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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2014 7:15:50 GMT -5
[/font][/b] The noise was all too much. Ever since stepping into this theme park they called ‘Gold Saucer’, Creed had started to feel a dull throbbing pain behind her eyes. All the noise; all the lights; all the laughter and ecstatic screaming was all too much for the dark saviour. Now Creed enjoyed a good game, laughing and playing around, but not for this type of entertainment. The thrills she sought for was pain, fear and death of others. This was child’s play. This whole building, dedicated to please and entertain people in these dark times; this was a distraction to those who wished to forget their troubles and to forget that people like Creed existed. Upon spending hours roaming around the giant playground, Creed stumbled upon a dark graveyard. Tombstones peaked from beneath the dirt, hiding below the dead trees which dotted around the large gloomy mansion in the distance. A flash of lightning illuminated the dark girl as she approached the building, hoping to find a quieter place to devour some innocent souls. Playing assassin in the middle of a theme park full of children was enough to put off the dark saviour from doing her duties. She couldn’t risk upsetting young lives. It went against her nature to see large innocent eyes watch her as she stole their parents away from them. For now, she would rest within these four walls. Her black claws pressed against the door, allowing herself to enter the reception behind them. A pale looking man, clearly dressed to suit the occasion, greeted her with a slow bow behind the desk. Paying no mind to the man, Creed was too busy eyeing the décor within the hotel room. All around her screamed horror and fear. Everything reflected skulls belonging to both monsters and humans, with candles burning dimly within their eye socks or open jaws. Pictures hung along the dark coloured room, with their eyes watching those who entered the haunted building. A large grandfather clock ticked away in the background; a fitting sound to try and help hide the muffled screams which were clearly being played on a musical device. The dark saviour moved forward, only to pause again as two figures appeared in the corner of her eye, playing chess. Their appearance were that of ghosts; almost transparent if it weren’t for their fill of a full white hue. Just as they turned to look at her looking at them, they slowly vanished from sight, but the chess pieces continued to move about as they continued their game in hiding. ”Don’t mind them, child.” The man behind the desk coughed, indicating for the pale haired woman to come forward. ”Don’t call me child.” She spoke bluntly, moving towards the desk after narrowing her eyes at the sickly looking man in costume. ”Forgive me. Would you like to stay the night?” He asked, bowing his head apologetic for dubbing her a child. Creed smiled, placing a clawed hand against her hip and the other hand placed flat against her cheek. ”My, my. Aren’t we being a bit forward?” Her lips pulled into a playful smile. She got the gist that this place was a hotel, but she couldn’t resist jesting with the worker. Before he could point out that this was in fact a place to stay, Creed lowered her hands to her sides. ”Sure. So long as there are other souls staying here?” ”Oh, there are plenty of ‘souls’ which reside here.” He grinned, his eyes rolling up from filling in the paperwork and towards the purple eyes of Creed’s. Smiling back, she knew he was in character and didn’t quite understand her meaning. Then again, no one ever did. She was an odd being which needed to feed on the death of others. And this place would be perfect. It was late already. No doubt people would come to fill these rooms leaving Creed to pounce on her victims. Taking the keys to her room, Creed walked up the stairs and into the room number 106. Unlocking the door, she would remain within the room until she felt the need to go hunting for some souls. For now, she would relax the throbbing in her head by lying on the bed and blocking out all noise and light with a pillow. [/ul] [/div]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2014 12:29:53 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽 Can you see through the mist!?
Gold Saucer always ran high with many emotions and was, above all, one of the most crowded of places on Gaia. It served as the only form of entertainment for civilians who were sick and tired of the quaint lives the felt they suffered for. The amusement park drew hundreds of thousands of people daily. It held even more fame than the tourist driven capita that was Costa del Sol. For the sunny, beach-side town the park was a great rival in the tourist attraction industry. It was where others went to trade their despair for leisurely pleasure and to pursue their lust and greed formed by the material propaganda fed to them by the Shinra corporation. But only if you knew the inner workings of the amusement park could you find the corners of blackened mold among the shining gold. The owner, a man of narcissism and power, knew well the nature of those who held threat to his visions on Planet when he choose to build his park. A tower of power that stood above the most desolate of regions made it a veritable Paradise in the middle of heaven and hell. The desert below was a vast, unwanted hellhole with its dreams of a future burned beneath the greed and the rancor of one, selfish man. It was once a thriving mining town, where the first makou spring was discovered. But to protect the sanctity of Shinra technology the town was destroyed and all of those with connections to the prototype reactor were slain. But Dio had seen a great fortune in the loss of these lives and the death of the land. He saw that the hellish prison built on the graveyard of Old Corel could be turned into a Paradise for the ailing. The desert prison was the perfect place to hold those that held opposition toward Shinra's growing power, those in a debt to an individual or society to pay. For Dio it was the spot he could build his dream of a greater fortune built on the gold sands of the desert, with Shinra funding. It was something that would come to rival Shinra's power and symbolize the perverse, human desire for pleasure, more darkly advocated in Wall Market. The desire for these glittering pleasures would make Dio a powerful opponent and to this day he has survived thanks to his narcissist body building, which created a new following of men into bodybuilding world who viewed Dio as a messiah of sorts: a god of combat. A powerful lust for winning was built into the gilded walls of the aptly named Gold Saucer. Balancing the sorrow of prisoners and then joy of his amusement park he poisoned the world with a necessary evil that even Shinra could never hope to destroy. That golden statue overlooking the Park was a shining epitaph to the morality of one man who would build a world of gold over the grey world of a poor and starving people. There hordes of men, women and children flocked to the man-made Paradise to forget the despair of daily life. If they were not able to pay bills or could not afford the exorbitant makou prices: this is where they went. The addicted came here to drown in gambling habits in the chocobo races. The fearful came to fuel their courage with roller coasters and high climbing gondolas. those who feared the beasts who walked the night followed the screams toward the haunted manor so they may stay days longer in this world away from reality. This park was built upon the existence of corruption and despair. Without addiction, despair and fear Gold Saucer would not exist. It was Dio's crowning glory. If ever stood a rival for power in the world, Gold Saucer was a close second. If not for the fact that Dio paid his electric bill on time, the company would have long shut this threat down before it became one. It intrigued the dragon. Such a wonderful place full of gluttony and treachery. Secrets of addiction were hidden behind bright, glittering lights that stood brighter than even the stars. Fear were buried beneath screams of excitement as metal carts careened down steely tracks at great speeds. Sadness was forgotten in the empty monotony of games and the joyful glimmer of fuzzy mascots. The dragon had been attracted by the tall peaks of Mount Corel and climbed to the top where, in the stead of stars, he would see this monument of man's greed. He was drawn to the aura of power it