The arrival of his other 'pets' had an odd effect on Willow, mainly because one of them was Rogue, didn't Matt realize how jealously angry Willow was towards that mortal? Rogue had the affections of Spike, the one person who had ever fully noticed her, and to top it off, her sire, and instead of returning her own affections he goes moon-eyed after that pathetic creature. Her body got so weak from trying to fight off Kayel's poison that it withered back to her human appearance. Though the pain only seemed to get worse, it was impossible for her to curl up any further on her knees, her head slowly lifting so her eyes could stare back over her shoulder at the filthy mutant servants.
The now deep blue eyes of her pretty face peered up at her cousin who was ready to attack the one being able to end her excrutiating pain. The young vampress forced her trembling form to her feet, turning her body to face Matt, her eyes glaring at Rogue who dared get close to her cousin. That mutant seemed to take pleasure in stealing away all those important to Willow, the fanged Wicca stubled almost tripping over as she turned towards Kayel, blocking Matt's path of attack. Her slender, perfect, and flawless figure moved still with its airy elegance even if she was weak, though her steps where slightly unsteadly.
The timid touch of her pale fingers reached for the Dark Lords armoured chest, the ruby lips that brought a touch of color to her fair face hovered closely towards his front, her cool breath beating against the powerful being in an instinctive human reaction to pain. Slowly her hands reached up, dragging lightly over the smooth surface as they moved about his neck, pulling her body against his, her cheek stroking against his breast plate as she gave a pained purr while her eyes closed.
If they would attempt to destroy Kayel, then she would rather be destroyed then suffer longer, her hands clung to his shoulder even as her legs began to lose their strength. Willow and Matt had an easy ability to alter their appearence, and Willow's over the past few months had been shifting continuously, her hair and her eyes changing shape, length and colour often and sometimes without her even meaning to. The naturally empowered Witch needed to learn how to more properly focus her over flowing powers that spilled often out of control. But since she enjoyed the pain and distruction it threatened to cause around her, she never minded that her outbursts would have such destructive results.
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(3/13/04 9:08 pm)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
The figure fell in silence onto the top of the Renaissance Hotel, the wispy figure of her long demonic-shaped tail slashing at the air behind her. She could feel the presence of the other wraiths inside the building, and the strong radiating power the Witch King, drawing her to him…
She leapt from the edge of the rooftop, her figure landing in an animal-like crouch as she balanced her figure atop the short out-crests of windows, leaping from one to another as she moved down in silence.
She swung herself in and down through the open window into the brightly lit room so full of figures. Her feline-like pupils shrunk and slimmed till they didn’t take in so much of the light in the room, the green of her eyes darkened by the smeared, black eyeliner around them, the skin around her eyes still a bit moist from all of the pained, frightened tears she had shed when the merman had pinned her, stabbing her repeatedly...
The rays of light fell down over the figure as she pounced in a few bounds to the Witch King’s feet, a deep purr reverberating out from deep within her chest as she brushed her figure against his leg, the short, velvet soft fur that gave her her blue pigmentation gliding over his armor. The long demonic shape of her whip-like tail curled around his ankle for a moment, before sliding away as she moved to crouch in front of both the Witch King, and the Vampiress against him, the long swarthy blue tail slashing around her back and shoulders as if to dare anyone to try to get past her.
The purr reverberating out from her bloody jaw shifted into a deep growl as she turned her snarling face to Kayel. Now as the light poured over the blue figure, it was more than apparent she was a young girl, perhaps 14 or 15, with quite a few obvious mutations. Her long brownish hair lay in tangles around her face and shoulders, some of it tainted with the same crimson that seemed to be smeared over most of her body. Her fitting black shirt was tattered in multiple places, and the cloth around the tatters was wet with blood, matching that that still wetted her lips and left slide marks down her jaw. As she shifted her legs under her, both hidden under the surface of loose, almost baggy black jeans that hung low from her hips by a spiked belt, she moved her lower body to be more ready to spring.
Arisa: "I'm not ready to fall in love.."
Spike: "Lil'late t'be sayin' that ain't it Pet?"
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The new arrival easily caught Willow's attention, as usual the undead creature's mind was completely distracted from whatever was being thought previously. Her head turning about slowly, her body inching away from Kayel's front, her knees giving way and forcing her body to collapse to the floor. But it didn't seem to faze her, the young vampress stalking closer towards the blood soaked mutant while on all fours, making her level with the furred feral.
The difference between Arisa and all the other's was simple, other then the fact she was soaked in blood she was also the youngest, she was covered in soft blue fur, she was more of an animal. Willow's mind worked feverishly to access all this in her weaker state, but even in all her pain she managed a flicker of a smile to creep across her pretty face towards Arisa.
"..Arisa." The fanged Wicca's voice purred from her lips in excitement "I've seen you with Spike.. playing with my Spike." Her tone of voice was rather possessive, her hand reaching out and stroking over the fur of the feral's coat, little plans being formed in the back of her unstable mind. If she kept Arisa, then Spike would come for her, of course he would also come for Rogue but there was no way Willow wouldn't kill her first.
"Poor Pet.. all hurt by the one who says he has given you his heart." Most of the blood was dry by now, whatever damp spots where not moist enough to be of any real help for Willow as she pulled her hand away and looked down at the faint smudges of blood on her pale plam.
"I know all about you," It was one thing that Willow was good at, her dark magics helped her get information from people, and since Arisa's mind wasn't at all shielded by any powers it was so easy to see into the young girls thoughts. "All about what they have done to you.. no one truly understands you.. but I do." A pained smug grin spread into her ruby red lips as she inched her body even closer to the feral, taking pleasure in messing with Arisa's mind even though she was already in sever pain from Lord Kaye's powers.
"My little fuzzy Pet.." She purred once more as her eyes hungrily stroked over the slim shapeshifters features. "I know what hurts you.. rotten big sister, but the thing is.." Willow's lips moved closer towards her sensitive ears as she whispered to her "Do you know why she hurts you?" With a gentle giggle, Willow pulled her face a little bit away from Arisa so the feral could look at her in the eyes "Everyday you're..'dear'...'sweet'..'kind'..'loving' brother.." There was a thick tone of sarcasme in her silky voice as she spoke "..knew just what to say in order to make her hate you, every moment of every day, throwing loving comment after adoring comment, trying so hard to make her so jealous that she'd want nothing to do with you." Willow's palm rested on Arisa's cheek, the Wicca's face moving closer towards the mutant, taking in the scent of blood that was all over her.
"Poor little Pet.. all hated and alone.." Willow's fingers stroked over Arisa's furred cheeks with almost a look of affection "I wouldn't leave you all alone.. not like that awful family of your's.. you're own mother wanted nothing to do with you, your father wanted to get rid of you.. your sister wanted to kill you.." Willow seemed overly delighted that she knew about Arisa's pain and how everyone hated her.. of course really no one hated her, they all loved her, and her brother hadn't intended to make Madison jealous, but Arisa didn't really need to know that...
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(3/14/04 6:12 pm)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
Casually, Storm had stepped between Kayel and Matt, following the Witch King's silent command. A mild frown appeared on her exotic features as the Wraith inside her recognized the one approaching their enemy in such an intimate manner as Willow. Wasn't she supposed to be on their side instead of joining forces with the Dark Lord?
This moment of confusion, however, meant a moment of weakness for possessing spirit who - unintentionally - had to loosen the grip around Ororo's mind, or better the power-crazed part of her that it used to control her. It was by far not enough to get the weather mutant's real self back into power, yet she awoke beneath the surface, a sleepy mind turning in tinted darkness only slowly beginning to realize what was going on outside that calming nothingness that was her mind.
Open disgust was shot at Willow as hers and Rogue's eyes met. It was contradictory, indeed, for now that the southern belle's feelings had turned to the opposite, the negative attitude towards the vampiress she had developed as an result of her love to Spike and the memories she had absorbed should as well have changed totally. Yet they remained the same, yes, they had even increased.
Keeping her eyes focused on the redhaired girl, Rogue longingly let her lips wander over Matt's neck, drawing wet lines on delicate skin. Fragments of thought and power reached the absorption mutant's body, thrilling her in an almost sexual manner. He would barely notice there was something lacking but for her, it was the kick she unknowingly had been searching for her whole life. Taking without asking, whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted - the literal Rogue.
The possessed X-Man was neither of both beings existing inside that deceptively fragile-looking body but one perverted by the other with Rogue's Id reigning. See. Want. Take. True freedom.
