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« Thread Started on Jul 7, 2009, 5:05pm » | |
(At the moment I'm unsure whether this should remain here of whether it should be moved to an Explicit content board as it contains blood and gore at the end of the post. I'll let the mods decide whether it should be moved or if it should stay here.)
It have been a bit since Niradana had been accepted into the clan, and fought with them in the battle over the Dektran soil. The battle was more like a game to her though. She was always one that enjoyed fighting and killing whenever she got a chance to do so, and the fight involving Dektra was one that had left her in a lust for more blood. It was approaching mid-day as the fabled city that she had heard talk of that had been completely destroyed. The entire sight to her was one of awe and beauty. To think that so much wide spread destruction that could be caused and the hundreds of deaths that it would take to cause it. There would have been enough young in this city for me to last a year or two on She thought to herself as she flew to what appeared to be the remnants of a central spire and landed in a cloud of dust.
once on the ground she could feel the head of the heated rays of the golden orb of light that was above her that others called the sun beat down upon her. The air temperature wasn't too bad itself, but because of the darkness of her scale color, it felt a lot hotter to her than it actually was. Damn thing. Sometimes I wish that it never existed and we could live in a land were overcast and violent thunderstorms were the only things that existed. She thought to herself finding the sun to be more of an abomination to life than it was a blessing. So things would get cold without it. Who cares, if they were too weak to withstand a bit of could then they didn't deserve to live in her opinion. Not to mention the masters of the elements would be able to create there own warmth and own methods of survival. With the fact that she was already a cannibal and had no remorse or regret in the fact that she willingly eats other dragons, she would have absolutely no problem surviving without the sun, but she knew that the others weren't like her, and they had to have other forms of life to feed on for their survival.
She found a small dragon that had wandered into the city, and it was female by the scent. Not what I was hoping for, but it will do. It would be more fun it id was male though. She thought to herself as she set her sights on her prey in the emerald green dragoness that looked like it could be about five or six years of age. She was of decent size looking about a good six feet at the shoulder, and Nira found that it would be more than enough to satisfy her. She could always take the rest of the body home for consumption later. Without a second thought Nira jumped into the air and dove with a quickness and a ferocity that left the dragoness's neck her Nira's maw with Nira's talons digging into her sides before she even knew what was going on.
She could feel the blood of the dragoness seeping continuously out of the body of the dragoness into her maw and the overall sweetness of the taste only enticed Nira further and the screams of pain only further intensified her desires as she unleashed just enough of her lighting magic into her to paralyze the dragoness to where she couldn't move but she could still feel everything that was about to happen to her. Nira first thought about just breaking her neck but that would have ended things too simply. Instead she used her talon to create a scrap and proceeded to peel off this dragoness's emerald scales exposing her deliciously colored pink flesh and continued to do so until this dragoness's side and underside had bee completely peeled of her skin and scales.
Once she had been completely peeled, Nira decided that it was time to indulge both in the process of eating her meal, and in the process of causing as much pain as possible. She began her meal at the base of her hind legs and sank her fangs into and tore off a chunk of her flesh being as satisfied by the anguished sound of pure agony from the dragoness and the sweet nectary juices of her flesh seeping into Nira's maw from what felt to her as heaven. The dragons was at the perfect age where her meat was still tender and full of it's natural sugary flavor that she couldn't help but not get enough of as she ripped off another piece.
She knew that her screams would most likely would attract company but at this point she didn't care. This dragoness was as good as dead now, and if nothing else been rendered incapable by her fangs leaving this dragoness to live a life of hell should someone actually come to try to save her. That is if she didn't die from blood loss as her blood was starting to pool around the base of her body as Nira continued to feed the dragons still a life, but was just barely holding on at this point. A pity that my fun is almost over already. Aw well, maybe she'll have someone that cares for her show up. Then I'll get two kills in one day. That would be enough to last me a good week back at the den. She told herself as she slowed her eating pace to a more comfortable level.
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Leurre
BlAcK hOlEs ArE a UnIvErSeS wOrSt NiGhTmArE...
The dry, baking heat from the sun sizzled the atmosphere, even the occasional breeze felt like a breathe of warm air. The ground had become parched with thirst and the plants were suffering a slow death, the pale wilting of their leaves a sad sight to see. It wasn't so much that the temperature was oppressing in itself, but the lack of moisture in the sky left the more basic lifeforms scrabbling for survival.
Yet their were some species who enjoyed the warmth and the life-giving rays of sunlight, even in such scorched heat. Scattered like stars across the earthen blanket were numerous variations of lizard and snakes, cold-blooded reptiles who knew the full value of warmed stones and the wonders of basking in the sunlight. Even the darker colored ones enjoyed the sparkle of their scales and the gradual surge of energy the boiled their chilled veins. Today was a day for the reptiles... especially those living in the perfectly designed crags of the City ruins.
Piles of stone rubble and the sparse vegetation created the perfect habitat for a low-lying snake or quick-footed lizard, the numerous pockets in-between large clumps of masonry providing either a perfect home or perfect ambush spot. Even in its ruin, the City still managed to serve as a reptilian treasure trove... including for those whom it had been originally intended.
