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Thread: "deliver me from evil." [ mintie&cheshire smirk ]

She was quite sure that he already knew that God's divine power would shower over him and the rest of his barbaric comrades, probably not in the same way it had come to her people, but God would fix it in due time. . Hopefully. Shaking said thought from her head when her hands tensed up, though stopped at fiddling with the ropes when he threatened with something she couldn't try to work her way out of, her ankles slid down in a guide to smooth her legs out. Legs now flat and managing to keep her balance as the ship rocked, she had never been on one of these things before, silently surprised she wasn't nauseous out of her mind and leaning over the railings. At least now the rope wasn't entirely around her ankles, just a little bit above to give them some slack, not entirely enough for her to be able to stand on her own, leaning forward slightly, wondering how in the world these grown men put up with the constant silence. Constant silence, then violence, maybe some shouting, then back to silence. Now here was the situation, a moment of trying to figure out what the Divine one would do in this situation, closing her eyes and parting her lips, Thank you. Alright, so she didn't care for him in the slightest as a person, although it was best to stay calm, this being one of the reasons she had closed her eyes, not to mention to keep herself from looking at who she was thanking, head directed toward her lap regardless. Either way, God was still going to punish them all. listulistulistu
Thread: A Goddess Scorned

Ceres, Goddess of pleasure and discord was a little more than upset. As the grains on the fields grew into wheat she still didn't get her proper sacrifice. She ruled all of Timus and Syalus and still her worshippers on both islands were a little less than pleasing. Sitting up in her chair she struck gold when an Idea came to mind. Would she scare them into obedience or perhaps self sacrifices were to be made. She was sure, but something had to be done. She took of bowl of water and dipped her finger into it. A view of young monk came to view. Ah yes he will do just fine..fine indeed.
Thread: Corrputed Combat [ Anjeru/Sanoci]

Sachie Nakamura had been living at the temple for a number of years, under the watchful eye of the trainers an adept fighter since her younger years, when she managed upon this place, she hadn't needed much training to reach the current standing knowledge of the other students. Now she was housed, and fed, and trained within the walls here. She had grown from a young girl into a mature woman with the walls- now she stood at five foot ten, weighed only one hundred and thirty five pounds, and had the figure any woman would be envious of. Long, golden threads of exquisite silk for hair, frighteningly sharp, deep forest green hue for eyes, thin, yet muscled limbs, flat, toned midriff, sharp shoulders, considerable bust and bottom the epitome of beauty in a young woman who cared nothing for her looks but craved the unending knowledge that martial arts presented her with. Sachie was quiet and meek when given her chores, her daily routine, though she was a fiery goddess when put into a martial arts match. She always gave it her all when put before a test to gauge her skills adequate or lacking. Though no more than a mortal woman, Sachie could hold her own against any man, though there was always the vague nagging in her mind that she could not handle Kain in all his glorious stature. She had no one left to look up to, to teach her ways of fighting, other than the greatest of all stationed here. That was Kai perhaps, as she saw him meditating, it was time to take a step into the unknown and truly to test herself. Master Kain? her soft voice inquired of him as she stopped politely before him. She bowed her head and seated herself upon her knees, folding her hands in her lap. She did not wish to break his concentration, or his meditation, as times of peaceful contemplatence could be hard to obtain at times. May I issue a challenge to you? she hesitantly asked after a moment, her breasts straining for a moment against the black material of her gi it was unlike a strong warrior to show hesitance. She could not appear weak to him, if she truly wanted to test herself against him.
Thread: Corrputed Combat [ Anjeru/Sanoci]

Though blissful in his sphere of meditation, Kain could immediately sense the faltering voice of one of his fellow students. Among the humans he taught for countless decades, Sachie Nakamura caught his attention as a combatant who was dedicated and in his opinion, quite attractive. Breaking his concentration, his crimson red hues glanced upon him. Personally he knew people reacted differently to his stare. Some were terrified of his demonic gaze, while others awe with interest to what most considered unknown to them. Addressing her in a powerful, but civil tone with a hint of his experience, Kanji Kain immediately spoke to his student. Nakamura-chan, I accept any open invitation towards anything combat oriented. Go to the left section of the dojo. As for the rest of my pupils, separate and position yourselves to the sidelines. This will be a treat for you loyal mortals. For how long he has remembered, Kain has undoubtedly haven't had a spar in about a decade, recalling her only seeing a fraction of him in combat during her childhood. Sure there were periods where his infamous status was truly tested, yet invaders or in this case foreign challengers were a rarity for the rough journey to simply reach his temple even for those native of the land from below. Ascending from his prone position, Sachie would be towered by the almost inhuman stature of his shadow. A eager grin was drawn to his face, psych for the upcoming spar. Motioning himself to the right, he was staying there rather calmly, before initiating a martial artist stance. For those who were high in the martial hierarchy, they would be personally familiar with the stance he was forging. Standing erect, he was facing her at a modified angle, all the while having his form tense. Next Kanji was bending his knees slightly to give him the proper balance and leverage. Raising both arms in a horizontal position, they were about six inches apart, hands in knife hand motion. Smirking, those who were senior students knew he was apparently not underestimating her, withdrawing to one of his ominous defensive stances, known as Side Clever Stance. Don't disappoint me, kid!
Thread: Corrputed Combat [ Anjeru/Sanoci]

