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Thread: Hunting the Hunter (Drac & FK)

SHe had not expected quite so sudden a change of direction, and she screamed again as the silver cut into her flesh deeper. Fucking hunter! SHe cried out as she hit the ground, turned roughly onto her back so that she was laying on her arms. She gasped as he pulled out the silver knife, and she narrowed her eyes. I don't break easy, mortal, you'll be dead before you make me suffer enough to atone for all I've done. SHe laughed in his face, but her eyes never left the blade. It was obvious that she at least loathed the idea of the pain it would cause her, even if she didn't fear it.
Thread: Hunting the Hunter (Drac & FK)

Michael said nothing in response instead he simply took the dagger and slowly cut across the top of her left breast, then down into her cleavage and back up over the right. Then he moved on and took several cuts into her right arm and then her left. He continued to make small cuts across most of her body, never deeply just enough for the silver to enter her system. Perhaps not creature, but we shall see all the same
Thread: Hunting the Hunter (Drac & FK)

Vesta screamed with every cut, struggling against the silver bindings, her back arching in pain. Every bit of silver that got into her system weakened her, and soon she would be weaker than even a mortal woman. An unhealthy mortal woman. She twisted beneath him, each time the knife cut into her flesh she contorted, her eyes turning red, then fading slowly to silver. It seemed as though the more silver poisoning she got, the paler her eyes became. Her fangs remained protracted, and she lunged for his arm a couple of times, wanting to purify her own blood with his. I will kill you for thisss.
Thread: Hunting the Hunter (Drac & FK)

In response Michael slapped her as hard as he could across the jaw, at the same time stabbing the dagger all the way through the palm of her left hand. You are in no position to threaten me demon whore! he cried out in anger. He was not usualy one for such violent methods, but her words earlier had inflamed his anger and he was raging not only at her but the truth of her words that no matter how many vampires he killed it would never be enough. They would win eventually unless something changed, he felt helpless and he wanted her to feel as he did.
Thread: Hunting the Hunter (Drac & FK)

The vampire woman screamed in agony, her back arching. She strained against the silver wire until it cut deep in her flesh. She could feel her blood spilling away, and with it her strength. She gasped and breathed heavily. Air was not necessary for a vampire, but she had always kept the old habit. It made her seem more alive to the humans that she hunted, let her get closer, just as such simple things as blinking and pretending to need to use the restroom did. She struggled as he fangs glinted in the night, seeming to draw light form the darkness. You are just weak mortal flesh. if you weren't so afraid of my kind, my words never would have coaxed you to keep me alive, even if just to torment me. If I don't kill you, another of my kind will, and they will drain you dry of your delicious, strong blood. Hunters taste nearly as good as infants you know, and have much stronger blood. It give you a high that just doesn't fade . . . not for days. Unless they are tainted, of course, like those fools that hunted me before you. Her words were pained, but that did not stop her from speaking them as she lay her head on teh ground, her long hair falling into her face.
Thread: Hunting the Hunter (Drac & FK)

You will not die today creature, I have other things in mind for you With those words he kicked her swiftly in the face knocking her unconcious. He had limited time to move her before the sun came up so he tossed her over his shoulder and quickly made his way back to his base, there he tossed her into the silver cage that every hunter lair had and waited for her to awaken.
Thread: Dark Submission (Drac x FK x Mayshar x Alyssa)

