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Thread: Temple of the Gods

Another twirl in midair escaped from her form as she leaned this time to the right. The being, this angelic beauty, still remained behind her. Her wings continued their flapping rhythm as her heart began to take on the tension. She loved flying and did it often but never to this extreme. Already, she was beginning to slow. The unused, the lack of constant exercise, muscles of her wings showed her fatigued as her chest began to rise and fall. In front of her was a green blur. A top of a tall pine trees. Quickly, she leaned to the left to avoid the random object in her track. ??Concentrate!? She whispered to herself as a reminder. She needed to focus more on the path of which she was flying and not on the man that was chasing her. The best way to escape someone was to keep an eye forward. As of late, she was neglecting just that. While Iris missed the display of the being removing one of his feathers, a glowing one, she lowered her speed at a familiar sound. Almost stopping as if to test the validity for the noise she just heard. There??s no way he had what she just heard. The threatening whip across the air. The piercing sound that made her frame shiver in the middle of flight. A whip?he had one. She heard it. She knew it??s sound by heart. Being a run away slave, and growing up in a training camp, would confirm this noise. ??No?? She quickened her pace. A mistake in and of it??s own. The wind moved freely through her long and white tendrils, trailing behind her, as she tried to evade the possible whipping. The painful memory that crept through her mind was full of pain. The quickly healing scars along her back, that healed long ago, still remained on the inside. Iris shivered slightly as she felt the middle of her wings ache slightly. The reminiscence of the first, and the following, whippings that she received were recalled as she quickened her pace. One flap after the other. Caring her off of into the chilling air. Such precision. Such elegance. A description that would fail her. The whipping sound continued. Coming at her from behind. Growing louder until she felt the dramatic shift in the wind. Throwing her off and at the sped she was going it damaged her elegant moment. Instead, she appeared like a dead bird falling from above. Falling straight down and back to the ground. Even then, as she tried, she couldn??t regain her position. Her perfect flying form. She failed at it. Iris continued to fall straight down, heading towards the ground. Her wings fought to gain control as her arms and legs began to flail. ??No! NO!? Her voice rang out in panic as she neared the ground below. Even as angelic as it could sound, it faltered and rose with fear.
Thread: Temple of the Gods

To interfere or not interfere? That was the question that rolled around in her brain as she stood smoking her cigarette. Jack and her vanished from sight, their bodies rippling like the disturbed surface of a lake before they disappeared. The pair reappeared on the ground by the temple, watching the cat-and-mouse routine with detachment. Jack mewled as he felt the pain the suddenly whipped through the half-breed angel, some remembrance, no doubt. The crack of the whip sent shivers down Switch's spine as she watched it fly towards the retreating woman. The Fallen had the upper hand as the woman began to slow in her flight before increasing her pace, tsk, tsk. This was not going to work out very well at all. So the question remained to assist or not to assist? To help or not to help? Her Devil blood surged with the idea of letting the little fool drop to the ground and splatter, but knew that the Fallen would catch her. However, the conscience inside her beckoned that she help. Grudgingly, Jack agreed with her conscience. Taking a heavy drag, Switch stepped four feet forward and six to the left, checking her position before looking up to see the woman spiraling out of control. She had to admit, that girl needed to learn to fly better or try it out more often. What a disgrace. Letting out a green puff of air that changed to red, the Devil half-breed opened up her arms and braced her knees, seeing the woman falling faster and faster towards the ground. The new question was whether Switch would be the one to catch her, or the Fallen. How....interesting.
Thread: Temple of the Gods

