she moved down the beach, the occasional glint of moonlight falling over her form briefly, or the arrow-ended tip of her demonic-shaped tail slashing through a ray of light, both illuminating the girl’s obviously mutant, blue pigmentation, and blood-smeared figure.
It was cold, deathly so, and the fact the metamorph was so near to the sea made it increasingly more frigid. The air itself seemed to make her face burn and sting, but the falling snow landed in small patches into her short blue pelt, and only added to the numbing temperatures. The white frost that clung to the ends of her short fur gave her light blue pigment a strange iced tint.
The inhumanly chill air was only another reason for the feral’s weakness as she forced herself on, her already battered and beaten body clothed in very little that could keep out the cold well enough. Her black pants legs had become wet from the moist sand that she continually crouched in as she made her way down the beach, and the cut of the pants was low, held up onto her hips by a studded belt. The mess that had once been her shirt remained tattered and torn up in various places as it hung from her frame, the already fairly thin black cloth even less help against the cold now. Even her velvety short layer of fur did little to help, for just that reason, it was far to short and thin to do much other than add a soft texture to her skin, and change her pigmentation. It was hard to tell it was even fur, and not just her skin color that was such a strange blue.
Faint sobbing sounds reached Arisa’s pointed ears, causing the sharp tip of her tail to give a twitch, and she instinctively sniffed a few times at the air around her, seeking out further directions to where her prey awaited her. But her sense of smell, no matter how inhumanly strong it was, was unable to pick up the merman’s distant presence while her figure was coated in such thick blood, the smell of the ocean wafted around her, and the scents of both the vampires and the very person she sought remained brushed over her clothing and skin.
A low, feral growl rose up in her throat as she paused, crouching down near the sandy ground in the shadow of a particularly massive boulder. Her eyes glinted against the moon’s silhouette their forest green, and traveled over the seemingly endless beach. This game of hide and seek would not last much longer, his own sounds of lament were giving him away.
She took off again, moving even faster than before. Her muscles screamed, and occasionally, in momentary spasms, her legs and arms gave out and sent her sprawling indignantly to the moist ground. Her body was begging her to stop, to rest, and to let herself heal, but she would not heed it; the distant sounds of anguish might not last long, and she had to find him before they died into silence…he would not get so easily out of this life, he would not be allowed to die. His suffering would not be allowed to end while hers would endure… Right now him committing suicide, and her murdering him were two very different things. In her state of mind she didn’t seem to realize that by killing him she would still be ending his pain…no, as far as she was concerned, if she made him suffer, then her problems would be over, and she would have her revenge for everything he had done to her.
The sand beneath her feet faded until she was moving nearly completely over the rocky outcroppings that hung out into the water, she had reached the water’s edge.
She listened. Faint, weakened breaths reached her ears through the still, accompanied by the gentle movement of the waves against the rocks…he was here. She jerked her head in the direction of the sound, moving in silence towards it.
Arlen’s hands clung to the shore, knuckles white as the snow that continued to fall around them. Arisa stared down at the choking, spluttering merman, and no pity entered her eyes. He had shown her no mercy, never with a thought of resent had he looked upon her dying figure, and Willow had urged her, commanded her, to do no kinder. And she was under the Wicca’s spell as much as she would ever be, the demon inside her mind tainting her with it’s own malicious nature, she had never wanted to hurt someone, both physically and mentally, as much as she did now.
Her hands grabbed for his, the velvety soft fur on her hands made rough by dried blood. As her hands closed around his much larger ones, she pulled back in a desperate attempted to lift him from the water. She was not as physically strong as him, nor many of the other mutants, not with brute strength. She was better at moving quickly and quietly, dashing and dodging, and using her claws and shifting abilities for actual offensive attack. Too much muscle would just hold her back. So it would have been a task for her to lift him in the first place, but now in her incredibly weak state, it was impossible.
But the blue-pelted feral’s presence seemed to awake a strength inside the prince, and he struggled with her to pull his mass out of the water, rolling up onto the rocky shore. She watched without change of expression as his figure shook with choking coughs, and turned over onto his back to gaze up at her with crystal, diamond blue eyes, his tears illuminating his eyes brightly in the moonlight. He wasn’t clothed. But a set of scales, the same bright gold as his mertail had been, covered the area from his upper thighs to his lower waist.
She moved forward towards him, stepping one of her bare feet to each side of him, before lowering herself down lightly on top of his stomach, right above the brink of his previously hidden scales. Her swarthy blue demon tail moved behind her, guiding his legs down gently to lie flat against the rocky flooring, and then slithering around his knees, pulling them together. Her calm, unreadable gaze never left his curious eyes as her hands moved to his shoulders, gliding down his arms to his wrists, and leading them without explanation to cross each over his head. Her tail pulled away from its place around his legs, and instead moved up to his hands, wrapping around them firmly.
Snowflakes began to fleck across the merman’s soaked form, already lying in a thin layer across Arisa’s own figure, standing out brightly against her blue, and red soaked form. Deep eyes of emerald gazed down into Arlen’s, for the moment flickering to life with only slight curiosity, she was in no hurry. Moonlight fell over her face, showing bloodstain streaks from the sides of her mouth down her jaw, and smeared eyeliner around her eyes, perhaps both equally as ominous.
The full-moons light cascaded down the rest of her form, showing the tattered and blood-soaked remains of what had once been a perfectly good black shirt. There were patches where the crimson was particularly thick, on both her shoulders, and around the shredded remains of cloth that hung over her stomach. A long streak of dried blood went around her waist where her tail had lashed into her own flesh, the wound healed, but the crimson mark remaining.
Arisa looked down in silence at the object of her affections, awaiting his reaction. A few clumps of tangled, brown, red tainted hair fell across her features, obscuring them slightly. She could not help but breath rather heavily, she had moved as quickly as possible all the way here, and waited to catch her breath. She had no reason to hurry; Arlen wasn’t going anywhere, he wouldn’t get away from her if his very life depended on it. But then again, it did.
Re: We begged to the moon and the stars above for sacred lovArlen
ooc: Golden scales dear.. the Silver tails that live near Arlen's Kingdom are 'evil'.. they hypnotize the opposite sex into mating with them, he'd be highly insulted to think you thought of him as a Silver tail, Arisa is SO much more like one o'em! (6-I mean.. !