On and unknown planet in the depths of space, a dark clothed figure walked silently through the halls of his bleak and foreboding fortress. Its clinical metal walls revealing nothing of what lay outside, he paused briefly to look over his shoulder where his two guards followed. They were as dark as he, encased in powered armor of a color as dark as the blackest knight each carrying a huge plasma cannon so large no mortal man could hope to even lift it yet alone fire. However these were not mortal men, they were his Death Guards, long dead corpses animated by dark rituals and given sentience. They were utterly loyal and would die for him in a heartbeat, they never retreated and never surrendered. Satisfied that they were following he continued on his way towards the council hall. Today would be interesting, the latest attacks on the pentagon states had not gone well, two of his ancients were slain in battle. Today would be the first time their replacements had attended a meeting of the council. He looked forward to it immensely, he always enjoyed the infighting between them, the intrigues and backstabbing were a welcome diversion from more pressing matters. When one had lived as long as he you learned to take pleasure in any distraction you could find. As he entered the hall he look around, at the obsidian black table in the middle already the most senior of his ancients sat bickering, each sitting before the banner of their house that hung from the shadowed walls. He silently made his way over to his seat upon his throne crafted from the bones of some ancient creature that was long extinct that sat upon the dais that looked down upon the council floor. The ancients already present bowed and groveled before him, each seeking to catch his eye, but he was bored with them, they were the oldest and he had grown tired with all but a few of them. His mind was on the fresh meat that would soon be arriving.
Thread: Dark Submission (Drac x FK x Mayshar x Alyssa)

Lisast adjusted her raven black hair and her matching suit, trying to ease her nerves. It would be no good if she came off to the others as weak and frightened. It was hard to not be nervous, especially considering the shoes she had to fill, and where she was going... She double checked her business suit, trying to look as professional as she could. She had it hand tailored to fit around her curves, and was immensely proud of it when she finally got it home. She never really had much of a body, so she thought, but in this suit she started to think miracles could happen. Shaking her head briefly, she cleared her mind. Today was extremely important. She couldn't afford to be caught off guard here. You have to look confident here , she told herself. Reclining her head onto the seat behind her, she closed her eyes and hoped the trip would end soon. The sooner, the better , she smiled softly to herself and opened her eyes again. Eying the cabin around her, she lazily fidgeted with a small trinket from home that was hidden within a side pocket. A little while later, she heard the familiar sounds of the shuttle arriving at it's destination, and she walked to the opening door, grabbing her things along with her. With a quick look around her, she continued toward her destination with purposeful strides and beating her nervousness into submission.
Thread: Dark Submission (Drac x FK x Mayshar x Alyssa)

Alyana rested as the transport made it's way to the Council city. She rested with a hand in her hair above her head, her seat reclined and her feet in the lap of one of her consorts. She looked at the young man blankly as he caressed her thigh, massaging it. Her mind was not on him, though, it was on the coming council. Though Alyana had been appointed to the council nearly 6 months ago, this would be her first appearance there. She would see her Master again for the first time in Centuries. She could still remember his bite, and she felt the hair on her arms and neck raise at the thought of his touch. Shuddering, she pushed the thought away. She pulled her hand form her lightly tangled hair, waving at the man beneath her feet. He was nothing more than another of her weak spawn, good for only sex and service. Bring me clothes, I will not present myself to the Master nude. The man bowed his bald head and rose. As he turned form her she admired the way his fresh tattoos rippled over his muscles, and she smiled. He had been her favorite as of late. When the man returned he held a dress thrown over one arm, and a cloak, ad well as a pair of boots. She nodded and stood. The man knelt before her and held out one boot. She stepped into it gracefully, the tipped heel raising her small frame an extra 4 inches. He repeated the procedure with the next boot, then held out a thong. She stepped into this as well, and watched as he slowly pulled up her thighs. Just before he pulled it into place he left a soft kiss on the lips of her pussy, looking up at her. She ran a hand over his bald head, and he pulled the thong firmly up, the little strap slipping between her firm ass cheeks. The man stood then, and dropped the dress over her head, tugging it into place. It was a tattered looking thing, but in the way that made it look Gothic. The dress was cut low over her ample cleavage, her breasts perfectly shaped, and her hips had the most delicious swell from her small waist. The dress was off the shoulders, the sleeves long and tapering. As the ship neared the Council, the man placed her cloak over her shoulders, stepping in front of her once more to hook it with a brooch, decorated finely with a ruby in the shape of the Dracosi crest. Alyana looked up at the man and nodded to him again, and he dismissed himself from her presence, leaving her to wait for landing. SHe raised her chin as they landed and the door open, and she exited the small ship with her head held high and her shoulders back. If nothing else, all would know that she had inherited her Master's pride, if nothing else.
Thread: Dark Submission (Drac x FK x Mayshar x Alyssa)