Verm smirked as he made a lash with the whip that caught it's mark, clipping the little hybrid from her flight and sending her to the ground like a veritable Icarus. He also noticed another being on the ground attempting to catch her. Oh, no, no, no... This would not do at all. He wasn't going to have his vengeance against the Heavens interrupted or perturbed. Aiming another strike, he would open his wings to catch more air currents in a swoop to catch the hybrid. Meanwhile, he hoped to catch her before she made it to the clutches of the strange woman on the ground. Who was this and why were they meddling in this?! Those were questions for another time though. He would indeed have words for that one. At the moment, his efforts were focused on the hybrid spiraling to the ground. He'd noticed she'd momentarily paused when he tested the whip. Something that only those who were slaves or at one time were under bondage did. It brought a smirk to his lips that she reacted thus. He was really going to have to catch this one. Perhaps he'd found himself a new toy indeed!
Thread: Temple of the Gods

Down. Down. Down. She was, indeed, spiraling out of control. The smaller tress that were, or remained a mere unimportant void in there atmosphere around her, were becoming quite clear. Closer. The expression on her otherwise porcelain face was filled with fright and uncertainty. The thought of pain, and the shivering that she was still facing from the whip, echoed through her reaction as she neared the ground below. Had the whip hit her? Had she just been punished by a man she didn??t even know? Iris, who was normally calm in extreme situations, was trying to pose questions through her mind but failed as the true terror crept through the realization of what could possibly occur death. ??No?no?? Her voiced faded out as soon took in the sight of someone, a female, below her. The other??s arms were open as if they were getting ready to catch her. Had they, the flying being and this female below, been on the same team? The same female Iris saw praying inside the chapel? Either way, it was something Iris didn??t want to face. Couldn??t face. Being captured, whipped again? Or the threat of death. Iris??s chest continued to rise and fall with an uneven pace. Internally she was freaking out. Over heating with the anxiety of being captured. Again, she heard the sound coming from behind her as she plummeted towards the ground below. Her long white skirt flowed securely around her frame and behind her. Iris shook her head, the fright vanishing from her face for a moment, her expressions blank as she tried to gain the control back with her wings. Falling at the speed she was, and not use to controlling the nature in which she was falling, falling being the one thing she never had done before, Iris forced out one of her wings outwards. It was too late. Not only did she not gain the control and work her way out of the fall but she soon found her wing being forced back far enough that it caused her to cringe before she brought the limb back and closer to her body, holding it there with both her hands as she continued to fall. Suddenly, Iris landed hard against something. Something catching her and tucking her close to a body. The landing, however, felt as though she smacked against the wall. Iris inhaled deeply before glancing up to see it. Him. The being that had been following her. ??You?? her words forced themselves out at her Heavenly blue orbs took in his image. He truly was beautiful. But even in this beauty she couldn??t be captured. ??Put me down. I have places to go.? She had hoped her excuse sounded legit enough to have him put her down so she can walk away from this situation. Finish living her life out in peace and freedom.
Thread: Temple of the Gods

Damn. She thought to herself when the Fallen moved and caught the falling maiden. She had seen the look of terror on the woman's face, the look of utter delight and darkness on the male's face as they both spiraled, she out of control and he with grace. Jack yowled, mimicking her conscience who was telling her to get her ass up into the air and separate the two. Something was wrong in this picture. But was it really her business to interfere? No blood had been shed, even though the other had been thrown off balance. But if she let the male take the half-breed with him, would she stay in one piece? Probably not. The woman was terrified after all. Brushing some hair from her neck, she unlocked her knees and stood up straighter, tipping her head back to look up at the two as she smoked. This would be interesting as she tuned into their words. Lovely, she wanted to be let go. Not so lovely, she felt the male intended to keep her. Letting out a puff of black air that faded into white before dissipating, she sighed and looked to Jack. I cannot interfere. His thoughts told her. She sighed with a blank stare before she looked up to the sky. Great, just peachy. If the girl needed help, they wouldn't be able to do anything unless she asked for help. Lightly rubbing her left eye, she tapped the ash off the tip of her cigarette with her other hand before staring at the scene before her with a faintly disgruntled look.
Thread: Temple of the Gods