Dryad as well took the chance to get his freedom. While the other Wraiths prepared for battle to protect their master in the one or other way, directly showing it as Storm or subconsciously ready without hinting at it openly as Rogue who didn't even know about that fact herself, the greening mutant slowly stepped backwards. The shadowy creature inside protested furiously and mobilized every bit of its dark mental strength to get Aran back under control until it finally realized he had never been following its orders by force anyway. Dryad had welcomed it in and obeyed as long as it had suited him but now was the time to change the rules. Without a word, the greening mutant turned to leave. This wasn't his fight so why bother?
Leaving the room he could not know that contrary to what he or the Wraith thought there was something caging his true self.
The shadow of a past full of unfulfilled vengeance.
All of them were too busy with themselves - their new bodies, feelings, possibilities - to really notice new arrivals. All what counted was what they knew... and the rest would become clearer with time.
"I cannot understand why there was any thinking
about hurting bystanders.
There are things that need to be done and if lightning strikes those 'innocent'
people, well, none of my business!"
"Spike? Ya mean that tanless wannabe demon with
some kinda sick crush on meh?
Oh gee, ah was just playin'! Seriously, how could someone actually be
in love with that?!
"Once I could believe in everything, knowing nothing
at all.
Those times will never return. An uneven trade for the real world.
I'll make those suffer who stole away my innocence and if it means to
pact with the devil... so be it!"
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::: Oh, I intend to make it a good one my Lord, I can assure you that. :::
The Dark Lord recognized the manner by which the Witch King had began to manipulate the pattern of reality's tapestry almost as soon as he began.
*A binding spell. And a powerful one at that. Impressive*
With a insanely calm countenance when one considers the circumstances, Lord Kayel stayed his ground. Even going as far as to fold his arms as the dark tendrils of magic snaked their way up the massive armored legs that bore the weight of the being that would take the utmost pleasure in slaughtering every living thing in this room. Fortunately for them, most of them are necessary for other plans.
The tension between the mutant called Rouge and the red-haired vampiress did not go unnoticed by the Lord of Despair. Such hate can be molded to his advantage with careful manipulation. A smug grin spread across the handsome visage of the Stygian Beast as a plan formed in his dark mind toward that very end.
Lord Kayel's stark white gaze never left Willow as she struggled to her feet and made her way over to him with a lithe, almost deadly grace that seemed to be only slightly marred by her pain. Even the demonic lord could not help but be aroused by the sexy vampiress' proximity to him.
Her presence was intoxicating. She was a pale rose laden with razor sharp thorns. A dangerous thrill wrapped in a curvious, fair skinned package.
"William was a fool to leave you for a trollop like that. you deserve better." muttered Lord Kayel in a voice loud enough to keep what he said a secret that the two, alone, could share.
It was all the more arousing to watch Willow set upon the young shapeshifter nearly as soon as she hit the floor. Already, Willow brought up many hurtful topics in an effort to set Arisa off balance even more than she already was. In effect, helping to further the Dark Lord's plans he had for the young Howlett.
It was becoming more and more apparent how useful Willow would be to have around.
His attention shifted back to the weather witch that placed herself in between himself and the Witch King. The power this relatively young woman possessed within her was staggering. All the more reason Lord Kayel had chosen mutants to be the main focus of his army of the Profound Drakness. Power like that can be tapped. And then controlled and focused at whatever the Stygian Beast commanded.
"Well, well....I certainly hope this is not your best effort, lesser."
Unfolding his arms and mumbling an incantation, Lord Kayel casts a vocally activated counterspell to the Witch King's binding spell, causing the tendrils wrapped about his legs to turn solid and grow stiff and brittle. By simply closing an out stretched fist, the now completely solid tendrils explode away from the Dark Lord's body in thousands of tiny glass-like shards that litter the floor adjacent to him.
"For if it was, I am quite disappointed." Lord Kayel wore a dark grin as he spoke.
"Now, it seems to me that a decision has been made. Hasn't it, Miss Willow?"
Lord Kayel's nearly empty eyes filled with a lustful longing as he glared down to the still tortured vampiress as he outstretched an open gauntleted hand out to her, beckoning her to come to him. Lord Kayel made sure to lessen the intensity of the pain searing pain she felt every time her eyes locked with his and only for that moment.
It seemed his main goal in this encounter had changed...
Re: The Coming of Darkness
ooc: *Jumps up and down for Nat's attention while stamping 'Read me' all over the post* I did our post now so I don't hold Judo up.. hope it also helps you with your post
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The words Kayel had uttered about William and Rogue caused a faint tingle of delight, at least another far powerful being agreed with her jealous thoughts. While Kayel addressed Matt and the others, Willow focused her attention on Arisa, the young farel was slender and pretty, even with her blue fur, it added a certain alluring quality to her. The pale fingers of the vampress drifted across the sensitive fur of the mutant creature, her lips hovering closer as her body incher nearer the girl.
"Willow will take good care of you my Pet, watch over you I will.. won't let those nasty runts hurt you again.. no one hurts my little Pet." A soft pur was heard as Willow's eyes shifted to their yellow state, her demonic visage appearing, the golden gaze strangely hypnotic, like a snake mesmorizing its prey. Everyone was far too busy with their own things to really care about what Willow was up to, her hand moving almost affectionately to Arisa's cheek as her lips hovered closely to her other cheek.
"Unwanted.. misunderstood, neglected and ignored, used and abused, all by the ones who say they love you.." The strong red lips stroked lightly over Arisa's furred cheek as she continued to speak in a hushed whisper "..You don't need them Arisa, you need no one, no one but me to keep away the bad, bad puppies who take pleasure in toying with you.." The luscious lips of the undead beauty travelled down her furred skin lightly, tracing their way towards her neck. Willow's hands trembled slightly from the pain she was enduring, but she did an amazing top of resisting giving into the anguish, almost as if it was merely intoxicating her further. The fanged Wicca always had such a strong flurtasious attitude, not caring it her victim was male or female, woman had such lovely soft skin, elegance, curves, they always smelled nice. Men was muscular, sometimes they would often also have intoxicating scents about them, their pride often a grat source of amusment for the undead witch.
Parting her lips slightly, Willow's cool, unneeded breath faintly stroking over the sensitive area of her neck, her fangs pressing against the feral's neck. The creatures fur was drenched in dry blood, teasing Willow's senses, tenderly biting down, the Wicca's fangs pierced Arisa's flesh, though the feral's pain was not felt due to Willow's ability to numb pain with her magic.
"For if it was, I am quite disappointed." Willow's ears focued on the powerful voice of Lord Kayel, one of her hands resting on Arisa's waist, her other still on the mutants cheek. There was sweet and powerful taste in her blood, the lingering mixture of Arlen's powerful silver blood still seeping through her vains, making her able to resist the urges of the Wraith inside her much easier then all the others, quite like Aran himself. Though her mind was poisoned with hate and anger, the foulness of the Wraith's soul still polluting her own.
"Now, it seems to me that a decision has been made. Willow's lips pulled away, her eyes staring towards Arisa's own emerald gaze, turning after a moment as Kayel spoke, her bright yellow eyes lifting to Kayel's out stretched hand "Hasn't it, Miss Willow?" The pale tips of Willow's fingers stroked over her red stained lips, the tip of her tongue licking away whatever lingered upon her lips. All the pain had faded, part of Willow assuming it had been Arisa's blood, her golden gaze flickering back towards the mutant only to have the pain swell within her once more. When she looked back up at Kayel, the pain once again subsided, a coy look in her eyes as she slithered away from where she and Arisa where knelling on the floor beside the Witch King.
There was a trance like look about her as Willow's eyes dared not wonder away from Kayel's gaze, her wondrous figure seeming all the more enthralling, almost as if she where doing her best to attract everyone's attention. She was prettier then Rogue, young and riveting, captivating, she was immortal while Rogue will wither away and crumble to dust in her undead lovers arms. With even greater mesmeric movements, her own entrancing touch and abilities out doing each movement before. Her fingers reaching for Kayel, their light touch exploring the armoured gauntlet he wore, her body inching more towards his, her hands gliding up his arm towards his shoulder, one of her hands trailing off to rest over his chest. The young Wicca's face tilted upwards in order to keep her eyes locked on his, only letting her gaze drop away as she cuddled her body against his side, her other hand creeping towards his lower back as her eyes watched her wondering fingers run slowly over the smooth armour that covered his front.
Throwing a look of supremecy towards Arisa, when Willow was better she would be able to use her dark magics to better twist Arisa's loyalty, Willow always was one for luring pets into her control. The fact she knew that Spike had an odd little bond with this creature made it all the more intriging for Willow to ensnare her in a web of lies and decites that would put her under the dark control of the vampress. She would cause the same heartache by removing those close to her sire and turning them against him as he had left her and turned against her.