Maxis stood bare naked in his room, the dim glow of a light shining down from above onto his skin, revealing the purple hue that sometimes shown in the bright light. His skin was normally black, like every other Dark elf, but Maxis was also Vampire, and therefore a little more pale then most other Drow. Though rather short at only 5'6, his body was that of a perfect killing machine. Every muscle that was supposed to have definition did, every movement of his body was done with tremendous precision and grace. Being one of the first generation of vampires spawed by Lord Dracosi himself, Maxis has honed the art of death down to the finest detail. Not a single person in the known galaxy was as feared as him, except Lord Dracosi himself. He let out a deep sigh, his chest rising and falling, his waist length purple hair swaying down his back. He glanced back at his bed, 3 female forms shifted and moved. If there was one thing he liked more then killing, it was sex. His prowess in bed was almost as well known as his ability to kill, almost. Most people fear Maxis when they see him, his prescence generally means death. Everyone knew he was Lord Dracosi's personal assassin, everyone knew if he was there it meant someone was going to die. Usually, the only people to see his face were people about to die, he always enjoyed the fight his targets gave him or the fear in thier eyes. Very rarely were his assassinations done without the mark knowing who thier killer was. He slowly put on his signature black and purple silk outfit. His boots pure black, the pants a mixture of black and purple silk. He covers his torso with a black tunic and purple undershirt and slings his shining purple cloak over his shoulders. He never wore armor, he never needed it. Next he reached for his weapon belt, a belt which held his jeweled encrusted vibro-rapier, a rather unique weapon for combat but thats what Maxis liked about it. On the other side of the belt, hung his most widely known symbol. A silver crafted dagger, lined with gems and intricate carvings, it was the weapon he used to finish his victims. The entire weapon, including the hilt was made out of pure silver, a substance usually very painful and deadly to vampires. Maxis was known to be immune to the substance, something very few vampires could claim, which is why he relished in using the dagger to torture and kill his marks. Maxis finally secured everything on his person and took one final look back to his bed, longing to be back under the sheets. The one thing Maxis disliked above anything else was politics, it meant nothing to him, but Dracosi had asked him to be at the council meeting today. He usually skips going to them even though the Lord always wants him present, but today he had made a special request of Maxis to attend, so he felt obligated. He let out another long sigh, and slipped into the shadows he so very much loved, heading towards the council chambers.
Thread: Dark Submission (Drac x FK x Mayshar x Alyssa)

Lisast heard the muffled giggles and turned her head quickly to the offenders, sending them a dark glare. She didn't care then how old they were. She was no one to be trifled with, at least she prided herself into thinking so. Any laughs or scornful looks were received with the same emotion, with added vigor. The woman who most likely said the snide comment turned toward her and Alyana, who she couldn't even keep an eye off of. Lisast felt a slight pang of jealousy toward her, wishing she was gifted where this woman was. The Lady Anaksis spoke then, Well Well, what do we have here, fledgelings playing at politics, perhaps you should go hide back in those holes you've spent your un-impressive lives in and leave the politics to those who actually know what they are doing. Don't they normally put old bitches down when they've outlived their usefulness? Lisast thought, glaring heavily at the other lady, refusing to even acknowledge the fact this woman was much older and powerful than she was. She didn't like being challenged and insulted, and this had to stop, lest she'd get treated like a doormat the rest of her time on the council. Before she was able to give voice to her insult, another voice interrupted. You should show our new sisters respect Anaksis, I need not remind you that your own deeds were also quite unimpressive when you were appointed to the council. the woman reproached Lady Anaksis, and Lisast couldn't hide the smirk that rose on her luscious red lips. She turned to Lady Daskai and bowed deeply. Guard yourself well fledgelings, Lady Anaksis's opinions will not be uncommon, you have much to do before you prove yourself worthy to your sisters. the Lady walks off leaving Lisast in a bit of shock, before she manages to murmur I will. Hearing a bit of commotion near her, she notices the Herald trying to get her attention. Name and Title, please. she's asked. Lisast, director of operations for New Yakuza syndicate. She nods and continues in the line.
Thread: Dark Submission (Drac x FK x Mayshar x Alyssa)

