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Post by Auransky on Aug 2, 2018 1:54:05 GMT -5
((OKAY HERE IT IS, after promising forever.))
Silence filled the empty, dusty house... Perhaps at one point the house was filled life and excitement, but now all that remained was a former shell of such times. Within the ruins was a previous scar from long ago... something that perhaps was fated to never see the light of day. Now in present day, the once silent house lives again, to bear another scar...
The night started like any others... Then ... She was lured.... In response he followed.....
A mysterious intruder led Selene on a wild yet aggressive goose chase. Eventually leading to a now abandoned home; set apart from present society.... It sat alone in silence, out of place... a world now forgotten...
A fight had broken out between The Mistress and the stranger... The fight broke loose and eventually the lurker revealed themselves... Yes a werewolf.... typical perhaps? But something more broke out during the encounter.... It was far too much for Selene as her attacker suddenly had overpowered her. She suddenly had been at the disadvantage, lost in her own world. This had her cornered with the werewolf ready to land the final strike....
The house lay in silence... In the living room, a place perhaps once filled with joy and laughs... now sat in physical ruin. Along the dent ground lay small pools of blood, on the edges of barely recognizable furniture dripped slowly the red essence of blood.
The werewolf was gone...
Selene stood far in one side of the room, rather distraught and terrified..
On the other side of the room, stood Sukai, her servant... the man whom she turned into a vampire in order to save his life... or at least.... that is how it should have been...
Sukai stood silently on the other side of the room, gripping his right shoulder tightly, as he intentionally turned away from Selene. His violet eyes gazed at the wall, both in pain at disgust towards the events which transpired. He took deep breaths, caution to keep as quiet as a mouse, yet in between breaths he would bite his lower lip. His clothes had been roughed , from interfering with the fight between Selene and the werewolf. Blood dripped down his body; seeping through his white polo shirt. His arms seeped in scratches, which derived from the wolf's mighty claws. His silver hair dripped of his opponents blood... He was bent forward, his right knee too slightly bent, in the pain he had received from the ordeal. Yet.. he kept it in, refusing to break the ongoing silence between the two....
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I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Aug 2, 2018 3:20:56 GMT -5
The cold air making its way through the drafty building beat down on her and her wounds which now stung with pain. Her blood, and the blood of the werewolf she'd once called her sister stained the entirety of the place which she once called, home. Many years ago before Selene was a vampire her family lived here peacefully. They were decently rich, her father held a high place on the city council, next in line for mayor if the town voted that way. Everything that had once so nice and warm, now held a cold bitter chill.
Her eyes remained locked on the man across the room. They were wide and full of fear as the world around her came crashing down. Everything she'd ever known had been thrown away in one night. The fact that all of her family was dead thanks to a werewolf named Allison, was a lie. Her sister lived and was now one of them. The man she'd let gain her trust, was now someone who had taken everything from her; yet somehow he had given her everything.
Sinking down to the ground she brought her knees to her chest, her icy blue almost white gaze never leaving Sukai. Tears streamed down her face, who would she trust now. Swallowing her hand covered her mouth as the tears fell faster than she could manage. Everything had been a lie, she hadn't been turned by the coven leader before her, but rather by the monster that stood before her. How could he have lied to her all these years. Now here she was, covered in blood that wasn't all her own, tears running down her face, alone. Even with him standing in the room; she was alone, he was no friend anymore.
"Get out.." She said forcing herself to stop sobbing. Her brow furrowed and she glare at him the dampness of her tears still on her face. Her breathing quickened as she held back the tears that threatened to once more show. "Get OUT!!" She screamed at him when he did not move fast enough, the vampire woman didn't want to see his face or anything to do with him. Her bodily injuries were nothing to pain she felt in her heart and her mind. Everything was torn, she had grown quite fond of him as time had passed, part of her wanted to be hugged and the other part wanted to rip his head off. Part of her begged to cry and the other stood stone faced and cold.