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Everyone was mad with him, no one trusted him, Connor and Madison weren't even told of what he had done, locked away in a room until Riley disappeared from the school and Arlen was able to sneak out on his own. Arisa hated him, she had to... he had these horrendous images in his mind of her wounded, bloodied body laying almost motionless, her only movement that of her coughing, gasping, spattering form that was drowning within its own blood.. blood he had caused.. He had come here to punish himself, but it seemed somewhere between deciding to head towards the Abyss and actually moving towards the watery world, it has become more then a decision, it was almost an obsession, he needed to get to the Abyss, needed desperately to be consumed by the shadowy depths of the watery hell.
But look at him.. here.. like this.. what was to happen now? Would he linger like this... no, he didn't want to stay attached to this rock, death was death in any form, if his body would not allow him to breath the water, he will suffocate. Drawing in a shaky breath, Arlen remembered the first time he had held his body against this rocky edge. It had been so nice and warm, the sunlight for the first time beating down upon his moist skin, her warm soft furred hand reaching down and pulling him from the cool waters. He could almost feel her doing that now, feel her tender fingers reaching for him.. something brushed against his icy cold hand, his body sapped of the energy it used to over heat his body earlier in order to keep him warm. At first he thought something had found him, an animal or some human, but when Arlen looked up, his sparkling silver tears glittering his stained cheeks and eyes.
Arisa?
The agonized diamond eyes filled hope only for a moment as the thought ran through his mind, though long enough for Arlen to struggle, to help her in her attempt to pull him from the waters. The waves splashed about him, catching a mouth full of water while climbing up, choking once again on the one thing that had meant so much to him during his long and ageless life. After a few gasps of air, the merman weakly rolled onto his back, his chest heaving and hungrily drawing in the air, his eyes however, became fascinated on only one thing that stood before him.
With his lungs still gasping for air, his arms weakly motionless like the rest of his body, even his tail lay lifeless beneath his legs. But she moved even closer towards him, until she stood right over his exhausted body, the Prince's lips parting slightly more as he watched her drop slowly down on top of him. Arlen blinked at her, right now, he was so amazed that she was alive, that she was well and here now, he was partly wondering if this was real, or just another dream.. he wasn't able to feel confused yet, or scared, or happy, or aroused, he was just laying there.. with Arisa, that's all that mattered right now to him.
Since his natural body had so many nerves in order to allow the tail to remain highly sensitive whenever he gets excited even while covered with the armored scales, it meant his skin was just as sensitive, if not more. He needed to get out from under her, she'll get upset with him, she didn't understand what she was doing to him again. But her tail, her eyes, everything about her seemed so commanding, he could feel easily her tail about his knees now, he didn't understand.. Why was she doing this? What did she expect of him, how did she wish him to react, he was so weak, his legs were numb.. his mind so cloudy, dizziness made thoughts all the more difficult to weave together.
Unwillingly, the muscles in his body tightened nervously, excited, panicked and yet unsure, enjoying the feel of her soft palm, yet at the same time the dry blood lightly scratched at his frozen skin. While she glided her palms across the skin of his arms, his breathing picked up slightly more, his eyes staring at her still, never wandering, never losing contact with hers.. there was something so strange about her, aside from how quiet she was acting.. just the way she was staring at him..
Closing his fingers into light fists for a short moment while she placed them above his head, her tail soon wrapping about them, tying them together. Now would be the normal time for one to start worrying, but Arlen stared up at her so expectantly, she's never hurt him before, and in truth the things he had done to her earlier where so hard for him to remember it was no becoming really easy to forget what he had done to her.. only that she was really hurting because of him.
A scattering of snowflakes riddled across his wet body, he was so cold, now more then before, in fact this is the coldest he's ever been. There was something so horrible about her appearance, he wanted to cuddle against her until all the red that stained her sea blue coat had washed away. Sleep seemed so inviting right now, but if he dared close his eyes then this would be a sleep he would not wake from, if his body were permitted to relax and rest, it would give up the fight to continue breathing, too much life had seeped so agonizingly from his body.
Everything about her looked so horrific, how does he help her? Had he done all this to her? Why did he find things hard to remember when he hurts people, he can barely remember what he had done to Tessa now, and everything felt like a terrible nightmare concerning Arisa. There was a worried look about him, he didn't know what to do or say, everything he felt was confusing. Part of him was liking this moment, even though it was scaring him how she was acting so calmly, and another part was really nervous, he wanted to leave, run away incase he did something or said something that wasn't correct.
The air, the snow, everything was so cold, there was a strong tremble in his lips while he gasped weakly for air, his fists clenched lightly while he attempted to shift his body about to find a more comfortably position. While he lifted his hips partially off the ground, his tail whipped out from underneath him. The next breath he took sounded so desperate and difficult, his struggling lungs gasping to draw in the frozen air that burned his throat with every painful breath. Shivers run through his body, he felt as if he was about to pass out, yet at the same time with Arisa around there was a struggle to stay awake and fight off the agony that crippled his body and mind.
"...Arisa..." The whispered word had a panicked tone about it, he loved her so much and she looked like she had been through such painful moments so recently, "No.." He struggled a little, his wrists trying to wiggle free of her grip, his tail, "..You're in danger, you have to let me go, they're calling me to the Abyss, please," He looked desperately towards the water that was behind him, he was so close to the water, it was screaming out, calling, no.. summoning him, pulling him away from her before he hurt her again. "I must leave." There was another gasping breath from him, Arlen's diamond eyes seemed to widen a little, she was being so seducing in a strange quiet way. The well-defined features of the merman began to alter in an unseen way, his skin and scales once again entering the state of hypersensitivity. His struggle came to a stop as he stared up at her, waiting so expectantly, he did not expect her to be so close to him, but he could not help the desire that flooded his weak form, her eyes seemed so hypnotic...
Everything about her seemed so perfect now, the colour of her eyes, their very shape was intoxicating, then there was the outline of her lips, the shade of her soft, delicate blue furred skin, her hair, the curves of her agile body and she was so light in weight. Mermen were more animalistic in nature, even if they could act civilized, the fact Arisa was a feral only heightened everything of what Arlen feels towards her. The way the silvery hue of the moonlight glowed so angelically upon her furred skin, so silky and soft, he couldn't die here, he didn't deserve to perish with one of the most magnificent sights sitting upon him in such an... interesting way.
