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Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

Though he did not actually resist her, Mephilis did not make it easy for Ski to move him. She was too angry to notice his sinister grin, he did not expect this, but it was most certainly welcome. Feeling his back hit a wall, the feline almost laughed, those cold, black eyes looking down on her as she preached at him. When her hand struck him, his face jerked to the right. After a brief moment o silence, the sinister grin became a menacing smile, those dark optics moving to refocus on her before his head turned back. Normally, you would be right. He said, his voice now had something of a seductive purr behind it. Almost like a subliminal radio wave, the reverberation echoed enticing rhymes into her mind. Before she could respond to this odd mixture of vibration he was sending her, his fingers came under her chin, pressing firmly into her flesh, making her look up into his eyes. To negate resistance, he unsheathed his razors, the tips poking into her, should she try to pull away, she would slice herself open. With her unable to resist him for the moment, the feline leaned in close, his face only inches from hers. People like me don't normally make it through life, but what about me... says I am normal? As he spoke, the sensations he was sending her would cause her mind to slur as though she were intoxicated. Though it would be hard for her to see his face with her vision slipping in and out of focus. She would be filled with the cold scent of his peppermint laced breath, giving off the impression of death. After letting these mixed feelings swim in her mind for a moment, Mephilis retracted his claws. Abruptly flicking his fingers, he would push her away from him. It would take only moments for her mind to come back into focus, when it did he would be leaning up against the wall, smirking at her. His tail wrapped around his own waist, as his arms were around his chest.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

Her eyes grew big as the blade of his nail dug deep at the flesh underneath her chin, her eyes locked on his. She dared to gulp, afraid that just that little bit of movement would of caused his sharp felines weapon to slit her open, her blood draining from body like a gutted pig. The purrs he was giving off made her feel... Some what hypnotized? She felt weird, and she had no idea how he was doing this, all through those feline purrs... Her mind and vision swayed in and out, and she almost felt as if she was about to black out. Carefully her ears trained in on his voice, and it was confusing. She had a hard time concentrating, but thankfully he let go of her, and the only thing that lingered for a moment was the scent of peppermint. There she stood blankly for a minute, until she blinked a few times and came back, shaking her head as if she just got out of a shower, shaking the water away from her luscious fur. She looked into his eyes once more, and crossed her arms just like he did. Squinting her eyes, she responded back to his statement, I don't recall people begin as rude and snobby as you. But I do admit, you are a very interesting feline. She brushed her hair to her back, glancing down at the cement sidewalk momentarily. Taking a moment to collect her thoughts, she looked back at him and smirked, waving away a thought like an annoying fly. It was fun, but my shift is over. Digging in her apron, she handed him the bill, and turned around and walked off back into the restaurant. On the bill it had written, On the house from the manager, have a nice day.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

Oh I am very rude, but not really that snobby, I merely call it like it is. The feline said examining his right hand a bit. If only she knew just how interesting she might actually find him if she knew more. Erecting his claws, the fur coated titan flicked his center and thumb finger claws together. The resulting sound seemed almost metallic and even created a small spark. With a look of disinterest, Mephilis took the bill, looking it over. A curt laugh leaving him as he saw the text. Folding it up, and sliding it into his coat, the male returned to the restaurant. Making his way back to his table, he lifted up the glass and scoffed his milk down. Tossing the empty container aside, he picked up his steak and headed out. As he made his way out, he heard a loud thud, and someone curse about a damn cat. He laughed to himself, taking a chunk out of the meat with his teeth as he made his way into the street, vanishing into the crowd.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

Sighing in relief, Ski was glad to be ridden of that idiot, who still didn't tell her his name. Glancing at the table the man was in, she already knew she wasn't going to her a tip. Great. Shrugging at the situation, she cleaned up the table and headed her way to finish off her entire shift, which lasted until 10pm, because she had to close down the restaurant. Finally it was time to head home, but alas, Ski enjoyed the night, so a night of fun was on her way with a pocket fun of cash. Returning back home, she took a nice hot shower to did away of her daily problems, scrubbing her fur until the scent of pineapple and coconut consumed her. Wrapping towels around her nude body, she applied light mascara and red lipstick, making a smacking sound to assure she got it on her entire lips. Going into her room, she dug through her closet and pulled out a beautiful long red dress, with red high heels to match. Looking in the mirror, for once in a while she thought of herself as pretty, a grin of pearly whites showing of her approval. Grabbing her mini purse she headed out her apartment door, locking it and heading down into the local brothel that allowed karaoke. Indeed the man probably did see her there, but she didn't want to tell, but she was there to sing her heart out, not lap down and perform sexual acts for men. She walked the weary streets, awkwardly for dressing up so nicely. She was in a bad part of town, so she knew well to hide and sneak to the Lonesome Brothel, what an ironic name... The gaurd allowed her in as they looked over her body, Ski rolling her eyes as they googled over her. There she noticed the stage, and she got up at and nodded at the band to play, the song heavy and metal, fitting the style of these trashy women. Degrading it was for someone like her to be here, but she wanted to be heard and just have a good time singing to the public, even if they cared to notice or not. I feel like, I would like to be somewhere else doing something that matters. And I'll admit here, while I sit here, my mind wastes away and my thoughts start to gather... She began to sing the rhythmic toon.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