Dragons returned here often to look upon the splendor of their forebears, and a day such as this attracted many at a time. They promise of the terrible beauty of the Citadel, glowing proud amongst a bed of destruction, plus the promise of heated rocks were a beacon to the reptilian masters... even the ones with permanent ice running through their veins.
One such beast had also answered the deep summon of the call... or the brute just simply decided it was a good day to escape from clan life. (Probably the latter...)
The massive European male was a sight to behold, an ebony monster of pure ferociousness that stalked triumphantly through his domain. His size alone, although not the absolute largest a European could get, was still something that inflicted awe upon his fellows...not including the sheer muscularity of his figure, every burly band of sinew etched plainly onto his build. Iron forelimbs preceded the rest of his titanic form, noticeably twitching with a unnatural eagerness while his mighty hindlegs were the foundation of his movements, the oddly hooked talons gouging the earth with every step. Wings, neatly folded at along his side and flanks, rippled like black velvet, making it appear as if he had a cape wrapped around his shoulders. His tail, whip-like in its undecorated slimness, lashed in rhythm with his advances, counterbalancing his weight like a cats. The brute's chest was broad and deep, forming the base for his thick neck that was arched menacingly... the position causing his tattered sail to curl upward along his upper spine.
His armor was blacker than hell, the plated scales coming together to wrap his impressive skeleton in a encasing of hard onyx... Except his scales didn't sparkle or shine whatsoever, the monster's features somehow unable to glimmer or shine like all other scalies. In fact, the feral looking demon seemed to be choking the aura around him, pushing away any fraction of light that dared to try and touch his body. A living black hole.
However, it was his visage that could definitely be called the most disturbing thing about his appearance. His skull was finely sculpted in a triangular manner, his muzzle coming to a fine tipped point while his crown was adorned with two mangled horns, curling like cobras into the sky. Two fangs, longer than their brothers, protruded from his upper lip while his maw was fixed into a twisted, unsettling smirk. Yet it was the fathomless, violet eyes that completed the hellion's hollow image, the orbs dead and void of life. Everything about them screamed that something was wrong with him... this creature was cursed in some inexplicable way.
'... all in all, a rather perfect picture. wouldn't you say, leurre? ...]
The ferocity of the Leurre's aura spiked significantly when the demonic voice cackled through his mind, disturbing the hazy silence he'd been trying to maintain. The cruel undertone inside the words had only grown stronger since the recent battle with Dektra... the overall urge to give into Satan's power now slightly more powerful.
It was a mistake... no, a sin against my entire kind to have let you out. It shouldn't have happened... Leurre closed his eyes against the real world, too torn with guilt and shame to acknowledge reality at the moment.
'... but it did and i daresay we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly, despite the briefness of my visit. definitely something that should become a common repeat performance ...'
This time Leurre let out a blood-curling snarl, anger briefly brushing away his shame to let loose his indignation upon his other half. Not a chance! We're lucky our clan is still caught up in the shock and awe of what happened to have bothered confronting me about what happened. YOU killed Neronians as well as Dektrans out there! Fellow clanmates lives were lost because YOU-!!
The backseat commentator revealed in the feel of Leurre's fury, rubbing up against the rage like a purring feline. Leurre's animosity was like a tingling caress for the demon... Something that it lusted for over and over.
'... the rest of them are lucky to have even survived an encounter with me... if it weren't for butterfly wings i would've feasted on more than just the ones who got in my way ...
Instantly the pet name calmed him, his amethyst pools blinking open out of reflex. Butterfly Wings... he whispered, as if tasting the nickname. Leurre's second encounter with the Dektran betess had changed things... Even without demon's constant reminder he could not forget the eloquent and absolutely mouthwatering taste her blood had been. Even now he hungered to see her again, to hunt her down if only to get another taste of that addicting drug that she'd become to him. In fact it was one of the reasons why Leurre had decided to escape from the Neronian range for awhile... he needed to clear his head, to put that dainty female out of his mind for good.
'... i'd much prefer it if she was put in our belly ...'
Shut up... he mumbled inwardly, although he knew his hopes were futile. Since the battle, Satan's voice had only become stronger and clearer than before, the persuasive tone in its firm lyrics now much more difficult to ignore.
Another reason why I needed to take some time off...
'... yet somehow i don't think that's going to last much longer ...'
A terrified, tortured scream wrenched through the air, pulling him up sharply, its high-pitched terror reaching a note that touched something deep within Leurre... something he'd hoped he'd locked away with the devil himself.
It was joy... because, contrary to popular belief, Leurre was just as deeply a monstrosity as the demon within. Although the feelings had significantly dwindled since he'd join with Neron, Leurre felt his soul give a violent shake of delight as another ripped cry tore through the air. Old emotions, rusty with little use, awakened alongside Satan's gleeful presence, matching the devil in eagerness and sick, maniacal ecstasy when yet another agonized whimper danced like strings into Leurre's keen ears.
'... sweet satan... that was the most perfect music i've heard since we left the broken bodies at the lake ...'
The new emotions, gaining liveliness with each passing moment, silently agreed. The melody was enticing. But the felicity was accompanied by other feelings of shock and self-disgust that coursed through the black behemoth's system. I'd had hoped I could no longer be plagued with these revolting feelings...!