gave off, dragons a rather arrogant species themselves. They lusted after power almost as deeply as humans, but there's was oft a matter of survival. He had arrived at the dusty town of North Corel. The demoralized citizens of this town were not what they once were. Though they were nowhere near the riches from the rags they had once been, the growth of their industry had helped the town slowly regain their pride. But there was no hiding those hateful eyes that followed the happy couple who marched toward the guarded Gondola that lead toward the heavens where the Paradise painted in fool’s gold awaited. It always amused the young dragon how jealous of their own kind humans really were. If he did not know any better he would swear they were all different species by the way they constantly bickered and hollered at one another over things such as what sort of food they liked or the environment they preferred to live in. Each forward step carried the dragon closer and closer to his destination. As a small family approached the ticket booth the tall male slipped alongside them as if he was part of the group. They seemed a happy family, but the child was on the verge of tears, mother complaining of the unhygienic condition of the region and the father desperate to ignore the world around him. As eyes shifted between the exchange of services and goods the beast drifted about the group making it difficult for eyes to fully accept his presence. He looked toward the large car, eyes tracing the brightly colored deathtrap. After slinking toward the car he would leap up and climb to the top of the metal contraption with little effort so that he may hitch a ride to the clouds. Sitting atop the gondola golden eyes would peer straight up along the path of wire it was carried along. His body sat in a relaxed position; his arm laid over his raised knee and the other in his lap. The air became thinner, but even so seemingly more polluted with a stench of the likes he has never come upon. He would hear the familiar explosion of fireworks and pull his arm over his eyes to shield himself from the brilliant display. Sometimes there were things among the human beings he did enjoy and only wished they could better accept the simple things in life. Since they could not he would make them see. After a short ride into the sky the dragon began to understand just what it was the humans felt climbing this mountain of gold. It was pretty awe-inspiring, but it would look so much prettier burned down… As the group made their way toward the large gate, which was shaped like the head of some monster, the group would start paying for their tickets. Shifting among them the brute would slip in before the gatekeeper was able to retally the headcount. Upon entering the dragon was bombarded by even more lights and noise. In aggravation he would pull his hand to his head, making the job of the welcoming committee difficult. His eyes traced up toward a woman in a scandalously short shirt and black tights. His eyes traced her figure until his could focus on her face. Her lips were moving, face twisted in concern. The tall man-beast stood to his full height and carefully allowed his hands to pull from his plugged ears. The woman was rather insistent, waving her hand at the pained looking man. “ Are you looking for anything in particular sir?” The attending welcomer asked. The dragon felt his upper lip curl up slightly at the obvious worry. “ Some place quiet.” He scoffed at the novel idea of a fairgrounds being quiet… “ Oh, well you can make your way to the Haunted Row and get a room at the hotel if you need to rest sir!” She said in an overly cheerful manner. “ It’s best to enjoy everything Gold Saucer has to offer when well rested!” Another way to milk gil out of the customer after all! A moment to sit in silence and think did sound like a good idea, though he was enticed to behave proactively on the matter at hand. He knew there was great despair in this place he simply needed to hunt it down and drive it to its brink so that he may consume it and perhaps reveal a very real light that existed here. Maybe he could find that which he sought here. His eyes drifted toward the map of the park, the sections all aptly named, with one catching his attention. The woman led him toward the slide-tunnel that would take him to the Haunted Row. A clash of lightning erupted overhead and the beast soon found himself among dusty tombstones and the twisted shadows of a gravesite. A grand manor sat in the distance upon a hill, a looming occupant of this twisted environment, which made it seem as if this world had worlds within it. The drastic change environment had been that sharp. The haunted manor did not give off the same feeling as the structures on Halloween Town making it rather quaint. He followed the stony path up the hill. Among all of the fake fog and foul smell of stale on the false grass he would catch an alluring scent. It was a twist of corruption and darkness swirling in a single entity. Blinking his eyes he would see a ghostly white figure bounding ahead of him. The small, winged beast looked back toward the dragon. Whatever the being was it was something of pure light. As the best turned the corner to follow the spectre of his past it would vanish. Searching around he would take a moment to look up. The spectre stood by a window of some sort before vanishing entirely. Climbing his way up the Titanic beast would soon find his way to a window. Peering inside he would spy the figure of a woman sleeping in bed. His body easily sat perched on the precarious spot: boots pressed to the windowsill and arm reached above his head gripping the tiles of the manor’s side paneling. He was a massive figure, barely fitting into the shape of the large window. His head was ducked down, red locks splaying about, as he stared into the room with glowing eyes. He reached down with his free hand and forced open the window, slipping in before closing it behind him. He moved with great balance, for one so big. He took in a deep breath. This was the smell… It was her who gave off the twist of corruption and darkness. His stomach wanted to be filled. His brows raised as a glowing aura of darkness rose and fluttered away just as quickly. In an amusement park… no one could hear you scream over all the other screams.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profileTAGS: Creed~!| NOTES: A snack splayed out on a platter just for him~?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2014 18:20:57 GMT -5
[/font][/b] She warned, hoping he would soon realise that he had sneaked into the incorrect bedroom to surprise whoever he intended on surprising. ”Unless you intend on taking me out for dinner?” Her lips curled into a smirk. He wouldn’t grasp what ‘dinner’ she was referring to…not yet anyway. Relaxing a little now she had seen the face of the stalker, Creed stepped onto the bed and walked towards the bottom of it. Standing taller in size, her eyes took in the tall male standing inches away. Once she had finished eyeing up his dark attire, Creed shifted her purple orbs back to his abnormal yellow ones. ”Do you get a kick from stalking women and watching them sleep, pervert?” She was harsh with her words, but that was her all over. Creed wouldn’t take shortcuts when it came to finding out what she wanted to know. [/ul][/div]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2014 23:30:35 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽 Can you see through the mist !?
The beast had stepped into the dark room with silence befitting a predator. His fingers had deftly gripped to the window's frame as he slide the pane open. With his hands still gripping the upper pane he easily swung inside, landing on the short drop from window base to ground. The soles of his boots ground against the dark-purple carpet, the soft material muting his entrance somewhat. As his eyes further focused for the dark atmosphere of Haunted Row he would now be able to see all the shapes and figures that were present in the room. Amber eyes gave off an unnatural glow, like liquid gold smoldering in a fire. It was not unlike the vision of a Heartless in the shadows, but this beast stood a respectable six feet and change in height. Arms slung to his side he would take in the scents that filled the hotel. It was a pleasant menagerie of smells that brought visions of human figures to his eyes. A hunger for the darkness that peered the edges of the Gold Saucer had lures the hunter through this Dark infested world.