"A tasty treat, but perhaps you are too weak, you're mind to feeble to understand the great potential of power you have.. maybe you deserve to be left for the dogs to have their way with you," A wicked look crossed through Willow's pale expression as she teased the young feral "Maybe you are not strong enough to break free of all the pain and lies, all the suffering they have caused you might have faded the untold power that lies within you.. I could make you truly feared as you where born to me," There was a slight scoff in her voice as she added rather coldly "Not a snivling cowered hiding away in her shadows of dispair, trapped like the pathetic crature you allowed them to turn you into." Willow's mind returned her focus towards Kayel, unable to help but continue to torment her prey, a pleasurable reaction that had been denied to her for many hours, and even then none had truly been enjoyable. An X-men, now that was utter delight, such of the scales she hasn't felt for months upon endless months. But to be taken away by the great and powerful lord.. the loss of being able to continue her torturous twisting of words was a sacrifice she was willing to make at this point.
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(3/15/04 10:31 pm)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
Matt felt the soft feel of Rouge's lips on his neck, and although he had an uncontrolable urge to through the young woman off at a moment like this, he knew that her powers would only be strengthened by his abilities, his power, the very darkness flowing within him. He could do little as the possessed mutants began to form around him, in their own ways doing the one last thing they could before striking Kayel hard.
Matt watched with no control as Willow's slender form suddenly passed his own battle ready posture, blocking his path, his very ability to attempt to strike at Kayel with another blow gone as her own body pushed up against him. For a second jelously burst through Matt's system; how dare this 'man' come in here and attempt to not only bring him down, but also bring Willow into his own fold, use her for his own devices.
The powerful wicca felt the soft press of another by his leg and as he looked down the blood soaked for of another mutant, Arisa, was by him. Another of his Nazgul had returned and was ready to fight for him. The blood instantly caught Willow's attention and he was instantly relieved to watch as she left Kayels side and began to talk to thw Wraith, but not to the demon itself, to its host. To his amusement he watched as Willow played with her mind, began to manipulate her with her soft seductive tones, the gentle touches, even the skin breaking bite as Willow tasted her life blood was done in the most seductive way possible. It was like watching a carefully constructed art as she used her powers to get what she wanted, as always.
Matt's problems began to worsen though, the wraiths obviously weren't doing as well as they had hoped, little back up seemed to be coming from his supposed guardians and he soon saw that if things didn't improve soon it would just be between the two of the powerful magic wielders and he would have to do all he can to keep what he had found. He watched in desperation as Kayel casually pushed his own binding spell away, the entwind magic burning off of Kayel's legs as if it were wet cooked spagetti.
To add to Matt's sudden slight rush of desperation as his spell was so easily cast aside Willow began to return to his side. The problem was that everytime she did, he didn't have a chance at hitting Kayel with another attack, he could risk hitting her already weakened body. He didn't know what she was doing and he was finding it hard to deal with as she continued to quip at Arisa again.
Kayel's small taunts began to fuel him again, but Willow was now once again pressed against the large form of Kayel, his heavy armour diminishing Willow's slender frame and as light seemed to filter in from the damaged and broken hall Kayel seemed to illuminate making his appearance more intimidating.
Matt not going to react to him though, all he did was stand in his defensive posture, knowing that Kayel wanted him to go at him again, show a weakness that could be exploited and if it wasn't for Willow he might have. All he did was stare with his blackened eyes straight back into Kayel's, his features blank and deadly as dark black veins filtered to his skin. His mind though was somewhere else, it was with Willow and silently he spoke;
Will, what are you doing, how can i fight Kayel with you there, do you have a plan.....can you help....I dont want you hurt Matt's thoughts flooded into Willow's hoping he would get some kind of response, but he knew better than most how set in her ways Willow could be, she would always get her own way one way or another, Matt just hoped she would co-operate.
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The Untouchable Southern Belle Possessed Under Witch King’s Command
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(3/19/04 6:46 pm)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
It was just as Dryad left the room that Storm chose to leave her protective position to step a few inches closer to the Dark Lord.
A slightly ironic smile curved her lips in a manner that would have never been seen on her alter ego. There was a certain evilness to it but also something familiar.
"What issit?"
, Rogue asked only mildly interested as she allowed her well-trained body to longingly move closer to the Witch King's only to pull away from him a second later. There was a duty to be fulfilled and no matter how strange the hybrid of mutant and Nazgul was acting, commands were commands and had to be obeyed.
"Anticipation... mere anticipation"
, was the calm reply accompanied by distant thunder. The smile grew to an almost diabolic grin, sardonic insanity in the most favorable case, as the white-haired Windrider threw her head back to stare at the ceiling - as it seemed. A white glow stronger than everything that had ever been seen on her except for this short time back in Genosha decades ago changed her features in an unnatural way as no pupils were visible anymore.
"Weird idea o'fun ya got there"
With a shrug, the absorption mutant lifted herself into mid-air and pulled off her gloves. With a disgusted expression, she threw them carelessly in a corner and out of that movement whirled into Kayel's direction. With the utmost speed and outstretched fists first, the southern belle's form blurred slightly as she raced towards the Dark Lord even increasing her pace. Her supernatural strength and the speed were enough to even cause massive destruction to a iron wall. The question being what it would do to a living creature...
"I cannot understand why there was any thinking
about hurting bystanders.
There are things that need to be done and if lightning strikes those 'innocent'
people, well, none of my business!"
"Spike? Ya mean that tanless wannabe demon with
some kinda sick crush on meh?
Oh gee, ah was just playin'! Seriously, how could someone actually be
in love with that?!
Re: The Coming of Darkness
ooc: Sorry of the shortness...*Is waiting for Arisa's reply*..
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With a hiss towards the mutants, there was little Willow could do because her body seemed to collapse from beside Kayel, dropping to the floor. For a split second, that felt like long dragging minutes, Willow's now soft brown eyes stared up at the ceiling, she wasn't laying down before.. was she? Matt had said something to her before.. hadn't he? What had he said.. her eyes had turned towards him and stared at him for but a moment, her attention drawn back towards Kayel and his impressive surge of power that she could sense swell within him.
All will be well my cousin..
Even in his mind her voice had a delicate purr to it, though it was not strained by her weakness as her true voice was, ignoring the battle unfolding about her, one of Willow's hands reached out towards Arisa. The amazing blood within her had little effect on Willow while the dark powers of Kayel worked away within her.
..All will be how it once was
The vampress had her knees bent, but as she stretched them out, laying them down against the floor beneath her, her body seemed to gently slid a little further away from Kayel, though she was still in dangerous battle zone. There was a sweet smile on her ruby lips, an innocent look about her pretty face, her short hair growing slightly, curling greatly and dropping in tight ringlets about her shoulders. It gave her such a wondrous look, almost angelic if it hadn't been for the black leather and pale complextion.
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(3/21/04 4:23 am)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
The wraith posessing Tess watched the events around him with casual interest for a few moments before returning to searching Tess' memories. He had to know everything about her, how her powers worked and what they were capable of and even how she acted in case the need arose to fool some of her weak "friends". He soaked up the knowledge of her mind like a vacumn, storing away images of the people who would willingly help Tess and who could be of use to him along with images from her past.
It didn't take him long to discover the lonely outsider under the friendly face and he grinned inwardly upon realising that while she was personable and friendly she felt completely alone and different at times. This was knowledge he could use to get her to cooperate willingly with him although willing or not he would use her to do his master's bidding. What he found most facinating though was the true nature of a fairy, the wild mischevious side a normal fairy let control them, the side Tess kept locked away. If she was willing to explore her nature, her true nature than the girl currently trapped fearfully inside her own mind could become partner in the plans laid out for him. It was only a matter of time before she gave into that side of herself and he would urge along the process.
While the wraith inhabbiting Tess got to know his host better Loni's captor was beginning to let worry seep into him. He couldn't quite place the face of the one who had been sharing Loni's mind as he took her and feared the worst. This boy, for he was sure it had been a male figure, need only tell what he had seen and things would go downhill quickly. His master would not be pleased and the wraith began to think that perhaps he had been sloppy and maybe, just maybe he should have taken the time to find out who the intruder was and to dispose of him. Done was done now though, there was no going back and the best he could do was to not let anyone know about what could potentially be a big blunder.
Watching as the mutant Storm threw back her head and was overcome in a white glow, the one called Tinkerbell grinned and the look was one of pure evil that had never crossed the face of Tess before. Touching the ancient fairy power within her, Tinkerbell let her normally light lavender eyes take on the haunting violet look of a wild fairy and her complexion grew paler still as the small physical changes took place. Tinkerbell took hold of her powers inside her mind, admiring the natural feeling of them so different from how a mutant would use their powers. They were tied into her and to nature yet if twisted that certain way, as they were being now, they could be used for great evil.