'... you'll never be able to destroy what you truly are ...'
Well I sure as hell am gonna try! But the words meant very little when faced with the tidal wave of pleasure that spilled through him as the screams became louder and almost crystal clear. He would deny might try to deny it til his dying breath, but a sincere part of him enjoyed the thrill of torture just as much as the devil. It was the reason why Satan managed to ever convince Leurre to release him at all. His body automatically re-directed itself to track down the source of that glorious sound, burly pillars moving stalking out his prey. It wasn't long until Leurre came upon the horrific scene, his emotionless eyes sparking with the faintest trace of surprise as he quickly took in all that he saw, just before they returned to being barren.
A glossy purple dragoness, with piercing orbs of the darkest blue, was feasting upon another female dragon not twenty tail-lengths away... literally devouring her victim alive while it still struggled to call for help. The purple's jaws were painted with crimson blood and her eyes were alight with a ghastly pleasure, claws digging into skin-less flesh while the fading life beneath her let out one last plea, head spinning around in frantic hopes for finding a savior... The victim caught sight of Leurre just before her eyes clouded over, her sight dying just after she saw the jet black savage lick his lips in barely restrained delight... then she finally died under to agony.
'... pure poetry in motion ...'
Meanwhile, the newest arrival upon the feast was having a hard time maintaining control, the overflowing scent of blood sending his innards into a frenzy of maddening desire while his cool, calm eyes struggled to analyze the cannibal in front of him. The clash of fighting emotions made him appear all the more unstable, the insane flash of his fangs spreading upward in a disturbing smirk while his eyes remained limp. His body shivered as he fought to hold himself in check... Things would certainly get bloody if Leurre charged in headfirst to try and steal the kill from the small draga. And that would only serve to bring out the beast within.
I cannot believe I'm even considering that as an option... I mean, she just ate someone!
'... but so have you ...
Leurre considered the words for a moment before pushing them aside, instead focusing upon picking up her scent through the enticing stench of blood. It was difficult, the control it took to hold back the demon was twice as hard when blood was near, and it made it a challenge to use his other senses at times. That, plus the own frantic boiling of his blood also proved to be a aberration. What surprised him the most though, was the tang of Neron that distinctly clung to her features.
'... looks like your not the only monster neron is willing to adopt ...'
So it seems...
The black titan decided that he would wait for the female to notice him, and for her to speak first before he made any further moves... It was obvious that she was likely to attack him on sight, considering the blood lust she must be feeling.
jUsT lIkE hE iS iN yOuR wOrLd.
(OoC: I moved the thread just to play it safe... Well here he is, my soulless Devil and his host, Leurre.
Poor ending I know but I couldn't sum it up very well... as for the gigantic introduction, I haven't done one in awhile so I decided now would be as good as ever.)
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« Reply #2 on Jul 9, 2009, 4:02pm » | |
It was one of her most enjoyable experiences since she had been involved in the fight over Dektran soil. The anguishing screams of the one that now lay before her almost completely lifeless after Nira had already torn three chunks of flesh from the dragoness's body including making her uterus one of the staple points of her meal making sure that she had removed it while the dragoness was still alive and moved to where she was in eyesight of the one that was about to die and made sure that she saw that any chance she had of ever living a happy life at this point was gone.
Once she had consumed the uterus Nira made certain to continue feeding on the lower half of the dragoness's body just to avoid her vital organs to keep her alive as long as possible. She could hear and feel the dragoness's breathing becoming labored and after about fourty-five minutes of pure torture for the dragoness she started slipping into the black pit of despair known to many as death. They always die too quickly for me to be able to have any real fun. She thought to herself as she held off on tearing more flesh from the dragoness's body now that she was dead and started licking of the sugary blood that had pooled around the dragoness's body. With each lick of the ground and each drop of blood on Nira's tongue her mood became much more sinister, but much more relaxed as well.
The taste of her own kind was something that she just could never pass up. So succulent and desirable each stroke of the tongue became as she started licking the dragoness's body itself as blood was still seeping through the muscles of the lifeless femme that had the most wonderful tasting blood that she had ever had an opportunity to get into her maw. It was a pity that she should have to be consumed like this now because it meant that she would have to try to find another dragoness that tasted just as good as she did. It was enough to make her take her time with this particular kill as she rarely gets such a sweet nectary bloodline that often. It's a shame her young would have be ever so sweet and juicy, a delicacy among the dragon race you could say. She thought to herself as she slowly peeled off another strip of meat and chewed on it as she finished stripping the dragoness of her scales that was on her neck, tail and wings. after about another ten minutes of work the entire body of the dragoness was nothing more than a pile of flesh in the shape of a dragon with her vibrant emerald scales shining in the cursed sunlight reflecting even more of it onto Nira as they lay along side.
No soon did she finish stripping the femme, she caught a small glimpse of another dragon standing about five times her length away from her. She let out a small laugh, If you've come to save this femme, you had might as well turn back now while you're still alive and saving your breath because she' is already dead, and quite tasty too. She told him as his scent started to reach her over the sweet scent of the blood that was around her. It was another Neronian. She started licking the dragon's carcass once again not wanting to waist any of her blood.