When his view came upon the prone figure splayed out on the bed, his mind clicked to the fact he had trespassed into the room of a sleeping person. At first he had been mindlessly following the spectral trail his almost ghostly kin seemed to leave. Though he held his own will, the will of his brother far superseded his own. The other half of his soul held habit with leading him toward the Light . Light was a mortal enemy of Darkness, even if under the acting pretenses of good: in their very actions and existences did the Dark and Light oppose each other. Light could very well kill the Red Titan and his brother's remaining life force oft times seemed intent on bringing Fai to the same level of partial-existence as he stood. Some days Cai was with pity for his stupid brother who deemed the honor of retreat more fitting than the reward of overconsumption. Light consumed all in its path, but unlike the Darkness which sought to absorb the worlds onto itself: the Light would purify or eradicate those that would not submit. This was the view of Light and Darkness offered by the Elemental Dragons.
This time, it seemed. Cai led his other half toward the Darkness. Even as he stood there the sleeping figure dripped with the radiating essence that brought the elemental being to life. There they lay, perfectly wrapped in the shadows. The darkness arced over the graceful curves of the figure. It did not take him long to realize that this human was female, not very long at all. But to a creature such as Fai the concept of gender was moot. Both sides had the capacity to be evil, to be burdened by the absolution of the shadows. Such a concept pleased the Shadowmancer. The ability to feed from either group without any inhibitions was freeing. The figure stirred in her sleep. His eyes traced up to where her face lay hidden beneath a pillow. She sat up with a start. He did not move. Had she sensed his presence? The idea made his lip curl up in a smirk. Where he traveled to become stronger and hunt the Heartless that fed from his brother he would often meet with disappointment. In each failure he would gain strength in both knowledge and skill. For every Dark Sider he met, he would circumvent the idea of a unique ability and learn their prowess with the dark. After all he was a Shadowmancer and with it carried the ability to wield and manipulate darkness.
The woman flipped the light, clearly unable to embrace what sat in the darkness as she slept. The concept always amused him. Those that held a dark weight on their aura were more terrified of the silence of the dark then the loud existence of light. He winced, his eyes pinching closed at the sudden exposure to the brightness. As he was exposed his pupils focused down into cat-like slits, bit soon reverted to a normal state. His lips curled up at the minor annoyance, but he would calm. The woman examined him, seemed to try and play off her slight deflation of their difference in size with her own personal, brand of aggravation. Every negative emotion fed him. Her sudden spike of confusion when rousing to the presence of a stranger in her room, however minute, existed for a moment. Her despair over her height, however vain: was present for but a moment. He watched as she marched toward him. The annoyed looking scowl that held a semi-permanence on his features was one of neutrality. So as she approached he simply shifted his body so he fully face her. His eyes stared into her own, brows shifting a bit at her questions, so rapid fire he hadn't a chance yet to reply to them. Given a moment of silence he would finally find moment to speak.
"He was led here." Confirming this was indeed the place he meant to be.
Looking over toward the door of her room the glowing, ghostly figure of some sort of winged dog sat in looming silence. By all accounts it did not seem to exist. Its presence was fleeting, but the overwhelming presence of Light maxed the winged figure seem almost angelic. But the tiny Shi of Light was anything but angelic. He was a brutal punisher of the dark, a consumer of light. Dark existed because he allowed it, because eventually Fai would consume the dark of his prey, leaving light Cai could consume. Of course some beings had no light, or too little to constitute as a meal. But the only way to truly find out was to challenge them, and so here the challenger to dark stood. Had this woman any Light of her own? What would he learn? The white creature vanished, as suddenly as it seemed to appear. When it did recede from this existence a chilling wind, at least for those bathed in darkness, would shift through the room, enough to unsettle fabric. The strange Charm of Feathers at Fai's hip was no exception, especially considering that was where the Remnant of Light resided.
"If she wishes." He would state on her request for a meal. "If he is to feed, than he shall feed her in return." Wasn't he the chivalrous sort?
He looked over her body as she stood there. It seemed she was trying to compensate for their difference in height, though he had no idea why such was the case. Narrowing his eyes slightly his brow would arch at her question. Did he enjoy stalking others? Sleeping was the most vulnerable time for another, but it was not solely sleep that lured him to watch another. He shook his head.
"It does not matter," He provided. "Male, female. Their vulnerability is of no consequence either. What intrigues him are their relation to the Darkness... Has she come into contact with the Creatures who Consume the Light?" He spoke of Heartless.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profileTAGS: Creed~!| NOTES: A ghost by any other name, was still a spook.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2014 14:12:35 GMT -5
[/font][/b] Creed was unsure who this tall guy spoke of when asked why he was in her room. Noticing his eyes wonder off and focus behind her, Creed hesitated whether to glance back in case he was up to something. Narrowing her eyes at the thought of his evil plans, she couldn’t resist but to look over her shoulder. For a moment she was expecting someone else to be in her room. But that thought was brushed away once she saw nothing but the dark wooden door which was remained closed. Realising that the large guy must have a short attention span, Creed turned back to face the taller being. Her eyes travelled down towards the white feathers against his hip, noticing them blow gently against…the wind? There was no wind in here. The window he snuck in from was closed, as was the bedroom door. Movement from the curtain behind the stranger moved, as did strands of her hair. Unsure where this gust came from, Creed flicked back her hair. She was confident it must have been something to do with the hotel and its reputation on trying to freak people out. It’s not every day you see two ghosts playing chess. Compared to that, a sudden breeze in a locked room was nothing. The stranger spoke again, confusing the dark saviour as to who ‘she’ and ‘he’ he was referring to. She paused, looking at him with a confused gaze trying to piece together his words along with his questions. Ah! Her purple eyes rolled once she clocked onto his choice of words. He was speaking in third person. Addressing himself as ‘he’. The pale haired girl wished to slap herself for not thinking of it sooner. However, she would now have to grasp his terminology if she was to further probe for answers. Creed smiled gently at his offering to feed her. ”I shall hold you to that, big boy.” Her imagination started to run wild as she pictured the male offering her a piece of broccoli on the end of a fork. The idea was scary, and she would no doubt stab the fork in his eye if it were to ever come to that. Unless, he also had his own idea for ‘feeding