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Thread: A Second Chance (Agnores x Candira)

Sophie watched Evan as he came toward her and told her that it was a bit of a drive. Well, to be honest, her place wasn't exactly walking distance from the party either. She wasn't surprised. She held up her keys and said, I'll follow you. It shouldn't be a problem. Leaving the party with him with no way to leave if she felt the need made her nervous. She trusted Evan, but she was glad to have an escape if she needed it. If she felt things were going poorly, or too well. But right now she was trying not to think about that, or check him out from behind as he led the way to the parking area. She'd ask him to walk her to her car, but she wasn't particularly worried about anyone jumping out at her here--this place had guard station on each level of the parking structure. Rich people and their security...sometimes you had to love it. When they were there, however, she had to ask, So where did you park?
Thread: A Second Chance (Agnores x Candira)

When they arrived, Evan sighed. Top floor, he said, giving her a weary smile. You? When she told him, he nodded, then told her to just meet him outside of the parking garage. With that, he set off for his car. He was surprised that Sophie was being so agreeable. Not that he minded. But he had felt she would be a little more reserved about going to his house. That was hardly neutral ground, and Sophie was rather conscious about safety. Not that Evan ever did anything that made him untrustworthy, but still...how could she know? He got into his car eventually at the top deck, and drove it down until he was finally outside of the parking garage to Evan, it always felt like it took hours to drive out of a parking deck, and waited for Sophie to catch up. When she did, he drove from Ryan's place across town to an apartment complex that had obviously seen better days. Evan parked, got out, and led Sophie to his front door, and then let her in. He stepped into his kind of messy but still fairly clean especially compared to outside of the building apartment, where he smiled at her. Home sweet home, he said.
Thread: A Second Chance (Agnores x Candira)

Sophie told him where she'd parked, somewhere in the middle where there'd been an open spot. She took the elevator to get to her car and then followed him back to his apartment, questioning how good of a decision this was with every stoplight. She couldn't back out now--what kind of person would she be?--but she didn't have to stay long if she didn't want to. They were just catching up and that was all. Right? Yeah, that seemed about right. The artist followed after him, surprised that his living space was quite so run-down. But then again, her place was only a little nicer than this. She walked with Evan into his building and stepped into his apartment. It was a nice little place, even if it was a bit messy. Nice. So do I get a tour.
Thread: A Second Chance (Agnores x Candira)

Uh... Evan waved his arm wide, and with a laugh, named off the rooms as his arms passed over them. There's the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom is right over there, this is the entrance hall, and the door you see on the other side of the living room is my bedroom. Evan nodded. That is my place. It was a small place, but Evan had it well furnished. He led her to the couch on the living room, where he straightened up the blankets and the jackets that had been unceremoniously dumped onto it. He offered her a seat, then stepped into his kitchen, where he started digging around in the cabinets. Never mind the smell, Evan called. I used to own a cat who had just started spraying before the landlord found him and made me get rid of him. I still haven't quite cleared it up. He grew silent for a moment, before finding his goal and pulling a wine bottle from the shelf. Would you like some wine? he asked, turning to her.
Thread: New Player On Stage

Update I appreciate all the views I got with this one. I found myself wanting to restart it once more with some editing. I'm not sure if I'll post the new stuff on here or put it on Patreon in the future.
Thread: The Shattering (Post apocalyptic high fantasy medieval group)

Post 2 Explanation of Planes and races The Prime Material Plane is the dimension in which all things and places that are not of Hell, Heaven, or Limbo. The Prime Material Plane is considered no man's land as it is the watershed through which all souls flow to the other Planes. Humans in this roleplay are the only sentient creature native to the Prime Material Plane. The Hells are divided into Nine separate Hells Terminus, Pride, Greed, Envy, Gluttony, Sloth, Lust, Wrath, and The Ninth. Terminus is the gaping maw of the Hells and is home to the Throne of Souls. The Throne of Souls draws all mortal souls that have not been sheltered by the Light of the Heavens. The remaining Thrones pull away those souls that resonate most with their corresponding sin. The Ninth is the final Hell, shaped by the power of the Ninth Throne and serves as a meeting place for the Council of Nine, the governing body that ensures some semblance of cooperation between the Hells.
Thread: Innocence (Candy and Deviant)