The fairy girl and the dream mutant both watched with unnatural calmness as Rogue raced towards the Dark Lord, gloves no longer protecting any from her deadly powers. Tinkerbell wondered how this battle would go and her expressionless face took on an icy half smile. This was about to get interesting.
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(3/24/04 12:31 am)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
Arisa’s ears easily pricked to the sound of motion behind her, the sound of the vampress’s legs giving way as the Wicca’s attempted to walk on her own. But the feral’s face and thoughts remained fixed without distraction, the still cat-like eyes of jade glaring fiercely at Kayel; the look of abhor she was shooting him only made more ominous by her shadowy, tear-smeared eyeliner. Though the magic in Arlen’s blood may have still been running through the mutant, she lay silent in her mind, not fighting her defensive state, tainted by the desire of the demon to protect and please Matt Rosenburg. Despite the rather fierce independence that the feral had always held, she could become ardently loyal at times, and for certain people, and the Wraith inside of her was doing a good job of making sure she was just that. But of course, there had yet to be anything to really make Arisa want to contradict the demon half of her. As long as the wraith was present in her mind, there really was no fine line where the Wraith’s mind ended, and Arisa’s began, the metamorph’s thoughts tainted with the anger and malice that the demon possessing her consisted of.
A snarl parted the young girl’s blood-wet lips, small growling sounds escaping them as she waited eagerly for a chance to spring at her master’s enemy, waiting to see his response to the Witch King’s attack. But she never did get to see exactly how he broke free of her master’s spell…
The metamorph’s ears continued to pick up the sound of motion behind her, and finally she yanked her snarling face away from Kayel to turn to the sight of the vampress stalking closer and closer to her on all fours. A flicker of a smile etched over the creature’s pale, pretty face; causing the sneer to fade from Arisa’s features, her crimson-pasted lips to once again slide down over her own extended, almost vampiric canines.
"..Arisa."
A purring voice slid up from the woman’s chest, both the reverberating tone and the singular, oh-so-familiar word it uttered causing Arisa’s interest to prick on something other then Matt or Kayel for the first time since she had arrived. The stranger’s almost excited tone rung up again, the long wisp of a tail looming about the blue-pelted feral’s shoulders and back as she continued to listen intently,
"I've seen you with Spike.. playing with my Spike.”
The mutant’s ears seemed to twitch as another word, such a familiar connection of syllables, purred from the woman’s lips, Spike.
Arisa felt a feeling of longing run over her, like telling a scared child about their teddy when they couldn’t have it to comfort them. He was one of the few that she would allow her guard down completely with. She hadn’t known him nearly as long as others, Madison for example, who she wouldn’t let her eyes off of for a second, but there was something about Spike, her ‘big brother.’ Something that made her so sure he understood her better than perhaps anyone else ever could, understood what it was like to not just be seen by people as a monster, but to be one, and know it…
Aris’ eyes widened slightly as a delicate looking hand reached for her, leaning back a bit from the outstretched hand; but the mind twisted of both Wraith and mutant knew that Willow was the Witch Kings cousin, and trustable. A tingle ran through the crimson painted figure of the metamorph, fanning out through her like a thick ripple as the pale fingers of the undead Wicca’s hand stroked gently over her short, velvety pelt. Her swarthy blue tail gave a rather sharp twitch, running slightly rigid at the contact that Arisa was so very unaccustomed to, the foreign feeling of another’s skin against her own. Her features winced slightly for a moment, before sliding into a look of slight relief as she became more accustom to the pets, her muscles loosening slightly. It felt so…so strange, but in the same way oddly relaxing…and if she was the Master’s familar, then it was alright…
"Poor Pet.. all hurt by the one who says he has given you his heart."
The feral’s insides gave a sickening jerk at the reminder of just why she had blood stains coating almost ever inch of her, the searing pain taking it’s hold over her again and making her feel almost ready to retch. The possession had forced all thoughts of what had happened only minutes before from her mind, but now it was back in full force. She was far to lost in her own sea of emotion, anger, self disgust, guilt, and betrayal, to pay any mind to the vampress as she pulled her hand from the silken, now messed with blood, coat of blue, and admired the smears of blood on her palm; but she did pay attention as the purring tone of Willow struck up again, her cat-like pupils flickering up to meet Willow’s,
"I know all about you, all about what they have done to you.. no one truly understands you.. but I do."
The forest jade gaze of the mutant flickered over the smug grin that had inched over Willow’s red lips, a red almost to match the crimson that drew focus to Arisa’s own blood-stained lips, and the wide marks showing where the blood had slid down her jaw in thick streams; memories of her bloody kiss. She felt her tail prick for a moment as the area between her master’s cousin and her shrunk, the pale beauty moving slowly nearer, her poisonous tone continuing to glide forth and snake it’s way into the metamorph’s vulnerable ears. The powerful vampress’ voice, whether intentionally or not, seemed to hypnotize Arisa in place where she would have normally slunk back from the woman…
"My little fuzzy Pet.. I know what hurts you.. rotten big sister, but the thing is.."
The shapeshifter could almost feel Willow’s eyes traveling over her, but still something in her mind wouldn’t let her move. Something in her didn’t want to move, and it may not have all been Wicca’s bewitching that drew Arisa to the strangely affectionate vampress, all interest drawn from the world around her to just Willow, Arisa, and the images and emotions flooding her mind with each silky, hypnotic word that pierced the feral’s mind as the ruby lips of the woman moved to whisper softly in her ear, causing another round of tingles…
"Do you know why she hurts you?"
Willow gave a quiet little giggle, before pulling back just enough to let a Arisa look into her eyes, those damned eyes that seemed to see right into her torment, overwhelmed mind, and that accursed silky tone, woven with thick sarcasm as it struck up again to light more fires in the feral’s unguarded mind,
"Everyday you're..'dear'...'sweet'..'kind'..'loving' brother..knew just what to say in order to make her hate you, every moment of every day, throwing loving comment after adoring comment, trying so hard to make her so jealous that she'd want nothing to do with you."
Tangled strings of thought and memories flickered through Arisa’s mind, accompanied by the quiet whisper of her own silent voice. It couldn’t be, no he wouldn’t…he couldn’t…but it fit so well.
Another strong jerk twisted at the shapeshifter’s insides, near being sick at the thought of Connor ever thinking such a thing; that idea only added on to the worlds of pain that were already suffocating her.
The half-hypnotized and pain-stricken mutant was in no shape to object to Willow’s palm moving to rest gently on her furred cheek, or the undead Wicca moving even closer to the mutant, breathing in the smell of blood that so thickly lingered over the girl, clogging up Arisa’s own sent of smell to the point she could hardly even pick up the sent of the huntress who had moved in so close…
"Poor little Pet.. all hated and alone.."
Arisa was choaking in air in sharp, sob-like breaths now, leaning into the foreign feel of Willow’s elegant, soft fingers stroking over her cheek. The woman who was a near stranger was giving her what was near a look of affection, and that was the last almost calming sight Arisa saw as she allowed her eyes to slide shut, blocking out the world. If only blocking out thoughts and memories was so easy…
"I wouldn't leave you all alone.. not like that awful family of your's.. you're own mother wanted nothing to do with you, your father wanted to get rid of you.. your sister wanted to kill you.."
They all seemed to crash down on her at once, all the pains and memories and emotions she wished she could just block out, sliding from the back of her mind where she had been struggling to keep them at bay for so very long. Of course, it’s impossible to put into words how it felt to have it all crashing down on her at once, Arlen and Connor recently added to the already enormous pile, because to list them only lets the reader see them one at a time, but never all at once as they were to Arisa, driving her to the brink of momentary insanity that had been struggling to get out for far to long.
Mystique seemed to have a good enough reason as to why she had never been able to have possession over Arisa, but despite Magneto surely Mystique could have slid out to meet in secret with her daughter at least once in her life, unless of course it was as Willow said, and she didn’t want anything to do with her…
Wolverine’s case was simple, he didn’t care about Arisa, he never had. He had shown only the tiniest bit of vague interest in his oddly-pigmented daughter for just that reason, only pausing long enough to look over the monstrosity that his genes had helped make.
Madison? That was even more simple, she hated Arisa with a passion, everything about her, end of story.