She then looked you at the dragon and she recognized him immediately. She had never met him, but his reputation was priceless. The only one that could come close to rivaling the amount of evil that she could cause. His blacked figure took in almost all the light around him or so it appeared as his scales were the darkest of black that any creature could even possible comprehend. These scales were so flat in color that they literally took the shine of our anything that would be around them. What I would give for scales like that instead of this glossy-ass purple. I love the purple, it's so unique, but the glossiness makes me easier to pick out during the day. She though to herself as she caught a small glimpse of his emotionless violet orbs that he used for eyes.
Well, well. She spoke aloud, So the two demons finally come together, or has that heartless host of your's keeping you bottled up again? A real pity I say, to have to have a good side that always interferes with your fun, for I'm sure that you would love some of this sweet, sugary, succulent meat over here from this dragoness that I had just killed. If I'm speaking to the demon, then by all means help yourself to some of the best dragon meat and dragon blood you will ever taste. From all the lands I've eaten others in, She is by far the sweetest delicacy I've ever had.
I should have bread her for her young for her bloodline would have been delicious and would have saved me the trouble of hunting later. Get all nice and close to them to where they think you're a member of the family, and then without warning you start picking them off one by one, or if you want to be extremely cruel, you'd entrap them and slaughter the mother right in front of the young and force the young to eat their own mother. Oh how much joy that would have been. She said licking the crimson blood from her face, But alas, this dragoness is already dead and I'll have to make due with what I've got. She told him trying to entice the demon by using her talon to slowly cut a section of meat of from between one of the dragonesses ribs, and slowly placed it at the tip of her maw eating it as slowly as possible. It was serving more than one purpose her primary purpose was to antagonize Leurre into letting out the demon if he wasn't already out, and the second purpose was it just allowed her to enjoy the fleshy sweetness that much longer.
She gave a final look around the dragoness's body to make sure that she hadn't wasted any blood on the ground and then laid down on her stomach to make herself more comfortable for both her meal and whatever was going to happen next with Leurre. Most of the other dragons in Neron saw Leurre as a demon, but not her, she saw him as a got, and the only dragon that she would willingly respect. The one thing that was never present with her though through seeing him was fear. Her body movement, her posture as graceful and as calm as it could be. Was she stupid for not fearing Leurre, only time would tell, however, there was a difference between showing fear and showing distrust as she never for a moment turned her back to him.
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« Reply #3 on Jul 9, 2009, 10:03pm » | |
Leurre
BlAcK hOlEs ArE a UnIvErSeS wOrSt NiGhTmArE...
Watching the orchid femora devour the remains of the body with slow, practiced precision was captivating for Leurre... everything she did sending another pang of hunger and sinister desire pumping into his blood. His unreadable eyes followed her smooth shuffles, analyzing her and learning all he could about her by observation alone. Clearly she was an experienced cannibal, her expression and selective actions signaling her knowledge of the skill. She was also, from what he could tell, self-centered... she had not immediately noticed his approach or his presence, too caught up in feeding upon the dragoness to have taken care to know her surroundings. Or perhaps she simply didn't give a lick if she was caught, unworried about who might catch her. Probably both...
'... sounds like a pretty fantastic find to me so far ..'
Leurre was slightly intrigued when the drakka noticed his presence but did not change what she was doing, instead laughing without remorse to his face. It was a cold, brittle laugh that spoke volumes to Leurre, reminding him of what his own laughter might sound like if he didn't try so hard to become something besides a killer. She's completely comfortable with what she's done. Not an ounce of regret.
'... she isn't a fake, that's for sure. but i'm not all that impressed yet ...'
Nothing really impresses you anyway, Leurre commented dryly.
'... quickgold's stupidity did, and the extent of your insanity still does ...'
The black executioner made not further remark, instead choosing to refocus his attention back on the other slayer in his vicinity. His expression changed very little as the female delivered her warning, one of the hard ridges above his eyes (as close to eyebrows as dragon's got) ascending upon his diabolically icy facade.
Did she just call the corpse tasty?
'... yes... i wonder if she's right too ...'
Then Leurre saw her blue optics light up with recognition as she took a better look at him, her brief scan over his features causing her to look at him with a new expression. An expression Leurre couldn't quite discern... there was no fear at all, and maybe even a twinge of respect and, was that possibly reverence he saw? Whatever he was seeing, it was something out of the blue to him. He'd grown so used to reading abhorrence and terror in other dragon's expression that he rarely had to even bother interpreting different emotions.
"Well, well. So the two demons finally come together, or has that heartless host of your's keeping you bottled up again?"
Her words struck him like poison, subtly at first then suddenly with the same amount of force as if she'd stuck him. He had not been expecting her to say that, at all. How did she know? Was it obvious? She's the second dragoness to have noticed... what is it with females and their goddamn powers of perception! Leurre made a quick assessment of everything he'd done in the last couple of seconds, but couldn't think of anything that might have hinted toward his other personality. It's like they get some secret message from a god or something...
'... hell if i know, but it is certainly a nice change to have someone talking to me instead of you ...'