Alyana entered the line of entrants without so much as a word to anyone else. She regarded everyone the same, and paid no mind to the snickers and giggles. She had found long ago that to give any notice to the fools who mocked her was a waste of time. They would be dead soon enough. One voice, though, refused to be ignored. She turned and looked in silence, her dark eyes empty of any readable emotion as Anaksis mocked her and the other newest entry to the council. She, once more, did not bother to give the words any mind, turning her head away form the woman without a word. She continued to hold her head high, her shoulders back. She may have only come into her power a few hundred years, but she wore it well. Her attention, however was grabbed when Lady Daskai spoke. She turned not only her head, but her entire body to look upon the woman. Her eyes shifted slightly, and she looked at the woman with an edge of deference that was almost unrecognizable. Her head rose some as the woman spoke. She bowed only her head in reply, dropping her eyes slightly in the closest thing to honour she would show anyone. As the herald turned to her, she gave him her full attention, Lady Alyana Drakmoore, Grand Warlock of the Bloody Hand. She turned away form him again, her eyes forward, scrutinizing as she began to take measure of all those she now stood amongst, all those who would compete with her for the attention of the Master Dracosi.
Thread: Dark Submission (Drac x FK x Mayshar x Alyssa)

Maxis made his way through the citadel in complete silence and invisibility, just the way he liked it. Though extremely charismatic when he wanted to be, he preferred to go unnoticed most of the time. Some said his looks and gait where magical, that it drew peoples attention to him. So he found it easier to just keep to the shadows unless he wanted to be the center of attention. There were only 2 people in the entire House who he couldnt hide from, and they usually didnt care where he was. He arrives at the council chambers just as the newest members of the council arrive. They both catch his attention, which was hard to do anymore. He had been around so long, and been with so many women, most of the time they just all seemed to the same to him. But something about these two have him pause, maybe it was their fearless attitudes towards stronger members of the council. Maxis always did like breaking a women who thought she was unbreakable. He watches them exchange words with a few of the ladies, ones he has had before. To be honest, he has had all of them before except for one, Lady Kara, the cold bitch. Even thinking about her makes him aroused and angry at the same time. The only female stronger then him, the only person stronger then him, except for the Lord himself. He found that his gaze had found its way towards Lady Kara, who was starring right at him, as she she knew he was thinking about her again. They exchanged the briefest of nods, out of respect. Maxis then turned his gaze up towards Lord Dracosi himself, keeping himself hidden for now, but wondering why he had been asked specifically to attend this meeting.
Thread: Dark Submission (Drac x FK x Mayshar x Alyssa)

Liasat clears her throat as she stands, making sure the room has fallen into moderate silence, enough for her voice to carry. I will make it short and sweet, ladies..and gentlemen. I do not wish to waste anyone's time here. I've managed to wrangle most of the smaller gangs in the area under one banner. At first it was not easy, but it's been done, and the stragglers are being taken...care... of. As she says this, a small smile appears on her pale face. Now that things are back under control since I've been named leader of the syndicate in Scian, we're going to see a lot of increased profits. More profits equals more power. I'll make sure things stay that way even. I've only just come in, but I am extremely confident in my abilities. Thank you. She bows to the group and resumes her seat, eying the group, and briefly looks at Lord Dracois briefly before lowering her eyes with dutiful respect. Lady Alyana. She says softly, indicating it was her turn to present her report.
Thread: Dark Submission (Drac x FK x Mayshar x Alyssa)