But Connor and Arlen? Just what Arlen had been doing to her, telling her, was enough to drive her near madness, but added in with the new realization about her ‘wonderful’ brother, those two were enough for one lifetime in a mental institute. But no, there had to be the other million things that had brought her near secret suicide even before the latest additions…
That left Spike, maybe Phoebe, and…well…that was just about it, apart from minor friendships and acquaintances. She may have had more people to lean back on had she not been pulled away from everyone she knew at the Institute, probably considered a traitor there, and not really have been able to meet much of anyone at the brotherhood. She was always so busy, trying to spend time with her mother and sister, and still be able to sneak of without being caught to see Arlen, Connor, and Spike, and that with both school and training… But her divided loyalties more than anything had separated her from both places, causing her to only glance guiltily at those on both sides who didn’t trust her…
Arisa’s eyes remained clenched shut, her features contorted in a look of pain and incomparable confusion, both which were becoming terribly familiar. She could feel Willow’s warm breath beating over her neck as she inched intoxicatingly closer, her lips hovering over the devastated shape-shifter’s sensitive skin. Her pale fingers traveled over Arisa, brushing over her short, velvety pelt as she spoke up again in her soft, bewitching tone,
"Willow will take good care of you my Pet, watch over you I will.. won't let those nasty runts hurt you again.. no one hurts my little Pet."
Watch over her, stop them from hurting her…Arisa felt herself move closer to Willow, if that was possible without actually being right up against her.
A soft purr, not unlike that the bewitched feral might have been letting out of her own throat at the affectionate touch had it not been so choked up with pain, rose up from Willow’s chest as her lips hovered over the metamorph’s cheek, her pale fingers moving once again with something near affection to Aris’ other cheek.
The dim, emerald light of the mutant’s eyes flooded in to the room as she forced them open, their deep green color only darkened by the smeared black liner that was still smudged around the two pricks of light. They were greeted by the golden yellow of Willow’s eyes, her own eyes becoming so fixed on the mesmerizing gaze of the vampress that she didn’t even notice the demonic form her features had shifted to, unable to do anything but stare back, her own choking gasps echoing in her ears,
"Unwanted.. misunderstood, neglected and ignored, used and abused, all by the ones who say they love you.."
Each word jabbed into Aris’ mind like a hot poker, whispered in a poisonous, hushed tone as her eyes slide shut once again, the hypnotic yellow orbs that had frozen her pulling away as the vampress moved her head to the side. Strong shivers jolted their way down the feral’s spine as the fanged witch stroked her lips over Arisa’s sensitive skin, the caress having it’s own hypnotic affect on the girl, sending all her senses on end as she seemed to stay frozen in place, tail rigid,
"..You don't need them Arisa, you need no one, no one but me to keep away the bad, bad puppies who take pleasure in toying with you.."
The ruby lips of the milky-skinned undead traced down her cheek and jaw, inching towards her neck with their strange, exhilarating strokes, the mutant’s senses, even her sense of smell able to pick up the vampress’s sent through the blood pasted over her now that she was so close, completely overwhelmed.
Arisa felt her nails dig into her palms as Willow reached her even more sensitive neck, her cool breath cascading down the mutant’s shivering skin. She couldn’t move, couldn’t pull away, couldn’t breath; images of Arlen’s lips brushing her neck flashing through her mind. Two sharp points pressed against the feral’s skin, piercing through her flesh painlessly.
One of the Wicca’s hands rested on Arisa's bare waist, most of her shirt still tattered, what remained stained with blood, the other pale, elegant hand on the mutant’s cheek. The feral’s breath was caught in her throat, her body to overwhelmed by both the strange sensations, and the memories they brought to be bothered with something like air, causing her to be even more light-headed.
Slowly, feeling it only a numb, sort of way, the blue-pelted feral felt the Wicca’s fangs pull back from her neck, her lips pulling away a bit more slowly. Once again those hypnotic, snake-like eyes stared into Aris’, leaving the mutant in a spacey state as the vampress turned away momentarily. In a silent daze the shapeshifter’s cat-like gaze watched the vampress’s fingers and tongue ensured that she didn’t leave any of the any of the feral’s blood wasted on her lips, the powerful elixir of Arisa’s blood still tinted with silver from Arlen. Two very thin, blood streams formed as the two newly formed holes in the mutant’s neck began to trail crimson, holes that wouldn’t ever heal away, a everlasting mark left by the magic of the one who had slit them. The woman’s golden, hypnotic gaze glanced back at Arisa for a moment, before tearing away, the undead beauty slithering away to leave her victim gasping lightly for breath, sprawled out in a strange sit on the floor.
While the vampress had been talking the metamorph’s animalistic crouch had shifted, her legs moving to a more eased kneel opposed to bent, ready to pounce. Both of her hands still acted like balencers, stabilizing her just like they would in a crouch, her palsm somewhere on the floor between her knees to keep the mutant from swaying. As her master’s cousin slunk away, the feral’s eyes slid shut, and she let her body slump forwar onto te cool floor, her tail swaying rather torpidly above her.
She had been tired before, having just healed up what would have been for anyone else several wounds, each fatale in and of it self, but now her exhaust was ten times worse. She had already lost far more blood then could be good for her, but Willow’s little ‘snack’ had left her with even less than before. The blood loss alone was enough to make her lightheaded and sickly, but added with all the strange sensations Willow had caused, the half hypnotism, and the indescribable pain racking her tormented mind, it all made for one hell of a freaking headache.
She lay in near silence, all urgency against Kayel momentary forgotten to the girl. Only her own raspy, sob-like gasps echoed in her ears, her sense of smell once again useless to pick up anything more than the strong scent of blood that still held her brownish hair in tangled clumps, and left skid marks down her jaw. She could still taste the thick, salty liquid lingering in her mouth and on her lips, the smells of both Willow and Arlen that still lingered on her clothes and hair faint in comparison where they would usually have been overwhelmingly strong.
She didn’t want to think, and she didn’t want to feel; but just like it always seemed to be for her, she had no choice but to do both. Images and strings of words flashed through her mind in a dream-like state, some causing her to claw with her nails at the flooring rather franticly, tail thrashing, and to slump back into a still heap when they faded. Only to have her mind invaded by a few more flashes seconds later, a few more little slices of hell.
“A tasty teat, but perhaps you are too weak, your mind to feeble to understand the great potential of power you have.. maybe you deserve to be left for the dogs to have their way with you,”
Another voice, this one not as faint as the others, rung up through her head, the toxic, silky tone holding a wicked tint. Arisa force her head up, using her arms to push her torso off the ground slightly as she forced her eyes to open, the cat-like appearance of her pupils now faded way since she had no more energy to hold the shift. It took her a minute to sort out the words she had just heard, the other voices and images quieting and fading away. After a few moments to run over in her rather sleepy head just what the woman’s words meant, another snarl parted the feral’s crimson lips slightly, her legs moving under her in an attempt to straighten herself out into a crouch again,
“Maybe you are not strong enough to break free of all the pain and lies, all the suffering they have caused you might hafe faded the untold power that lies within you.. I could make you truly feared as you were born to be,”
A hiss slid from the mutant’s lips, her darkly lined eyes narrowing in a glare as she finished moving herself into a crouch again, her tail now whipping, moving as if the cold words had sparked energy in the battered shapeshifter again.
“Not a sniveling cowered hiding away in her shadows of dispair, trapped like the pathetic creature you allowed them to turn you into.”
The quite hiss grew into a very audible growling as Arisa stared back at the vampress’s hypnotic gaze, her bewitching stare not seeming to affect the girl now that her pain was being channeled to anger. Her long, whip-like tail slashed into the wall beside her, lashing back away to leave a long, snake-like dent down the wall. She had taken far too much of this kind of taunting tonight, and she wasn’t going to take it for much damn longer,
Her growl did nothing to quiet as Willow stretched herself out on the floor, smiling sweetly, innocently, just like she had thought Arlen and Connor were. She paid very little attention as Rouge flew towards Kayel, all attention fixed on the vampess before her, or was it just the woman she was seeing…
The Wraith half of Arisa was doing it’s very best to keep the other half in check, Matt wouldn’t be pleased if she started slicing the pale beauty like old papers in a shredder. But it wasn’t very easy to keep an anger like that from exploding, after all, as far as the feral was concerned she had plenty to be furious about.
“I think I have had quite enough of being feared,”
Aris’ snarling tone rang up for the first time since she had arrived, gliding from her chest in a growl-like reverberation as she slunk nearer to the Wicca on all fours, her tail still slashing at anything in it’s path,
“Am I not alone enough already?”
She spat out the question in a furious, rising tone, as if daring any to contradict her. A loud snarl echoed through the room as she slammed her fist into the floor, her bone claws slicing through her knuckles and stabbing into the ground,
“I do not need to be hated more than I already am…”
She let the last words slip from her lips in a quiet whisper, her claws pulling back into her hand as her fist fell loose, even more blood trickling down her fingers. She didn't know what was worth fighting for anymore, but then again, she never really had.
Arisa: "Connor.. can we talk about Arlen..?"
Connor: "Um.. I'm not sure I'm ready for this kind of talk Arisa.."
Arisa: ".....I just wanted to know if we could go to the beach.."
Connor: "Oh...*Shifty look* ..Sure.."