That slight bit of fear amongst all the pride the little hybrid tried to show was quite visible to the fallen one. He found it to be quite sweet, as he tasted it on the air between them a moment before she tried to make for a retreat once again. He'd have none of that. Nuh, uh-uh! Where do you think you're going? The fun's just about to begin! He'd crack his whip at her back as she tried to take flight. Aiming for just above central mass with the supple weapon. The barb would likely catch on the center of her back between her wings, targeting the muscles that flexed those appendages. If he were off, he'd end up with the whip hitting her in her shoulder, or lower, he'd likely hit the small of her back. Either way, he planned to stop her from taking flight to escape yet again. Truth be told. Vermillion's intentions were not nice at all. He wanted revenge against those who took him away from grace, and he'd have it in the form of humiliating one of their devoted followers.
Thread: Temple of the Gods

Quickly, her long white tendrils began to wisp across her delicate skin as she turned her body with the entirety to take flight. Her only escape. As the form, still dressed in the bare essentials, turned and spread her wings, a loud cracking sound screamed out behind her. A mere second, before the initial contact, would dig up several memories, all racing across her mind at once, about her earlier slave days. Growing up and being trained. Forced to serve and the sexual things they made her do, the humiliating things that angels should never do to another fully mortal being. Then it came. The familiar and stinging pain. The slash across her back right in between the wing span and up against the powerful muscles that controlled her flight. A loud cry of pain echoed the empty church, besides the two who were residing there at the moment, as she fell to her knees. A pain that would paralyze anyone and force them into a submissive act. Not her. Not here and not now. Slowly, with the help of an nearby bench, Iris forced herself upwards by using her hands alone. Slowly, her wings began to retreat into the confines, the protection, of her flesh. Disappearing but ripping the forced wound slightly even more so as her back stretched a bit from the intake of the sudden limbs. Another cry of discomfort escaped her beautifully designed lips as her wings finished and as she stood. Still, she continued to gather the energy as panic took over her. If he was whipping her then he must know what she iswas? From there, she glanced her narrowed and Heavenly blue orbs over her shoulder while inhaling and exhaling so deep that her chest rose and fell with each breath. Quickly, she moved one step forward at a time, motioning for the escape through the front door. Flying was out of the question but an escape on foot was not.
Thread: Temple of the Gods

The end of one of his painted lips turned in a smirk at the hesitation before the impact of his whip. His lips parted with a realization that came to mind based on her reactions. A beaten dog will flinch before it's hit by it's master. This one seemed to flinch every time he cracked his whip. Could it be that this little hybrid was once some slave? It would certainly be fitting, and it explained a lot. Ooh, I think I'm starting to understand now, he said, cracking the whip once again, aiming for her legs this time. He hoped to simply entangle one of her ankles and pull it out from under her to cause her to fall, but if he scored a hit with the pointed end, he was sure it'd have about the same results. Let me guess? Some slave trollop birthed you when some angel who wasn't careful spilled his seed inside of her. She swallowed the load into her womb rather than what she should have in her mouth? The fallen angel said with malice. I've seen your kind before. I've at times had to make one of you rise against the powers that bind you and to start revolutions. Verm said as he continued to stalk the hybrid. You seek freedom? Heheh, only those with the ability to seize what they desire deserve freedom. You're a dog on a leash who's run from her master, and I intend to claim that leash for myself.
Thread: Temple of the Gods