her’? For all Creed knew this guy could be some kind of dark being, much like herself. Considering that for a moment, Creed would pay close attention to his actions and choice of words to try and sum up this stalker. ”Oh, so men and women interest you?” Creed smiled. ”Whatever floats your boat, big guy.” Not that she cared for sexuality. The stranger was probably being completely innocent in his choice of words that he cared not for his victims’ gender. Creed enjoyed teasing and twisting words around for her to play with. He moved on to speak about creatures which consume light? Creed wasn’t entirely sure what he spoke of. However, it captured her attention away from her about to press his buttons and annoy him for her own entertainment. She eyed the tall male again, holding onto a confident smile as she pondered about his ability to quickly assume she had relation to the darkness he spoke of. Was he just bluffing and trying to sum her up? Or could he sense the darkness within her? If only she had such an ability to sniff out dark beings. Her choice in battles would be all the wiser. Creed wasn’t a fan of fighting other dark hearted beings. Fighting the light was so much more fun. Trying to piss off the darkness was never as much fun as it was to annoy those sparkly brats. Stepping down from off the bed, Creed moved towards the mirror on the wall, ensuring she could see the other guy in its reflection as she fixed the strands of hair which had fallen out of place from her sleep. ”She knows not of these creatures he speaks of?” Playing with his third person speech, Creed grinned towards him through the mirror once she had finished fixing her hair. ”But I do like the sound of them. Care to elaborate?” Before Creed could even gather information about these creatures, a fear stricken scream rang through her. Her eyes shot towards the door, picking up the sound from out in the hallway. The scream could have easily been mistaken for the sound effects of the hotel, if it weren’t for the other cries. Most of which she heard them cry out ‘heartless’. Turning to face the door, she looked over at the tall stranger, silently asking a question as to what was going on. Getting no answer, Creed hopped over the bed and opened the door to discover what was happening. The sound which was once muffed became clear. Screams roared down the hallway. Their location seemed to be towards the reception area. Her confused purple eyes scanned up and down the hallway, watching the doors to the rooms slam shut as people fled within them for safety; but from what, exactly? What was it that was scaring these pitiful souls? ”Quick, get inside! They are coming from the graveyard!”Creed turned back to glance into the room. ”What’s out there?” Creed asked, nodding towards the window for the tall male to look out from. Whatever it was, it was scaring the people within the hotel room. She only hoped it wasn’t killing them off and stealing the dark saviour of the souls she could devour. [/ul] [/div]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2014 3:01:02 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽 Can you see through the mist !?
The man was a physically fit fellow. He looked to be developmentally mature, an adult, not any of these young kids running around singing keyblades about. Physically he certainly was, but … Fiery red hair was not short, but neither was it very long. His hair came to an end at the base of his neck, nearly reaching to the line of his shoulders. His locks were a bit wild, but groomed well and without knots. His clothes were also clean and well maintained. His body was certainly built for travel, but he was not so built that he was as an vision as the Gold Saucer’s infamous bodybuilding owner, Dio. While she stood on the bed he stared at her, eyes on level with, certainly not her face. He could surmise that she was well-- built. He cleared his throat, amber orbs blinking. Arching a brow he raised his eyes to her face, examining her features. For him all humans looked the same.
She seemed to take his offer of returning to her what he would gladly taking from her. Just the thought caused his stomach to respond. Of course the growl was not yet audible, but his abdomen flexed as his stomach tightened. He took in a breath and stared at the woman. Her questioning surprise of his preferences was followed with a teasing tone, a light girly tone that spoke of amusement. He did not understand what she was so giddy over, but little would she realize was she had become target to his attentions. She was prey. While those with light were far more filling, their darkness far purer, this lass stood out. She was, thus far, above the ordinary selection of rabble he had stalked across the family-oriented park filled with gambling
He could smell it on her. The influential taste of darkness was thick on his tongue. With each breath the taste would roll to the back of his throat and fill his lungs with a lasting sensation. He was not one of those creatures who fed on the darkness in hearts, thus destroying the balance of the heart. Instead he manipulated the darkness that fled from their bodies, the free flowing darkness that latched to people and sometimes created corruption, were what was most valuable to him. They could be easily absorbed and held no need to be dug from a person and their heart. No, he was no Heartless, but it seemed the woman knew nothing of what he spoke of. So -- did that mean she was untouched by them? This only stood in his favor. This was good.
But he wished too soon.
Shouts from the halls called his attention. Now he was unaware of the haunted nature of this hotel, and the gimmick that came with surrounding oneself with visions of death and the macabre. Raising his head he took in the scents, but the room was filled with the woman’s very nature. She looked to him after questioning the nature of events happening outside. She then motioned toward the window for him to give a spy. Were he some proud, self righteous beast of patriarchy he would have, more than likely, refused her direction, but he was not. A subservient creature, built on the cruel repercussions of being ranked by others above him and willing to raise their hand against him. But it also required to be more powerful than the boy and instill fear. He made his way over to the window. Reaching out his arm he gripped the windowsill before pulling himself so his ass perched upon the shelf of concrete.
Turning his eyes down toward the graveyard below, the Titanic beast could see -- nothing. His eyes narrowed as he focused on the surrounding mix of light and dark. The cold winds carried a fog that breezed between the headstones. The dragon had no idea that they were fake, merely taking the idea that the entertainment came with resting so close to the dead. That would be a true horror: allowing them to slip into your dreams and strangling your sanity from your throat with their wails and nightmarish presence.
The Titan could see them running about, stepping from the darkness. “Speak of the devil....” He muses before turning to face the woman, hanging out of the window with balance unexpected of someone of his size. “These are those which he speaks of…” He would let Creed come hither and witness for herself how these monsters fed.
Each one hunted their prey, the hearts of humans abundant with dark emotions built up by the very presence of the Gold Saucer. It was a good meal, but the Titan had already set his target to Creed… She was quite a curious creature. Just being near her caused his senses to flair. His brows shifted, knuckles whitening as he leaned out of the window, the very place he had come from to hunter her. It was quite the drop, but if he made it up, making it down as no daredevil’s feat.