There was a barely perceived whisper of So was I... before the violence started. The speaking man leered in towards the woman. So, howabout we have a little...! And then there was a sudden movement and he stopped talking. His hand clutched at his throat, a gout of blood spilling down his chest. Behind his hand there was nothing but a bloody hole where his throat used to be. Choking on his own blood and gasping for air, he collapsed, his face a mask of death. The second man whirled around to look for their unknown assailant only to find himself unable to see anymore. His decapitated head bounced with a sickening thud onto the ground, his falling body spraying out blood from his neck like a fountain. The third man still held onto the woman, his panicked face scanning the alley as if he could spot the whirlwind of death that had taken his colleagues in such a short time. For now, no death came for him and he gripped the woman's clothes as if holding her would give him some safety. It was then that he saw two eyes in the shadows of the opposite side of the alley. He couldn't see the body they were attached to but their malevolent gaze was enough for him to piss himself in fear. A glint in the eyes seemed to indicate pleasure at watching the man quake in fear. Suddenly the eyes were in front of him. In the blink of an eye, the shape had shot forward, grasped the man by his throat and thrust him back against the wall. In his terrified state, he had let go of the woman as he found himself pinned against the wall, his legs dangling uselessly below him as their attacker held him there with one hand. The woman's mysterious saviour was about six feet in height and wearing a three quarter length leather coat. His hair was dark and swept back over his head, his stubbly face contorted in a mask of rage. His victim dangled helplessly, desperate hands trying to remove the man's hand from his throat. Please.... gasped the last attacker, ...don't kill me...!! If anything this seemed to anger the woman's saviour more. You who would not grant clemency now beg for it!? he snarled. REQUEST DENIED! With one movement he pulled the man away from the wall and slammed him into the floor. There was the sound of shattering concrete and shattering bone and then the stranger was on him again, biting into his neck. Blood flowed and the man drank deeply from his victim until no life remained, the woman ignored behind them.
Thread: Innocence (Candy and Deviant)

The attacker who, only moments ago was speaking, fell silent. Nighten's eyes went wide in horror as she looked at the man's throat, or where it once had been. A blood, gaping hole was all that remained, the young woman did not scream, but rather, watching him in horror as he sank to his knees and then fell lifelessly at her feet. Her second attacker had spun around in an effort to see who had killed his friend, but he took met a quick demise. As if the air had become razor sharp, the second man's head rolled off from his shoulders and bounced to the ground, a sickly 'thud' filling the air. The young woman still locked in her attacker's arms wanted to scream, wanted to beg this entity for her life, but she stayed silent, her eyes displaying her fear. Her attacker's grip grew tighter, perhaps he believed that she was keeping him safe. As they whirled around, looking for the entity, Nighten had seen them first. A pair of disembodied eyes, leering in the shadows. Just as she had seen it, her attacker had as well. The woman stared in fear at first but quickly snapped her eyes shut, fearing that seeing the creature would bring about her own death. 'Don't look, don't look, don't look,' she repeated, over and over again in her head, until the iron grip left her and she fell to her knees, covering her head, praying she would not be next. She could feel warm tears springing to her eyes, but she could not cry, in fear as well that the creature would grow angry with her fear. Nighten saw nothing, Please, she heard the man who had held her only moments ago beg, his voice choked by what she assumed was the creature, '-don't kill me. Nighten wanted to laugh, wasn't it only moments ago that she had been begging for the same thing, none of her attackers wishing to do the same for her? And then it responded, the voice was like velvet but yet as it snarled the denial, it struck fear into her as well. What followed next was a loud bang and the sound of snapping bones. Nighten winced and squinted her eyes shut tighter, but then heard a sickening noise. It was the sound of someone slurping. Slowly the woman peeked through the curtain of black hair to spy her savior. He was huddled over one of her attackers. He looked as if he were crying, but the sounded suggested otherwise. Slowly, Nighten rose to her feet and watched the man. Her mind could not comprehend what was happened, but deep down she knew. For a long while, she stayed there, watching him. When he had finished though, she stayed silent, fear grasping her voice. T-thank you, she murmured out, her own body shaking with fright, I-I don't know who you are but...t-thank you.
Thread: Innocence (Candy and Deviant)

There was a voice behind him, the girl. He had no time for her, she was lucky to be alive. As he drank the villain's blood the rage subsided at last. The constant tornado of anger and thirst that had run through his veins for many years, sated at last by taking the life of this wretch. Eventually the body stopped twitching and he stood, wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve. The night was still and for a moment he felt almost human. It was then that he remembered the woman. He turned slowly, eyes burning into the shred of humanity still stood there, probably feeling lucky to be alive. In the dark of the alley it was hard to make out his shape but there was a purple vest underneath the leather jacket, the glint of a belt buckle and black jeans. Do not hesitate here woman, he spoke in soft but firm tones, like a dagger sliding back into its sheath. The night is full of people like these. Leave. His piece said, he turned back to the bodies strewn across the alley and began to move them, lifting them into the large dumpsters further down in the darkness.
Thread: Innocence (Candy and Deviant)