Again, the loud and piercing noise of the whip cast out all noise and shadowed her very movements. A slight shudder from the sound only validated her planned escape her running to the entrance. The door, up a head, however, was greatly damaged. Off the hinges and blocked by a few of the pews that were stacked up on top of another one before it. Effort was wasted on her part for the sheer fact that her moving, the energy put forth in the running away, would falter. Another crack of the whip came from behind her. This time, just as before, it made contact. However, no pain was delivered but it would lead to some sort of pain, she could feel it. Wrapping itself around her ankle, and noting this man, this beings, ability to strike a target perfectly, caused her to fall face forward. Leaving her back side fully exposed and the previous marking along her body facing up. Carefully, she bent around and tried to removed the whip from her ankle. There, before her, was the same type of flying being that she shared something in common with. Stating his theory, as thats all it truly was, a mere theory, on what had happened to her as a child, her make up, and her birth. You truly are a fool if you believe that. What happened to me at birth is none of your concern and your theory is just as ignorant as you are. Now let me go! Ive had enough of your games! His words, laced with malice, pierced her soul and heart deeper then anything had in a while. She was use to being talked down to but this being had a way of pushing even that. NO matter, she had a front to keep, to place on in front of all that wished to stop or punish her. This time, it would be a deceiving front that would make the angelic being assume he was wrong. Freedom is mine just as it is yours! I am not a dog and my leash, regardless of it I have one or not, will never be yours! I demand that you let me go and leave me be! NOW! Her voice rose as did her aggravation level.
Thread: Temple of the Gods

Switch had waited long enough. She was not going to sit idle any longer. Tossing her cigarette to the ground as it simmered into nothingness, she stared back at Jack, her eyes asking whether he was going to follow or not. She didn't care at this point. With a sigh and a roll of his different colored eyes, he called upon his demonic ability to fly. Little demon wings sprouted from his back as he took flight ahead of her to survey the area. After all, Switch was his charge. The young half-breed smiled at her 'guardian' as she stood still for awhile longer until she felt that flash of awareness that she was needed whether for good or bad. Her demonic blood boiled as she closed her eyes and gasped, the tear of fabric echoing through the forest. Because she was the heir of Lucifer himself, she bore her own set of wings, which she usually hid away from the world. But flying the distance to the other temple would be easier than running, even at full-speed. Black wing tips slid out from her shoulders, moving quickly until at full length. They were velvet black in color with translucent purple membranes. The tips were sharp and dagger like and could be used as weapons, but still, her wings weren't unbreakable as was with all winged beings. With a few flaps of her powerful wings, she took flight, following the scent trail of the two angels. It was easy for a demon to track such a delicious scent, even half of one. It didn't take long for the duo to land at the busted up entrance of the temple. But that was no way to keep her out. She lifted her sword from its place at her side, the blade gleaming wickedly. She should have grabbed her other one, but there hadn't been time. Besides, it would come on its own. Jack yowled at her and she glared at him before swinging the blade, the door and whatever obstacles getting sliced in half. As the pieces of wood fell to the sides and the soft moon light beamed in, she looked upon the scene before her with gleaming reddish eyes. In the dark, her eyes were red, a trait from her father, she supposed. Her wings fluttered before pressing against her back as she looked upon the pair with a flash of intrigue and interest. Would you please inform me what the Devil you might be doing, Fallen? She grinned at her little pun as she looked at the Fallen angel, taken in slightly by his good looks. And his malicious attitude...it made the devil in her throb with desire and ache to smack that look off his face. Her voice was even-toned, but if she wasn't careful, it would start to purr with venom and lust. The evil within her drank in the dark energy and she felt herself starting to give over to the darker part of herself. Looking upon the practically helpless half-angel, she felt some sympathy, but more than ever, she wanted to fight the Fallen Angel and see if she could...tame him.
Thread: Temple of the Gods