Alyana rose, bowing her head first at the Master Dracosi, then at the three ancients that sat together. Her dark eyes chose no one in particular to rest upon, and yet it seemed as though she were speaking to someone directly. Though the ranks of the Bloody Hand were decimated, I have already made great strides in creating new forces. I have found a planet rich with Arcane blood, and I myself have turned more sorceresses to our side in the last month than were turned in the last three years. Though our ranks are sorely depleted, I estimate that they will be stronger than they were before the fall of Lady Malis in no more than three months. She bowed her head again, her eyes falling on the Ancient that had voiced her interest in the status of her guild for a only a moment before she seated herself. Again, she fell into silence, sitting as still as the stone her seat was made of, taking in everything, without seeming to be paying attention to much of anything. In the shadows she could feel a body, though when she searched them she came up empty. She looked up at the Master Dracosi again, watching him as the Council continued, her first test of competency completed.
Thread: Dark Submission (Drac x FK x Mayshar x Alyssa)

Maxis watched from the darkness, not really paying any attention to what was being said, but listening at the same time. He wasnt ignorant or fool hardy, but had no interest the the politics. He was a killer, nothing more and nothing less. He tried to hide his displeasure at being there when Lord Dracosi spoke to him in his mind, but he failed, as he always does at that. Yes, M'Lord. Was all he sent back to the ruler of the house, knowing it would suffice. In reality, Maxis could only think of one reason why he would be summoned so specifically to a council meeting....one of the ancients was meant to be an example to the others, someone was going to die. He didnt really care who, part of him hoped it was Kara, though he might not win that fight he couldnt help but be eager at the opportunity. Maxis noticed one of the new ancients searching the shadows, as if looking for someone. Could she possibly have known he was there? She obviously couldnt find him, but even having the where-with-all to know something was lurking showed great skill. Only Lord Dracosi and Kara were powerful enough to sense Maxis, this only intrigued him further about the new recruits. Even while the thoughts went thru his head, his body was moving into the best possible position to do the task he knew was coming. His instincts guided him to within quick striking distance of nearly every ancient, just waiting for the order. His muscles tingled with the anticipation of doing what they relished the most, bringing death.
Thread: Dark Submission (Drac x FK x Mayshar x Alyssa)

Kara nodded in response to Alyana and Lisast's reports, then glanced for just a second to Lord Dracosi who gave only the slightest of nods, so small as to be unnoticed by all but the most perceptive. Her eyes then flashed across where Maxis stood in the shadow's locking eyes with him for only a second before continuing back to the rest of the council. She stood again her midnight black armor clinking as she did so and turned to one of the other ancients. Lady Amaris perhaps you would care to brief us on your recent Intelligence gathering results Her Ice blue eyes were cold as ever but if one looked closely they would have seen a burning bloodlust behind them, it took everything she had to reign in her rage at the moment. Amaris's eyes widened and she appeared off guard but stood anyway to address the others. Our recent scouting reports have showed that not only is Armana's border defenses at its weakest in decades, as Lady Tzasahami has stated but that Kaidan fleets that would normaly be in a position to come to the Armanian's aid are well out of position at present to render such aid she stated coolly Flawless report Lady Amaris Kara replied before pausing, Except for the fact that it is a total lie! What did they offer you Amaris? Did they tell you they could save your soul? What was the price for betraying your sisters and your lord? The bloodlust in her eyes was now plainly evident but she held herself in check, this kill was not for her. Tell me my new sisters she said her eyes drifting back to Alyana and Lisast, Do you know the penalty for treason? As she spoke Amaris hissed and bared her fangs, backing away from the table towards the exit Lord Dracosi did not move from his throne but his eyes did flash to Maxis for just a moment. You know what to do