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Post by Horus on Jun 9, 2007 20:07:46 GMT
Horus, stormed out of the palace, still dragging arrow buy his collar. Suddenly realising something he let go and turned to speak to him
"im sorry about that.. i shouldnt have dragged you out. But that woman.. that was un natural.. i felt an instinctual repulsion. weather thats from the human or wolf in me is unknown."
He then turned looking out in the direction of the fallen werewolf. "we must burry her quickly"
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Post by Arrow on Jun 10, 2007 17:29:14 GMT
Arrow was shaken, dazed, feeling like a drowning man at last given the sweet breath of air, bursting lungs finally sated and his own brain scrambling desperately to assemble sounds, colours, smells.
He growled, even as a man it sounded canine and ferral, though it was not in warning or anger at Horus, more shaking free from that strange and enticing spell the woman Lilith seemed to put him under.
He shook his head, still spots of hysterical colour were raised on his fine, pale cheeks. The werewolf changed immediately, stepping down into a blond wolf.
Forgive me Horus, I was not myself. The woman is strange. Let us go, brother.
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Post by Horus on Jun 11, 2007 17:44:02 GMT
Horus nodded as arrow apologised, "No need to be sorry, lets just bury this woman" he said aloud, staying in human form. he held the shovel that he had taken from the front of the palace in his arms and had his rifle swug around his back.
He began walking towards the ruined building they had left autumn in.
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Post by Arrow on Aug 28, 2007 18:39:21 GMT
Arrow paced along beside Horus as a blond wolf, his mind turning back to Autumn Star. He remembered her russet tones, the shape of her smell through the darkened streets of Midian, they had ran and hunted together. Now she was nothing but dust and some lingering cells.
Though despite the gravity of the situation, his mind kept wandering back to the captivating woman in red, he felt himself salivate, captivated by her beauty even now.
Who is she? I mean - what intention does she hold? He found himself asking without even knowing why.
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Post by Horus on Oct 30, 2007 22:24:18 GMT
"I Dont know, but there is something about her that gives me the creeps". He replied out loud.
They where approaching the place that they had left Autumn Star, she was laid exactly where they had left her. the same nasty wounds. It hurt horus to even look at them. The Pain she must have gone through. But she felt no pain now. She was gone.
Movement of a black figure much like the ones they had faced before grabbed Horus' attention. This time the figure was carrying a sword. ive come to eat your soul, and drink your fluids with my friends.. fufufufu.. the rasping voice that tore at the soul said.
"Ha, yeah right" Horus shouted back, Aiming down the barrel of his rifle, He let out a single shot. He felt the weapon buck in his hands as the Familliar Muzzel flash lit up the surrounding ruins, and a single golden shell casing fell from the breach to the floor. There was a fraction of a second before the round hit its target. Exploding upon penatrating, the bolt spread most of the top half of the beast over the ruble behind it, the rest simply fell to the floor.
"thats what this thing does" he said looking at arrow before popping a second figure that had shown itself, square between the eyes.
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Post by Airlia on Dec 9, 2007 19:28:32 GMT
Airlia flew as a white hawk with piercing purple eyes over the city of Midian - as it was swathed in eternal darkness. The moonlight illuminated her fine features, and provided enough light to see by. She was in search of her charge, her ward, her possession; Arrow.
The boy/wolf was charming to her, she enjoyed him as both man and wolf. He would fetch and carry as she pleased, smile in puzzlement at her humour and willingly lie with her as she wanted.
She needed him now to clear out the nasty creatures that were lurking in her home, and Arrow needed to be fed sometimes. The Demon smelt him out, and winged down, changing from hawk to sparrow to crake, settling finally as a winged human. The wings retracted as she landed, and Airlia appeared as her usual human form.
Arrow was snarling horridly, and there was that man/wolf Horus too. She liked the smell of him - so delicious.
Airlia watched impassively as they killed, rendering the souless with a skill that appeased her greatly - she could fight if she needed but Airlia was fragile and weak in her current form.
Her heart soared with delight as Arrow leaped and caught one in the throat, the light hair on his jaws stained black with their foul blood. The things that were causing her inconvenience would be far more tasty to her wolf.
Eventually the way was clear once again. Airlia coughed politely to announce her presence. Arrow trotted to her side obediently.
She was naked, as ever, milk-white skin almost glowing in the moonlight. Her thick, long, coiling purple hair gave her some modesty, wrapping about her body protectively.
"Good Evening Horus. You are not human any more at all are you?" Airlia absently petted Arrow on the head, and glanced to the corpse of the wolf.
"Arrow. You shall go home now and clear it of the creatures there. I will hold your funeral service with Horus."
As you will, my lady. Horus - we will meet again I promise you. with that, he bounded off, lithe and sleek. Seeing his retreating back, Airlia suppressed a shudder of delight before turning back to Horus.
Her whispering, enticing voice carried well in the still air, "Are you to bury her? I will work magic on the corpse for you - so those things do not dig her up and eat her."
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Post by Horus on Dec 9, 2007 19:42:34 GMT
Captivated by her prescence, horus nodded at airlia's question like an obidiant puppy.
"we found her before she died, those things wounded her badly. We would have burried her then, but we needed to get some equipment first." he nodded as he spoke. "Arrow called you 'my lady', are you his employer?" he asked picking up the shovell and looking for a suitable spot to start digging.