With quiet, suddenly interested eyes, the ebony brute gave the purple female a once over, finding himself somewhat intrigued by the idea of finding a dragon that would enjoy talking to the cursed thing in his mind. Hell, Leurre himself barely liked speaking to the wretched voice and usually he only appreciated it for its occasional wit and bloody humor. Yet this reptilian vixen wanted get to know his demonic side better, even going so far as to entice him with an offering to gorge himself on the same meal she was eating. A delicious one at that, if her words were anything to go by.
'... this drakka's certainly playing with the very flames from hell ...'
Indeed.
'... let me out leurre and i'll promise to be good. i'll eat the corpse and the female and no one will know. maybe she'll taste even better than the dead thing if the phrase "you are what you eat" is anything to go by ...'
If your promises actually held any value I might have been agreeable to that. I'm not sure I'm all that comfortable letting a cannibal roam around my clan. Especially if I might be blamed for whatever trouble she causes- ...
'... see! we'll both win in this circumstance ...'
-BUT, I not gonna take that risk. After what happened last time I won't loose control for something as little as this.
The vile creature in his head roared in frustration, his tone becoming threatening when he replied.
'... you and i both know that i could break out if i wanted too, and i'm feeling sorely tempted right now...'
Wait... she's speaking again.
Leurre listened attentively as the dame continued to speak, giving him details of what she now wished she'd done if she'd known the dragoness was going to taste so good. Subconsciously, Leurre felt his bubbling insanity churn with a new intensity the deeper into detail she went... his entire being rippled with instability and rabid energy even without the devil's goading. By the time Leurre managed to recognize the re-awakening of the his more barbaric side he could to little to hold back to tide that enveloped him. And it showed, his previously blank face crackling with the taint of madness, while his mammoth structure shifted in mild agitation.
However when the minx to antagonize him by dining slowly upon a delectable piece of meat, Leurre felt something in him give way. Not entirely mind you, but a crack appeared in the walls that held him back... And Leurre felt a sliver of the demon's aura leak out to entwine with his own, bringing to life Leurre's savagery as well as it's psychotic intelligence.
The change was immediate, his violet eyes swiftly dilating and narrowing. Starting with the ever-motionless muscles on his visage all the way to the tip of his tail, the swarthy hellion came alive with devilish cruelty. The sides of his mouth curled up, baring destructive fangs in a wolfish smirk. His nostrils flared in the same manner as a wild stallion, taking in deep breaths as he filled his lungs with the mouthwatering scent of fresh carrion. His tongue slipped out between his teeth in a small flickering motion, sensitive buds tasting the air in wild glee. The enchanting pools of dark lavender seemed to roll back in their sockets, the abrupt surge of life into them startling the unwary.
The sheer masculinity of his warrior physique revealed itself in the next few moments. Like a well oiled mechanism, the iron muscles in his body turned on as they were juiced with raw, primitive power, molding themselves together in a blend of bestial perfection. His hindlegs shuddered with ruthless virility, while his strangely hooked talons raked at the soil brutally. His tail struck a rock or two as his swished around behind him, occasionally sending a piercing whistle through the air. Leurre's entire appearance seemed thicker, making it look like he'd doubled in size. A rampant, demented beast.
Leurre had not lost control... but he had not maintained it either and was now stuck somewhere in-between.
'... well, at least we're getting somewhere ...'
The mighty lord watched the fae idly for a few seconds, then lowered his head a little so lilac connected with sapphire. Then his maw broke out in an even larger grin, twisting his features in a deviishly handsome smirk.
"I do not need to let it out to become a monster, draga. Something you and the rest of Neron would do well to remember."
Leurre's voice matched her own in venomous quality, baritone lyrics laced with a unearthly miasma of delirium.
"As for the kill, you may keep it. I can guarantee that I have tasted better," His mind flickered momentarily over the memory of Butterfly Wing's exculsive flavor, a punch of hunger twitching in his stomach. "And my prey is, thankfully, still alive and kicking." Butterfly Wing's mortality was as tempting to obliterate as any others, but it would not happen under his watch... her blood was too precious for either him or the demon to allow that. He would keep her alive if it meant another taste.
'... but your fate is not so secure, cannibal ...'
jUsT lIkE hE iS iN yOuR wOrLd.
(OoC: Whew! That was a blast to write!
So I apologize for any major typos or misspelling ahead of time. I'm just too lazy to go back and edit it all right now. *almost forgets to breathe* =o
Hope you like it!)
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« Reply #4 on Jul 12, 2009, 12:19pm » | |
(Mothie, Leurra and Nira are the same height for future reference)
Niradana sat patiently as she continued to feed on the dragoness's body as she noticed Luerre struggling within himself. Good, the demon inside is struggling to break free. A real pity for if he can keep him bottle up so easily then the demon must not be anywhere near as strong as I am. She thought to herself as Leurre told her that he didn't have to let it out in order to be a monster and that it should be something that her and the rest of Neron should remember. Niradana just let out a sinister laugh at the comment. The rest of Neron!? Please don't insult me by comparing to the rest of those cowardly weaklings. She told him. I'll be completely honest, I don't give a deer's ass as to what happens to anyone else in Neron during this war or any other time for that matter, if any of them gets in my way of a fight, or if any of them try to stop me from seeking my desires I will kill them as I would any other dragon without remorse. She told him with a voice that was saturated in a sinister tone to the point where it had even developed a rasp.