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Post by Auransky on Aug 2, 2018 22:23:25 GMT -5
inky He had been to this town many years ago... it wasn't for the events which had unfolded. Rather business with the city for the company he works with. This visit should have ended with handshakes not bloodshed, but a local group disagreed with allowing such outsiders to enter. They had an agenda of turning the city head over heels; with the hopes of transforming the entire place into their own playground. Do I dare explain? Sukai's heart pounded, regret, and remorse clouding his thoughts. If I can calm her down... I can explain everything.. He tried to reason with himself, by grasping to a piece of optimism. Surely... she would! He tensed up hearing a thought. "Don't Bother..."Sukai pulled himself against the pain to stand upright. Still keeping his gaze away, silence still lingered. Tch.... this wasn't supposed to happen! He bit his lower lip, his eyes wincing yet his mind screaming against everything at this moment in time. He flinched now, with a gasp of surprise, she wanted him gone. No it wasn't the average, go away for five minutes-it was an assertive get out and good riddance. No, Please! Anyone but her....Despite his thoughts against such words, he turned his head for the corridor, he slowly made an attempt to walk away but he found himself unable to physically move. A-Am I scared?! He found himself struggling to move, straining his inner strength against his physical body. "What's wrong boy? It seems as if... you are stuck... "In silence Sukai covered his left eye, Please... not now... He tensed up, forcing his body to slowly move at the first request. Yet it wasn't fast enough...From the top of her lungs to the deepest depths of her diaphragm, she told him to get out. He flinched again, his clenching his fists as he forced his body to move against its will. I will move... and you aren't going to stop me..."I think it's best you stay there...she wants you dead already... I want her dead too" The voice spoke with a cocky tone. "Stand still... she will attack and you accidentally kill her in self defense... Everyone.... wins...Sukai ignored such thoughts forcing his body to move against the pain and resistance, speeding up to get out of the living room. Making his way into the corridor through the hall, he kept going... he was intending to give her the requested space, despite a certain voices's opposition. The door wasn't too far now as he pressed on through the hall. I should tell her...everything..Don't bother, it's futile.. she won't listen to you... she never will now. but..give it up kid! Even if she decided to sit a room across from you, she wouldn't listen! The voice aggressively spoke. Your story would not make sense... it has too many holes. Her memories were not only wiped, but warped... manipulated, altered. Changed intentionally so that no matter how hard she tries, the story is never a straight line...The front door was up ahead... when in close proximity Sukai blinked seeing it slowly open. On the other side of the door stood a shadowy figure, with piercing yellow eyes. If you try to directly give her all her memories, and unwind all the distortion, you'll just end up killing her. The shadowy figure then disappeared into thin air, with a distorted laugh echoing in Sukai's ears.
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Post by Auransky on Aug 3, 2018 23:22:48 GMT -5
Outside he stood in silence, pushing away the wrecking laughter which echoed within his ears. He slowly turned his head up to gaze endlessly at the night sky, his violet eyes illuminating brightly. This... None of this... that night... or even tonight... none of that should have happened. His heart pounded in anguish, at the same time his muscles tensed. "T-Tch..." He clenched his fists, "I don't want to see her like that..." He softly spoke out. "I can't bear to see her like this..." He took a few steps forward, walking down the wooden steps, "I-I can fix this..." "Oh? The voice paused. "How do you intend to do that? Are you going to rewrite her memories? Give her what she wants to know? She still wont forgive you." The voice paused once again, "Oh.. but what will happen if she regains her memories of tonight? or what if..." The voice trailed off with amusement. "She encounters triggers, which set off previous tampered thoughts, hmm?" The voice was cut off. Sukai had bitten into his lower lip while listening to the voice. His right fang pierced into his lower lip with immense pressure. "No!" He lashed out aggressively, "I am not going to tamper with her thoughts. That was your doing![/i] He kept walking now, making his way through the property, the front door slowly distancing itself behind him. With his right hand he extended his index finger, and pointed towards the air in front of him. "Shut up!" He glared into the nothingness before him. "You created these problems! If you didn't distort then warp or even rewrite your memories, I wouldn't be in this mess!" He quickly trailed off, his eyes shifting with realization. Slowly pulling back his extended arm he turned his head towards the right. "Okay..." He softly spoke. "I would still be in this mess..." He admitted to himself. "But.." He turned his entire body to face the direction of the house. "I could take as much time as she desired to tell her everything." He now moved his right hand towards his chest, "Days...weeks... years... ages..." He tucked his head in then closed his eyes. "I would be able to tell her everything." He shook his head now, "What am I saying.." He softly spoke out. "You're lying again-" He gasped as his left hand reached for his neck with an aggressive grasp. "Please..." The shadowy figure appeared right in front of him, extending its hand to reach for Sukai's right wrist, using pressure to force the vampire to choke himself. "Don't keep us in suspense" The shadowy figure gave a rather distorted crooked smile. Sukai struggled, wincing at the pressure being