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| The Nefarious Army (Complete); Easy Quest: Lilim + Lyra | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 1 2017, 07:02 PM (172 Views) | |
| Okra | Jun 1 2017, 07:02 PM Post #1 |
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| Okra | Jun 1 2017, 07:18 PM Post #2 |
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War... She could taste in the air, rolling around in te winds like pollen, a succulent scent of steel and brave hearts. Some were emboldened by numbers alone, others by just holding mere weaponry in their hands, but it was all the same--she could feel that sensation of heightened bloodlust, the conquest of glory and territory. They were nearby--but so were others. Strength was always used against the powerless, the predator seeking prey that can be brought low by what power it had. Assuredly, she knew that scent, that feeling, that rush of adrenaline and aggression quite well. She could linger here, to remark upon the passage of time and see what spectacle such a meager force could accomplish--more of a rag-tag group of men with more gumption within their loins. Sometimes, all it took for bravery were like-minded warriors and the willingness to see their ambitions wrought upon the countryside. Why intervene? Such loss of life would neither impair nor infringe upon her or her maidens of the darkness, neither inflict wounds upon herself nor her plans. And yet, she looked down upon the valley, the army moving in the distance, marching upon their prey. They would lay waste by the first rise of the midnight moon, eager for conquest and glory in combat. She could linger here, suping upon the succulent savagery in the air, drinking in the delicate distaste of deranged disaster, and yet--she felt that she could not wait overlong. She had places to be, one could note, to flit about hither and thither as met her desires and curiosity. Could she intervene? Verily--and for some, it might have been the 'kind' thing to do. She was not interested in kindness. Taloned fingers tapped upon the high rock cliff beneath her nudity, impatiently dotting upon the conundrum of her concerns. Nay--this was not for the people that dwelled within the valley, concerned for their lives at the hands of a rabble of barbaric beasts. No--but the men that sought to level the city and improve their standing in this harsh realm... she could taste the heated blood in the air, tempting her buds and tentalizing her appetites. She would not prey upon these warriors in the name of protection, but rather, vengeance. She could see into their sin, stare into their pasts, presents, futures--and what she saw fascinated her coiled delights. Part of her wanted to see them pursue such doubachery in the name of battle. But their sins... oh, dearest, she would dine so well by taking their souls here and now. The sin that weighed upon their souls was sweeter than any pastry a baker could make. Any demon could smell such sin--it was enough to make her mouth salivate! She arched her back upwards, pushing her torso up with her arms as her head rose a little higher, looking down upon the valley, down upon the road the army marched upon--the dust cloud marked their progress like a fire in the darkness. Again, that smell reached her senses, and she felt the hunger for sinful, human souls spike thrice--indeed, she could not stand the delicious disdain in her heart, the desire for truly terrible judgement upon their weighty ledgers. Her fangs glittered in the light of the setting sun--would she prey upon them when night fell, or seek them out now as the blood light washed the sky like an open wound? Her batlike, leather wings flapped once, sending her own dust cloud out to the sides as she stood to her full height, neither shameful nor concerned at her apparent lack of cloth. She had no need for such things--such was her beauty and brilliance amongst the bastard betrayed. Oh--darkness within her, she could not help herself. It was time--time to dine! WC: 634 |
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| Dende | Jun 1 2017, 10:35 PM Post #3 |
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Whether it was by some twist of fate or some instinctual yearning on her part Lyra found herself perched atop one of the tallest buildings in the small settlement. Her unblinking eyes lingered on the horizon and the dust cloud that rose up against it like a blotch of paint against an otherwise perfect landscape. That dust potentially foretold disaster for the humans that frantically moved around below her. It wasn’t clear but in all likely hood some part of her, something deep down in the core of her being, still sought to fulfill the primary reason she existed before her rebirth. She could sense what was about to unfold her. It was true that she was new to both her body and the ground upon which she walked. However, she’d spent an undecipherable amount of time scouring one battle field after another throughout the depths of the underworld. Before she was nothing more than a mindless scavenger. She picked apart the dead and dying. Carrion was her main source of sustenance and growth. She was very much like a vulture if she was to be described in a manner a mortal would understand. However, something happened and she was reborn. Her emerald eyes lowered to gaze upon her right hand. It opened and closed at her behest. The sound of shouting drew her attention towards the townsfolk. Many had cried for an evacuation. They wanted to abandon their homes and leave it to the army and conserve their lives. To their dismay they seemed to be the minority since the majority of the townspeople demanded that they stand their ground. They wanted to fight in order to protect what was theirs. Fighting for something let alone protecting another were foreign concepts to the young demoness. All she knew was the hunger that tore at her insides to feast. However, she would not be satisfied with the flesh of the living. She’d tried it already and to say the least it didn’t agree with her. The emergence of her free thinking mind and apparent free will were still something she wasn’t used to. It provided so much unnecessary information that it left her in a dazed state more often than not. The flowing skirt of her black dress swayed in the wing along with the tufts of her raven colored hair. The dying light as the sun sank ever closer to the horizon cast pale shadows against her ivory skin. Her presence went largely unnoticed. In fact there wasn’t a single trace of dirt upon her dress. She rarely put her feet upon the ground and much preferred the freedom one experienced as they soared through the sky. She spent most of her existence crawling along the ground. Now that she possessed the ability to fly she took every chance to do so which is why her arrival wasn’t noted by the distressed townspeople. The upper portion of her Gothic styled dress hugged her lithe frame. There was an intense light within the pits of her emerald gaze but they were soon distracted from the scene below. The army covered ground rather swiftly and soon the people would be left with little choice but to fight. Their choice was of little consequence to her. All she wanted was to stand out of the way while they fought it out. Once everything was done and the survivors went about their business she’d be able to pick through the dead and finally abate the painful sensation her hunger incited within this new body.