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Post by Wishe on Dec 9, 2007 22:50:46 GMT
Wishe glanced down as he flew overhead, massive angelic wings fluttering softly. A hand held to his head, keeping his trilby on against the wind. His long grey overcoat pulled back as he moves, tinted glasses in front of his silver eyes. He beats his wings, stopping in mid-air. He could see the Palace in the distance. That Draxus was there, but he was not here for him. Wishe was here to recruit.
Demons everywhere, a wretched husk of a realm inhabited by worthless creatures that had no place in His grand scheme... But there were diamonds in this rough, no doubt... He glanced below, two beings, another leaving the scene. He could not yet tell if they were suitable.
He had been fully briefed on the species around here... That of all sorts. Even Lilith was here, and he hadn't seen her in centuries. Then there was the human, whose destiny was as bright as the sun. These were not suitable for his own plans however. He also wondered... Would Damien be here? He shook a little. He had been killed by Damien once... The death was everlasting.
He decided to climb, and so he did as such, twisting his feathered wings to catch the updrafts, taking him almost into the thick layer of black cloud that hung over Midian...
The spires of the Castle were visible now, the abode of the King. He would go nowhere near, he would be sensed immediately, this was not an attack on this realm after all. He would take his time, rushing in now would spell his end, which was not preferable despite his... Ability. He looked down again, watching... May as well start with these...
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Post by Airlia on Dec 10, 2007 8:54:21 GMT
Airlia smiled at Horus indulgently. What a lovely boy. She crouched beside the dead wolf/girl for a moment, before turning her head to Horus again, her movements bird-like and strange.
"Arrow is mine. He was a gift given, and a promise broken. But you can't fully cage him; he is too sweet for true captivity." She smiled again, too wide and sinister.
Her magic was thin tendrils of white light - weak things but magic all the same. It twisted into the corpse, protecting the flesh from consumption or corruption.
"Do you like being a wolf? Does my Arrow teach you well?" She questioned, now standing, watching calmly, her outstretched hand producing the magic in a steady stream.
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Post by Horus on Dec 10, 2007 22:08:51 GMT
"hes a good person." horus said of arrow "He has taught me some things but has been more like a guiding hand to me, to be honest im still expecting to wake up sometime soon" added with a grin.
"he seemed quite desturbed by a woman at the palace, she seemed as if she knew him." he said after a few moments of watching her cast her magic. He then described the woman to airlia, admiring her form as he spoke.
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Post by Airlia on Dec 11, 2007 21:07:49 GMT
Airlia was fully aware of his eyes moving over her figure as he spoke, and it was all she could do not to change before him, to wrap tendrils of thought into his mind, find his most desired shape of woman and mould herself to it sinuously. Did he like slim or shapely women? Tall, or short? Her hair was excited as she was, and threatened to reveal all as it moved in wave-like coils about her body.
"Oh that sounds like Lillith..." She said dismissively, "She used to own Arrow a long time ago. Perhaps she wants him back?" Airlia asked, half to herself, looking wistfully at the wolf's corpse for a moment.
Her magic pushed the wolf into Horus's grave, and as she was feeling generous from his attention he had been giving her, the dirt was pushed over and filled it up.
"Why do you believe you will wake up?" She asked, advancing on Horus, all thoughts of the wolf in the earth forgotten, her gaze piercing and direct.
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Post by Horus on Dec 11, 2007 21:18:23 GMT
the wolf fell into the hole with a thud that made horus shudder. He was about to start shovelling in the dirt when he noticed Airlia moving towards him
"because, im finding it all too hard to believe.. that im actually stood in the middle of a deserted city infested with beasts, that im a werewolf and that my companions so far have been a purple haired woman and a talking wolf. That and the thing with the cross back in the palace". he moved closer to her within arms reach. Not shifting his blue eyes from hers
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Post by Airlia on Dec 11, 2007 21:40:48 GMT
Her hair was a precursor for her touch, it wound its way up Horus's arm gently, her fingers resting lightly on his forearm.
Airlia's voice was husky, whispering, enticing, "I can show you your world, Horus."
Suddenly, she turned away from him, stepping as light as a bird away from him. Wings flared from her back and died down again as she tried to contain her excitement. Oh he was so close, so soon he would be her own, all that energy and power, strength and taste.
"I healed your leg." She reminded him somewhat playfully. "You are in my debt. Would you pay a price, to be equal, to see New Moscow again?"
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Post by Horus on Dec 11, 2007 21:45:57 GMT
seemingly enraptured by her touch. Horus stared at her as she turned away..
Her question pulled at his soul. to see his home again.. and stay here with arrow and the others at the same time.. the words came from nowhere and yet forced themselves out of him as if he had been waiting to say them his entire life. His eyes glowed as he said them. "yes Airlia... ill do anything.." exhaling as he fell to his knees. "anything"
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Post by Airlia on Dec 11, 2007 22:00:00 GMT
Airlia smiled, then laughed high and girlish.
The demon walked towards him, one hand on his head as if giving a blessing. "Anything?" Airlia asked, licking her lips in thought.
"I require you - Horus. You are pretty enough." She stroked his hair fondly. "And that is a small price to pay for what I can give you."
Her small fist clenched in his white hair, pulling on it to indicate he should look at her, "A deal?" She asked, a too-wide smile tugging at her perfect lips, purple eyes staring directly at those strangely blue ones.
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