“They hunt those that are weak…” Weakened by the burden of their darkness.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profileTAGS: Creed~!| NOTES: Be careful what you wish for, the djinni may just turn that wish upsidedown.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2014 14:57:37 GMT -5
[/font][/b] She had asked if he would look outside, not hang from the windowsill and risk his useless life by falling. The tall male muttered something under his breath before turning his attention back towards her. Whatever these creatures of darkness were which he spoke of, it was down there causing this chaos. Creed hesitated. He has shifted his body enough to allow her to peek down below and discover these Heartless things. Her curiosity burned too much to allow his size and potential ability to attack her to stop her from witnessing the events below. Her purple eyes would remain on the back of his head as she slowly approached the window. Glowing yellow orbs were dotted all over the graveyard. Attached to the yellow eyes were a small body of pure darkness. Heartless. ”THOSE are Heartless?” Creed had seen them before. They have invaded her home world, and seemed to be on many other worlds she had visited. Never up until now had she known that they had a name. Back at home they were known as The Cursed. They were cursed people, like herself, who had become overpowered by the magic they possessed. Well, that’s what her parents had told her. Vinx had told her another story. According to her old friend and master, they were just lost souls which had wondered out from the void which lies in the heart of her old castle. Creed found herself curling her fists into a ball against the windowsill. Had she been lied to again? Why couldn’t anyone just speak the truth? These...Heartless...were not just part of her world, but every world it would seem. ”They hunt those that are weak...”Creed found herself smiling at the statement. Was he trying to scare her, maybe? She flashed her eyes in his direction. Holding onto a confident stare, she pushed herself onto the sill and stood at the taller man’s side. ”It’s a good thing I’m not weak then.” With that said, she grinned widely before dropping down from the window. Upon the fall, Creed would summon her dark swirling space like wings, using them the guide her down safely. Just inches away from the hard cracked ground, she would withdraw her wings and land softly. The small Heartless twitched furiously before turning to cast their attention towards the sudden beating of the new heart. Between her and the small army of four shadow Heartless was a lifeless body. It was no doubt a victim of the creatures of darkness. Fury started to pull at Creed’s strings at the sight of a soul-less body laid sprawled amongst the dried grass; a soul which she could have had herself. Unknowingly, Creed started to extract two of her tendrils of darkness. Anger grew within her the longer she stood there staring at the body. ”Now isn’t that just a complete waste.” She sighed, shaking her head as if she was disappointed with the heartless for stealing her of a precious soul. [/ul] [/div]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2014 1:47:05 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽 Can you see through the mist !?
The beast had to hold himself back when the woman moved toward the window after his commentary. He watched her carefully. He was never one to trust humans. At a moment’s notice they would betray you for a bit of fortune. They were without the humility to submit to the beings that stood above them and could grant them honor and power. The woman’s motions caught his attention. She hesitated. Oh he saw it! He watched her body’s movements and read each, individual step she took and the strength she put into the sway of her hips. It was a mesmerizing dance twisted between a mature woman and a scared little girl. Both struggled to keep their pride, but any animal could smell fear, especially one that preyed on such deliciously negative emotions. He did not move as she debated on her approach. The predator remained relaxed and level-headed. He was in no rush after all. He would receive all in due time.
It was not until she was near he caught the passing scent of her hair. It caused his heart to skip a beat. It was not the natural scent she gave off as a woman, but instead the lingering darkness that surrounded her frame. She was ignorant of Heartless and of those they preyed on. His words caused her to respond in a predictably human manner. He could not be any more thrill in the direction this hunt was going. Those that carried Dark within them were much easier to hunt, but they required much more cultivation to provide a proper meal when compared to the stronger dark that came from Light. It was a simple set of relationships one needed to understand. The dark is always with those that carry ill intentions, so their manifestations of anger, sadness and envy were carried and often times corrupted by a deeper emotion he has yet to understand. It made the strength of these emotions weaker because they were “accepted” as that beings normality. The light resisted the negative emotions, pushing them back. The more darkness was pushed back the harder it fought to free itself, thus making the darkness within a Lightwielder a much more satisfying meal.
When the woman leapt from the window she used all the darkness at her disposal. It drew the hunter to follow. He pushed so he stood perched on the window. Kicking off the surface he would shift his weight and land with a monstrous thud against one of the higher epitaph stones. He immediately kicked off that and landed upon a loose tombstone. A few of the headstones held secret chutes that carried one across the park. The one he stood over led to the Gondola. He held out his arms to keep balance. He could feel the woman’s anger, why even see manifestations of them! He began to draw in her loose energy, feeding his nature.
“These creatures are a plague and abomination. They destroy and eat the hearts of their victims… but it is believed that the larger of their kind hold powerful hearts at their disposal and if taken down you may reap their power.” Though it was mere speculation.
He was not fool enough to call out to so many Heartless. He pointed out toward the smaller ones which hunted in the darkness. “They follow the greed laid out by this world. The games played are selfish benedictions that corrupt them and call these beings.” What the beast wanted was a bigger, badder Heartless to appear, but the only way that would happen is if the woman fell into the trap and slew the Heartless, freeing the Hearts they have stolen. This would call the attention of a bigger Heartless, gathering at the strongest beacon of a heart….
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profileTAGS: Creed~! | NOTES: Let's play a game my dear~
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2014 3:16:56 GMT -5
[/font][/b] She asked upon turning her attention back towards the dark beings in the distance, not really expecting an answer from the gentle giant. The guy was a strange one. Why he had snuck into her room in the first place was beyond her. He still hadn’t explained properly why he was even in there to being with. And now here he stood, perched upon a large tombstone, still in her presence. Was this guy after something from her? Was he a murderer or just simply fond of her appearance? Creed narrowed her eyes questioning such thoughts. It would soon come out as to why he was still lurking around her. She’ll play his game for now. ”Reap their power, you say?” She pondered, tapping a finger against her chin. It would seem both her parents and Vinx had lied to her about these creatures. Who was to say this guy wasn’t lying to her, also? She didn’t even know his name. What made him think she would believe such words he threw at her? ”You seem to know quite a bit about these things. Sure you’re not one of them? She turned on the spot and walked towards the stone which he balanced upon. The damn guy was already tall enough, but standing on top of one of the highest tombstones was pushing him to almost nine foot. None the less, Creed approached the strange man, frowning as she looked up into his eyes, placing both hands on her hips as she considered he may be a heartless. ”You have the same colour eyes... One of her tendrils slithered up in mid air, pointing towards his right eye only inches away from his face. ”You creep into people’s room when it’s dark. Are you sure you’re not after my little old heart, stalker?” Creed smirked before she turned back around, only to find a shadow heartless had been creeping up on her from behind. It leaped forward, hands out stretched and its claws finding Creed’s bare leg. She wasted no time in extending two of her own dark tendrils out at this creature, turning them into claws mid way through their flight and slicing at its torso with one before piercing through its small black body with the other. The shadow heartless vanished the moment her darkness went through it. Soon after it faded a blinding light, shaped like a small heart, floated in the air before, it too, vanished. Feeling a burning sensation on her leg, she noticed the little fiend had drawn blood. Not so much that it was pouring, but enough to leave a mark for a few days until it would heal. Frustrated that she turned her back on the real threat that wasn’t this tall guy, Creed wiped away the blood before walking towards one of the tombstone shoots with a angry tone in her walk. The dark saviour had a shot fuse anyway. But to be attacked from behind, and with no warning from the tall man, she quickly got herself worked up. She needed to go and find something to feed on. Maybe cause a little chaos somewhere else where they were no heartless lurking. The Wonder seemed like a good place to go and pick on some innocent people whilst they played games and what have you. There, Creed would gain back some pride and take out her anger by absorbing some souls. [/ul] [/div]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2014 19:07:28 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽 Can you see through the mist !?