Arisa's scent was so overpowering, even against the salty seawater, his bright eyes dropped down from her own and stared at her lips. It was hard at first to understand what it was human's found so enjoyable by the pressing of lips, but now Arlen had an understanding.. he did not know what it was, but he definitely was changed since he had kissed Arisa for the first time. The taste of her lips, the way her body was so close to his, how their arms held each other, her scent, her sound, her feel, everything about her just flooded his senses.
Re: We begged to the moon and the stars above for sacred lovArisa
Forest jade eyes gazed down in silence at the handsome features of the merman, watching with little reaction as emotions flashed over his tear-stained face. His body was racked with cold and fatigue, his breath coming in forced, struggling breaths. Her own lips remained parted to let her pant slightly; still trying to supply her body oxygen to pump through with what little blood she had left. The prince’s form was drenched, and the seat and legs of her black pants did little to stop the water from seeping in against her cold skin, giving her a taste of how cold Arlen had to have been.
"...Arisa...No....You're in danger, you have to let me go, they're calling me to the Abyss, please,"
He whispered in a panicked tone, causing her gaze to once flicker up from where it had wandered off to his tail. She felt him struggle slightly, writhing his wrists in an attempt to move out from under her, resulting only in her tail tightening around his wrists. He probably could have gotten free had he not been so intent on not hurting her, his legs were not at all restrained, and he had more than twice the muscle she did.
Arlen glanced desperately towards the water behind him, his voice pleading with her to let him go. He wanted out of this life without paying his dues, and if he did that…her life would continue to be the hell it had turned into. No. She wasn’t in danger, he was, and he knew it. He was trying to manipulate and lie to her, to confuse her, just like he always had…but not this time.
"I must leave."
She felt his chest rise in a gasping breath, her own gaze meeting his as his eyes widened. She was unaware of the change inside his skin and scales to hypersensitivity, but the desire in his face and body was enough of a hint to what he was feeling. It would become only another aspect of her revenge.
“No…”
A small smile played her purring lips as she gently shook her head, bloodstained hair sliding over her shoulders to obscure her vision. Her expression, an almost smirk-like smile with a deadly air, hinted at how twisted and mixed up she had become inside. Brainwashed and hypnotized, beaten and possessed. Her thoughts made about as much sense as those Arlen had been set on when he attacked her. Arlen had to suffer, he had to suffer for all he had done to her. It was his fault, everything; and he was sure as hell going to pay dearly for every last drop of blood and tears she had shed. Yet she still looked upon him with tainted affection, somehow if she hurt him, paid him back for all he'd made her feel, made his last hours as painful as she could, then they would both be ok.
She knew what she had to do. The feral’s quiet, breathless whispers held an authoritive air, even more so as she uttered her next commanding word,
“Stay.”
She leaned back slightly, moving her hands behind her without explanation, each one resting in fists, knuckles down, atop his knees. Her muscles tightened, her legs squeezing tightly around his waist as she braced herself for another bit of pain, pitiful in comparison to the rest. Bone claws shot through her skin and into the soft flesh of the gentle merman’s legs, spearing clear through muscles and tendons to the rock beneath him.
A small, almost inaudible groan escaped her lips as her claws pulled back into her arms, leaving three, even slits in both her hands and his legs. Her valuable crimson mixed once again with the silvery blood that began to pour from his wounds, staining her hands. She leaned forward again, moonlight cascading down her blood-smeared features and illuminating a weak smile of satisfaction at his pain. But despite the slightly malicious curl her lips had taken, crystalline tears wet her eyes, and slid slowly down her cheeks.
She paused for a few moments, waiting in patient silence for her lover to feel the first wave of pain. Her jade eyes followed the path of his tail as it moved, her features taking on a dazed expression.
Arisa's voice shook slightly as it struck up again, her weakened form shivering from cold and fatigue. But the same commanding tint rested in her voice, despite how exhausted and weak she was.
“Prince Arlen Sachiel…”
Her tone reverberated slightly in the same gentle, poisonous purr, shifting herself to lean down closer to him, her legs moving back a few inches from around his waist to kneel on the outer side of his thighs. Her pelvis shifted down to rest against his lower stomach, allowing the rest of her to lean forward over him without requiring her tired legs to support her completely. Her bloody hands supported her front, palms planted on the ground on each side of his chest. She held her blood-covered upper body a ways over his, her face smiling adoringly down at him, a hint of momentary insanity glinting in her softly twinkling eyes.
“Born to take the ocean’s throne.”
Her hissing voice was now a quiet whisper, easily loud enough to be picked up at such a short distance. The salty smell of seawater had mixed in with the thick aroma of blood, but even stronger than the two to her feral scences was the prince's scent. Her body so close to his was undeniably intoxicating for her, but not nearly as much as it must have been for him. But he would be able to do nothing about it; her bloody figure was tired and weak, and she could rest comfortably leaning slightly on him. His arms were held, and both his legs rendered useless, the most he could do was move his body from the knees up, and even then what could he do? It wasn't as if he could just get up and rape her. And even if he did manage something that was not according to plan, she had two pairs of claws itching to sever through the merman's flesh. She was in control, and this was just another part of his torture.
“Arisa Howlett,”
Her tainted smile faded away as she uttered her own name, a look of slight annoyance coming over the mutant’s bloodstained face as she continued in a purring whisper, her voice morphing to a hissing growl.
“Born a mistake.”
She paused for a moment, before letting the look of slight amusement in her expression creep back in the form of a small smile. Her words became a deadly purr as she spoke again, eyes illuminated brightly in the moonlight.
“An unlikely couple.”
As her voice faded she slowly shifted her weight onto one rather unsteady arm, lifting the other hand to hold before her now nearly expressionless face. Precious blood, both silver and red, slid down her wrist from her drenched hand, glistening in the moon’s rays. Slowly she lowered the hand down to lie limply over his chest, her wet eyes fixated on her own bloody fingertips.
“I never used to hurt, Arlen…”
Gradually as she spoke in a hushed whisper her moist green eyes shifted up to the prince’s features, her free hand torpidly following after. Her fingertips moved along his jaw line gently, leaving smudges of silvery red in their wake. She had wanted to return his affection so very badly, it was maddening. There were times she had lost control of herself and done just that, curled up against him, kissed him. He was killing her, beating down the wall that had protected her for so many years. But it didn't matter anymore...soon it would all be over, and she would get her control, her life, her sanity back.
