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Thread: The Shadow only Hides the Light

Kalysto grunted as all the pressure came to her wrists. Sure, she didn't weigh much. But 90 pounds on very slender wrists wasn't good. She had a plan to get out of this. And the moment he said vaulnerability she began to worry. Exactly what did he mean. She knew his intentionss were anything but pure. She swollowed a bit and stayed strong. You know I could still kill you... She spat. This was more then true. Her legs were as deadly as her hands. Unarmed combat was a specialty. But then again so were the psychic arts. She let out a psychic blast with her Psychic Hammer, sending him back a few feet. Try and touch me and I'll rip your throat out with my heels! She growled. She truly was a very primal warrior in that aspect. She could kill and not think another moment about it. Killing was second nature to her. She knew if he got just close enough sh could drag him in with her legs and snap his neck. It would be self defense, as he had her in a compromising position. Oh how Anion would be on her side now. Her arms stretching above her head made her armored top loose. She cursed under her breath, she should've made it tighter.
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Temporarily knocked off his feet, Marcus nearly lost his concentration and hold over the bones keeping her in place. Rising though, he was no longer smiling, and had his eyes bore a steely gleam to them positively predatory. You'll regret that. He breathed in a hushed tone, arching his hand towards her his eyes glowed briefly with baleful light and suddenly the strength seemed to drain from her body. His spell created in her an intense, tangible delusion of weakness, causing her limbs to ache in strain and sapping her will to exert herself the very act of breathing seemed a chore as his Decrepify ability sapped at her youthful vigor, replacing it with the feeling of ailing infirmity. Taking the opportunity to stand to his feet, he retrieved his wand and came closer, without fear of retaliation now that she was enchanted by his spell. Where is your strength now, O Viz-Jaq'taar? He asked mockingly, brushing the earth from his tunic and prodding her mockingly in her toned abs with his wand. Seeing the loosening of her top, his smile returned and he trailed his wand up from her navel, between over the slope of her breasts and to her neck. Seems you dressed rather hurriedly in your efforts to pursue me, how careless. He clucked his tongue as he deftly undid the binding of her armored top, causing it to slide inexorably off of her torso. Deciding not to press his luck, Marcus waved his wand once more, summoning a shroud of darkness which cut off Kalysto from all sights and sounds around her, leaving her alone in her own personal void as he stalked around behind her, and trailed his wand down over her hips and her toned, rounded bottom. I believe I already mentioned how lucky a man Anion is to have claimed you. he whispered through the veil, the voice seeming to her to echo from all around.
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As soon as the bones loosened around her hands she broke loose, landing in a fighting stance. But the moment he hit her with a curse. She gasped. Falling to knees. Forcing her to look up at him more so then she would have just standing. She panted softly, feeling extremely over exerted. Something that only happened when she spent eight or more hours training and practicing her martial arts. But now she was simply standing and she felt exerted. She gasped as her top slid off. Looking around as the entire mosoleum turned black. She clenched her fists around the katars, gripping so hard her knuckles turned white. As he trailed that sicking wand down and over her hips and her backside she made a grab for the wand,but her lack of energy slowed her down considerably. Yes, Anion is a very lucky man. But he did not claim me, twas I who staked my claim on him before the amazon made a move, Kalysto spat. We are both lucky. He is a true man. He'd put you to shame...
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Marcus drew his wand away from her hand just in time, and spinning it round in the air once more, caused chains of bone to wrap themselves around her ankles. Oh? I bear our fellow travelers no ill will, but that is a claim I would truly like to put to the test. He responded in a tauntingly, lilting voice before two more chains wrapped themselves around her katar and pulled her forward, off of her feet, burying the twin blades in the earth and denying her further use of her arms. Marcus enjoyed seeing her in such a compromising position and decided to relinquish his spells now that she was suitably bound, facing the earth with enough flexibility so as to raise herself from the ground, either bending over or on all fours. Tell me Kalysto, He entreated, as the darkness around her faded and he stood in front of her bent form, eye level with his waist. How does your Anion love you? His tone was a mocking curiosity, as if observing some beast in a trap, separated from it's mate and nest. Not waiting for a response, he raised his wand and skeletal hands reached up from the earth beneath her, clawing and pawing at what clothing remained on her body till it began to tear and shred under skeletal claws. A dozen of the grasping hands clutched and prodded and tickled at her toned form in a mockery of a lover's hands on her body, cold and hard against her flesh, adeptly stripping her down before the necromancer's leering eyes.