applied to his neck. "I can undo her memories... but" He coughed a bit. "She has to be mentally stable..." He looked up, as a means to grasp for more air. "I can start from the start... take breaks, and keep going..." He forcefully swallowed. "Eventually... everything will be back." He sped his words. "If I do it all in one go she will emotionally snap, and it'll overwhelm her. But if I do it in pieces-" He had reached the limit of his words, feeling the desperation to grasp for air. Then she screamed... there was nothing in their surrounding area- making Selene's scream break the silence. "Oh?" The shadow released Sukai from its grasp. A crooked smile appearing on its face. "Hear that? It's confusion, anguish, hatred, sorrow..." It trailed off. "I can feed off that..." It spoke with a a rather amused tone. Sukai collapsed to the ground, grasping for breath and shivering in terror. The sound of Selene's scream echoed in his ears, a sound he would perhaps never unhear that. Hands and knees on the ground now, taking in deep breaths. "Why haven't you carried out your word?" He stared at the floor, questioning the shadow before him. "You said you'd make it your promise to make my life miserable. You said you would finish her off once this day came to fruition-" He was cut off in surprise to a rather soft laugh. "Ah..." The voice spoke in joy. "And here I thought you had forgotten such words.." The shadow shook its head. "I was going to, but..seeing how things played out, I never would have guessed." The shadow bent down to see Sukai on the floor. "She never wants to see you again... she considers you dead... forget her... oh wait... The shadow laughed once again. "Now stand the hell up... the voice scolded. "You currently have the face of a killer... I wont stand for such a pathetic look when you are in this form." Seeing Sukai hesitate to get up, the shadow growled. "Stand up!" The entity snapped its ghostly fingers. Sukai grunted as his muscles tensed up once again, this time moving against his own will, he struggled to stand up. "You dare... use your puppeteers power....on me?!" He called out in surprise, as he struggled against the ability, but eventually subcom to the forceful pressure. Now standing, he felt the overwhelming pressure disappear, and the shadowy figure vanish into thin air. Though she will never forgive me... but she's strong. Even if it takes eternity, I will make this right... Even if she dares to never look at me... Sukai grasped for the light at the end of tunnel. He ran a hand through his silver hair, She will look at me with fear , and hatred with this appearance. Yet in my human form.. she will look at regret and anguish... He shrugged now, attempting to let out some steam. Should I turn myself in? In this form I am wanted... she could hold me captive and demand answers. But... he wouldn't let me go in quietly... Tch...he never would...inky
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Post by Auransky on Aug 10, 2018 3:36:35 GMT -5
(Air quality is bad out here. The fire burning north of the city isn't a good feeling either. But I'm still here , somewhat chilling, and listening to the helicopters / choppers fly real low to stop the flames.)
Sukai took in a deep breath in hopes of relaxing, but instead the pain seeped through every breath as he found himself hissing to basically everything. Breathing hurt , walking hurt, living hurt.... Physically and emotionally he was torn by the events which transpired , and unraveled secrets. The world has never before appeared to be going slower, much slower which that of before. Every minute which passed seemed like eternity screaming into his ears. Each blink instantly flashed her look of horror and anguish towards the man who both have her Every thing by taking it all.
His violet eyes gazed out towards his silent surroundings. The trees , grass, followed by singing crickets , were sounds he typically loved and yet at this moment it felt like stressful horror. I should try to talk to her ... I know i told myself I would give her space but... I can't ... For various reasons ... The wind broke through his ponder, blowing against his face and throwing his silver hair out of place. He snapped back to his surroundings , taking a look to the wildlife before him. "I-I should head back to the manor...[/i] be considered , taking a sharp turn. Maybe she won't wanna talk right now but I gotta start somewhere , right ?
His phone vibrated in his pocket , he blinked taking it out to see a new message. Pulling up the message he found himself blankly staring. 'Any new info?' He remained silent reading the message. "I broke my cover..." He muttered to himself. " I accidentally revealed my identity ... " he softly muttered again. "And she now knows I'm Serken." He muttered again. He shrugged to himself wondering if he should reply with the fact that both his cover and secret were revealed. But then he stopped to shake his head, [ i] no... He would then go with the next plan... [/i] he considered. After a ponder of hesitation , his fingers moved across the screen. 'nothing yet' He lied.. Straight out lied to buy more time and hopefully amend this. This also meant that he was trending on thin ice, for she knew who he was and could expose him to the council and everyone else she was allied to. At the same time by lying to him, she may walk up to the individual on the other end , and tell him about her discovery.
I should hurry ... he winced again at the enduring pain , but unlike her he had arrived towards the end of the fight receiving less wounds then her. Therefore his mobility was still slightly better off. But his injuries still stung when he moved. if I can get time to talk to her i can somewhat fix this
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Post by Auransky on Aug 10, 2018 21:43:02 GMT -5
((Like it's burning my town. O.o I started spamming my facebook feed with notifications about it because I'm trying to help spread the word to friends who live in the area too.))