Re: The Coming of Darkness
ooc: ...*grins* Aww.. you know how I like my slaves doing their best! *Cracks whip in Nat's direction* Now onto your other post...s!
*Remember's last time Loza did a massive post she had to beat Loza by at least an extra few words... stares at Nat's post* Meeeeh.. I'm not in a 3700 word posting moooood...*sulks* Well.. you're not Loza so I guess it's not as important for me to out do you! *Only 'out do' the important people who post for her regulary even at risk of failing school or going to school/work as a sleeping zombie*
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The pale figure that lay weakly on the ground was only amused by the girls responce, besides can one ever be feared too much? Her now pale green eyes shifted away from the blue feral, already darkening to a sea blue colour as they stared up towards the ceiling. Her eyes slowly brightened in colour, a bright diamond blue as they turned back towards Arisa after allowing a moment for the mutant to boil with confused anger, wrath and confusion.
He took advantage of you..
The words crept within Arisa's mind, the poisonous whispers so smooth and calm, almost sympathetic in tone, Willow could sense the conflict the young shapeshifter was having with her possessor. Though both seemed to feed off Arisa's anger, working with that could lead to her advantage, as much as Arisa told herself she didn't feel for Arlen as he had often told her he had and still does feel for her. But Willow could see into the shadows of both the feral's heart and mind, she knew the inner truth, and she would work that into her own source of torture for the girl.
He had caressed you with body arms and lips, yet he knew how you only thought of him as a friend..
Ignoring the finer details that had Arisa normally urging him on in some way, the way she'd hold his tail, a great sign of affection in his world, the way she always moved so closely towards him.. Just because she said one thing it did not meant Arlen himself could not tell she felt something for him, his people where highly evolved with their emotions and took great care in reading body language. Everything she did with him was liturally screaming out to Arlen that she did care for hi in return and that was what always confused the poor Prince who was only trying his best to understand her and her people and her people's strange way of doing things.
Tricking you down at the beach.. surely he knew exactly what would happen.. but he didn't tell you, doing that had he not abused your trust? Again taken advantage of you?
Her 'questions' where more like blunt facts, Willow's eyes seemed hauntingly familiar as she stared at Arisa, the bright startling blue identical to Arlen's own gaze. There was a piercing quaility to them suddenly, more then just hypnotic, their gaze like burning hot fire, glaring right into the depths of her mind. Their icy cold stare seeming to cause all other distracts in Arisa's mind to fade away in silence.. Willow wanted her to pay attention only to what she had to say..
Everyday.. he knowingly torments you, ripping you apart with guilt and confusion that he causes to swell within you so strongely, aren't you suffering enough without him adding to it?
There such a demanding tone behind her words, as if she was actually commanding something of Arisa though right now she had yet to give any orders. Her silky smooth voice seemed to powerful in her mind, though spoken allowed it would be riddled with a weakness and anguish at the pain flooding her body.
And now he suffers.. but he will not suffer long, he will find peace, like the peace you so often seek, he will find it while you linger on suffering with your dispair..
Whether Arisa realized Willow was talking about death or not, the fanged Wicca did not care, nor desire to explain in further detail, either way, all Arisa was to know was that Arlen had hurt her and now he seeks a peace that, as far as Willow was telling the blue furred feral, he did not deserve.
Stop him, make him suffer like he had made you, have your revenge on the one who lied and used you for so long, hurting while you when all along he lies saying he cares for you! If he cared, he would not have made you suffer so terribly, he would have left you alone and offered you the simple friendship you wanted from him!
It seemed the times Willow was most sane, was when she was completely enjoying her moment of tormenting others, even though the word 'sane' wouldn't really be often used to describe her state...
You should show him what he did to you, show him how you felt to be attacked without warning, hurt by someone whom was meant to care for you.. show him what he did you, find him.. show him.. punish him for the cruelty he has brought upon you.
The tone seemed to soften almost pleadingly, as if it was for Arisa's own good to go what Willow was saying, destroy the merman and all her problems would be solved. Of course the Wicca knew that it was most likely Arisa would not kill him, though there was a chance.. the thought intrigued her greatly. She wanted to watch, wanted to know what her little pet would do.. how far she was willing to go when following Willow's hypnotic commands.
Re: The Coming of Darkness
((OOC: This is crap. I apologize. My time is too short to do much better at this time. ))
The dark lord's attention was almost completely circumvented by the feminine wiles of the vampiric temptress. The way she continued to torture the young shapeshifter was pure genius. Not to mention, what she was doing for fun would serve to further Lord Kayel's future plans for the shifter know as Arisa.
*Perfect. Simply perfe..*
Lord Kayel's thoughts where interrupted by the sudden appearance of Rouges curvous form lifting from the ground to make a speedy beeline across the room with the intent to end this engagement in a most violent fashion.
It was apparent to the dark lord that this mortal knew not the nature of the being with which she dealt.
With a smooth, last-minute, sidestep the Stygian Beast avoided the souther belle's forward momentum. And with an even quicker hand motion accompanied by a vocal component that completed his spell before Rouge could change direction.
"Vigor Murus"
An opaque reddish force wall materializes directly in front of Rouge with the intent of allowing her to crash into it. With debilitating results.
Without the slightest hint of delay that would plague most spellcasters, the Lord of Dispair casts another -pair- of spells.
"Vigor Munio"
Another wall of energy effectively cuts the room in half, entrapping Rouge to have to face the dark lord by herself.
"Vigor Circummunio"
The Stygian Beast briefly glanced over to Willow's prone form as the final spell was cast. A circular wall of reddish energy flashes into existence, then turns just as transparent as the others. This time, surrounding the vampiress completely thus, keeping her from harm.
"Now, little mutant. We play."
Lord Kayel's massive form stalked over to Rouge with an ominous gait. The dark lord's long cloak of stygian hue bellowed in an unseen, unfelt wind. Without warning, a violet hued flame rushed over the Stygian Beast's head and dissipated as suddenly as it appeared leaving behind it the demonic skull helm that adorned the dark paladin on his many acts of brutality and malice against the people's of a land once known as Gysha. Lord Kayel plans no less suffering for the young mutant before him.....
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(4/1/04 8:14 am)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
The Dark Lord's sidestep had come far too quick even for Rogue's increased senses to react to. Decades of training and mere luck were just enough to keep her from crashing into the wall behind the spot where Kayel had stood before and beyond, yet as she whirled around, instantly speeding up her pace towards his massive form again, even this came too late to avoid her colliding with the magical barrier.
Only because there was no sign of damage seen on her face didn't mean there was no pain. For a second, stars where dancing in front of her eyes, flashes of light keeping her from seeing anything in this sudden blackness, but fortunately, this state disappeared rather quickly. Although her own (or better Ms Marvel's) powers formed the main part of what enabled her to recover this fast and made her physical defense strong enough to leave her unharmed by flying through massive walls, there was still something of Spike inside of her, even increasing stamina, strength and other attributes.
Nonetheless, this was by far not enough to defeat or even seriously harm the Dark Lord.
Kayel: "Now, little mutant. We play."
A mocking chuckle sounded from the possessed southern belle as the the helmet made of bone appeared, accompanied by Kayel's sardonic announcement.
"So tha's wha'ya brought the toy for... very dramatic, sugah bu' y'know what?"
An aggressive twinkle in her eyes was to be seen before the absorption mutant threw her body towards the Stygian Beast, directly aiming at his head with fists first.
"It SO not suits ya!"
Maybe, if she could break that skull, she would be able to touch the skin underneath and withdraw some of his marvellous power. She could almost feel it physically, this ancient might he radiated thrilling her even more than what she had sensed at Matt. The Witch King was nothing compared to this man, Rogue knew it.
And she wanted him.
"Spike? Ya mean that tanless wannabe demon with some kinda sick crush on meh?
Oh gee, ah was just playin'! Seriously, how could someone actually be in love with that?!
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(4/6/04 10:12 pm)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
Matt watched with a slight dismay as things began to fall apart, his perfect group of fighters doing little or nothing and despite his attempts to keep control and command of everything his abilities were going unheard. He watched as Willow, his trusted partner in the dark arts moved toward one of his warriors, the new, feline-like mutant, and she taunted her, Willow watched with a grin as her words cut into the mutant like a knife as sharp as any. What was worse was the fact that it was giving the mutant strength, strength enough to start fighting the demon soul inside her and he could physically begin to see the dark creature inside her forced from the body it had taken.
His attention was diverted again as he heard the loud booming voice of Kayel as the dark lord began to spew spell words. Quickly readying himself a defensive spell to counter the stygian beasts assault he soon saw that the spells weren't for him, but were aimed at one of his warriors, the one in the absorbtion mutants body. He watched without any ability to hault the spells as the young woman was incased in her own battle cage with the dark lord, the two of them alone and he knew that whatever he tried wouldn't allow him to break the barriers of Kayel's.
