Thread: Fx Female Eye Candy - fxf only, long term, lots of ideas

It has come to my attention that my banner for this section is a bit presumptuous please forgive me. You need not read any of this its just here for...nostalgia. A post from an old rp where my character was a Sidhe Fae... its still one of my favorites. The circle of men slowly lowered their upraised hands as the light of the shard was transferred into the fallen fae. The power bowed her spine and drew a scream of utter grief as life was pushed back into her inert body. She spasomed and thrashed on the dais where they had lain her body, limbs flailing in all manner of direction, she rolled off the upraised alter into a crouch, dark eyes glimmered with pure power, fevered as a beast with the madness. A moments breath where all silence fell upon them, even those who had turned to deal with the intruder who had entered their place of power... Violet eyes looked around the room as it seemed her senses returned to her... a multitudinous colored hair fell over one eye and her body centered its self. She distributed weight onto the balls of her feet. Restrain her before His Vileness returns! The head UrPriest commanded and threw his hand towards the vile creature of the light. Dispose of that waif. He growled. If any of them had been watching, they would have seen the fae gathering her self for an attack... not settling into a peaceful passiveness... she might not be able to out fight a dragon, but these were simply men... and she was a creature of power burning with the strength of a god... The first hit was like seeing lightning cast its self upon a man, his body exploded in a bomb like force of gold chocolate diamond and deepest ruby. His transformation so instant that his molecular structure could not hold back the pure energy with which she forced into his person. Outward his parts went much like a true blast, slagging any one with in range of the force with sharp points that rained hell upon them. UrPriests fell to the ground, two of them instantly dead from their wounds, blood pouring upon the flag stones their faces wrenched in horror. Despite their sudden understanding of what they had done they knew there was a worse fate and so threw them selves into the fray. 13 UrPriests remained after the initial blast, not one but perhaps the armored priest of Pelor went unscathed. Even the fae who caused it took damage despite the living alabaster she had become. she stepped forward like a creature of energy and light bordering the abyss of chaos and utter destruction. She became death... The head priest who she had eyes for squared off when he noticed in the chaos that her intent was to come for him. Sliding back a scrap of his robe he pulled two daggers, one long and wickedly curved, by its dark green coloring every one knew it was a poisoned probably even plagued weapon. The second one a shorter firm rigid blade her brought up and hurled at her with great accuracy. It would have been a devestating blow had it not simply glanced off of her form and clattered uselessly on the other side of the room. Violet eyes narrowed as a slow dark smile was drawn across her lips. The UrPriests nearly forgot about their intruder as they turned to defend their head priest, the focus of their power. Forward was not the only way to go as she set her eyes only on her target. She slipped past advancing foes, her madness was not blind as an adept priest stepped between her and the leader of their group, his swing caused her to step back. While blades could not penetrate her armored hide a mace could break her as it broke stone. She side stepped again as he swung the weapon for a killing blow. When the third one came she caught his arm by the wrist. Stepping in he twisted and tried to pull her body over his shoulder but her center of gravity was currently too dense for him to off set. Instead of breaking her grip he slipped into the embrace of her arms. Violet eyes raised to the head priest as she wrapped her hands about his dark and sickened body her cheek coming to his tarnished skin as a lover might slide closer to their desired one. Her eyes locked with the priest and he watched in abject horror as his comrad's body was slowly changed. Unlike the man who had exploded with the raw energy shoved into his being this man had time to scream his own horror and agony as the alabaster and gold rose from his toes up his legs and thighs... he struggled in her lovers embrace but he was a child to her ageless strength... The sinister bejeweling creeped over his hips, across his waist and hit his lungs and chest. The terrorized screaming suddenly stopped as did any further struggling... he was dead before the process was complete. The now molecularly changed UrPriest was a statue cloaked in the tattered red robes of his status, his face oddly peaceful in the final phases of her bejeweling him. She stepped around the statue of the man she had created her smile something sinister and dark as she advanced like a predator on the mind numb head Priest. Behind him the sounds of battle continued but they had nothing to do with the two of them... as the UrPriests now fought to escape past the woman of Pelor and the reborn fae who was clearly a little mad at the entire ordeal she had been forced to suffer for untold decades... Despite her infusion of such great power the forging of complete statues was an exhausting chore, and she had done several in whole or in part with living beings. The first one took a huge amount of energy shoved into a space far too small for that amount it had been the catalyst that caused the man to explode like a claymore bomb. Those that had fallen in her grasp as they fought to subdue her had limbs turned, some semi precious stone, some precious metals. She wasnt really directing the changing it was what the power willed it to be. The embellishments following the natural coloring of the men she changed. Some of them so pale as to be a translucent color. Blood and bone became other things different from skin. They fell in agony with her touch, hips and arms, shoulders and hands transformed simply by coming into contact with her hand of power. She was relentless in her trek towards the front door... and the head priest who she now saw as the chief reason for all her continued suffering. As Elektra came back to herself her body sagged under the great weight of the energy she had forced from her person with the shedding and transference. Her foot caught in the skirt of one of th blast kills and she fell to a knee. Ever seeking the advantage the UrPriest Leader moved to take his chance at subduing the magnificent creature His Vileness had tasked them to bring back to life. Did the dragon even know her true power? Beyond the siphoning of her essence did he grasp what she was really able to do? Never had he seen such raw force wielded into magnificent and no doubt priceless forms. The room glistened with the remains of gold, her every step had left a trail of it behind her, her touch forged a new section of precious and semiprecious metals gems and stones on the very men who had bent the shards power back into her life force. He raised his plagued dagger for an overhead strike. Elektra caught his descending hand by the blade, it made the sound of metal on iron and sparks flew as it slid through her hand clean up to the hilt. Like at the first she shoved her power into this man like a knife, it slid through his lower body up into his chest and blossomed into another explosion that bent the very room to the blast. The Fae went down with the blast, knocked unconscious by the hail of debris that had once been the priests very body... energy flashed outward and if any one survived this blast it knocked them off their feet. It should have brought the building down around them but by Pelor its self it remained intact... the room was quiet save for the falling of dirt from the now groaning ceiling... Everything at the epic center of the explosion was gilded. The stones, the fallen bodies, the remains of the head UrPriest. The clothing they wore, the weapons they carried... even the dirt its self had become a mixture of gold and diamond dust... For 2 meter this amazing feat spread through the room catching anything and everything in the blast zone and converting it into something men lesser men would have fought and died for... At the very center of this magnificent feat lay the prone but still breathing body of the fae... her form cracked and broken in certain areas, blood like gems sparkled from these damage zones but her life still clung to its not so mortal shell... Last edited Aug 7, 2020