The soles of his boots dug into the faux headstone as he shifted his weight to keep the balance in his locked legs. Tumbling over would so him no justice. All that bluster would be for naught if he simply tripped. But this time he managed. He managed to save face by holding a strong presence. He behaved in an outwardly proud manner, clearly amused by the state of the amusement park. It was only going to get more outrageous. Now that the Heartless were freed to invade the open worlds, it was only a matter of time until they were all swallowed up.
Although the sun still rose and set, the darkness that filled it perpetuated the Heartless influence and increased his own power. He was beginning to notice that, for every world entrapped with Darkness, each would manage in its own way. Such a populates world this was that it was little slowed down by the assaulting beings. He could tip the scales further. The woman before him was bathed in the shadows. She looked to the fell as if that were but bags of flesh and not her own kind. At least from what he could tell she was indeed very human. But that was all the more disconcerting. For her to behave in such a remorseless manner only proved Demona's words to him. At the woman's words he laughed out. Her irritation filled him with excitement. The prey knew not she was hunted.
His mind danced around the possibilities. If she was yet aware of Heartless and their connection to the dark he was sure he could drag some despair from her. He just had to find the right buttons to dig his claws into. She had seemed thoughtful on the man who lay with his heart stolen, but the cold response hinted at a inability to truly process the world for what it was. If the woman was truly numb to such invocations, than she would not had had to hold such a gaze upon the fallen. She was still fresh to this life of monsters and minions. Of course he hasn't the sense for the small ones as the shadows, especially when he was prattling on to himself in the excitement of his first proper hunt in a long time. So it was much as a surprise to him she she was marked by their greedy claws. He looks over to her. The anger and irritation radiation off her. He shrugged as she passed him by, hands still rest pon his hips.
"And your magic looks exactly as theirs." He turned heel and padded after her, he heavier steps an audible presence.
He rather enjoyed this place. It was full of energy's and humans he could fees off of. It was a banquet and Crees was the main course. He watched her body as she walked, more like stomped, her way to the next vista. The woman spoke with her body, the corner of his lips turning up at this delectable thought. He chuckled aloud as his mind build upon the insecurities she seemed to show around him -- more so the Heartless.
"Actually, he couldn't become a Heartless." He was gambling on the fact she had not noticed he was neither human, nor emanated a faint aura of darkness himself, which shielded him from the temptation of weaker Heartless "They only head after those burdened by the Darkness." He motioned his hand to indicate the many people passing by and through.
Not a Heartless in sight as the moved onward. In fact they were not even followed.
"Heartless are humans that have been consumed with Darkness." Though there was more to the situations than he provided to.
He could not give his prey the advantage of knowing everything. No no, this hunt had to last until he could grab it. There in the bottom of her heart lay her purest form of dark, attached to the last strand of her humanity. For the beast he was really without knowledge of her, save for the fact she was going to be an interesting chase. He said no more on the matter and carries on
So long as she continued to ask him no questions, he would succeed in his temptations.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profileTAGS: Creed~! | NOTES: Let's take it slow...he he he.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2014 15:37:41 GMT -5
[/i] entertainment? The dark saviour paused in her march towards the shoot which led to the Wonder zone. Through narrowed eyes she cast a look over her shoulder to see that he was following her still. The glare evolved into a mixture of both confusion and doubt as he pointed out that her magic appeared to be very Heartless like. Creed found herself looking down at her black clawed hands, questioning the red head and his words, wondering if what he was hinting at was true. Are her powers the same as these Heartless creatures? Was it souls she stole from people or hearts? Was Creed actually some kind of Heartless? Doubt continued to confuse the girl as she considered if the powers she accepted are the dark powers of these creatures. According to the man, the larger and stronger of the Heartless have powerful hearts which they have stolen from people. It could be that Creed was a larger Heartless; one which has taken the form of a human being and not some small black ant with yellow eyes. But if that were true, wouldn’t she be able to sense the death of the smaller Heartless and the release of their hearts? Wouldn’t she be able to smell the darkness within hearts before tearing them apart? Creed had none of that power. If she were a Heartless, she was a pretty crap one at that. ”Pfft.” She dropped her hands and regained her confident self; pushing all thoughts and doubts of herself away. Creed was no Heartless. She couldn’t be. When Creed reached the shoot she was to enter, she paused once again. This time turning to face the stalker after listening to him ramble on about the dark creatures. Growing bored of his knowledge of such things, she saw an opening to find out more about him. ”And let me guess? You’re not burdened with darkness?” She asked with a slight smile before stepping onto the shoot and vanishing before the tall man had time to answer. Having a good idea that he would soon be behind her, Creed continue to walk towards the Wonder hall. The silence was golden, even if it did only last for a few seconds before the sound of heavy footsteps could be heard behind her. Creed would continue her walk until the end of the hallway before she would pause again. ”You know what...” Creed spoke with a joyous tone before spinning on her heels, smiling a wide smile. ”I don’t even know my stalker’s name. Now isn’t that rude of him?” It wasn’t like Creed to allow others to follow her or talk to her for long periods. Most often she would grow tired of them and sooner rather than later end their life and continue onto the next world to find the next lot of entertainment. [/ul] [/div]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2014 13:45:42 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽 Can you see through the mist !?
The dragon was a hunter. But he was not the sort of fiend out for flesh or the pleasure of its company. He was not driven to overpower an opponent into submission, neither was he granted the strength to do so. Though his prowess was sometimes challenged by those with a greater sense of courage: he would rarely strike the first blow. Such exceptions came when the whispers that floated from his charm burned at his ears. The clawing whispers of the nearly lost portion of his soul could be compared to the wailing cries of a banshee, which pierced the soul and twisted the spirit.
Though he knew he was weak, he could not bare to show that side of himself to his brother. Even when his body would be wrecked with pain and his heart struggling to move forward: there his face would be, sneering in disapproval. The only thing the red Titan wished for was approval to he, whom he looked up to. Nothing his twin could do was evil in his eyes. The Light was burdened with glorious responsibility, yet he has seen humans squander this gift for selfish endeavors.
He was a parasite that fed on the dreg a wash in the spirit. He cleansed it of its pain, but he has lost the touch and heart to do so with the kindness needed to prevent humans from repeating their mistakes. The cold, cruel claws that sunk into the sides if his prey and the fangs that bore into their flesh were vices. He was treated in such a manner, so he would treat his prey.