Nira then just shrugged at him when she said she could keep the kill. Suit yourself, it's your loss not mine. She said tearing off another piece of flesh exposing the rest of the dragonesses insides. The heart, liver, lungs intestines the air bladder all of is was now visible to the naked eye, and all looked so delicious that she couldn't figure out which one she wanted to eat first. You know, She said still eating her flesh not even looking up to Leurre despite the fact that he had partially lost control. She didn't care, in fact she wanted him to lose control so she could see just how strong this demon was. For your master to be able to keep you locked up inside as easily as he is must mean that you either have no desire to be free, or that you're a very weak demon.
I say this because I myself am a demon from hell. The only difference between you and me, is that I have completely overtaken my master's body and re-arranged her memories in such a way where she is too completely devastated to try to fight back at all. This dragoness was at one point an angel until I possessed her after her mother was killed by her father, even though that's not she remembers, I twisted that memory as well to make her think that she was the one that killed her own mother and that her father was killed trying to stop her. Oh the joy I've had in causing her such misery. there is no chance in hell that if someone ever found away to separate us that she would ever be sane again for I force everything I do onto her. Even now in my subconscious she is watching probably with a sickened state as I lay here eating this delicious, juicy morsel of dragon flesh with as much happiness that I could must. She told him.
She knew that her accusation of him being a weak demon would be enough to break him out, and she knew that the only way to really gain respect from another demon was to fight it. She lifted her cranium from the breast region of the dragoness using her talons to pull out and hold her heart in the palm of her claw. Amazing how something so vital to live can be so vital that it can be destroyed by more than one method. Oh, and by the way, I don't think I've ever told you my name. My given name is Niradana, Those who have survived in my presence long enough have always called me Nira, and those who have managed to survive one of my encounters have called me the Bitch from hell. She told him still having a slight laugh in her voice.
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« Reply #5 on Jul 12, 2009, 11:53pm » | |
(OoC: I was commenting on their height with the image that Niradana was laying down on her belly and that Leurre appeared to have doubled in size. They just didn't seem to be the same height in that picture, but I apologize if my imagination was wrong. XP I didn't mean to imply that they weren't the same size standing up. ^.^)
Leurre
BlAcK hOlEs ArE a UnIvErSeS wOrSt NiGhTmArE...
Niradana huh? Leurre rolled the name around on his tongue for a moment, letting the foul taste pollute his mouth as he considered the female before him with wild, rabid violet eyes.
'... bitch from hell, ha! more like the bitch from around the corner ...'
Leurre couldn't help it when his maw split open in burlesque rancor, a orange glow of untamed fire visible between pearly daggers. The female's words may have been meant as a warning, boastfulness, or just plain talk... but Leurre could only laugh at the speech as the demon shredded any ounce of seriousness with it's own malignant phrase. It probably showed on his face too, as the ebony butcher matched Niradana's mocking grins with his own.
She is certainly a talkative broad at the very least. Proud too, she appears to think very highly of herself and her accomplishments.
'... yes, enough to suggest that i am weak ...
Leurre's sneer widened, curling unnaturally at the corners of his smile. Very daring... but not much common sense I'd say. A rather poor combination. The raging dragon looked the purple witch up and down with obvious skepticism, mild contempt shining in his expression alongside the ruthlessness. If she truly is a demonic femme, she isn't making a very good first impression.
'... i don't see anything more than a common harlot who's simply acquired a cannibalistic taste so far. all talk and no brains ...'
The swarthy beast lifted his triangular skull, smirking a little as he kneaded the ground with his dark talons, itching to rip Niradana's pretty little speech apart. Both physically and mentally. Yet he knew he would not... that would be an utter waste of breath and intelligence as far as he was concerned. If this impudent hussy wanted to make a fool of herself, let her. If she wanted to underestimate their strength by implying he was weak, go ahead. He wasn't going to fall for her piteous attempts to goad him into loosing what little control he still maintained. Besides, judging from the devil's offending comments, it wasn't all that impressed by the purple's presumptuous manner either.
If she was expecting much of a reaction to her careless tirade then she'll be sorely disappointed.
'... as it were, i don't think i'd even want to devour her cocky form if she laid down and died right here ...'
Really?
'... oh i'd still be more than willing to slit her throat just to get her to shut up ...'
Leurre's long, elegant tail fell into a sporadic rhythm, cutting through the air with jerking slices and jagged cuts. He shifted his weight somewhat as he silently re-assessed the femora, quietly considering her words. Despite having mostly been humored by it all, the insane beast did continuously recall a certain comment that piqued his curiosity, until finally he voiced his question.
"If you truly are the powerful demoness you claim to be, and have overtaken your," He paused for a moment, reflecting on her choice of words for a second before continuing to speak in vague tones, "host as you put it, why would you even bother joining Neron?"
With languid movements, Leurre casually brought his haunches under him and seated himself on his hindlegs, eyes never loosing their insolent mockery undertone. "What could possibly entice such a frightful and heartless minx into joining weaklings?"
'... maybe she intends to chatter us all to death ..'
jUsT lIkE hE iS iN yOuR wOrLd.
(OoC: Ugh, I'm running so low on muse for him right now. Definitely isn't my best post. I'll do better next time. I also want to apologize for my charrie's rudeness in my post. *points finger at demon* It's all him I swear!