Mephilis spent the day preforming in his own large scale way. Standing atop different buildings at different times. He would sing an assortment of songs throughout the day, blessing the city with his voice. Not everyone appreciated his charity, those people ended up having some... unfortunate accidents. Once he had finished his array of musical bombardments, Mephilis retired to his dwelling, taking with him, several different women. Some he had picked up with his wit, others he had enticed similar to how he did Ski earlier. Except with them, he did not release his grip, instead, enthralling them. He spent the remainder of the day with these females, before simply disappearing to leave them to their own designs. Did he want to be such a womanizer? Not really, but so few females actually interested him beyond their appearance. Well this canine woman did somewhat, which is why she was released from his grip. He liked her backbone, standing up to one such as he was a daunting task, and to do so without shaking was admirable. Perhaps he would stalk her again tomorrow and see just how resilient she was. For now, he would go to see more eye candy at the local brothel. Mephilis walked proudly through the dark streets, daring someone, anyone to make trouble for him. Much to his disappointment, no one dared to approach him. Reaching the whore house, Mephilis simply shoved the guards out of his way. They merely greeted him as he passed. They had learned their lesson from last time when they tried to stop him... never again. Mephilis was already at the brothel, sitting at the bar when she would arrive. Through the crowds, he had not yet noticed her. Sitting alone at the bar, the large feline was trying to enjoy some milk. But was interrupted by some little rat male approaching him. Looking down on the creature, Mephilis could see he was filth, peddling drugs. Want to buy some pixie dust? The little creature asked, showing off his merchandise. With a groan, mephilis looked away. You are not going to sell me pixie dust. That same twisted purr that he had used on Ski earlier, infused the small male with an overwhelming sense of suggestion. I am not going to sell you pixie dust. Taking another drink of his milk, Mephilis gave off one more suggestion. You are going to go home, murder your family, and kill yourself. With little resistance, the weak minded rodent complied with the suggestion. I am going to go home, murder my family, and kill myself. Not unlike a zombie, the rat left Mephilis, the brothel, off to obey. Probably better off dead than having to rely on that deadbeat. Mephilis said to himself as he finished his milk, just as some heavy music began to play. Hm? He hummed to himself, this was not the normal, 'blow your money to have sex with affliction ridden women' music. Making his way to the stage he saw her, oh he would be lying if he said she didn't clean up well. But the smile coming over his face was from him being right, she DID work here.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

And sometimes I think that not any good at all... And sometimes I wonder why, why I'm even here at all... Singing her heart out, she picked the song due to her feelings, because, well, she felt useless and unwanted, something that stuck with her ever since she was a young pup, and even at her ripe age, still no one wanted to love her, or give her a nice home from the heart. Swaying her legs a bit, she closed her eyes as the song came from her heart, and once the band faded away to silence, some claps were heard, but mostly whistles from the guys sitting by the pool table were heard. Smiling brightly at the response, and bowed down, still oblivious to the man being there and watching her. So babe, when you going to start giving lap dances? An old ruffed up looking mut asked her with a mischievous smile, obviously coming here for not her talent, but for her body. Being hot tempered as she was, she took her microphone and threw it on the ground, her small hands in tight fists as she looked down at the pathetic man. Listen here you son of a bastard, I come here to sing, as I do every Saturday and you know it! She banged her foot on the ground, her heal making a loud echoing sound. A sly smirk played on her lips as she thought of something. You want something sexy? Fine. I'll give you something. Taking her hands she went behind her dress and unzipped the long zipper, making the dress automatically falling down to her ankles, her body now exposed to a matching set of undergarments a hot pink lanced bra with hot pink laced boy shorts. Ski took her legs out of the dress and threw it at the old man angrily, showing him her teeth before turning her head by a near-by pole a stripper was using. Stomping her way towards it, she pushed the girl off the pole and off the stage, slamming down into the wooden floor. Don't say a word you dumb whore. Ski barked at her, taking her hands and getting a form grip around the pole. Why was she doing this? She thought to herself, but she had to make a point, even though honestly she had no idea what point she was making. She wrapped a leg tightly around the steel pole, twirling effortlessly before grinding up against it, making the pole go in between her two breasts, all while biting her lip seductively. Is this what you wanted you bad boy? She teased the man as she began to crawl on all fours, getting close to him. Once they had gotten face to face, she gripped at his collar and tossed his body to the side, also making him fall off to the ground just as the stripped. Laughing aloud she got back up on her feet, swaying her hips back to the pole. Men would do anything for a show. She snickered.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

