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Thread: Aftermath (Razgriz x Lustfull_Sin)

He struggled against her and she rather liked it. The rubbing of bodies, the heat of his warming her's. Oh how she loved and missed the feeling. Oh my love, yes, keep struggling, it'll only make me hold you tighter.She said encouragingly. Though it seemed he wasnt rubbing and struggling to please her, but to in fact escape. The words he spat at her made her heart drop, as well as her face. OhbutShe stuttered, staring at him. How could he refuse her? She was the most beautiful, most gorgeous, loving Lamia there ever was, unlike her sisters and Mother. Youshouldnt talk like that to your soon-to-be wife.She said, holding him tighter. Unless.she glared at him, her pupils turning into thin slits. Is there another.She hissed, her tongue slipping out before his face. If there is another, I shall peel her skin and remove her head so you may no longer think her worthy and attractive.Sitting up straight, she sniffed the air, trying to determine if there was another creature here in this place with him. So far, she smelled nothing, only his scent and no one elses. Looking down, Yurin forced herself to calm down. He is still struggling to accept the fact that he is hers. Yes. Thats the possible reason. Hes still in shock at having to finally meet his true love and mate. Oh. You arent keeping anyone else here. Im glad. She smiled sweetly, her hands rubbing along his cheeks, feeling the stubble he had going on. Call me Yurin my love. Youll never forget it once were married and are intertwined in love making.Yurin sighed at the thought. I will make sure no other female gets near you. You are mine and only mine. No one will ever have you and if you dare leave me- Her smiled contorted into a sadistic grin, her eyes changing once more into thin slits. I will wrap myself about your body until you no longer breathe and ever bone in your body is broken and turned into dust within you. No one will have you then. Her face changed suddenly back into a charming smile. Tell me my love. Do you wish to go ahead with the marriage and-She blushed pink. -proceed to the love mating that binds us together, or wait a bit to let your mind settle at the fact that you now have a potential mate. Dont worry. Im willing to wait a day.
Thread: Aftermath (Razgriz x Lustfull_Sin)

Jackson could only sit limply in the tight coils of her body, the physical fight having left him for a moment. Though her words made his eyes shoot open what the hell was she on about? Soon-to-be....ngh....wife? I don't fucking think so! he replied angrily like hell he was going to get married to this.....thing. And I'll talk to you...... he started to say, but paused when she changed her demeanor on the spot, becoming noticeably darker and more sinister. Great, now he had a full-blown psycho to deal with at the same time. What a fun box of surprises this bitch is Jackson commented at her mentally if she hoped to intimidate him with threats of skinning someone else alive - especially if it was another Mamono - she was failing horribly. Truthfully, she'd be doing him a favor if it were the case he wouldn't have to waste a bullet. He grimaced as she rubbed his cheeks and asked him to call her by her proper name, her slender fingers caressing the slightly rough skin gently. What really pissed him off was when she started her stupid talk about him like he was her property now little did he know just how backwards he had it. If he were to marry her, she would become his in her totality. However, the fight-or-flight response - which was strongly shouting Fight! at this particular moment - was making him obnoxiously resilient from an average Mamono's point of view. Even as she threatened to kill him should he leave her, her ignorance towards just who he was showed more and more he was a Delta Force Lieutenant, and they were trained to be 100 unafraid of death, to even embrace it willingly should the Reaper come for them. As she then held him up and asked if he wanted to mate with her, Jackson just felt his revulsion for her grow more and more ironically he then started laughing as he reconsidered what it was she just said to him. At first it was just a low chuckle, a rather creepy grin stretched across his face before it burst into full-out laughter for a few seconds, then quieted down to no laughing at all. He then looked back up and replied, You really think I give two shits about dying? Hell, I've considered killing myself so this wouldn't happen to me! But no, I had to be the stubborn moron and try to hold on to the hope I'd make off this hellhole! So you know what? He then paused and soon enough, he spat right in the Lamia's face, the gob of saliva hitting right between her eyes. He then continued, his tone as serious as ever, You might as well just kill me now, you goddamn mutant freak!
Thread: Aftermath (Razgriz x Lustfull_Sin)