Suddenly pains began to shoot through the young but powerful wicca's mind, he attempt to brush them off but they got worse. He didn't know what they were and his first thoughts were that it was Kayel, using his enormous powers to focus a third attack on the Witch King while still torturing his cousin and fighting his dark warrior. But soon he realised it wasn't him, a faint screaming, ear piercing noise filled his mind.
For a moment he shook it off in time to look up and watch Willow be entrapt in her own clear field produced by Lord Kayel;
"Willow!" Matt shouted, hoping that he or she could do something to save the growing chaos and fight back, but the pain returned. Matt grasped at the heavy helmet that protected his head and yanked it off, throwing it across the room, his heavily veined pale face revealed from the amount of dark energy flowing through him. The screeching returned and in amoungst it a voice was heard;
You are pathetic, how could u even think of hosting me, your weak and failing miserably, even the greatest warriors of millenia are being made weak by you.
"What, who are you?" Matt shouted grasping his head to a voice only heard by himself.
You should never of risen me! You have weakened me! The page I have held since the dawn of time will be lost!
The pain increased as he slowly realised...his demon symbiot, a powerful entity of extreme power was rejecting him, he was loosing not anly against Kayel, but now agianst the one thing that may of made him close to being strong enough to fight Kayel and his minions.
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(4/19/04 8:23 am)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
The slits where Arisa’s claws had sliced through her knuckles were now bleeding, as always slow to heal. The blood spread in little web-like streams over the blue pelted feral’s hands, gliding down her fingertips, the potent liquid leaving thin trails in it’s wake.
Drip…drip…drip…drip…
The almost inaudible sound of the tiny droplets’ collision with the floor echoed inhumanly loud in the mutant’s sensitive ears. Her tormented jade eyes followed the blood as it fell from her limp fingers, not moving to wipe it away, nor stop it from leaving small stains on the hotel room floor. The minuscule amount of pain the three tares caused seemed to exist only as a reminder of all she had been through in the past hour, pitiful in comparison. The dried, crimson stains covering nearly every inch of her skin and tattered clothing were ominous a reminders of the damage she had taken, both to physical and mental, and the potent smell of blood resting too heavily over the battered girl to allow her to pick up the smells of Arlen and Willow that had rubbed all over her.
The smooth, hypnotic tone of the vampress struck up inside Arisa’s mind, silent to anyone’s ears. No surprise etched the features of the metamorph, she had been hearing voices in her head all night…
He took advantage of you..
Sympathy tainted the familiar tone, Willow’s voice like poison to the vulnerable shapeshifter’s ears. Arisa felt herself slump over weakly against the frigid floor as flashes and sounds once again plagued her mind, memories forced up by the Wicca’s words.
Images of Arlen and her laying side by side in bed, her body curled up against his, the sounds of his purring tone whispering in her ears. His voice and touch immobilized her to move away, breaking down her guard piece by piece, making her vulnerable, making her his…
He had caressed you with body arms and lips,
More flashes flickered though her mind, nebulous like the first and not quite distinct in where one began and another ended. Images and sensations of Arlen leaning down so poisonously, enthrallingly, close to her, his warm breath cascading over her face and neck, his intoxicating scent engulfing her. The memories rippled through her, shivers lashing through her as if it were happening all over again. Her forest jade eyes were pressed tight closed, her breath caught choking in her throat, she could feel his lips brushing, caressing tauntingly over her neck, and his fingers tracing over her figure. She was feeling each maddening sensation again, despite that she was rigid on the hotel room floor, out of anyone’s arm reach.
Her demonic tail had been moving dangerously fast around her as she writhed in pain, as if daring anyone to get near to the tormented girl without being mauled first. The wispy thin figure suddenly lashed around her mostly bare waist like a whip, as if trying desperately to stop the immobilizing feel of his fingers over her stomach. The mutant’s thin tail cut into her skin as it slashed around her, the arrowhead end gashing in the deepest. The tail gripped into her painfully tight, the appendage always an outward sign of her emotions. Blood began to glide over the it’s swarthy blue shape, the mutant’s crimson-covered flesh stinging and burning to little response to the feral, her mind hurt so much more than any physical pain…
Yet he knew how you only thought of him as a friend..
She had told him time and time again that he was a friend, that he was nothing more and nothing less, that she didn’t care for him the way he did for her…
Lies.
But lies or not, he should have respected it, he should have respected her. He should not have touched her like that, not have whispered those things to her, should not have intoxicated her to the point that he did, should not have made her loose the mental and physical blockade that had always kept her safe…
Tricking you down at the beach.. surely he knew exactly what would happen.. but he didn't tell you, doing that had he not abused your trust? Again taken advantage of you?
A few quiet whimpers escaped the feral’s bloodstained lips, still slumped over into a rigid, writhing pile; her tail still squeezing into her torso, blood gliding down her stomach.
The whimpers slowly rose into a yowling hiss as images of the merman and her down at the beach tore through her, the sensations beginning again.
She would not let herself be a puppet for these memories.
The young mutant lashed out at the air around her violently, jumping up into a crouch, her enraged eyes flickering open. Her long bone claws once again pierced through her knuckles in the sea of emotion to swing aimlessly at the nothing in front of her. Her tail whipped itself from around her waist, flecks of blood flying onto the floor from the blue wisp’s crimson coating, leaving one long bloody gash around her stomach where it had whipped through the flesh.
But as her jade gaze flickered over Willow’s figure, she stopped swinging, and her tail stopped lashing, her claws pulling back into the bleeding knuckles of both now limp hands. The vampire’s eyes, they were a bright, crystal blue. Just like Arlen’s.
She couldn’t tear her gaze away. They where more hypnotic than they had been when Willow had fed off of Arisa, piercing her into a complete standstill, her raspy breaths now coming in pants.
Everyday.. he knowingly torments you, ripping you apart with guilt and confusion that he causes to swell within you so strongely, aren't you suffering enough without him adding to it?
There was a commanding tone to the fanged woman’s voice, as if demanding Arisa to do something. Both Willow’s voice and gaze radiated an ardent, iced power, and Aris could not help but agree with every hypnotic word she was saying…
And now he suffers.. but he will not suffer long, he will find peace, like the peace you so often seek, he will find it while you linger on suffering with your dispair..
An end to suffering, and end to all the pain. She knew what it was like to want such a thing, to stay up long nights and be so near to such a peace she could almost taste it, but something always held her back. Fear, or hope that there were still things to hold onto, or just her outright stubbornness that refused to let her quit. But whatever it was, so far it had always stopped her from actually going through with suicide.
But Arlen, he would have what she had been wanting secretly for so very long. Or that was the message Willow’s hypnotism was beating into the feral’s mind.
Stop him, make him suffer like he had made you, have your revenge on the one who lied and used you for so long, hurting while you when all along he lies saying he cares for you! If he cared, he would not have made you suffer so terribly, he would have left you alone and offered you the simple friendship you wanted from him!
’No...’
The feral began to shake her head back and forth, her breath caught in her throat again. Her tail twitched weakly behind her, flicking against the floor. She didn’t want to make him suffer, she didn’t want to make him hurt like she did…
Or at least most of her didn’t.
But there was always a part of her in the back of her mind, the cruel, malicious Arisa who liked to see other’s hurt, especially when they had made her feel as much pain as she had. That part of her wanted reprisal, it wanted revenge.
You should show him what he did to you, show him how you felt to be attacked without warning, hurt by someone whom was meant to care for you.. show him what he did you, find him.. show him.. punish him for the cruelty he has brought upon you.
‘No…no I wont…no..’
She began to mutter to herself rather franticly, writhing on the spot as she struggled for control, her head jerking from side to side quickly as if trying to pull her eyes free of Willow’s gaze. But she was loosing, Willow’s powerful commands to much for the feral to take in her tormented, exhausted state. Her life had become a hell, and if Willow told her that disposing of Arlen would fix it, then she was in no spot to disagree.
But still she continued to mutter to herself in a panicky tone, making her seem even more insane to anyone paying attention,
“I can’t kill him, I wont…I’m not…I can’t…”
The words sliding from her bloody jaw were strung together seemingly randomly, not making scene. Arisa slumped back over from her crouch into a kneel, her bloody hands on the floor in front of her to stop her torso from crashing down onto the floor. The whip marks from her tail were still healing, and crimson dripped slowly to the floor beneath her.
But she couldn’t hear the drops of blood like she had before, she couldn’t hear anything but her own breath and the echo of Willow’s words in her head. Her muttering quieted and faded, and she stopped writhing about, her tail falling limp to the floor behind her.