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Kalysto cried out as the chains held her down. Holding her on her hands and knees. She was in an extremely compromising position. She didn't like it whatsoever. Yes, she submitted to Anion. But on when they slept together. Otherwise she was a very dominant person. And this simply did not sit well with her. Being in a submissive position in front of this sick bastard. When he heard his question she couldn't help but smirk. But before she could answer skeletal hands bgan tearing at her leather and fur pants. Revealing, that, much like Anion liked to bragged, she looked even better naked. And, save for her head, had not a hair on her body. Her lack of undergarments left her fully exposed to his greedy eyes. Truth be told Anion had been her first male lover. Before him it had always been women. So this worried her. Jerking on the chains in an attempt to break them she cringed as it caused the bars of her katars to dig deeply into her skin. She glared at the Necromancer. Her ample breasts falling together simply due to gravity. She looked away. Not wanting to look at that bastard.
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Marcus's hungry eyes devoured her naked form, every flawlessly toned inch of flesh from her delicious, bounteous breast to the supple curves of her hips to the tempting slope of her rear. With her clothing now removed, the skeletal hands began a morbid massage of her flesh, teasing and kneading at her tense muscles, squeezing and working their way over her taught abs, around her thighs and calves, up and over her firm cheeks and all the way up her spine, tickling and toying with every nerve and muscles along the way. Marcus's necromantic studies had given him an intimate knowledge of human anatomy, and he'd performed a number of autopsies, but nothing compared to the sight of watching living flesh respond to direct stimulation, as instinct and anatomy began to assert themselves against her fierce resolve, embarrassment and revulsion. Don't be so modest. Marcus said, as she looked away, and he moved to her side, trailing his wand lazily down her spine, stopping just shy of her toned rear before delivering a firm strike across her rear with the ornate wand. Your choice of clothing reveals just how proud you are of your body. If it weren't for the fiendish visage across his features, you would have thought him to be conducting a clinical study of her tender form. You say that you were the one to claim Anion, but do you still make that claim sharing his bed? He asked as he leaned over her from the side and ran a hand through her hair, undoing the ties that held it in place before twisting it around his knuckles and using his hold to tilt her head back, forcing her to look up. They say the Amazons exert the dominance even in the bedroom, but no such claims are made about the Viz Jaq-taar. He twisted his grip tighter, tugging at her hair not quite painfully.
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Kalysto glared at him as he took in her body. A feeling of disgusting coming over as the skeletal hands began touching her bare body. The cold hands chilling her to the bone, sending shivers down her spine. She fought the restrains even harder as the hands began to touch all over her body. She cried out when her struck across her backside with his wand. When she was with women, she was dominant, but with Anion , he was the only person to ever make her willing submit. She heard his comments about Amazons and their dominance. And about her claim over Anion. You'd have to ask the other assassins I made quiver in pleasure under my tongue just how dominant I am! Kalysto spat. She made no mention of Anion. Anion was her only male lover, so she had nothing to truly compare to as far as her submission went, but she knew she wasn't going to willingly submit to this corrupt bastard. If he came near enough, she would bite it off. She had threatened many male assassins just the same. That they would not have the pleasure of feeling her willing submission. She'd sooner kill them.
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Marcus laughed aloud at her bold claim, I believe I could conduct an entire survey on that count, but at the present, I'm more concerned with what causes you to have so much more trust in him than you do me. After all, he is a mere man as well. He twisted her hair cruelly now, pulling back on it as one might a horses reins as he forced her to look ever upward, towards the shrine. Running his wand down her shivering spine, he dismissed the skeletal hands and they sunk back into the ground, as he conjured a new spell. Tell me, Kalysto. He asked now, whispering into her ear as he held her head in place by her hair, Have you ever witnessed how those enemies who strike me know pain themselves? That my magic can reflect harm from my body into their minds and very souls? His opposite hand had relinquished his wand and was now massaging it's way down her spine as he knelt next to her, letting his hand explore her toned flesh, down to her taught cheeks, caressing over them as Anion had done not even an hour ago. Though Marcus did not allow the vices of the flesh to trouble him unduly, it had been a long time since he had lain with a woman, let along one of Kalysto's stature, beauty and ferocity, and the act of having her here, in his clutches as he began to explore her body with his hand was quite exhilarating. That same spell which reflected the pain of his foes attacks back on them, was even now sharing that experience, as the growing warmth he felt and rising passion began to well up inside of her as well, a subtle twist on his Iron Maiden spell. You dominate your foes on the battlefield, your rivals in the dead of night, and the women with whom you share your bed, but not Anion. Why? He asked huskily as his hand explored further, teasing down to squeeze her thigh.