'... she deserves it too ...'
*smacks demon upside the head* Why can't you just learn to play nice with the other kiddies, huh?
'... because i suffer from brain damage since you hit me all the time! ...')
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« Reply #6 on Jul 15, 2009, 10:15pm » | |
(Okay, He must be closer to her than what I was picturing then.)
After a few mauves of conversation it had became more than apparent that Leurre wasn't impressed with her, and she in turn wasn't all that impressed with him, which would be a reaction that she would expect from a fellow demon. always looking for ways to make them self look stronger than the next one in line. The only difference was she had already knew who was the stronger in this battle.
She could see in his emotionless eyes and the tone of his voice that to him she was nothing more than a malicious cannibal at most, which was partially correct. She had no problem in admitting the fact that she was a cannibal and in fact embraced it as it obviously appeared before them with the half eaten carcass of the dragoness that was laying next to her with the blood still spilling from the body. She has had enough meat to fill her for now but was still drinking the blood that was still pooling in front of her. The entire time she still showed nothing in the way of emotion towards Leurre. She did care who the hell he was, she knew that if he tried anything that she could take him just like all the others that had lined up in front of her.
The black pathetic excuse for a demon in front of her then proceeded to ask her that if she was so strong why she even bothered joining a clan of weaklings as she had so bluntly put it. Oh how she loved this question. It would give her a chance to just completely ridicule the entire clan. Why did I join a clan of weaklings? She said in a state of mockery. The first thing that I saw when I cam into these lands was a forest of cinder and ash that was inside the Neron lands and a completely pathetic excuse for a clan leader. I think his name was Kai or something of the like and I couldn't give a fuck less. He's just another pawn in my grand scheme. Weak clans are the easiest clans to take over because if you show enough power to the pieces of shit that are there, then they all scurry like rats with wings trying to get out of your way as you make your way towards your thrown of which you sculpted yourself out of the hundreds of bodies of other dragons that you have killed, and believe me when I say that number is easy well into the hundreds in my case. However the number of kills isn't something to brag about as anything can kill, however the method of which they are killed will often times speak for itself. She said to him with a bit of a laugh.
If you think I joined because I needed the sorry sons-a-bitches in this clan you are sorely mistaken. I'll take one of them as I would any other dragon as I kill unconditionally, I don't care about dragon type, clan, age, or anything else that happens to cross your mind as I have killed and eaten anything from unborn eggs, to draklings to full grown wyrms. If only you could have seen the looks of their mothers face as I paralyzed them long enough to allow the blood of their own son or daughter shower them in a drenching spray of blood as I ripped the said son or daughter right in half over the top of them allowing the blood to roll down the mothers neck to her back and saturate her wings. The underlying joy of the torturous aspect of killed is so undesirably strong to see them squirm and try to come after you but their nervous system is completely shut down from there exteriors and are forced to sit back and watch as you mutilate their children and then come after them ripping and clawing at them. She said laughing throughout the entire story.
However I have found that there are things much worse than death as well as I don't always kill my victims. Females I'll generally rip open just enough to rip out their uterus and use it as a snack in front of them if I'm in a good mood. Other times I've been known to sever wings from their bodies along with males. The two most sacred things to a dragon. Mating and flight, and the joy of forcing a dragon to live without not just one of them, but both is a real pleasure. She said as she stood up and walkd over to where he was staring directly at him with fire in her fearless eyes. I will do the same thing to any dragon in Neron that gets in my way of my ultimate quest. I will do whatever I have to do in order to take over this clan and kill anyone and everyone I have to in order to do it. and the fact that I joined this clan while there is a war going on makes my job all the easier as I have the other clan involved in the war killing the other dragons for me. It's the same way with the lead mage position that I have acquired, while I know that I could have beaten him easily even when he was in good health, taking it too him right after the battle was the smart thing to do as now I am one step closer to taking over this clan. She told him.
So you see, I didn't join this clan. I'm slowly taking it over. I don't give a rat's ass about anyone it the clan or if anything happens to them, and that anyone includes you. She said pushing herself right into his face making solid eye contact. You could disappear off of the face of the earth right now and I wouldn't care less just like the countless others that have crossed my path. You try anything at all, and I will kill you just like I killed this bitch here today as slow and painfully as possible. She said pushing her face even further at his.
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« Reply #7 on Jul 31, 2009, 3:38pm » | |
Leurre
BlAcK hOlEs ArE a UnIvErSeS wOrSt NiGhTmArE...
She could not know, could not possibly realize exactly how close Leurre was to sinking his fangs into her tearing out that tongue of hers that seemed to have the ability to talk non-stop.
Hell, Niradana had put herself in one of the most dangerous positions Leurre could think of, her head so close to his and her throat merely seconds away from his eager jaws... Close enough he could hear the blood flowing through her veins, the sound nearly causing him to groan as the burning desire to shred her jugular reached tidal wave porportions. She wouldn't have time to react, she was simply too close to avoid being hit... unless she proved to be faster than Quickgold.
Fuck, I wouldn't even have to move to kill her. Just scorch her with a quick burst of flame..
'... but where's the fun in that? ...'