The way her savior has risen to his feet was like watching a corpse rise from the grave, slow, almost painfully so. The lighting was terrible, the street light would flick on and off with a horrific electric buzzing, it would cast her savior into a cone of brilliant white light and throw him back into all consuming shadows. What she had glimpsed, he stood at least two heads taller than she, and was dressed much like an old world vampire. A long leather coat, black pants, in this case fitted denim jeans, and what she thought was a violet vest. A silence hung in the air until it was broken by the stranger's voice. It was as smooth as silk, but it held a sharp edge, a tone that one did not question. The comment has caused her skin to prickle with irritation, but she withholds her comment and huffs, listening to him. When he does finally finish, she takes a cautious step towards him. Look, I-I thank you for what you've done. Can I at least know your name, or...or who you are, better yet, what you are? I would assume something out of the Grimm brother's fairytales. Her conversation was likely to agitate him, but she had to know who he was!
Thread: Innocence (Candy and Deviant)

He moved fast, faster than it was possible to think. Suddenly he was in front of her, pinning her to the wall, almost touching her. She was warm and this close he could feel her heart thumping madly. It made the hunger rise again even though he had eaten just moments before. This was not regular appetite, no it was the desire for a rare treat and it made him shudder in anticipation the way a gourmand would before a plate of fine cuisine. Up close, it was possible to make out more detail. The purple under his coat was fine velvet inlaid with black stones and there was a strong chain around his neck, worn with age but still beautiful. His eyes were brown but strong and piercing with an almost imperceptible tinge of red around the iris. His skin was pale and he smelt of some kind of spice. As strong as his scent was though, it was hers that he was fixated on and he breathed deeply as if to sample it all the better. It was almost enough to make him lose control. He watched the blood on her lip from where she had bitten it and it took all he had not to bite it himself and consume it. I don't need or want your thanks, he hissed. Tonight you would have died and you may still if you do not tarry home forthwith. You have just had your life delivered back into your hands. Do not waste it in pointless simpering to violent strangers. He turned away from her, mainly to get away from the intoxicating smell of her blood and the maddening effect it had on him. He slowly walked away, heading towards the dark end of the alley. A tinge of humanity struck him and he felt something give in his usually hardened countenance. You may call me Ammon, he said over his shoulder. We will not meet again.
Thread: Innocence (Candy and Deviant)

He had been several feet away from her, but in a matter of seconds, he was upon her. So close that she could smell him, earthy, masculine, tempting. Even pinned against the cool brick, Nighten had no desire to move, or to breathe. He shuttered in front of her, something in his eyes told her that he was dangerous, that she should have run when he had told her too, but she couldn't. Her feet refused to listen to reason, her body was stuck to him like a magnet, she couldn't move if she even tried. The stranger was dressed in fine clothes, a man that had come from money. Looking into those limitless chocolate eyes, she thought she had spied flecks of crimson dotting them, glowing with hunger. When he finally did speak, she could hardly think of anything to say in return, I-I have no home. She admitted, lost in his hypnotic gaze, but then he turned from her, and the spell had ended. Nighten had hardy realized she had stopped breathing until he had turned from her and she gasped. Even as he walked away from her, Nighten could still not move, her mind clouded and hazy, but when he spoke again, she listened with bated breath, A-Ammon, it was like a forbidden spell no one should utter, she sighed heavily, N-Nighten. She murmured even unable to give a full sentence, and I pray fate is kind to me and we do meet again.
Thread: Innocence (Candy and Deviant)

The strange sensation ran through Ammon's body, it was one he had not felt for a while. He remembered it as amusement tinged with curiosity, the woman's strange words giving him a reason to pause as he departed. Stopping, he glanced over his shoulder. She had moved away from the wall and not for the first time he had wondered just who this woman was and why he had decided to intervene. He had chosen to interfere in the natural order of things, the prey attacked by the hunter and that was unusual for him. Like a human taking a struggling bird from the mouth of a house cat, he enjoyed the feeling of godhood but berated himself for stopping something he had long ago promised to keep clear of. His kind existed outside of the mundane world, to expose himself, to save her was to betray accords with his brethren. So why had he done it he wondered. What know you of fate? he asked. Given your world of computers and post-modern delinquency, when did you start believing in such tired and misbegotten beliefs?
Thread: Innocence (Candy and Deviant)

Her last words hung in the air between them, and he stopped, looking back over his shoulder. Even from that distance, she could see him gazing at her, those animal eyes of his. There was so many feeling stirring in her head, what was this man, where had he come from, better yet, why had he saved her? There was something in the back of her mind that told her one of the answer to her question, but the answer seemed too outlandish to consider as truth. When he spoke, Nighten blushed. She had always believed in fate, and always would there things in this world that could not be explained, this being one of them. I know that it intervenes when he least expect her to. It is an ever present force that we humans often don't take notice of, we call it coincidence, but I know that things happen for a reason. She was a little surprised at his question, why shouldn't be believe in fate, it happened every day. Destines are written before the being is even conceived. We had no control, as I stated before Ammon, things happen for a reason. I was destined for this life, destined to be chased, and you were destined to save me. We are all mere players in this grand play. There was a wisdom behind her voice, one that just sounded like the mad ramblings of a near starved mortal, Why do you ask?Surly sir, there is a reason why you inquire. I-I feel as if....I've known you for years, and yet I've never seen you in my life. Do you believe in fate? It was an honest question, his answer would be thrilling to hear.
Thread: Innocence (Candy and Deviant)