The Titanic vulture hovered after the violet-eyed woman with purpose. He needn't touch her, not yet. He simply had to watch and push her buttons until her anger reached the point of no return. He wanted to sink his fangs to her and show her true terror, the terror that came with the instability of one's courage and confidence. He was patient. The hunter needn’t ruin the fun straight away with one so sweet smelling. The Darkness in this world was strong and it would ensure that the Heartless would remain, especially with a place such as this where people could live every selfish desire and lose their hearts and souls into the mindless entertainment that seemed to swallow the idea that a person needed to work hard to live sound and fulfilling lives.
He followed in silent contemplation after he had offered his cold words to her. Though he was not suggesting, entirely, that she was heartless, in a sense. His meaning stood more toward the fact that it was always humans who seemed to dwell within the unspoken bounds of chaos. As far as he has seen only humans called forth the Darkness and bade Heartless in their wake. Though they attacked the dragon when present, it was only if he showed weakness among them. They were not called by his presence, thankfully. At least, they were not called by his existence, presently.
The beast resisted the smirk that tugged at his throat's taut muscles. It looked as if he merely tightened his jaw, looking annoyed by her question. His features were flat a moment, but it was not long before his lips curled up into a smile and his head was bowed lightly.
“Fai Jiao-long.” He offered simply.
Very few knew the name of the Red Titan, but very few asked. He did not hide his name, it was not as if anyone could gain power holding his name. He was still, in the end, a Dragon Guardian. Even if he was without a family he was still with his powers. He looked around before looking to the woman.
“Why did one choose such a place to haunt?” As if inferring she was here for some other reason than her own.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profileTAGS: Creed~! | NOTES: I want to slowly peel back your layers~
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2014 15:47:36 GMT -5
[/font] Creed frowned at the name. It was an unusual name, one which didn’t seem to fit into any origin in which she could relate to. The man was clearly from a world Creed had no knowledge of. Well, none of yet, anyway. There were still many more worlds out there she wished to see and devour the souls upon it. Maybe one day she’ll visit the world which Fai is from, and discover that they are all of the same size in height. Creed would be trampled on if she were to step foot into a world full of six foot something men and women. There would be nothing more annoying being in a place surrounded by tall people and being looked down upon. Naturally to most, smaller people would appear to be weak. If one was to assume her weak from size alone, Creed wouldn’t hesitate in snapping their neck. Why waste time with someone who judged one from sheer size? There was no name offering back to the taller male. Creed simply shrugged at his name after debating its origin. His name didn’t truly matter to her. Her asking was nothing more than a little jape at his stubbornness. The damn guy was so irritating. Creed would continue to think as to why he was still following her. Clearly Fai was unthreatened by her ability to summon dark powers as and when needed. He was unfazed by her courage to face the Heartless directly, but would instead follow her down to face them himself. Whoever he was, he was something different to those who wondered in the Gold Saucer. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.” Creed spoke with a sting in her voice. It was true, it wasn’t his damn business. This guy was a creep, and he was slowly eating away at Creed’ patient. It didn’t help that the saviour was already a ticking bomb with her sudden mood swings. As soon as she gets bored, annoyed or irritated, she explodes. And it was quickly starting to head that way with Fai. It didn’t help that the people passing through the two in converse was also starting to irritate Creed. It seemed like everyone here was out to piss her off. And it was working. The tipping point was when a young man accidently bumped into her. ”Sorry, ma’am.” He smiled apologetic, offering comfort towards Creed by touching her arm. Creed smiled gently, but dropped the fake mask the moment he went to continue his walk, only to be stopped with a hand belonging to Creed. He turned back, looking at her with concerned eyes, wondering why she was gripping his wrist so tightly. ”Would you let go?!” He snapped, changing quickly from his apologetic appearance before. Creed remained staring towards Fai, smiling still. “But if you must know. This place is full of souls dying to be distracted from their miserable lives.” The small fangs peeked from behind her blushed lips as her smile grew. Finally she turned her attention to the male in her grasp, who was trying his best to pull back his hand from the black claws which dug into his pale flesh. “That’s why I’m here. To cause a distraction to these pathetic morons.” The tone in her voice lowered, before she extracted a single tendril and pushed it forward, piercing the innocent male through the chest. She watched with a sinister grin as the man became limp in her hand, watching the life slowly escape through his fearful blue eyes. Oh how satisfying it was to see such fear. Only when the body was dropped from her hold, did the passersby realise what had just happened. It was then people started to scramble in all directions, away from Creed and away from Fai. “Woops.” She placed an innocent hand over her mouth, mocking herself for murdering an innocent man and causing chaos amongst the people. Creed lowered her hand. Her eyes turned into a more serious glow as she turned back to face Fai. The moment she captured his attention once again, Creed released a purple vapour from the dark wounds in her back. Gradually the purple and black swirling mist clouded the area, glittering with sprinkled star like gems within the cloud of darkness. It was enough to cover the surrounding area, blinding all those within it. Having poured from the darkness within Creed, she was able to see through it with ease. And so, she took her chance at attacking the tall beast of a man before he could know what was going on. Silently walking around the panic stricken people and Fai, she extracted all four of her tendrils before throwing herself onto his back. One arm wrapped around his neck as the other clawed against his chest. All four of her tendrils slithered around his body, binding him and slowly getting tighter with each exhale of air he may take. With his sheer size, Creed found her feet dangling above the floor. Not that she needed security when it came to keeping her upright against Fai’s back. Her tentacles were more than enough strength to keep her balanced. “Now, are you going to explain to me why you won't leave me alone. Or am I going to have to hurt this pretty little face of yours?” She hissed into his ear, still shrouded by the dark mist. [/ul]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2014 12:14:53 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽 Can you see through the mist !?
She did not seem as willing to offer a name in return for his own, but that was alright. Her rudeness would be rectified in due time. It was not a measure of necessary knowledge: holding her name, even if a sorcerer could do quite a bit of damage with it. Her silence let him know everything he required for the hunt. Her beating heart and her escaping breathe marked a clear shift in her emotions... All that she did fueled him to continue his current path of terror. Even if she was compelled to allow her legs to carry herself from him in haste, she could not escape his willful company. He had her scent already catalogued in his senses: a penetrating rift in his nostrils signing away her presence in totality. Her facial expressions and body were drawn into his memory, etched behind his eyes. Every inch of her body had been observed and he made sure to familiarize himself with every curve she held or lacked. The offense that stirred up within her when he asked of her actions caused the edges of his lips the curl up at the thought of filling his belly her with anger. His nature to consume was backed up by the drive he held to grow stronger. When conflict would arise the need to fight, and with it a need to defend. If he could send a person closer to the brink of their morality and twist their virtues, the result would leave him with a sense of accomplishment. A person sometimes did not really know themselves until they have traversed to hell and back.