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Because he is a decent man, you are corrupt, Kalytso spat. She cringed when he yanked on her hair. She felt his spell begin to take effect. But she pushed the the feelings away. Feeling his hands caress her firm backside. But his touches could never be like that of Anion. His hands were warm, but very firm. He was rough with her, but not overly so. She herself could not explain as to why she submitted to Anion. It was odd for her. Having never submitted to anyone in her life. But Anion was different in some way, that made her submit to him. Be it the primal force he held within him, or something completely different, she did not know. She gasped as he squeezed her thighs. Still sensitive from Anion's biting on her thighs only an hour earlier. Her thighs with red marks and light bruises from his teeth playing on her skin. The marks were also present on her ivory throat. She pulled one last time at the chains holding her hands. Cringing as they dug deep enough cause blood to flow from her wrists. Leaving little trails of blood all around her wrist.
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So you have said. Marcus replied as his fingers played their way over Anion's love marks, his eyes drawn with a little smirk to the clear evidence of their fierce passion previously this evening. You think me to be corrupted by the powers I serve, and yet, I display the same goals, ideals and discipline that you do. I daresay if their is anyone even possibly more versed in the arts of death than I amongst our party, it could only be you, Kalysto. His words were all too true, and he spoke them without malice, without loathing for the little death dealer struggling so hard to escape his clutches. He could see her trying to resist the feelings his spell was reflecting upon her, and decided it was time to give her little choice in that matter. His hand on her throat strengthed it's hold, restricting her breathing as his opposite hand began to tease and toy about her femininity, tracing the outline of her flower and raking nails tenderly up and down her thighs, over and across her backside. Focusing for a moment, he whispered a short spell and hands of clay, warm with the heat of the earth reached up to massage and knead at her swaying breasts, wrapping themselves like living mud around her bosom and rippling most delightfully over her flesh. All this as his own desire for her began to rise, and build within him, a burning desire to feel yet more of her flesh, to see her shiver in pleasure at his touch, and all of it, filling her mind like the most visceral of dreams.
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Kalysto gasped for air as his grip tightened around her throat, whimpering softly as his fingers began to play with her hyper sensitive femininty. The hyper sensitivity coming from the fact that it had already been taken once that night. Closing her eyes. But her eyes shot open as they clay hands began to play with her breasts. She began meditating in her head. Trying to keep the pleasure from over taking her. She would not give into him. Never. It was not within her spirit to do so. He was everything she loathed. She focused on anything but him. On the coming battle, they were in the dank outskirts of Kurast. They were fast approashing a battle with Hatred. Mephisto. Thinking of him had to take her mind of him. But it backfired. He was Hatred. And it only made her hatred for the man who was forcing himself upon her burn all the more passionately.
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Marcus smiled at her whipmerings, at the way she trembled as she grit her teeth against the perversion of her own feelings against her. His fingers toyed at her entrance, running up and down her lips, massaging them against one another, teasing them apart before stroking at her mound as his palm ground in against her petals and bud. You claim that I am the corrupt one Kalysto. You say my methods corrupt me the way they do our enemies, but what a hypocrisy that is. He whispered to her as he restricted her breathing completely and as the clay hands suddenly began to assault her nipples, creating a warm suction all around her aureoles much like a lover's mouth, but over the entire area of both her breasts at the same time. The oxygen deprivation struck at her ability to meditate yet his steely words seemed to cut through the pain and pleasure and confusion. I do not know fear or terror, I do not destroy wantonly, and even you who has tried to kill I bear no hatred towards. He said aloud, before allowing her to breath a moment then renewing his hold on her throat. The bone chains now took their turn as those entrapping her ankles suddenly began to pull themselves apart, forcing her legs along with them, splaying her thighs wide apart as his hand continued it's machinations at her so recently and tenderly loved flower.
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Kalysto bit her lip, every touch to her sensitive entrance made her body jerk involuntarily. Stop this! You think the others will allow a rapist to travel with them? She managed between gasps for air. No matter much her body gave in, her mouth and mind protested. Her body was betraying, this was for sure. His touches around her entrance had begun to moisten her, little by little. His choking was making it difficult to focus on anything else. Whimpering as the clay began playing with her ample breasts. but the chains pulling her legs apart made her cry out. Gripping her katars. She couldn't bear this. Biting her lip roughly, hoping the pain would make her a bit more calm.