After a few moments her eyes-lids drooped shut in exhaust, and slowly the metamorph began to lower her weak figure down against Arlen. Her stomach first, then her chest, the unsteady arms that had been holding her up slithering up to wrap around the merman's neck. Had she still not been partially kneeling she would have been just laying on top of him. Her head cuddled comfortably into the crook of his neck, a purr now rising up from her throat in more than just her voice.
“I spent so long trying not to cry, not to hurt, not to care…I forgot how.”
Snow continued to fall around them, and the blood that coated Arisa's figure smeared off onto Arlen's wet body. Her eyes pressed closed more tightly as she spoke up again, her muscles tensed. This time a her whisper was a venomous, angry hiss,
“You made me remember.”
Her arms jerked back from around his neck, her fists slamming mercilessly down into his arms. For the second time her claws sliced with ease through the prince's flesh.
Her moist eyes shot open, and stared out into the darkness. The anger dripped slowly from her body, just as the slivery blood dripped from his, and her claws pulled back into her knuckles sharply. Her silently tearing eyes slid shut again, and her blood-soaked arms snaked back around the merman's neck. Now that his strong arms fell limp, her whip-like tail gently unraveled from his wrists, and moved down instead to seek out his own tail, curling around it as softly as possible.
Re: We begged to the moon and the stars above for sacred lovArisa
It did not appear she was letting him go, the Prince lifted his eyes away from her lips and met her emerald gaze as she stared down at him, he wasn't sure how he should feel.. what was she doing, what did she want?
“No…”
But didn't she understand he was dangerous? He was doing things and he didn't know why or even remember clearly what he had done. He would only hurt her again if he were permitted to linger about her, if he did not die from lack of precious life that seeped from his diamond eyes in the form of tears. Something began to frighten him slightly, rising unease and timid shyness that helped silence the puzzled 'young' man.
“Stay.”
..After all he had done to her, she still desired him to stay? Was she not afraid that he would suddenly lash out and strike her again? No. He has decided to leave so that he never harms her again, and if that means his death, and the loss of the only heir to the rulership of the seas, then so be it.. His father never treated him like one who was to be a future ruler anyway, perhaps his father would be proud that Arlen does not grow into the Guardian of the Seas. If Arlen could not protect the one he loves, how can he protect many he adores? Many who will count on him, who will trust him, who will have their own lives dependent on his abilities, powers, and strength of character and devotion to protect them from the dangers this upper world as well as their own watery kingdom has to offer. The Prince now knows, he would fail them all, just like he had failed Arisa.
The merman's lips remained tightly shut as a sudden burning pain blazed through his legs, his mind so distracted with his thoughts and with Arisa's eyes he barely paid any attention to the slow movements of her arms. The sound that vibrated with his thought and chest was that of a pained, yet exhausted and weak, scream of agony that called out in a muffled groan that he drowned out shortly in a gargling struggle of desperate lungful of breaths and chocking, tearful, sobbing coughs.
It hurt so much so that his entire body trembled in anguish, a softly frightened and excruciatingly unbearable moan of pain, so sever and crippling. Something that not only has this fledgling merman never felt, but never even dreamed of being possible, to have such horrendous pain rushing through the body.
When she returned her attention to his pained features, his lips now parted slightly, the air rushing in and out of his lungs in hasty panting breaths. It hurt more now that she was looking at him, he was scared, he's never hurt like this before, he was cold, though he did not understand why, his body usually kept him warm so he had not felt the cold so awfully before. The unbearable fear was eased slightly by Arisa's presence, though it was her, and the pain she caused, that was frightening him, but the hurt was not dulled for she smiled upon him with almost mild pleasure at the pain he felt. Could her arms not comfort him? Tell him it would be alright, that she would not let it hurt for long, that she would wish away his pain with her kind thoughts, and warm his chilled form from the winters icy grasp with her own lovely embrace..
The strained breaths continued on with a life of their own, his mind not focusing on commanding his lungs to breath any more, if they wanted air, they must do it without his thoughts, for they were now centered solely upon Arisa's watery tears that broke his shattered heart even further.
“Prince Arlen Sachiel…”
The way she spoke was strange to his ears, again his already tense muscles grew even tighter, her body shifting gently, lowering further over him. This was not a position mer-people would use in any way other then during their moments of sharing love for their mates. The pulsating beats of his heart thrashing wildly within his chest screamed out how frightened and nervous he was. He didn't understand.. the pain his legs were so unbelievable that they slowly numbed in his exhausted state, only hurting when either of them moved, or when he breathed.
There was such a strange look about her now, he wasn't sure what she doing.. what did she want, why was she doing this? What was causing her to act so strange... had he made her act like this? Of course he had.. she has changed because he has defiled her so brutally, his lips were trembling, her eyes staring down at his.. There was something so.. so comforting.. so loving.. for a moment Arlen's fears drained away. The way she was acting, it was hard to tell.. was she going to hurt him, comfort him, she was acting as if she was going to mate with him according to the way his people worked, but he did not want it this way, not with her hurting, not if she has never said that she cares for him in such a way.. Now he was scared, what if she got mad when he refuses her approach? What if she leaves, never to speak with him, what if this is how humans mate!? The Prince panicked slightly, his head spun for a short moment, he felt sick, and yet everything that was hurting him seemed to be sapped away by Arisa's alluring presence when he looked up at her with his bright eyes fix on her own deeper jade orbs.
“Born to take the ocean’s throne.”
Was that something she wasn't happy about? Was his rank the reason she kept her distance from him? He'd give it up... he already has in a sense.. he already gave up his entire life.. family.. the people who looked upon him in hopes for their future protection, he gave up on all of them, for his own selfish dreams. He couldn't help but like it up here, people would talk to him, they would speak to him without worrying they'd say something to upset him. He could enter a room without the entire group inside going silent and staring at him, he could eat what he wanted and talk with anyone he desired.. He had friends here.. he's never had friends before, he's never been able to mingle with people unless there was something they expected from him. He had never played a game before.. he had never talked with a female who wanted nothing from him but his companionship.. normally they expected something, like for him to declare he will take her as a mate, and it was this reason Arlen tended to lock himself away in his room or swim off to the boundaries of the kingdom when they had social gatherings in the underwater palace.
