Thread: Ascension to the Heavens|Descent into Hell(Corsair and Xana)

These... Dragons Fire weapons would be interesting to own, yes, Verrier replied, a sort of hungry gleam in his eyes. But even more than that, I would have desired a treatise on their creation! Write a book explaining the principles that make them roar and slay at a distance, and the orocess by which theywere conceived and refined! He gestured grandly, arms sweeping to take in all the mountain. The humans see this fortress, or they see the ever-burning pyre of Klythis, and they think 'that is power!' They are fools, Clara. And the gids? He snorted contemptuously. They see Verrier, and the wrath that broke a dozen Angelic hosts and slew four of theur number, and say 'that is power!' And they are fools as well! He caught her in his arms, turning her so that her back was against his chest, and he pointed at a great tower that rose in a graceful spire tiwards the sky. That, Clara, is power , the symbol of the power that kept me alive when all my kin were slaughtered or subjugated. That kept me alive - me, the runt of the cluch got on Satyusenya by Voreagon - alive to wage war against Heaven when all hands turned against me. His arms tightened as he breathed in, enjoying her scent. I have not yet shown it to you. Would you care to see it? She pulled away at that, hurling defiance and accusations at him as she did. He grinned like a cat, following in her wake, staying close to her. Freedom, he said, voice almost a purr, and power . His inhuman double-slitted eyes stared into hers. All that lives in my domain is mine , Clara Olgasdottor. The plants, the trees, the birds and the beasts. The Earth is my kin, forged from the meat and bones and blood of Tiamat and Typhon, my grandparents. My essence has saturated these lands for longer than humans have walked creation. He slid closer with inhuman grace, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body. My blood is the blood of Chaos, Clara, and it calls to the essence of Chaos within you. I gave it to you as a test, to see if you would live. I was... curious. I bound you, because I could. Does that offend you? He smiled, the expression feral. Then defy me. Build the strength to break that bond, and cast it from you.. Suddenly she was backed into a wall. Verrier pressed against her, aware of the feel of her body through the dress she wore. I an a dragon, Clara, he murmured, breath hot on her lips as he pinned her wrists against the stone. I take what I wish, and I make no excuse. But consider this. Now his mouth traced the skin of her throat, not quite touching. You came to me freely, offered yourself to me. He stretched a little, enjoying the feel of her body against his. You could have chisen death, instead. What choice did Afodisia offer? Fuck, yeah! Mykel wanted to say, as the blondes made their offer. Uhm... I'm flattered, but... He licked his lips, trying to figure out how to phrase this. Afodisia does indeed celebrate all acts of pleasure, Svalis said, stepping in. But we are unfamiliar with the tenents of your faith. Offering the priestess a charming little bow, he caught Mykel by the shoulder and pulled him away from the blondes. I hope you understand that, as Paladins of Love and War, we must know more of your beliefs before we may join in your rites? We worship the same goddess, the priestess pouted, watching the way Svalis watched her and Lily and the man who cupped Lily's firm breasts. As well as Her sister Edana, in hopes of receiving forgiveness and salvation. Go get your sister, Svalis murmured to Mykel. I am glad of it, my lady. And ince we have learned more of your rites and your faith, we would love to celebrate tgem wuth you. He watched Mykel carefully disengage Lily nd draw her away. Perhaps you will join us for breakfast tomorrow, and teach us?