Sorry for taking a while. I just got a second job, so I've been going to beed uber early just to wake up early to go in for training. Yurin assumed the soft chuckle meant that he was happy to be her husband. She was so thrilled. But as he continued to chuckle then outright burst into laughter, Yurin simply stared at him, then frowned. What is so amusing my love?She asked, wating to know what was so amusing. Perhaps it was the fact that he was just so over joyed about the news. Hearing him relax now, she tilted her head to the side. His response wasn't what she expected. He was confusing and Yurin simply stared at him. So he was upset at the fact that he stayed in this planet instead of leaving with his friends. That was his problem or perhaps it was just destiny. My love, it-the sudden feel of something hot and sticky caught her off guard. He spat at her. He had to odacity to spit at her, his own wife. If her tail had a rattle at the end, he would hear how pissed she was.Her eyese changed, the black of her eyes consuming the white instead of turning into slits. Her teeth seemed to have elongated a bit, her nails sharpening.you son of a bitch. If you won't be mine-She raised her hand, nails gleaming, showing their sharpness. -then you will be no- A loud crash sounded, the window having been busted and three Black Harpies appeared. Yurin's eyes widen. He is mine.She hissed at the Harpies, but gasped as one appeared before her, its taloned foot gripping her throat tightly. N-No.She gasped, her air being cut off. She was trying to concentrate on keeping her hold on her lover, but having air was more important. She slowly uncoiled herself from around him, though not quick enough. Struggling for air, she spasmed and accidently threw her love against the wall, heer hands trying hard to pry off the Harpy's foot from around her neck. The nerve you have on keeping him to yourself.The Harpy said, squaking a little. When were done with you, will take him as our husbands. She said, seeing the Lamia's bulge. Sisters.She called and the other jumped at Yurin, tearing at her skin and scales, using their sharp talons to penetrate through her scales. Yurin screamed, trying her best to either slither away or curl herself into a ball, but the Harpy weren't giving her a chance. She tried to covere heer face, but one of the Harpy's managed to scratch her, taking one of her eyes in the process. Blood splattered her and there, Yurin's tail flaying about, imprinting blood on the walls and floor. My love...please...She called, hoping to get help. You think he'll want to help a disguting snake like you.One of the Harpy's snickered. The Harpies were distracting themselvese, not purposely, but they were determined to teach this Lamia a lesson, as well as end her life completely. With their determination, this gave the human a chance to either make his escape or stay and fight while they weren't looking. The Harpies just assumed he would simply stay still, fear keeping him in place. Little did they know. There. I gave Jackson a means to escape.
Thread: Aftermath (Razgriz x Lustfull_Sin)

The reprieve from the light was certainly welcome for the unfortunate human the dimming of the ambient illumination eased the strain on his corneas. The young man felt himself waking up more and more, his senses returning enough to catch her words and get a better grasp of his situation. He still couldn't move as freely as he would have liked, as he still needed rest, but at the very least he would survive. His head fell back onto the soft pillows wherever he was, it was incredibly comfortable. Everything hugged his skin so nicely, made him feel warm and like he was back home in his own bed. Jackson froze, his heart rate spiking again as he realized something His armor was gone, and so was his bodysuit, leaving him only in his birthday suit. He was completely naked and vulnerable, and he didn't like it. Even with the sudden realization and surge of adrenaline, his body didn't move too much he wouldn't have another attack like before, as Lanthe's milk and the broth they fed him repaired most of the structural damage to his internal organs. It would likely be a little longer before he fully recovered this was four years worth of damage being spoken of, after all. But still, he would prove to be a stubborn as always when Punff pressed the wet rag to his forehead, his right arm snaked raised from above the cotton comforter and weakly closed around the Weresheep's wrist. She would be able to tell that he couldn't really do anything, but the fact that he would touch her might surprise. D...don't touch....me......Monster he breathed out his hand weakly pushed at her wrist trying to get her hand away from him, not even able to move it in the slightest bit. His eyes, still somewhat dim but possessing more of a noticeable fire from before, M...my armor.....weapons.....Wher....Where....are they? He then gave a series of coughs, feeling his throat had been rubbed raw with coarse sandpaper, before speaking with a bit more fluidity, but the volume of his voice was still subdued, Whatever you plan on doing to me.....Just get it over with......You won't break me..... It was clear that despite Punff's attempts to calm him down, his experiences still veiled him from seeing the truth.
Thread: The Fast and The furious New Generation

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Thread: The Fast and The furious New Generation

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Thread: The Fast and The furious New Generation

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Thread: You're the Light Inside my Dark(DTH and Pyretta)