He watched as people traveled back and forth through the tunnels, mice in a maze. He took in the sights, sounds and smells, learning everything he could of the inhabitants of this unfamiliar land. In this world the Darkness had prevailed somehow, allowing his strength to stand unmatched. But such a power also provided for other beings of darkness. The woman was bumped in the onslaught of the blind following of pleasure and took the wrist of a man that sought a reward he had not earned. Like a witch her anger was expressed through the physical torture of his body. She gripped his slender wrist tightly, digging those claws of hers into his flesh. Perhaps it was he who had angered her with his actions, perhaps the poor civilian had tipped the scales with his physical inequities. Regardless of who had been the underlying trigger: she was soon speaking of distracting people from their fate. He was not sure if her words were in jest or in truth. Distracting from death? So she was here to bring them peace and solace? His answer was given when her crude tentacle appendage found its way into the belly of her prey.
There was no turning back now. He had woken up the demon.
But Fai would have it no other way. There was no truer method to learn the pure nature that she seemed so intent on hiding. In all her actions it really looked to him as a ballet. For all the beauty she held the majority of it seemed forged under the pretenses demanded of her by humanity. Like headless chickens the people began to flee and scurry from the princess and the knight, and it certainly looked like a twisted horror story from the back of a madman’s fantastical mind. A young woman so nicely dressed and a guy who looked like a delinquent: stood beside her as she mutilated this man. Nothing seemed to bring the woman more joy than feeling his life slip away, or so he witnessed.
Fai -- Fai did not appreciate seeing a man die and suffer without first learning why. No, her methods were fractured -- wild. They were without beauty or art. He was disgusted by her primal methods. Even the hunter, himself, acted with some skill and did not sling his victims into a state of terror until it was just right. What place had she to provoke such waste when she could not see the simple advantage of education.
He would educate her than...
But before he could act, a blinding light burst into the air. He pulled his right arm over his eyes in instinct. The beast was momentarily stunned, believing the woman had a foot in the Light, but it seemed she simply danced around it in her ballet. He perked up, arms falling to his sides. She made move to shift behind him. He could feel her moving through the dark, but the larger male hadn't advantage in such a game.
She wrapped herself and her darkness, fully, around his body. The woman's thin arms came around his neck as he earned the distinct pleasure of her claws against the flesh if his partially exposed chest. He lowered his head slightly, motion braced by her arm. His fiery bangs fell over his eyes as his body tensed in her tightening grip. It looked as if the dragon realized the compromising position he was in. But even still, fear did not strike him.
Not yet.
There was still something he could pull out of her. He hungered for her and the despair that laid buried in her spirit. She may have wield the powers of dark, but she was as human as those around them, to his senses in any case.
His right hand came up to weakly grip at her arm, as if struggling to pull it off amidst his suffocation. But what fun was that? She had the tolerance to show him such affection... Why not return it? A soft wind carried across the Wonder Square's tunnels, but it was hardly noticeable as people frantically fled from the 'murderer' and sought to call guards. The Feather Charm that hung at Fai's hip gave off a soft glow. Before Fai's eyes a ghostly figure stood, one Creed could not see.
"I'm sorry Fai." The ghostly fingers reached out as if to hug the ailing beast, but instead those slender fingers wrapped around his throat, replacing Creed's touch. "You know I only do this because you are weak. How else will you grow stronger?"
Fai reached out his hand. "Such gentle fingers..." His voice scraped against the diminishing oxygen.
Instead of touching Cai's hand, the soft touch of his bare fingertips snaked over Creed's flesh. The touch trailed down until it slipped over her arm, and drew down to the hand over his chest. He always forgave the pain. Because it made him stronger. His head slowly raised so Creed could see those molten, gold eyes beneath the grossly colored lights of the passage. The gaze was that of the cat who swallowed the canary. His lips curled back in a dark grin, which laced over his eyes in a strong projection of fearlessness. A dark energy filled his body, covering his form. If Creed was so granted, all her eyes may see were the sparks of red indicating his dark magic becoming palatable. What was more harrowing than his ability to smile, and touch her as such in the face of defeat, was the fact his human teeth were no longer human. Now sat, in his mouth, perfect rows of shark-like teeth. The rabid smile was no show, nor illusion.
His roaming, right hand, gripped her wrist which dug into his chest, while the free, left hand, locked over her elbow so his head could lean down. His jaws parted and came over her arm in aim to clamp down and hold her in place. It was an action that took mere seconds. As he held, behind her stood the Shadow of Cai, summoned from his Feather Charm. The Shishi parted his jaws and released a devastating Holy Breath upon the Dark Savior's back. Fai expelled his Void magic over his body, using it to suppress the damage he would take from the Holy spell. He locked the Void magic over his body and charged forward into a nearby sign reading 'Welcome' in the Gaian letters. The hopes were to knock her offf of him so he could once again breathe, if not loosen her grip from the combination attack.
"It is already beginning to take hold of you, this he can see..." His voice would hack out harshly as it gasped for breath.
Feather Charm: Summons Cai's Shadow, which resides in Fai's shadow. The shadow appears to be a white, winged dog with red eyes, and seems to be shaped like a winged dragon known as a Shishi. [Duration: 3 Posts | Cooldown: 3 Post | HP: 3] Holy Dragon Bloodline Breath: Using his Dragon Bloodline Cai's Shadow can produce a Breath Attack consisting of Holy. The cone of holy has a limited range of 3ft and can only be blown straight forward. This attack is Holy based and damage done to Shadows, Undead, and other Unholy Creatures take twice the normal damage. This ability does medium damage. This attack can only be used once per thread. Dragon Bloodline Bite: 2 Cooldown Using his Dragon Bloodline, Fai can strengthen his teeth into dragon fangs to bite into his enemy for medium damage. Void Tackle: 3 Cooldown Focusing darkness around his body, Fai can throw himself at his opponent in a full-bodied tackle. This ability counts as magic and cuts through Protect-like spells and abilities.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profileTAGS: Creed~!| NOTES: In order to love you, I have to hurt you.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2014 16:46:36 GMT -5
[/font] Creed snapped back at the gasping Fai. Something was taking a hold of her? Other than that holy blast of a spell, Creed had no idea what he was talking about. Gradually, the life started to come back into the dark appendixes which were temporally disabled from the light based attack. One by one they slowly slithered upwards until they hovered threateningly behind her. “What is taking hold of me?!” Her voice raised into a shout. Along with the roar of demand for his answer came a single tentacle racing through the remaining mist. Its aim was Fai’s throat, or anywhere as close to it she could grab. If she managed to have him in her clutch, she would pull him rapidly towards her and slice at him with her other three tendrils before throwing him away. [/ul] [/div]
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