The man was silent for a moment, allowing her to speak, his departure momentarily arrested. And then he tipped back his head and laughed. It felt good, he had not laughed in a number of years now but his laughter was cruel and mocking, as if the voice of experience was even now pouring scorn on the woman's words. Fate? he smiled. What a quaint little notion. Listen to me, woman. When you have seen as much of life as I have, lived the years that I have endured and witnessed the inhumanity of man versus man, you would not dare to entertain such a foolish idea as fate. That people's lives are strung together and pulled in an unrelenting direction by some unknown hand... poppycock! He was close to her again, not quite intimate but close enough to be intimidating. Her scent ran through his nostrils and he tried hard not to give in to his hunger that even now screamed at him to take the girl before she could run. There is no such thing, child. Should you choose to live a long life, I would persuade you to remove such vain conceits from your psyche before they poison your very being. That is the last kindness I will offer you this night. He turned on his heel and walked off, a snort of derision escaping from his nose as he did so. He hated that blind faith in fate that some humans spouted but he had never stopped to sneer at it as he had this evening. Why, he wondered.
Thread: Innocence (Candy and Deviant)

He seemed at first generally interested in what she had to say, but the moment that a laugh as cold as the winter just before dawn made her skin prickle the feeling that mixed within her blood she'd never felt. Perhaps it was anger, sadness, or perhaps a mix of both. Looking over the stranger, even from the distance was at, she shook her head unknowingly to herself, hoping he would at least understand. Yes fate. She snapped, her courage suddenly surprising even herself, in that same instant she regretted it, but he didn't stop even at her outburst so she listened quietly. When he finished, she scoffed, her arms tightly folded over her chest, fire burning brilliant beneath her caramel gaze, So you're saying that everything just happens because what? By accident? Explain this then, how the ancient could predict, knew, that things were going to come to pass before they were ever written, tell me this Ammon. Speaking his name with such a sharp tongue made her inwardly cringe, where had this courage come from By the Gods it was bound to get he killed. In the span of a couple seconds, he was upon her again, close to her again, close enough let her take his scent in, You can ask all you want, she countered, But I-I still believe in fate, not god, fate. And then he was gone again, stalking off to the dark corner of someone's sweetest nightmare where he had come from. This man, that being, whatever he was, no nothing to be trifled with, just Nighten continues to do so, with little regard for her own life.
Thread: Innocence (Candy and Deviant)

Ammon stalked off into the night, still seething. He had no idea why such a small thing could have gotten under his skin but it irritated him. Perhaps it was seeing a life almost snuffed out chalking up his intervention to a higher power or maybe it was her simple faith in something she could not see. Either way, he had had enough for one night. Promising himself not to get involved in the lives of mortals again he disappeared into the shadows from where he had first appeared.
Thread: Innocence (Candy and Deviant)

The young girl assumed, as the man left her standing there, her breath hanging in the air, she would never see him again. That night she had learned that there were creatures in this world that could not just be explained, namely one being Ammon. With a sad little sigh, Nighten turned from the alley and stalked towards her home, the subway beneath the city and an old beat up piece of cardboard. Her 'roommate' would be pleased to see that the young girl didn't end up on the street somewhere in a pool of her own crimson blood. Ironically, if the stranger had not arrived when he had, she would have been, or worse... As she descended the stairs and the familiar smell of piss and sweat challenger nose, the young woman knew that she was at least safe for one more day. Well children! I'm glad to see you ain't got yourself be killed or nothing like that! One these day girl your gonna g wrt yourself hurt. Jamie's familiar voice made the brunette smile happily. Have little faith in me jamie, I'm stronger than that! Hell! The woman smiled a toothless grin and gestured for the young woman to take a seat next to her on the cardboard mat. The night was spent like any other night, trying to catch some sleep, either because of other wanders like themselves or their minds being plagued by horrific nightmares.But for Nighten, there was sweet dreams of Ammon filled her mind. The little virgin dreamed of pleasure surely a creature like him could possess. Months passed by and their had been no sign of Ammon, not even a whisper in the chilly night air. To say that it wasn't a little disheartening would have been a understatement. But Nighten returned faithfully to that same spot during three-month in the homes that she would see her savior again. That night she knew that she would see him, even if that meant doing something foolish in order to get his attention.