He kept quite the distance, trying not to impede in her moments, but still-he had to go after her. There was the important need to amend things. I'm lying to myself.. i'm not going to amend any of this in one night. It just wont happen, but I can get something across ... maybe He was trying to remain optimistic, he was usually the cool headed type, but his heart was thumping in distress knowing that one of the few people who brightened his day w/as now wanting him gone. His emotions were running his actions, the text from before pushed pressure to the table, and every moment s/eemed to carry more at stake then before.
The manor was not too far from here, he had to slow down intentionally stalling for forced recovery. The last thing he wanted to do was walk right up to the manor appearing like a psychopath loner who was wanted by the hunters, vampires, werewolves, demons and everything that he has encountered. He took in a deep breath,attempting to relax himself as a means to revert his gleaming violet eyes to their natural bright green color. At the same time his silver hair reverted to its natural red state. Now all that was needed was a clothes change, but he wasn't so certain about using a particular ability which could help with that, it was still something in progress and he'd only ever seen his counterpart use such an ability, with a cocky smile mind you. He shuddered at the thought, returning on his pace to make it for the manor.
He had made his way towards the manor, the time she took to punch in the numbers and await for the gate to open, he was able to catch up by a distance. Still standing further away he silently approached, only to stumble back to her wrathful warning. His now green eyes were filled with shock to her aggressive treatment. He wanted to speak up but her gaze, her posture and unwillingness to move made it much more difficult. There was something between them, and now it felt like it was never there to begin with. How can I? He wanted to speak up, he really did but he found himself unable to. It was difficult to say something, to bring a matter up or consider. He took a few step backs now, silently keeping his gaze to par with her burning gaze. It hurt, a lot... She said I'm not welcome here, but I can't. He swallowed taking another step back. "I-I don't want to hurt you." He tried to force his words out, yet it sounded soft and unsure. Do I really not want to hurt her? Just being here I'm hurting her... He blinked, occasionally glimpsing behind her. The gate was open, she was not moving? Was it that bad, or was it something else? Is she hoping for one of the servants of the house to see the gate open but nobody walk in? That would then bring them out here and she could use an absolute order to run me off, they wouldn't be able to question that. Or-has her telepathy to her servants grown since I left her here? I wouldn't be surprised... she could bring them here again and use an absolute order to run me off. Regardless if she uses an absolute order, they cannot question it they must commit. He stood now, no longer taking steps back. He wasn't intending on leaving, but he was also uncertain as to what she was attempting if anything. Some of my people serve her.. they were here under my order. So I could overwrite her absolute order with mine. However, since that time she has brought a massive amount of people under her dominance. If one of those individuals whom has only ever served her, I wont be able to overwrite the absolute order.
((Hopefully I threw some possibilities. xD And explained Absolute order.))
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Post by Auransky on Aug 12, 2018 22:15:55 GMT -5
((Sorry for the delay inky , this week I been busy with the fire. I should be able to reply in accordance now though.)) ((She can keep beating him, xD Should we also bring out someone from the house? A "servant" of the house, which either of us could role-play, or should I bring Jake instead? Who at this time is only known as the hunters rep.)) Sukai stood there silently, unable to respond at the sound of her fury being thrown at him. It was heart wrenching just standing there and taking a beating. A verbal beating hurt just as much as a physical beating. His green eyes were hurt to every wound that was forcefully reopened, he felt his body weigh on him from above. He crossed his arms now as a way to console himself against every statement being lashed at him. He gripped himself tighter and tighter after each statement, pain cursing through him internally... on the inside he was screaming. He slowly turned his head away, unable to meet her gaze any longer. He wanted to talk to her, but it was clear that she wouldn't listen right away. He wanted to speak up, retaliate on words explain something, but he couldn't; silence was all he could release. His head slowly turned back to see her from a distance, but at that moment she was right in front of him. Before he could react she had shoved him with rage and furry. He stumbled back in response to the first shove. S-Selene, please- His thoughts were cut off by the second forced impact, all he could do was brace. I don't want him here- He braced for impact once again, Y-You're giving him an excuse! He braced once again, and continued embracing repeatedly shove after shove, the pain from before reopening a few wounds which were still healing from the werewolf encounter. Then came that final push, with all her strength which forced him to fall to the ground. I-I have to get out of here... there's nothing I can do... he's going to react soon... His green gaze trembled in fear, but not for the reasons before him. "I-I'm sorry.." He softly muttered, now forcefully sitting on the ground. His head facing up to meet her enraged look. "I'm sorry for everything." He repeated again. "I'm sorry ..." He repeated from where he was. That's all he found himself able to say, he wanted to say more but the only words which would be audible would be sorry...
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