Lilith
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"The pleasured dead speak of her in necromantic tongue"
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Post by Lilith on May 23, 2007 18:14:43 GMT
Lilith prowls the churned up roads and broken pavements, a damning smirk revealing her sharp canines, glinting in the splendor of the moon light. She moves as liquid in and out of the shadows, hair aflame, eyes keen and bright. A pale and deadly aparition...
She stops before a crumbling monument, a statue long since destroyed, its face worn and broken. All that remains intact are the immense wings, the feathers still maintaining their exquisite detail as if they would be soft to the touch. Lilith cannot help but test this theory, her white hands are met with the cold and hard texture of carefully carved stone.
Arilux. A name she had almost forgotten. She calls it silently, coaxing the wolf he had become. Arrow, wasn't it?. Yes. He would hear and he would heed her tempting. Of that Lilith was certain...
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Arrow
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Post by Arrow on May 24, 2007 19:32:13 GMT
Arrow bounded through the ruins of Midian without a are in the world, the dust of the city stiring and circling as his blond-haired paws shudder through it, as a wolf the world is seen in a myriad of coloured smells.
Then, his name, called as by some enchanting Siren. He had to follow. His mind and body obeyed without question, as wolf and man he was drawn to the source, where stood by a statue none other than Lilith, whom he had seen in the Palace. Arrow was compelled.
Though he did not change, and instead spoke directly into her mind, suddenly aware that he would be naked as a man in front of her.
Lilith. Even in this format of communication he sounded eager. His ashen opal eyes stared into her, trying to make out what she wanted from him.
You called to me, and I came. Was all he could manage, enraptured as he was by her very presence.
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Lilith
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Post by Lilith on May 27, 2007 17:14:32 GMT
Lilith smiles, an icy wind pushing the blood red curls from her white face. She appears cold and inhuman having not fed for at least a week or so. But this was of little importance to Lilith, her body no longer requiring the life liquid of mortals. She simply drank out of nostalgic lust, it could still elate her soul and bring warmth and colour to her skin. Aaah, here stood the young boy she had known, even as a wolf he still maintained his good looks, those unusual glistening eyes... But where was that rogue brat now? All to easy to tempt into the pleasures of the flesh, too arrogant to think that anything could possibly hunt him... That boy was gone it seemed... or forgotten.
Lilith stands with her long red coat hugging her waist, the colour to match her lips and sharp nails... "I ask again, Arilux, where is your master?"
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Arrow
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Post by Arrow on May 27, 2007 17:30:28 GMT
Arrow shook his head. His Master had been killed some time ago. Airlia the demon... her shifting shapes and sharp teeth had soon seen to that, rendering the vampiric flesh as if it were nothing more than meat for her own consumption.
He answered readily enough, the truth seeming more important than anything else.
A Demon called Airlia killed him. She is my new Master now.
His eyes flickered over her, the startling crimson so bright against the crumbling, ancient ruins.
Arrow asked, Why do you call me Arilux? sitting on his hind legs, looking up to meet her gaze.
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Lilith
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Post by Lilith on Jun 2, 2007 17:57:50 GMT
Lilith smiles, a little too warmly, it screams danger... She stares down at the wolf, if there was any kindness in her eyes it was certainly not apparent. "Aaah" She says at last, her tone smooth and velvety. "You are still at the hands of a master, I suppose that doesn't breach the deal..."
With this thought in mind Lilith seems to relax. She leans now against the monument behind her, it holds her weight but pieces of it crumble into dust, caught on a cold wind the particles disappear into endless rubble...
"You see, Arilux" Lilith says with a playful grin "I have been neglecting my duties. You must be forever in the hands of a master and it is I who must keep track of this." She turns now, ready to walk away from him "It seems I have nothing to worry about at present..."
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Arrow
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Post by Arrow on Jun 10, 2007 17:57:33 GMT
Arrow did not fully understand. Airlia was a good person, he surmised, in her own fashion. She mostly smiled at him, asking with languid amusement what he might like to do for her. Arrow fetched, killed, carried, informed on her whims. She would copy him as wolf and human, or changing forms so he might carry her as some little purple imp.
As Lilith turned to go, he acted on some unknown instinct, only wanting her to stay.
He was human, naked, grasping at her upper arm with his hand to turn her round to him without another thought.
His opal eyes gleamed, shifted colour to a blazing intensity.
"Where have I seen your face before?" He demanded, searching into Lilith's eyes without a thought of what might be lurking there, "What duties are you speaking of?"
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Lilith
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Post by Lilith on Jun 15, 2007 11:31:50 GMT
Lilith's cold lips curl at the edges when she feels his hand grab her arm. It was amusing to frustrate him, to tease him as she had done long ago. She, a succubi, tempting him with her natural talents into a world of delicious sin and pleasure... The aristocratic brat she had known was gone, most certainly, but the attributes of his nature that made it all to easy for Lilith to manipulate him were still a part of his being, this she could tell without doubt.