Dagon sat upon a rock, staring out over the realm his people called home. The land was cracked and dry, even though it rained frequently. Even right up to rivers and lakes, the reddish earth seemed like an unquenchable desert. His dark, leathery wings hung lazily at his sides, slightly dragging on the ground. His bright red eyes scanned the horizon, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He hated this dreary place, and longed for the home of his childhood. For almost fifteen years, he had lived in a beautiful, perfect place. He had spent those fifteen years in the land of the Angels, never knowing he wasn't one of them until his tail and horns started to grow. Though there had always been differences between him and the others. They had all seemed way too eager to accept authority and obey those above them. Dagon had always had a more individualistic personality and questioning nature. And now, in the realm of demons, he still didn't fit. He didn't have the cruel nature of his brothers. Nor did he have the desire to kill, rape, and crush the angels that most of his kind seemed obsessed with. He looked down at himself, lightly reddened skin didn't even fit with either species. The angels had their fair skin and the demons dark red or black. He had no idea why he was so different from both species, as he had never known either of his parents. So he didn't know one was an angel and the other a demon, both put to death shortly after his birth for being traitors to their species. He slid some of his long black hair away from his face, wincing as some was again caught on his horns. The long ebony growths curved upward from his forehead, getting just a little bit longer each and ever day. And his damn hair got caught in them more often than he'd like to admit. Human, angel, or demon, it still hurt when hair got forcefully pulled from your scalp. At least on this rock, in the middle of nowhere, he could be alone. He could be alone and think. And more often than not, his thoughts drifted to HER . The girl he had grown up with and who he longed to see again. He had always loved her, even when they were just little. Even among angels there was something.... ispecial about her. Something even more divine and graceful than the others of the species was known for. And ever time she had smiled at him, his heart had skipped. Dagon hung his head, letting his hair spill over his face as he reminisced about her. He wondered if he would ever get to see her again. And if he did, would they be forced to be enemies?
Thread: You're the Light Inside my Dark(DTH and Pyretta)

The air was pure, the skies clear and mellow. Not even the sun could outshine the unalloyed light that consumed the Angel's 'spiritual space'. Where no defiance was ever to come, each and every person for another, God's truth never questioned. In a world of Angel's only the best of thing's could happen. That changed when a cross-breed was born between Demon's and Angel's, and both woirld's fell apart, never able to recover from such blasphemy. That was the start to a current on-going war between Angel's and Demon's, even after the inconcievable happened and peace was found between the two - No more. Celestia was one of those Angel's, and lived in said peaceful realm where all was pleasent. In human year's you'd say Celestia was 'turning into a woman', but to Angel's the aging years were yet to dawn upon her. She was a beauty, as most Angel's were, if only in her own unique way. Her hair grew Silver like her Mother's, rare in the Angel world as most were blonde. The locks were endless, falling down her shoulders and back in waves softer than what you'd find on the bed of an ocean. Her skin was fair with a very milky complexion, one to be envied by any human woman. Although, with her parents neither having very dominant genes, she developed Heterochromia growing up. One eye was prominently ice blue, while the other was a very light grey, almost white, with specks of a darker blue around the outside of her cornea. Still, outstandingly beautiful. I will never belong.. She thought to herself, sighing as she looked upon the never-changing skies, hoping for something, or someone to come along and take her away, or at least give her the childhood she so misses back. Growing up, she was mostly influenced by a beloved friend of her's, Dagon, he had always been different to other Angel's, but she loved that, and reflected on it, and now she was older she had that same, stubborn attitude. Although it was hard for her to deny her Angelic nature, she still had aspects of her friend. He was taken away from her around the time they were coming of age, she'd never felt so heartbroken in her life, he was the only true friend she'd ever really had. One day, she'd have a plan to steal him back, somehow, but who knows, by now he could just hold pure hatred toward her. Tears welling in her eyes just by the thought of it. Celestia, stop daudling, we all have duties! An elder called out to her, she was supposed to be 'preparing' for the attack. With the on-going war between the two very different world's, often Demon's were sent over to throw attack's on their world, just as they did them, however using tactics more peaceful than their's. Many times she had tried to sneak away with the other Demon's when they retreated but never successful, if she were to see her friend again, surely it would of happened by now. All she could do was what the other's asked of her, and that's all she'd be doing for the rest of her life, seemingly alone.
Thread: You're the Light Inside my Dark(DTH and Pyretta)