A rather dazed look crept into Arlen's expression as Arisa once again shifted, the distance in his eyes as he stared up and seemed to inspect the stars with a blank fascination hinting to the effect she was coaxing from him.
“Arisa Howlett,”
Powerful sensations of longing desire rippled through the Prince, he didn't understand how exactly two people mate, were they both even compatible to be together in that sense? Maybe they were too different.. maybe this was mating, holding each other, he just figured it would be more... he wasn't sure why.. it just felt as if there should be something more to it. Because Arlen was so sheltered from everything.. and everyone, and his parents were hardly ready to inform their young 'infant' child of what was to await him in his future, even if they had already starting getting him ready to hopefully meet someone he could befriend and possibly later choose as a mating partner.
Filled with amorous affection towards her, even if Arisa was dealing him brutal crippling blows, he knew he had deserved this pain, he deserved to hurt, to suffer, as she had at his hands, even if he does not entirely recall what he had done.. Glimpses and sounds flash through his mind and echo in his ears, yet they are so terrifying, he gets so scared and afraid that he wills them away to the furthest reaches of his innocent mind... though the innocence was slowly being ripped away from him.
“Born a mistake.”
Not fully understanding what she was saying, did she think she did not deserve to exist, or was she upset that something was wrong with her, again he did not understand when people explained to him about mutants being different.. he thought Arisa was perfect, she was what all beauty should resemble, both in heart and in her elegant features.
“An unlikely couple.”
The handsome Prince stared at her hand, at the blood... he had not known his blood was silver, or that blood could be different colours, it confused him, what made his blood one colour, and hers another?
“I never used to hurt, Arlen…”
The words swirled around his mind that was more focused on how her hand rested so unafraid upon his skin, yet so motionless, at least she was not tempting him further. Glancing at her eyes as she spoke, then back to her lips for a moment as she mentioned his name, the life in Arlen's heart withered even greater then before, everything felt as if it was fading, as if all things were growing distant to him.. all but Arisa.
There was a slight twitch in his chest, his lips parting a little more as if to breath in a deeper breath, no one has touched him like this before.. The slowly trailing tips of her fingers lazily dragging across his smooth skin, the cold air biting into the moisture of the shimmery red hued blood that marked the path her finger had traveled.
Arlen was not strong like Arisa, he could not subdue the desires that he was unused to feeling, he could not hide nor control their effects, he did not understand, nor did he feel ashamed of them. They were there, they where hers, why was it that he must hide them from the one person who was making such things stir inside his often empty and sad, though always lonely heart?
When the feral's furred form began to descend further upon the undressed figure of the merman, Arlen felt a fearful panic of passion flood over him, a confused need, a desperate need.. but a need for what? The clear blue eyes disappeared from sight, hiding away behind shut eyelids, the swirling of emotions and pain so mind numbing, horrendous in the astonishing pain dealt him, yet delightful in the warm, sweet caress of her currently tender form.
“I spent so long trying not to cry, not to hurt, not to care…I forgot how.”
Confused over this, Arlen wondered if the whole point of the human mating ritual was to actually do those three things, to cry, to hurt each other, and lastly, to care about the other. It made little sense for him, if they cared for each other, why would they wish to hurt the other, and why would they cry, it was eventually fatal for Arlen, what if he died while trying to do something like this n the future? The pain seemed worth it if he was rewarded with her affection like this.. at least that's what he thought.
“You made me remember.”
The words sounded so horrible, she's never spoken to him like that before, he felt thoroughly muddled up and taken back, her arms pulling away, the sudden coldness engulfing him once again. Flaring up again was the now unmistakable feel of her blades slicing into his flesh, his body jerking violently as his chest heaved up, only to be brought down and still in another thrashing of pain that shot from both his arms and his legs. His shaky, raspy, gasping breath inhaling deeply, he did not know how to scream, he did not understand that reaction, as instinctive as it was for most people, humans were also bombarded with images of screaming people nearly every day. It would make him feel better, to just yell out, to scream until nothing was left inside him, until all the pain was yelled out, ripped from within him and cast into the unsuspecting nights sky.
Even though his eyes were open, everything seemed to darken his world, like his life, fading.. though the thrill of a gentle touch, however soft, how distant in his mind, the feel ignited a need to stay conscious.. unknowingly for him, it was in fact to actually stay alive.
The Prince's eyes seemed unfocused, just staring ahead almost lifelessly, his breaths so faint, his chest barely moved, the rhythm of his heart growing slower, quieter, softer, slowing preparing to beat for the final time any moment. It was different to what he thought.. he did not know what death was like, but if this was it, he didn't like it at all, it hurt, the pain was unimaginable, both the physical and the emotional pain. What happens when he dies? The Royal Bloods usually go to the Abyss and spend the last moments of their lives trying to slay one of the frightful water monsters that lurk in the horrific shadowy depths of the underwater world.
They would be rewarded for their bravery, give places within the celestial home of their ancestors, a place in the heavens, a star of their own, a thrown in which to sit upon and watch over those they left behind in the world of the living. What would happen to Arlen if they could not get to him in this forbidden world, the messengers of the gods, the guides that take his hand and lead him to his new home within the heavens?
"You were.." The whisper slipped through barely moving lips, even the tremble of cold and pain had began to leave them as everything became so overwhelmingly numb, "..hurting.." Why was it so hard to speaking? It felt as if each word was sapping the life from him, stealing away his precious air and forced him to pause in order to have a moment to breath, "..the day.." his lips closed, his eyes following shortly after, taking a moment before they parted slightly, his diamond gaze sleepily lifting up at her once more, "..we first met." It took a moment before he could move his lips again, but no sound came from them, they were so difficult to move, as if suddenly he had forgotten how to speak, why would they not move as he wishes them to?
"..But.." He sounded a little scared, frightened now of what was happening between them, and as if speaking alone was one of the most strenuous things he has ever done in his entire prolonged life, "I've.. I've... ss..seen.. you.." The struggling words seemed forced by sheer will alone to escape his weakening lips, a short breath taken between his words, "..smile." His tail tightened in Arisa's grip, though in his weak state it wasn't very strong, and it wasn't intended on hurting her, but if he was going to die in a world that didn't know him, he didn't want her to leave him until it was over. It was obvious he wanted to say something further, his lips faintly moving, his soul struggling to cling to the life that would have been so perfect if only Arisa had given him a chance.. If she had let him, if she had given her heart to him like he has to her.. then he could have helped her when she hurt.. even if all he did was hold her.