Too curious and too naive. He'd be better off to walk away without asking questions. But Lilith too is enticed by him and even now as he stands before her, preferring to expose himself entirely than remain in the confines of the wolf to obtain the answers he demands, she cannot help but admire his beauty and bravery.
"You do not remember my face, my hair, my body...?" Lilith asks, masking her smile with anger and offense. "What good would explaining do if my presence alone does not shock your memory into action? Before Airlia there was another, and before them, there was me..." She tugs her arm effortlessly from his grip...
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Arrow
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Post by Arrow on Jul 10, 2007 11:57:28 GMT
Arrow blinked in comprehension. Still, not recognising her as such, but knowing what she was, who she was.
"You were my Mistress?" He questioned, though already knew the answer to that, it was some human instinct to ask the stupidly obvious at such times.
"Then - what happened to me? Why did you let me go?" Arrow realised for all the world he sounded like a hurt lover, but Lilith captivated him, enchanted him almost, and he suddenly realised how much he wanted to be at her side, in any capacity that she saw fit.
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Lilith
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Post by Lilith on Jul 14, 2007 9:52:16 GMT
The pup seemed some what hurt that Lilith might have given him up, which sort of pleases her in some way... She stares down at the man now, beautiful as ever. Ah, no wonder she had chosen him. She smiles, an attempt at affection though it twists cruelly with the display of her canines. She blinks slowly and when her eyelids open again to reveal those cold eyes, they are soft and inviting. "My love" She says at last, that soothing silken tone to her voice. "My dear Arilux. I took you on after you conviction, it was a part of my punishment too. You see, Midian's rules are set in stone, and its discipline harsh. But you were not my responsibility for ever..." Lilith tries to explain as best she can, without revealing too much that might give him the upper hand. She is used to having the control. She senses her effect on him, her deadly 'charm.' "Arrow, I would have you again my love..." She extends her arm to him, her hand presented for him to take hold...
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Post by Arrow on Dec 9, 2007 18:32:54 GMT
As eager as could be, Arrow took her hand. Her skin was so soft, so smooth and cold. He knelt before her, pressing that marble flesh to his warm, living cheek.
"What of Airlia?" He asked softly. He was obliged to her, and Arrow could not dismiss that entirely.
With a mixture of trepidation and longing, his lips brushed her flawless hand, that thin delicate skin on the top.
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Lilith
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Post by Lilith on Dec 11, 2007 17:54:08 GMT
Lilith smiles as kindly as her stone cold features would allow. She watches him intently, his every move fascinating her. Yes, she would take him back, she wanted him to call her own again, for now anyway... She lifts Arrow's warm face with an icy finger beneath his chin, coaxing his gaze to lock onto her own. "My sweet Arrow. You must always pass hands. You were mine to begin with and I am claiming you back." Lilith sighs, as if she truly sympathises with Arrow's fate. "It's just how it must be... It is my right as your true mistress..." No amount of trickery could mask the glinting in her emerald eyes, the delicious appeal of owning him again...
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Post by Arrow on Dec 11, 2007 21:29:15 GMT
"Thank you, my Lady." He whispered, staring upwards, mouth slightly agape. Taking in the full beauty of her face, feeling her beautiful fingers tracing the skin of his jawline, he felt a stirring between his legs.
Embarrassed, shamed at his lack of control, finally fully aware of his nakedness, he turned to wolf, the only course of action available in the name of modesty. What would she think of him? So crass and disgusting. He whined at the very thought of what his body had been involuntarily thinking.
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Lilith
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Post by Lilith on Dec 13, 2007 18:02:06 GMT
Lilith withdraws her hand as he transforms into the wolf again. Of course she was fully aware why, she would not be so notorious as a temptress if she did not catch onto these things, long before the physical signs...
Lilith smirks, flirtatious and suggestive. She cannot get over the intensity of his eyes, even as a wolf they seemed to captivate, if not more so in this form. She ruffles the thick fur of his head, standing tall over him. "My dear Arrow. Your memory of me must truly be lost, or else you would take me in your arms here and now in the knowledge of what I am, what I can make you feel..."
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Post by Orpheus on Dec 13, 2007 22:01:09 GMT
Arrow felt his fur and skin prickle at her touch. He knew that wanting Lilith was wrong; you could not want her - she could only take you. But he yearned for her in body and soul.
He felt himself making a sound low in his throat, and immediately ceased. If you should like, my lady.
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Lilith
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Post by Lilith on Dec 14, 2007 11:16:08 GMT
"Yes, my love. It is what we both want" The dangerous smile plays upon Lilith's lips again. "But you must give yourself to me, faithful and true, obedient and loyal, my Arrow, my long lost Arilux"
Lilith stands back, hands on hips, waiting for him to transform into the man she lusted for. Ahh, the notion of love and blood making her heart race was an exquisite sensation. She could turn him, deep in the confusion and ecstasy he'd barely realise the transformation...
"Swear your devotion, as a man, Arilux"
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