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| Okra | Jun 2 2017, 04:47 PM Post #4 |
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The demon queen sought aloft, her wings bringing her heavenward from the ground she had once been sunbathing upon, her crimson, burning eyes looking down upon the landscape that seemed to diminish ever and ever on until she found her winging, the updraft of wind keeping her aflight until she soared with the currents of air--the sensations running through her were startling at first, surprised at what else she had felt within the vicinity. There was no mistaking such a feeling, her crimson eyes taking a look down towards the valley and village, her perceptions startled by another presence--it was not particularly familiar, and yet there was that tinge of the void, the darkness, the hell fire and brimstone that was unquestionably native to her own realm. Was there another here, in a place such as this? Surely, such a village of unworthy and mediocrity could not attract the attention of her kith and kin... Another search with her uncanny vision yielded nothing, leaving the Succubus Queen to dither in place for another moment, as if questioning her own abilities of perception--a sensation like that, it did not spark the mind nor spine out of coincidence or commonplace, reserved for only her own kind--a flash of black motion from below, almost like a passing cloud of midnight brilliance, and the Willbreaker's attention was snared like a trout upon the river man's reed--ah, so that was the source of such a sensation. The power was meager, mayhaps, at first, but neither did it tarry with below or before--the emerald stare, the lingering, faint aroma of decay... there was no mistaking just whom the demoness beheld within her vision. A single talon finger rose up towards full lips, tapping upon them in transient thought and callous curiosity--from whence did such a lowly form dredge from the depths of despair and darkness...? Surely, such a creature beheld neither intelligence nor inspiration--such things were beyond the comprehension of cretins... And yet, there was another power that lingered within there--the demoness was instantly intrigued, pausing once again in her flight to ponder such proceedings. She lingered no longer thereafter, set upon the sustenance in the distance--would the creature of craven appetites apprehend such corpses upon their violent vindication? It would passably persuade--to tarry hither or thither based upon the source of sustenance. A thorough trap in the making, verily! Mayhaps the Queen of Succubi could expedite such a feast--and if there was a hole in the fabric of hell... Oh, the possibilities. To bring forth more creatures from the darkest depths of depravity and desperation into the light of this world--her wings flapped harder as she closed the distance between her form and that of the proceeding pillagers, ever spurred onward by the sensational litanies of their leader. They did not seek to look upward towards their prowling predator, her eyes looking down upon their marching masses, as meager as their congregation contorted. Even still, such souls were begging the harvest for the glory and power of one such as the Queen of Demons--their sin weighed heavily, seasoning their spirits to a fine delicacy. She flew over the formation, finding their ignorance easily exploitable--and thus she descended upon their rear, sharpened fangs of ravenous hunger bearing deeply into the flesh of one soldier, causing a scream that seemed to drown out all other noises in the valley--and the battle was joined as they desperately tried to fight against a creature of pure power and beauty--the like of which their eyes had never beheld in their short lives--one by one, their souls were surrendered unto her salivating maw, punishing them for their sin by adding their meager strength to her own--the leader... the leader she could leave for last. She wanted to hear him scream. WC: 631 / 1265 / 1856 |
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| Dende | Jun 10 2017, 04:14 PM Post #5 |
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Lyra was not inherently a fighter. In fact her true nature was that of a scavenger. The focus of her existence was always about survival and by instinct she knew engaging another demon in battle was the swiftest way to end one’s existence. Before her rebirth Lyra’s existence consisted of lurking in any hiding place no matter how horrid most might view it. She’d continue to hide until it was safe enough to emerge and gorge herself upon what remained. When a stronger creature appeared she’d take consume what she could before she retreated back into hiding and that is exactly what she did. When she became aware that she was not the only one stalking the invading army her initial response was to slink back and conceal herself behind an arch in the building’s roof. The way she existed before it was basic survival to avoid any form of fighting. Fighting was the surest way to end one’s existence and her focus was survival. That instinct and a dim fire burned within the pits of her emerald eyes. They tracked the other’s movements as she descended towards the back of the invading army. The scent of blood enriched the air as the other tore through their ranks with fang and claw. This prompted Lyra to perch up higher on the roof for a better look. Even without the ability to perceive Lilim’s energy Lyra recognized her as not only a demon but one of a higher class than she. It was due to this inability to sense ki that she didn’t know her presence had already been detected. If she had known she would have fled post haste. The villagers were largely unaware of that transpired but from her perch Lyra had a view that she felt was a little exposing. However, there was a latent desire to continue to observe what happened. The lingering hunger began to tighten her abdomen and rumble slightly. Some time had passed since she fed last and the death that swept through their ranks left her salivating at the thought of just what manner of feast she could gain from this. That was so long as the other didn’t devour the entirety of the invaders. It was more than curiosity that kept her perched up high. Those emerald eyes focused upon the carnage that was unleashed. Even if she didn’t recognize it for what it was there was a small desire to join in the hunt. It was her baser instincts that kept her rooted in place. She would be the silent observer for now. By now the townspeople became aware that something wasn’t right. The screams of the army were carried on the wind and the succulent scent of blood filled her nostrils and drew her forward slightly. Unlike her previous form her new body was that of a young woman. She looked to be roughly in her early teens at least. Once the screams of the invaders had grown silent she slipped down from her perch and started to make her way closer. To her dismay she decided it would be safer to approach from the ground and feed in secret lest she risk discovery.
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