Slowly the battered mutant slunk forward on all fours, stumbling momentarily from fatigue and injury, her gaze still fixed on Willow’s, still caught deep in the vampress’s hypnotic spell. Arisa left a trail of blood as she padded quietly towards the fanged Wicca, crimson falling from the whip-marks along her stomach and the slits in her knuckles with each pace.
She brushed her furred figure gently against the weakened, cryptic beauty much like a cat would, her bloody, demonic-shaped tail wrapping affectionately around Willow’s wrist. A slow, rising purr rose up from the feral’s chest, reverberating along side the sound of Arisa’s quick, forced breath.
Arisa: "Connor.. can we talk about Arlen..?"
Connor: "Um.. I'm not sure I'm ready for this kind of talk Arisa.."
Arisa: ".....I just wanted to know if we could go to the beach.."
Connor: "Oh...*Shifty look* ..Sure.."
Re: The Coming of Darkness
Everything seemed to be falling apart, Willow wasn't sure why but it was important Arisa leave and soon, and she was also rather eager for Kayel to leave, there was soemthing happening and she could feel it, but again, she knew that something will come for Kayel to protect him if he was in danger. Matt seemed to be hurting and struggling for control as well, maybe Kayel could use his powers and services and then Willow could make sure he never get's so powerful that he starts to neglect her again. Of course she wasn't aware just how badly hurt he would be by the end of this fight, only Willow's unstable mind was distracted by Arisa who's body suddenly appeared at her side.
It was amazing Willow had not smelled her coming, her mind was however distracted and the scent of blood was think and all around her. A weak hand lifted to caress over the bloodied fur, a hungry look still within her eyes at the potent stench of blood that was so unbareably alluring for the fanged Wicca.
"You don't have to hurt him my fuzzy Pet, not with cuts and scratches anyway, but how do you feel? How has be made you hurt inside? Make him hurt like that, make him hurt emotionally if you can't bring yourself to fight him, to pay him back for the damage he had done so heartless and without cause." For Arlen, and Willow knew this full well, physical wounds where a lot hard to kill him, but he was extremely weak towards emotional pain. Plus he had been shedding so many tears he was surely near death without any further motional abuse needed, another reason Arisa needed to hurry.
"He's at the beach now.. trying to run away from you, wanting to cower in the depths of the water that will not welcome him back." Willow's fingers danced lightly about the feral's furred cheek, trying to coax her into relaxing and hopefully inching her body closer so the weak vampire could attempt to take another bite of her deliciously enchanted blood that had been mixed with the merman's.
"The whimpering traitor doesn't even desire to see if you still breath after his ruthless attack." The young vampire whispered softly with her ruby red lips as her still bright dimand blue 'Arlen' like eyes stared at her "He's going away from you, he's abandoning you like all the others." The blue faded back into a chocolate hue, signifying the fact that Arlen was leaving her. A twisted little curve momentarily greeted the corner of her lips, curving faintly into a little smile as Willow longed for just one more taste, though she shouldn't... Arisa had to leave..
"Find him!! Don't let him just walk away like all the others!" There was something very demanding her tone now, her voice rising a little to show the urgancy in which Arisa must leave.
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(4/23/04 1:36 pm)
Re: The Coming of Darkness
The feral’s deep reverberating purr rose up to a more audible level as a pale, lifeless hand lifted weakly, stroking in a gentle caress over the young hellion’s bloodied, messed fur. Her short, velvet pelt of blue was so much softer before she had bled all over herself, but the potent scent of blood seemed more alluring to the pained vampress than the silky feel the metamorph’s short pelt would have usually had…
The smooth surface of Arisa’s swarthy blue, wispy demon tail left a thin line of blood around Willow’s wrist as it lay wrapped gently around the seemingly delicate skin of the Wicca, and crimson was still dripping in dangerously large amounts to the floor beneath the mutant’s slashed waist, the wound slowly stitching itself closed. Little heed was paid to the hunger flashing in the vampiric beauty’s eyes, if Aris’s hypnotic companion wanted another sip, there would be no objection; despite how dangerous it could be, large amounts of blood having already seeped from the forsaken girl’s body…
"You don't have to hurt him my fuzzy Pet, not with cuts and scratches anyway, but how do you feel? How has be made you hurt inside? Make him hurt like that, make him hurt emotionally if you can't bring yourself to fight him, to pay him back for the damage he had done so heartless and without cause."
A low growl slipped aggressively from the feral’s red-pasted lips, reverberating in along side the purr in a deep trill. She had been in more physical pain in the past few hours than ever before in her life, and most people would ever be, dolor both dealt to her flesh by Arlen and herself. But she was being manipulated to blame it all on him…a graciously accepted idea.
But emotionally, if she was willing to blame everything, and everything meaning every bit of torment that had racked her since she had met the merman, on one single person, something was terribly wrong. She was well aware, or would be in any other state, that the majority of what was causing her such unbearable anguish was her own fault, just as much as it was hers to lament. But she was weaker mentally than she had ever been, never so gullible and easily controlled, never so hopeless. That alone perhaps might not have been enough to allow Willow to plant such bane in the forgotten mutant’s mind, but along with the taintings of such a malicious demon in her mind, making her eager to dish out some damage of her own, and the vampress’s undeniably strong hypnotism… It was just too much for anyone to handle, no matter how strong-minded they may have been.
So as for the mention of not being able to fight Arlen, to pay him back physically as well, had Arisa not been so trapped inside her own distorted thoughts she might have purred to Willow to perish the thought. He would not escape her grasp unscathed, neither physically nor mentally. She would let words growl from her throat that would slice into the heart of his thoughts and emotions, she would pay him back for each syllable he had assaulted her with, each thing that had been poisoning her, killing her. He would feel everything she had, and more.
"He's at the beach now.. trying to run away from you, wanting to cower in the depths of the water that will not welcome him back."
The growl in the young girl’s chest only got louder, a sneer curling her lips at the thought of him running, trying to escape her. But he wouldn’t get away; she would make sure her words would be the last he heard…
Arisa let herself lean slightly into the feel of Willow’s fingers dancing lightly over her furred cheek, the snarl parting her lips fading away. The faint light of her forest jade eyes, lined in darkly smeared black, faded from the room as they slipped closed, listening with the utmost focus on the Wicca’s next poisonous words,
"The whimpering traitor doesn't even desire to see if you still breath after his ruthless attack. He's going away from you, he's abandoning you like all the others."
Again the feral’s lip curled into an expression of malice, exposing a pair of unnaturally long canines. The deep reverberation that was a duo of both growl and purr continued to slide from Arisa’s throat, only encouraged by the sight of hauntingly familiar crystal blue eyes that awaited her own gaze, her eyes flickering open again.
He was leaving her, just as everyone else seemed to be doing. The few who she was not convinced had abandoned her were being pushed to the back of her mind by both Willow’s trickery, and the black heart of the demon who had possessed her. Both wanted the mutant to feel as alone in this hell as she possibly could; and they where doing a damn good job.
Slight relief tainted Arisa’s expression as the eyes before her faded back into the fanged woman’s comforting brown hue, and what was read as a reassuring smile curved the Wicca’s ruby lips gracefully. It would be alright, Willow would not abandon her like the rest of them had, the vampress’s hypnotic grip on the feral made her sure of it.
"Find him!! Don't let him just walk away like all the others!"
The voice struck up again, an ordering, demanding tone to it. Arisa had to leave, and she had to leave now.
The mutant brushed her furred figure past the Wicca’s shoulder for the last time, the deep sound sliding from the feral’s chest still bleating in a mixed of growl and purr. A few drops of blood landed quietly on the surface of the vampress’s hand from the crimson that was still dripping from Arisa’s freshly healed, self-induced whip marks, and the swarthy blue shape of her demonic tail slithered away from Willow’s wrist.
Aris took a few pouncing bounds towards the window from which she had entered, stumbling momentarily from lingering weakness, before narrowing her eyes in an aggressive determination, and brushing right past the Witch King, abandoning him in his time of greatest need.
The Wraith inside her had very little control now, and could only watch in building furry as it’s host left the very place she was needed most. The merman’s blood had made it’s grip on the mutant weak in the first place, but with the new surge of emotion, the demon had little to do but linger in the back of her mind, watching. If it couldn’t control this girl, then it would ruin her, taint her long enough to help her do damage she would regret, and then leave her to wallow in the pain remaining, revenge. It would manipulate her mind with images and echoing sounds, beat her down to the breaking point. If all went well, she would slay one entity more than just the merman tonight.
Arisa: "Connor.. can we talk about Arlen..?"
Connor: "Um.. I'm not sure I'm ready for this kind of talk Arisa.."
Arisa: ".....I just wanted to know if we could go to the beach.."
Connor: "Oh...*Shifty look* ..Sure.."
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