"I'm.. I'm... I..." He sounded scared, weak, desperate for her to help him, help take away the hurt, help stop the tears from draining him.. There was still such a distant, near death look about his gorgeous eyes, still slowly fading of life, but it wasn't the wounds, or the loss of blood even, that was causing such a sever decline in his life-force. The silver tears seemed to have almost stopped flowing, the thin, small, seemingly delicate silver droplets, gently now creeping down from the corner of his eyes. He wanted to tell her he was scared, Arlen has never been so scared before, not with this type of fear anyway.. this was a horrible, lonely, and uncertain of what was about to happen, kind of fear. He wanted her to hold him again, to lay across him like that night in the room.. To stay until the Prince languished into the uncertain grasp of the endless sleep that was so near taking him away from her forever.
Re: We begged to the moon and the stars above for sacred lovArisa
Arlen's breaths were so faint in comparison to hers, so quiet, so weak. They echoed softly in in a duet with her own fatigued breathing, her chest rising and falling quickly against his. The young merman’s chest barely lifted at all as he breathed, and his heart beat was slow and distant in her ears, not at all the strong, powerful pulsation that she had been lulled by the night she slept so contentedly in his arms. She knew with painful, bitter satisfaction that he was suffering; he was in more physical and mental pain than she had ever witnessed anyone be tormented with before...anyone but herself.
But the more he suffered, the sooner they could stop crying, stop bleeding, stop hurting. Willow's words swirled through her mind as she lay in the still, staring off into the night through tormented jade eyes, silent tears pooling into the crook of her prince‘s neck where her head rested. Once she was done with his torture, his payback, then she could forgive him for the nightmare he had turned her life into, the anger would seep from her body, and they would no longer have to hurt. It was like following the instructions to a medicine, positive it would make it better...
"You were....hurting.."
His whispering voice choked out the words nearly inaudibly, but his effort was not in vain; she needn’t even strain to hear him. Her eyes slid shut, letting his voice echo around her as she tried to gather the strength to strike at him again, her figure trembling of fatigue and cold, arms still curled in around his neck. Though Arlen’s was undoubtedly worse, she too was a victim of indescribable weakness, kept conscious by her will alone.
"..the day....we first met."
His whispers were separated by painstaking pauses, and she could feel his form gasp weakly for air between words. But she was only half paying attention to the signs of life draining from his body, memories were flickering through her mind in fragments. She had been in pain when she had found him, her finger tips smeared with her mother’s blood, her fists with her sister’s. But she was coated in so much more blood now…and she felt so much more pain. Ever since the day she had met him, her life had only gotten worse. The demon who tainted her, only strengthening the vampress‘s hypnotic control over the girl, generously pointed this out and turned Arlen‘s words around; using the last of it’s power over her to poison her further, rekindling the anger and confusion that fueled her attack.
"..But..I've.. I've... ss..seen.. you.."
Fear now tainted his straining voice, and Arisa was convinced he had sensed the anger than had tensed over her, that that would fuel her attack once she’d gathered her remaining strength. He was desperately trying to confuse her again before she could collect herself, to intoxicate her with his lies. But despite this, his broken sentence was not done, and she denied the wraiths hissing commands to not to listen.
She was so happy to have the certainty in what she was doing, the sureness that her hypnotized insanity had brought her. She had not been positive on any of her actions for far too long. But now she knew what she had to do, she was sure of it. Yet the understanding she had was fragile, and would make no sense to her once Willow’s grip on her mind wore off and the demon left her. Just by listening to his last words her possessor knew she was risking the delicate balance of her twisted logic, but had no way to stop her.
"..smile."
She barely felt it, despite the intense sensitivity of her tail, as his tail tightened almost painfully around hers. Arisa was laying in silence against him, had she not been kneeling slightly she would have been totally on top of him. Her still watering eyes opened again to stare unfocused into the darkness, the gentle movement of the waves sounding rhythmically around them.
Amongst all the pain he had brought, he had brought happiness, he had made her smile.
She smiled before because she liked his company, and she liked him. And that still remained, despite how much she believed that everything was because of him, how he had hurt her so very much and knew it all along. She still cared about him as much as she ever had, something she had never wanted to admit in the first place. But she cared about him, and the damage she had been inflicting on him, body and mind, was proof.
Just let him suffer a little bit longer, just a bit longer…and they would be free. The blood would wash from both of them. She liked blood, she always had, but not this time. She had not wanted this blood, it was not art like the crimson sometimes was to her, not beautiful, and it didn’t have the same taste. It was a bitter, a lingering reminder of her torment.
"I'm.. I'm... I..."
There was fear, weakness and pain ringing clearly in his voice, and though she couldn’t see it his eyes had been drained into a far off, fading look. Slowly, and with an excruciating amount of effort she pulled herself up from his figure, gazing down at him with her own tearing eyes. There was so little life left in him…
He had suffered enough.
The same, steady stream of crystalline tear drops slid down her cheeks as she gazed down at the broken prince, all the malice inside her fading. But it was not only the malice that was fading, it was the demon, the wraith was being dispelled from her body, as was the Wicca’s control. They had done their job, and the demon took it’s original, cloaked form behind her without notice, moving off into the night to again seek out it’s master.
Suddenly Arisa found herself free of the foreign mind control, and along with it the muddled understanding she had gained. It was like waking from a dream, the blurred, misty memories of it faint and difficult to grasp, the sight before her slowly registering in her mind.
Beneath her was Arlen’s bloody figure, his face wet with precious, crystal tear drops. Slowly her widening gaze shifted down to her hands, both soaked in silver blood.
Tears began to pour much more rapidly down her face, and blurred her vision as she stared in shock and horror at what had become of her gentle merman, a muffled whimper of shock and surprise fading into the atmosphere. Her features contorted with disbelief and panic, and her tail grasped double as tightly on his. He couldn’t be like this…this couldn’t be happening
But it was, she could see the life draining from his face…and it was her doing.