Mephilis had enjoyed her song, perhaps they had something in common after all. He was one of those who gave the girl applause for her talent. When the shaggy male asked for more of a show, Mephilis almost growled. He had already decided he had liked this Ski, and Mepihlis was a very jealous male. Had she not reacted so disapprovingly of his demand, he might have followed that man home and butchered him. Then again, he still might, could be fun. Those thoughts began to slip when she threw off her dress. He knew she was attractive, but he always did have a thing for women in their undergarments. Almost as good as them being taken to him, if they did it right. She did in fact do it right, Mephilis began to push his way through the crowd to get closer. Taking a seat next tot he stage to watch her better. She just might see him now, oh what a reaction that would be, mephilis could hardly wait.
Thread: .::Wanting & Needing::. [Mephilis and Ironic]

As she walked to the pole, she swing her body around back to the crowed, but as soon as she liked out, a familiar face popped out to her. Squinting from the bright stage lights, she looked more carefully and seen the same pesky feline again... How embarrassing! Gasping she immediately loosened her grip from the pole and jumped off stage to retrieve her stress. If she didn't have any fur you could definitely tell that she was blushing. Too embarrassed to say anything, she tried to avoid eye contact and walked out of the brothel. Damn it! The one place she found relief and now she couldn't go there anymore. She just degraded herself and especially in front of some psycho! Chills ran down her tiny spine as she exited from the back of the brothel into an alley, her dress laying over her hand as she closed the door behind her. All Ski wanted to do was leave, but company made it's way towards her. A small group of men, three to be exact, approached her as they all chuckled amongst each other, until they caught a glimpse of Ski. It was dark out and all she could see were sillohetts, but from the looks of it one was a rabbit, another a feline and another a horse. Holding her breath she acted as if she didn't notice them, walking down the direction to her apartment, footsteps eventually becoming louder behind her until she felt a tight grip around her wrist. Where do you think you're going in such a haste? The horse asked as his two pals were behind him. Ski stared at the trio wide-eyed, never before being in a situation as such. It's none of your concern. She snapped back, yanking her arm away, instantly running down the alley, the boys soon quickly following behind her. Her heart thumped heavily, and she feared for her life, not knowing what the men were capable of. Unknowing of what to do, she continued to run the long alleyway as she heard the laughs of the men closely behind her. If she had to fight so be it, but right now she wanted to try and outrun them.
Thread: The Inquisition (Andy1138 and Thomas_Waller)

Katherine Hamilton lungs burned at she sprinted to town, she was late . There was news of a man coming to town about the rumors of witches in the town, and she was supposed to be there with her Uncle the Reverend Willis to welcome the newcomer. Like always she was walking through their wooded estate and lost track of the time. She didn't have time to change out of her dress, mud covered the bottom him of her light blue cotton dress, her dark brown hair was frizzy and there was visible specks of leaves and twigs. Her alabaster skin was flush pink from the chilly air stinging her skin as she ran. Her Uncle was a kind man, stern when he had to be. Especially when it came to her studies and serving God, Katherine had it tough from a very young age, both her parents both passed away from small pox when she was just a toddler, it was a miracle that she didn't pass with them. Her uncle always said it was a sign from God. all Katherine had when she was growing up, was her Uncle and a few school friends. Most kids found her strange because she enjoyed nature so much, as she got older the lonelier she became, all she had now was her Uncle. With the newcomer in town rumors were buzzing about, rumors of his unknown methods of interrogation, speculations of what it consisted of, what he did behind closed door. People really ask to many questions when it came to the Dark Arts, as long as its weeded out. That's all that matters and this was this, Mr. Merwood's specialty. As Katherine closed in on the town she could see a group of villagers gathering around the rectory, she knew for sure the man had arrived. She slowed down to regain her breath, it wasn't far now, just a short walk. She took this time to pick the varies bits of twig and leaves from her long straight hair, running her finger through to smooth it out. smoothing out her dress, she looked at her reflection, she was almost presentable. Her green eyes glowed from the adrenaline pumping though her body, her cheeks were only slightly pink now. feeling quite adequate with herself, she calmly walked into the rectory searching for her uncle. She seen him by a tall, slender man. Katherine assumed that was Mr. Merwood, it was the only person she didn't recognize. she pushed her way through to get to her Uncle. She gently touched his arm, her little lip turned up in an almost apologetic smile. she didn't speak, she didn't want to interrupt their conversation.
Thread: The Inquisition (Andy1138 and Thomas_Waller)