The crash of splintering wood and debris from the destruction of the door and the entrance of the other being whom he'd seen at the other temple caused Verm to merely roll his eyes in disgust. This one again?! he thought, keeping a firm grip on the whip who's end was still wrapped around Iris's ankle. He gave a tug, pulling her closer to him as he continued to stalk the hybrid, while answering Switch's question. What am I doing? He said, bringing a hand to his chest. while still holding the whip firmly in his grasp. Iris would find the whip much like a snake, getting tighter the more struggled to remove it's grasp. The same other hand would point at Switch. You are interrupting me staking my claim to this little runaway here. He said giving the whip another tug, pulling Iris to him. He looked to this woman, his cruel cerulean eyes narrowing as he looked over her aura... Demonic. With a trace of something else... This too was another hybrid. An interesting one. And what was this other familiar power he sensed with it... He'd been focused on the angelic hybrid and didn't really read it at first, but now that she had part of his attention he could sense it. Why do you care about the welfare of this runaway slave? I sense demon in you... And another presence as well... The Nephilim said, bringing hsi free hand to curl a strand of silver around his painted fingernail as he looked her over from head to toe and back. It was something of a feminine gesture, but despite the fact, the lookin those cruel blue eyes was purely masculine. Be that as it may. If you turn yourself around and leave me to have my fun with this one as I am within rights to, then I'll forget I ever saw you and we'll no cross paths again, but if you seek to further interrupt me then, The end of his lip quirked in a cruel smirk mirrored with the flash of icy blue in his eyes as he licked his painted lips slowly. Then I won't mind having two playthings this evening.
Thread: Temple of the Gods

And how is she yours to claim, hm? Fallen ones have no claim to anything. She said with a blank expression, though her blood boiled with the urge to bite and taste. Devil as she was, her inner self craved the sweet taste of angel blood. She had bitten an enemy angel during some...tryst , and the taste had never left her, even though it had been fifty years since. Her body hummed with dark energy, some of which was radiating off the Fallen. The helpless emotions of the other, the half-breed, made her mortal side wish to fight in order to help. It was rare when she warred within herself, but she had a steady compromise lined up. If she felt the need to try to...claim them both, in a way. The Fallen would be hard to conquer, but the little voice in her head told her that if she could make him submit...A shiver passed over her, but she remained still in composure as she allowed her heeled boots to hit the marble beneath her feet as they carried her a few steps forward. Why was she reacting in such a way? Like a succubus on the prowl? She didn't understand it. She never heeded to anything sexual in nature, never reacted. And this was hardly a sexual situation! Jack yowled disapprovingly and she rolled her now velvet red eyes. She shrugged as he deduced that she was demonic in nature. But she quirked a brow when he said that there was another presence that surrounded her. The only other presence she could think of would be her grandfather, but he would never admit he had helped in fathering her. She listened to the Fallen speak and shrugged her shoulders as she lit up another cigarette, showing how bored she was with him already, even if it wasn't necessarily true. She was the best when it came to masking herself, and now was no different, though more difficult. Jack's wings had vanished when he stepped behind her and into the temple. He now paced about her legs leisurely, occasionally rubbing up against her calf. She blew out a puff of smoke that changed from blue to pink before fading as she looked at the Fallen and then the half-breed. She ignored the Fallen altogether as she looked upon Iris. If you wish to be freed, you have to ask for help. She said with another soft shrug. She didn't expect the little woman to ask for anything but to be released from the Fallen. Which is exactly what she was looking forward to.
Thread: A Captured Princess

The Castle walls rocked as the cannons blasted at the invading army. Princess, we must get you to safety. We cannot hold them out for very much long and you need to get to safety. The princess's Top security member told her. We'll hold them off as long as we can for you to get away. We'll do what we can to save this city but right now you need to get out of here. His black tail flicked alongside his legs as he kept his sword close to his side. Now if you will we must get you out of here. The cannons kept firing into the castle city's outer walls. A horseman stood ontop of the hill overlooking the city. he patted his horse before nodding. Soon this country will be mine. He laughed abit and looked over at the cannons. Concentrate your firepower on the single point and that will make the wall crumble and allow our men to get inside!
Thread: Looking for 2 or more guys for a gang-bang!

A knight who rescues you in the name of chivalry and well-deserved sex? I'll sign on for that ship.
Thread: Looking for 2 or more guys for a gang-bang!

Ill join in.
Thread: Looking for 2 or more guys for a gang-bang!

I've never really gotten involved in many group threads, but it really seems interesting. Count me in if you decide to go through with any of the plots.