The complete emotionless in his expression gave way slightly, his violet eyes were practically exploding with the thirst to slice her open in one simple movement, the need to see her blood spilled coursing through every inch of his body. Muscles bunched, quivering with raw power. Leurre's uncontrollable tail was flipping around and twisting behind him like mad, instantly breaking the occasional boulder or piece of ruin that it came in contact with. The lunatic sneer on his maw never relented its shuddering smile.
It would be too easy to just... Leurre's soul was shuddering as the strain to keep calm, to maintain control reached a breaking point.
'... kill her now and save your clan the trouble? ...'
Yes. Too easy... That thought registestered with something inside Leurre, and his covetous pools narrowed by a fraction as he stared deep into Niradana's own, coming down from his close call as he regained some of the control. I wouldn't have put it past her to be trying to instigate a fight, just to have me loose control and take over my position. Steadily, Leurre sobered up enough to push down the blazing blood lust that boiled in his belly, although the newfound intensity in his form never diminished.
Rational thoughts, calculating and cold, helped to tamper down the urges as he replayed the words the purple femme had used before she'd so casually placed herself mere breaths from his ebony daggers. So, she's here to take over Neron, huh? He took a better look at her, measuring her up so to speak.More than happy to kill anyone, even me, should I prove to be troublesome. Bold words. The black behemoth studied her with lazy ease, the smirk on his face reaching his eyes this time as he came to his conclusion. She's a power-hungry demon then, with a cannibalistic addiction as an added bonus.
'... and a harlot who talks too much ...'
Inwardly Leurre rolled his eyes in exasperation at the demon's commentary. Great addition smart ass.
The swarthy dragon returned his focus to the cannabilistic demoness, the smirk breaking as his jaws parted wide in a audacious yawn, flashing a fantasitc set of fangs her way for kicks too. "Good to know, I suppose, since you'll have to get through me either way if you want to take over. I still outrank you in all technicality." The smooth deepness in his vocals was more pronounced than before, the devil-fury edge that was in them before fading to become a subtle haze. Leurre shrugged his brawny shoulder once, signifying his lack of concern, treating her as an insignificant drakling for all her high-handed challenge. "But I truly don't care what crazy shit a power-hungry thing like you wants to do. Leave me alone, don't mess with me, my land, or my prey and you can do all the death chattering you want."
He didn't bother taking the conversation further, leaving out the obviously implied threats as to exactly what he would do if she did end up bothering him... let alone if she tried to kill him.
'... lets just say, things will get beautifully messy ...'
jUsT lIkE hE iS iN yOuR wOrLd.
(OoC: Not a great post in my opinion. But here it is. Apologies for the delay.)
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« Reply #8 on Aug 29, 2009, 1:23pm » | |
(Sorry for the not so great post. My muse was a bit low as I had typed this after just waking up.)
Anywhere a path of destruction or blood was to be found, you would find Nira, and she was one to always make sure that she was the cause of the misfortune. It just wasn't fun to let someone else do all of the killing, and it was holding true in this instance as well. She had tried the approach to being nice, well, as nice as she as she could be considered, but that obviously wasn't working with Leurre. Quite the opposite from the start. He had been questioning her power, and the depths of her evil from the very start which was pissing her off.
All of his comments were starting to piss her of. If your so strong, why do you need a clan? I've tasted better, you'll eventually have to go through me and the like. Who the hell does he think he is? He obviously doesn't remember the battle and the hell that I caused there, but in this case that may not be a bad thing. After all, the less your opponent knows about you, the less that your opponent can do to stop you, and in some instances it doesn't even matter if they know or not because they are too damn weak to do anything about it. She thought to herself as she kept her position right in front of Leurre.
He then continued on that if she tried to do anything to him let alone try kill him, he would basically attempt to kill her. That in itself would be a miracle if he could do it. There were several that were lined up waiting for the opportunity to kill her, and every time that she was confronted, the other would fall before her completely and utterly destroyed as the disgrace to the race that they were. She was actually doing this race a favor by getting rid of those who were weak.
In the end I have to go through you eh? She said mockingly. If I have to go through you, then I'll just have to go fucking through you, but something tells me that you want power just as much as I do, as that's a common trait amongst demons. If that is the case, then maybe we should help each other take the top two spots in the clan, and both rule over the pathetic weaklings in this clan until we can annihilate them and remake the clan with those who are strong. She told him tauntingly. But should I have to eventually go through you, then I'll do just that.
Then an idea came into her head as she was feeling bit more confident within herself, and also had undeniable temptations flowing though her. If Leurre was as strong as everyone said then this shouldn't be a problem for him and should be quite pleasing to her. I wonder though... Just how strong you really are. She told him antagonizing him, as she moved away from him to turn around. Even though her back was to him though she was still facing him as she laid on the ground and turned to her side, and started brushing her tongue over her cloaca to please herself for a bit savoring the sweet juices that her body was starting to produce. Prove me your strength. She told him in pause before turning her eyes up to him. Rape me. She told him flat out. If he was as strong as everyone said, this would prove it. anyone who was worthy of the title strong would have no problem accepting the invitation, and also, if he was that powerful, he would have no problems pleasing her. She continued to lick her tongue over her groin while she was waiting for his response causing the scales around the area to glisten and gleam.
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