Dagon could hear the cackling and the battle cries on the wind. The demons were already aware of the angels' intent to attack. He sighed and leaned his head. He had been told that if he wouldn't take part in the next battle, he would not live past it. He hadn't taken part on any defensive or offensive skirmishes, and the higher ranking demons had taken notice. Mostly, he didn't want to hurt Celestia. He didn't want to take even the smallest chance of having to see her and having to raise a sword against her. If such a thing happened, he was fully prepared to just let her take his life. After all, he did love her. So much so he would give his own life rather than fight her. After a moment of sitting on his rock, readying himself for death. Once he had steeled himself and calmed his shaking hands, he slowly stood up, his 6'6'' frame was a slightly intimidating sight, even to most other demons. The wings that had been lazily hanging at his sides no tensed and stretched, an impressive span that when fully unfolded, was a wider span than the heigth of his body. With a few powerful flaps, he was in the air, moving quickly toward the staging area where they would mount their defense. The feeling of flying through the air may have been exhilirating, but Dagon seldom did it. He hated his wings. He hated his black, pointed tail. He hated the horns that grew from his head. They had taken him away from her, so he wished they had just never emerged. When he thought about it at any real length, he hated what he was. Maybe that had been different if he hadn't known anything besides the life of a demon, but he had had a taste of something much different. Much better. And he wanted it back. Even if he couldn't live amongst the angels anymore, he wanted so desperately to just be close to the one friend he had. The closer he flew to the staging area, the more little dots there were on the ground. Demons that had no wings that were simply walking to the battle. Once Dagon was over the are, he let himself descend slowly, looking around to see the others preparing for battle. It wasn't long before a high ranking demon had shoved two swords and sheathes into his hands. The black, glistening obsidian-like metal that only existed in the realm of demons kept its edge longer than even ceramic, and was far more durable than steel. Dagon tied one of the blades on his hip and one on his back, which was how he had found was the most comfortable for him during training. Once again his hands began to shake as they awaited the attack. Celestia's sweet face flooded Dagon's memory, and with those memories came tears down his cheeks. If he crossed her path, these would be the last moments of his life. If he saw another demon trying to kill her, it would also be the last moments of his life, because he would kill any demon that tried to harm her. Now that his intent and focus was once again clear, his hands stopped shaking. He opened his eyes and looked to the sky. In a low, almost whispered voice, he said I'm ready. This is it.
Thread: You're the Light Inside my Dark(DTH and Pyretta)

Taking her time, Celestia refused to stop with her 'daudling', as she was in no rush to fight against anyone, nor would she be in future. Not for one second averting her eyes from the flocks of clouds, the white so pure a Demon would feel anguish by even catching a glimpse. I guess, I must go.. She sighed in disgruntlement, her fingers catching between the wrinklets in her hair to clear her sight. Arising, her wings full against her back, reflecting the light in a grey-pastel colour, nothing like feather's, or even clouds, such ways people would usually describe. Still beautiful, graceful, soft to touch, the feeling of comfort and promise. She suffered great damage to her left wing during her last attempt to escape when a Demon caught onto her and took a blow at her with his sword. Fully healed, her body still moved off-blanace when she flew. The walk she ventured on was quite distant, still irresolute to use her wing's, and only ever did in dire circumstances. It became impossible with age for her to get away with the childish excuses she babbled on about in not using her wing's during battle. The elder's felt no pity on her, for it was her own wishes to attempt escape in the first place. With her presence late, on arrival her 'weaponry' was forced upon her, unknowing of how, or either when the Demon's were going to invade, soon at least. As Angel's didn't believe in true harm, they used Aluminium Carbon reflex bows that deemed any evil being paralyzed for a lengthy period of time, no more than 24 hours, but the out-come varied. Recently some Demon's had become acustomed to the attack's and created more potent shield's to protect themselves against the arrow. However, Angel's still had their source of power within them, using angelic force and protection on one another, still, never for harm upon another. Before she had much more time to prepare herself, she was rushed into the rest of the crowd, her wing's instinctively extending and lifting her into the air amongst the other's her age. Her body began waving around uncontrollably at first due to her un-balance, but she soon regained dominance over them. Far ahead the skies were furiously darkening with the approach of the Demon's, still greatly hesitant to fight in ever knowing she may harm her beloved childhood friend. Her wing's flapped more ferociously, pushing her way through everyone till all was in view. It almost looked as if one huge, black cloud was consuming the sky, moving at a furious pace. This is it she thought to herself, her eyes glazing over. It weren't long before the two 'armies' came to halt, face to face with one another. Now, the wait, who would attack first? Still, she eagerly scanned along the front-line of Demon's, hoping to see her friend again, even if before death, she'd know at least he lived without the torture or true death they had threatened him with.