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Marcus paid her words little heed as he felt her body begin to betray her mind, the symptoms of her lust showing through despite the pain and her fierce determination. His fingers felt the first traces of wetness as he teased at her, and he decided it was time he show her just how lost she really was. Oh, and I suppose it would better for them to travel unaware that their was a cold-blooded murderer in their midst. He retorted triumphantly, Ready to slit any one of their throats in the night as soon as she got suspicious. His words were biting, nearly as much as the bone manacles which now dug into her ankles, forcing her legs apart as his fingers found further purchase between her thighs and he began to trail a his index finger up and down her entrance, lazily brushing over her clitoris with each pass, and giving it a gentle flick. The same could not be said for the clay hands accosting her breasts, as they did not relent a moment with their powerful suction, like trying to draw one's foot out of thick mud. They detached themselves from nipples and aureoles with an audible smack, enough to be heard and left a lingering redness.
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Kalysto looked up at him, with a evil look in her eyes. She blinked, and within that moment he was sent flying back again. A perfectly placed Psychic Hammer to the chest. Feeling her bonds loosen she pulled away and pounced on top of him, her katar to his throat. Give me one good reason why I should kill you, right here right now? She said. You tried to rape me. I don't take to kindly to that.... She pressed the katar in a little, letting him know she was deadly serious.
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Marcus was in a state of shock, he could barely believe she had managed through pain and oxygen deprivation and lust to blast him again, that psychic hammer left him reeling, and with his bone cage and other spells washing away before him and her blade pressed against his throat, he was left with only one real option, and it wasn't the most enticing one he could think of. Still, despite the position that he was in, it didn't seem to be telling on him a great deal. His smile was still that same impish grin and he had his hands up in the air, but looked like he about to do anything but surrender. Because you need me. He said, Forget that I can still maintain my Iron Maiden in this state and that if you kill me you'll almost certainly die too. It was something of a bluff, there were no guarantees he could maintain the spell at his death knell. Your efforts to kill me, your tactics in battle, you use them to hunt mages, to strike down the Prime Evils. You justify your actions just the same as my own methods. He replied, With one crucial difference, you are blind to what makes us similar, to why we all must work together despite our differences. He leaned forward, nearly pressing himself into the blade, And I know why that is. Suddenly, he raised his arms, causing them to light with baleful fire as the earth around him leapt up cover him in a protective armor of bones. He quickly followed this up with summoning a spirit to enchant Kalysto's mind, causing her greatest fears to suddenly manifest before her very eyes, played out before her like some out of body experience.
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Kalysto grabbed her head as the nightmares enveloped her. Her screams echoing off the walls of the mosoleum. As her body writhed under the torture of her worst nightmares come to life before her. She lay there, naked, writhing on the mosoleum floor. Her eyes tightly closed and her body quivering. Her screams were getting worse, blood curdling. It was almost too much for ever Marcus. Who should have been used to it.
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Marcus was on his feet almost immediately, hefting his wand and arching it towards her as skeletal hands suddenly reached out and grabbed her hands at the wrists and her legs at the ankles, pulling and pinning her into a spread eagled position. Mentally, Marcus toned down the intensity of the spell, encouraging those spirits to paint the images simply before her minds eye, rather than fully force the experience of them on her. Despite your attempts to defer the issue, He began, brushing himself off, and feeling at his neck where a slight trail of blood showed where her blade had been poised to slit his throat. You have not yet answered my question, Viz-Jaq'taar. With a subtle twist of his wand, the skeletal hands at her wrists began to undo the bindings of her katars. Tell me what you see before you, Kalysto. If you cannot answer the questions for yourself, then you will be shown them.
Thread: They say I lost my only friend

Okay, Misan doesn't do many of these things because I find the idea of spilling your guts rather...unpleasant as it sounds. I am the mediator, not the speaker. That said, I need to get this off my chest I suppose. I HATE YOU SUBCONSCIOUS. I HATE YOU SO MUCH. I had a dream where I traveled back through time. To about 1993 to be precise. I ended up buyingstealing bunches of Magic the Gathering boxes to sell for insane amounts of money later in the future. As dreams are wont to do, I sort of sped through many things. The me of the dream was not exactly me, if you can understand that. Not until the very end. I ended up back at my house the very day my cat died. I relived that painful memory over again through my dream. I held him in my hands as he passed away. I wasn't able to do that the first time. But instead of feeling like I had been there for him I realized I hadn't. He had been born in '93. This dream made me miss HIS ENTIRE LIFE EXCEPT FOR THE LAST DAY. I woke up after he had died. I was screaming in my dream but not in real life. What the hells? Why? Why couldn't I have seen him as a kitten again? Why couldn't I have I have been there when he needed to go to the vet and gotten him there earlier? Just...why that of all things? Am I not depressed enough in my life that my mind thinks I need this? It just doesn't make sense.