“No…hell no…”
She shook her head as she whispered, slowly at first, then with increasing speed. Her silver and red tainted hair whipped around her shoulders and face, her voice striking up again, first in a choking, gasping whisper, then in a shrill, furrious scream,
“A nightmare…no…DAMN IT!”
And what a nightmare it had been, a painful, bloody nightmare. Her claws shot though her hands in panic as they formed into fists, her body running momentarily rigid; but after a few seconds her figure again loosened weakly with exhaust, and her arms fell limp, her claws pulling back into her blood-soaked hands. Her head fell into her palms, the crimson tinted, silvery liquid smearing onto her already crimson-tainted features. Her tail slithered back from Arlen’s, wrapping painfully tight around her own waist.
She hurt, hurt so very badly…it felt as if she would be sick from the pain that was ripping at her already tattered heart. Images flashed through her mind, her pouring green eyes wide with a distant expression. His screams echoed in her ears just as they had moments before…but now she heard them.
She had not had anything to drink for hours, hours in which she had spilled enough blood to supply more than one person completely. Had she not been gifted with her father’s healing powers, she would have been dead long ago. But it was taking it’s toll on her; she was dehydrated and her body was denied the necessary flow of blood and oxygen. Her muscles shook with the effort of holding her upright, even thinking was painful. But the tears continued to pour from her eyes like fountains, her tear ducts burning and stinging with sharp pains as they worked over time. She was not accustom to crying, and she had cried more in the past few hours than she ever had in her entire life.
The veins in her tear ducts burst, filling them with blood instead of water.
The thick texture of blood filled her eyes, blurring her vision as it poured from her eyes like tears. Crimson fogged over the forest jade of her bright eyes, and made everything around her a ruddy red, like looking through a colored window.
A few whimpers escaped her lips as sobs began to rack her body, shaking more violently now from both cold and weakness. It hurt, it hurt so intensely bad, both inside and out. She was lightheaded, and couldn’t think straight, still half trapped in her nightmare.
“Please…make it stop…make it go away…”
She pulled her hands away from her face, holding them out in front of her, staring first down at her stained hands, then turning them over to gaze fixedly at her wrists. She could make it stop, make all the pain leave her; she had always had the power…but never the will.
It was something she would have probably not gone through with under any other circumstances, not to say she hadn’t seriously considered it before, but she had always come to the same conclusion. There were joys and pain in life, and despite the fact that she seemed to be given such heavy doses of torment, especially in the past year, there were good things that she was not ready to sacrifice.
But she was ready now, she would give anything to rid herself of the pain that beat so heavily down on her, and to rid the unprepared world of her. She would do no more damage to anyone, and she would not hurt anyone else like she had hurt Arlen.
Her right hand moved torpidly to her left, forming weakly into a loose fist, her knuckles resting softly against her wrist. Just one more little bit of pain, then she could rest…rest, and never have to worry about waking up.
Her fist tightened, trembling terribly with the effort of flexing the muscles in her lower arm once more. A muffled scream escaped her lips, fading in to a soft, pathetic whimper as her claws slit with ease through her left wrist. They pulled back, and her left hand hung limp, the massive amount of blood pouring down her arm making little difference in her already crimson view.
Slowly she lowered herself down off of Arlen, laying herself down next to him. Her bloody left arm lay limp over his chest, the precious blood draining rapidly from her. She shifted herself to lay on her right side, facing him, her body leaning over against his. Crimson-tainted eyes gazed at him with unhindered adoration, and her uninjured arm wandered up to rest against his cheek, the both silver and red blood that coated her fingers thickly rubbing off onto his face.
“I’m so s…sorry Arlen…I never w-wanted to leave you…”
She let her eyes slide close, her head snuggling up against him. Her voice was a struggling whisper, trembling as violently as the rest of her. She took a few moments, panting even more now than before, trying to find the breath to speak to the one she lay pressed up against,
“I-…I feel so cold…”
She fell once more into silence as she turned the last of her effort to choking in shortening, gasping breaths, clinging desperately to her prince’s bloody form. Her tail slowly unraveled from around her waist, and curled again around Arlen’s tail, this time with all it’s strength. She was fading, and her body and mind had begun to grow numb, so comfortingly, painlessly numb.
Re: We begged to the moon and the stars above for sacred lovArlen
ooc: *grumbles* I lost my other post, sorry it took a while to redo this..
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Even though there was a pinch of discomfort for a moment in his tail, and yet also at the same time it felt nice, there was no sign of him even noticing, remaining so motionless and still.
“No…hell no…”
The phrase made little sense to Arlen, if he was feeling better and able to focus more he might remember some people using 'hell' as a dreaded something 'something bad' has happened phrase, but then again he has also heard it spoken in a highly positive way as well, like when Max was in the kitchen and bursted out loudly 'oh hell yes!!' when he was agreeing to something excitedly.
“A nightmare…no…DAMN IT!”
No, no Arisa was hurting, Arlen had to help her, he had to, but his arms wouldn't move, just let him hold her, let him please, just let him comfort her for a moment. The was a fearful chocking gargle in the back of Arlen's throat when she pulled her tail away from his, he wanted her to bring it back, he tried to speak but sound refused to come out properly. The panic that ran frightfully through his mind caused his heart to race even faster, and yet the beating still slow and weak, deathly pathetic against what it usually was like.
“Please…make it stop…make it go away…”
Everything blurred, had he fallen unconscious for a moment or his mind just grew to dazed to actually register what was happening, he felt a sudden tug at his thoughts as the sobbing was silenced by a muffled scream. Her body leaving Arlen, the chill racing to bite into the skin she was keeping relatively warm by having her body against him. Terrified she was about to leave him, Arlen allowed his eyes to slowly drift shut, but she remained beside him, her arm refusing to leave the touch of his skin. Her crimson life force oozed hastily from her already weakened form, the warmth of her blood soothing the chill on Arlen's chest.
He didn't understand.. he didn't know what was happening, what it meant for human's to lose their blood, slowly his face turned towards her as she inched closer to his form. Taking so much effort for the simple turn of his head, his bright eyes seeming so unusually dull and yet slightly more focused on her own. Oh.. he would die a thousand times simply to see this look she now wore for him, he would cast away all hopes of life if only this moment would last forever, forever lingering in death was a torment unbearable for most, yet it would be a blessing if this is the only time Arisa will look at him like this, it filled him with such powerful hope.