Lucifer's most pernicious trick is to hide himself in what we have come to accept as normal. People around us, nay even our loved ones can in point of fact prove to be his servants advancing his evil means under our very noses. Our inclination is toward Christian kindness. That is the very kindness that the Dark One exploits. If your nearest and dearest are accused your first response will be to question my authority, question God's methods to unearth the truth. I serve only Him. I use the ways and practices sanctioned by the Church and its holy ministers. After the sexual gratification of his perverted lust, Merwood's greatest joy was the sound of his own voice. He was a natural spell binding preacher and had chosen the small gathering of the most influential members of Derville to begin spreading his propaganda. Your duty, my good Christian folk is observation. The devils own will surely be marked with odd behaviors. As normal as they may appear in their daily routines. They will show signs unexplained breakages, items missing, unusal meetings where the suspect seems to appear on the road and disappear just as readily, a penchant for foraging in the woods and wilds. Unkempt and eratic appearance. Be vigilant parishoners. Be vigilant. it is also you God given duty to pray for me in my burdensome task. I must daily wrestle with the Devil with his superhuman strength and constant lies. Pray for me. And, I beg you to pay no heed to rumors that the Evil one will spread about me. In fact if any whisper about my methods. They are to be suspected of partnership with Mephistopholes himself. As he spoke he had time to peruse the crowd for likely and tempting victims to quench his depraved appetites. He had selected a few prospects when a young woman, late to the proceedings wove her way through the crowd and latched herself fetchinly on the Reverend Willis' arm. Her flushed complexion, flashing green eyes and young trim figure made the inquisitor's cock twitch in expectation. He could not help but stare at the darling creature. He later found her to be Katherine Hamilton, niece to the good Reverend Willis and as luck would have it a fellow resident of the rectory. Merwood decided to take a few unpopular old ladies and solitary widows first to curry favor with the town folk. But, eventually and soon. He would have the glorious Miss Katherine Hamilton in his chair and at his mercy....
Thread: The Inquisition (Andy1138 and Thomas_Waller)

Katherine stood there listening to Mr. merwood, he sure knew how to gather a crowd. he certainly had his way with the English language. Katherine watched in amazement, it wasn't until his wandering gaze fell on her. A cold chill ran thru her body, his eyes on her made her feel exposed. She didn't know if she imagining things or not, she chose to ignore it. Though the look in his eyes were frightening. There was a glint in his eye that resembled a predators when they have locked into a poor defenseless prey. Katherine shook her head, looking down at the floor. She had to get out of here, luckily Mr. merwood finished up his sermon. That's when she discreetly made her way outside. Katherine walked into the cold crisp night air, she breathed in the cool soothing air and let out a sigh of relief. She began to walk around the rectory to grassy area, she sat down on the dew covered grass, looking up at he night sky. There was nothing else in the world but those little whites specs floating in a sea of black and blue. Oh how she wishes she was bird to fly up. And swim in the sheer oblivion of it all. She smiled to herself as she imagined herself a bird, flying gracefully, swooping and diving. While she day dreamed she thought of other animals that fascinated her, the humble deer, with their strong legs and beautiful tan coats galloping through the forest, running faster than ever. Being lost in thought Mr. merwood, came back to mind. He was a handsome man, with sharp features and a lean lanky body. When thinking about him, she thought about his predator like eyes. Than an image of her little deer was grazing in a well lit sanctuary, a shadowy figure crept in the woods behind the little Doe, the wolf moved in closer. His eyes locked on her, he lunged... Katherine didn't want to day dream anymore, shaking her head she stood up. Brushing her dress off. Katherine figured she had avoided people long enough, she made her way into the rectory. Smiling as people greeted her. She kept a constant vigil on where Mr. merwood we at, so she wouldn't have the chance of coming in contact with him.