“I’m so s…sorry Arlen…I never w-wanted to leave you…”
Her fingers ceased stroking across his cheek hen she started speaking, yet he could still feel the tips of her hand gently caressing his cold skin, a burst of warmth erupting beneath her fingers. He could feel her trembling, his body too weak for such energy wasting reactions, struggling desperately to fight for life.
“I-…I feel so cold…”
Again Arlen's eyes closed, Arisa's tail taking hold of his, it was not Arlen's fault what happened next, it was not something he did on purpose, though surely if he knew he could do it, then he would have, but at the same time, he was not aware Arisa was dying, he did not understand that, so perhaps then it was good what was about to happen was not something of Arlen's purpose intentions.
Arisa's blood seeped into his own torn flesh, but unlike the blood from before, this blood that flowed from her was that filled with love, and the sense of sacrifice, both very potent emotions. A moment later Arlen gave a rather pained gasping breath, as if breathing in air through a straw, everything inside him burned, it was too warm, searing pain, and yet a moment so powerful that it almost numbed out all the agony he felt. He could feel his body strengthening, the warmth numbingly pleasant now, the Prince barely able to feel the wreckage that his body has become. He could not notice the visual spender of his body as it glowed so majestically, as if all the moonlight he had absorbed now radiated from his skin so softly in the darkness of the night.
With a pained effort, he shifted his body so it was on his side, now facing Arisa who lay so quietly, so motionless, Arlen looked dazed, almost as if he was in a dream and this was not real. Agonizingly Arlen inched his fingers to her cheek, his breathing calm, smooth, still slow and weak, yet it didn't seem to both him at all. The angelic Prince of the seas stroking his fingers across her blood-smeared face, letting the tips of his fingers linger about her lips. With a faint smile, he leaned a little closer to her, gently pressing his lips against her own, unable to taste the essence of her life, and his, that tainted her lips and mouth.
It didn't occur to the prince that she was dying, that in a few precious moments she would be gone forever, it didn't matter, he had her now, he was alright, he could move..a little clumsy, he didn't realize in a few moments he would pass out, but as far as he felt right now, it was as if he could kiss her for all eternity. There was a hurtful tugging in his heart suddenly, his body cried out from the pain that engulfed him once more but he had no strength to make even a whisper of a noise. The glow from his own form seemed to creep over Arisa's, it hurt so badly, as if he was losing something from deep inside of him, and yet moments later it felt as if it was all coming back, as if Arisa was healing him, he could almost sense it. He had no idea that he had given her a part of his life force, and in turn some of her own returned into him, virtually, both shared a part of each other's soul, when one hurt, so did the other, if Arisa dies, then so will Arlen, and she goes if he dies, connected perfectly.. and yet there was a glitch in the ancient magic of the heart.. Arisa was connected to Willow, and Arlen could feel that connection, and Arlen could sense other demonic or heavenly essences in the area, and no Arisa would be able to sense it. As if their minds were now linked, so much so that soon they may even feel the emotions as well as the physical pains of their group.
An instant later Arlen slipped off into a state of blissful unconsciousness, the two motionless figures however were not alone, nearby the watchful eyes of three others stood unseen by mortal eyes.
"What exactly did you want us to do with them, poke them with sticks till they wake up?" William gave a mischievous little grin and his twin sister cast him a stern look when the Angel guiding them looked displeased with the comment.
"These are your charges, as a Guardian Angel-" There was an annoyed look from William who added rather indignantly 'Demonic Guardian Angel's, thank you very much.', crossing his arms and looking grumpily ahead at the cuddled figures. "-As I was saying, being Guardians you will possess unique abilities that you can only use with your charges, instantly shimmering to their location, able to find them wherever they are, able to sense if they are in danger, speak any language they speak, other such simple basics that you will get the hang of as you go." William opened his mouth to ask what they were supposed to do with two cuddling kids, but the Angel disappeared from sight. Kaira smiled slightly, moving over towards Arlen and the girl, she knew his name, she knew all about him, it was amazing, a single look at his face and she knew so much, another 'gift' from being their Guardians.
Gently her hand pulled Arlen away from Arisa, lifting the boy up and looking towards her brother, she didn't need to say anything, it was obvious she was taking the boy back to the place he had been living. Kaira expected William to follow her, so when she shimmered off in a sparkling array of shimmery pale blue glowing orbs she thought he would join her soon after. But he didn't, when William approached the girl he felt such sadness, so much confusion, and he knew she felt unwelcomed at both the school and her mother’s brotherhood.
The basic, simple way to describe William is to say.. pirate, the man lived in a dimension similar to the human age that possessed pirates and treasure hunters. William removed his pale grey hat, a long fluffy white feather elegantly seen sprouting from the side and shifting gently behind him as he moved. A thin red cape that flowed from his shoulders to drape about his ankles gently billowed with his steps, his head cocking lightly to the side, unaware of how much trouble this seemingly peaceful creature was going to get him into, with those around her, and those who he must answer to.
"Dare not cast your heart away, for the love that burns within grants strength beyond all wildest dreams," There was a sword at his side, he look most definitely out of place, but for him, it was Arisa who dressed oddly. William healed Arisa’s body with his own powers of 'repairing', be it fixing broken glass or healing broken skin and bones, William was able to do it with ease, though the larger the damage the greater effort required.
His hands gently lifted her now healed body, though it would still need to recover from its sever blood loss, and shifted her so that Arisa's back rested against a smooth rock nearby. Taking off his red cape, the relatively young angelic demon carefully wrapped Arisa with it, hoping to chase away her chills, though partially worried, wondering if he should leave her to wake on her own and watch her from afar or stay with her.. Humans did not tend to welcome William's presence, though that was mainly because his father, Cole Turner, would send human assassins after the poor child and now even demonic ones were hunting him down.
The former part time pirate stood up and quickly moved off to the edge of the water, dipping a small cloth he pulled from its hiding spot in his belt into the salty water and moving back to the girl, he felt a little light headed from healing her, he did not use his powers often so it was more strainful then it ought to be on him. Tenderly William stroked the moist cloth over her furred face, trying to remove the blood but it was not a very good job since there was so much and some was fresh yet some was dry.
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