I apologize that my knowledge of martial arts is a little rusty the terms and such elude me. Sachie was relieved for but a moment when he accepted her somewhat hesitant challenge it was then that he towered over her that her relief was short lived. The students were quick to do as Kain commanded, lining along the sides to watch what would be an almost once in a decade clash. She, too, did as he commanded and positioned herself across from him accordingly, rising from the ground and moving into position nearby. He stood tall, towering well over her by more than a foot, his shadowing nearly encompassing her entire form. I don't plan to, Master Kain, she responded when he declared for her - the 'kid' - to not disappoint him. What she said was true, she had no intention of disappointing him though she knew there was a good chance that she could not stand up to such a great opponent. By no means was he like a mortal she was only mortal, what could she really do against an opponent such as him? He took his stance and seemed to mull in the defensive, his red eyes contemplative as they roamed over her. A deep breath as she tilted her head a moment to think of what she should do first off, when he stood across from her awaiting her attack. As she stared at him, she could not help but admire his masculine attractiveness. He was a great deal bigger than any man, wide in the shoulders, and with limbs as strong as trees and yet, he stirred something deep within her womanly soul. He was by no means unattractive, quite the opposite. For his build and type, he was very attractive. She worried her lower lip with her teeth a moment, before she slid her legs apart, her right slightly behind the left. She pulled her arms in tight at her toned waist and studied a moment if she waited, would he attack out of impatience, or should she take the initiative by dashing forward now? She decided on the latter and dashed forward on surprisingly fast feet.
Thread: Corrputed Combat [ Anjeru/Sanoci]

That's perfectly alright Anjeru. There a reason I'm playing the martial artist master. Just have fun with it and do whatever you think your character would do. Hell fight like FF7 Tifa if need a fight model. She initiated their spar by assembling a combat stance and within seconds launched towards him. Contrary to popular belief, the hulkish demon was not going to disrupt his defensive stance out of pure impatience. Discipline was necessary to ascend towards such a caliber in martial arts, something that mortals took years to achieve. Considering this was a deeply philosophical practice, a person of his longevity was capable of grasping such experience under his belt, a characteristic that was going to be bestowed during this rare spar. Upholding his principles from a century in partaking his entire form in martial arts, Kanji Kain kept a stern face as she dashed forward. Your speed is impressive, for a mortal Nakamura-chan! Despite the crude mortal comment, he was sincere in that statement. Nakamura-chan was a natural when concerning her athletic prowess. Truthfully her agility was one physical trait that thus far has forged an impression onto the demonic headmaster. He only prayed she was resilience, deciding it would be well worth testing her hand to hand capabilities. Maintaining his defensive stance, he would not falter in his position. Changing his face from stern to cheerful, only those who knew Kain most started to pace backward, recalling the sinister essence of his fights. His student would soon learn why his Side Cleave Stance was to be feared.
Thread: Corrputed Combat [ Anjeru/Sanoci]

I do play a rather good Tifa, or so I'm told. Kanji Kain made no falter in his stance and made no altercation to it he held his ground, waiting for her to collide with his much larger form. Her speed and agility were her more admirable and often impressionable traits and they were not ignored by Master Kain either. In fact, she inwardly beamed from the compliment that he tossed her way, despite the underlining mortal snipet. Thank-you, Master Kain, she said with respect as she came forward on fast feet. She contemplated what her next move would be as she closed in on him, deciding just as she came within a foot of him. Sachie skidded to a complete in front of him and as quickly as she'd come forward, she flipped her attractive, agile body into the air with a mighty push of her legs, planting a hand upon his broad shoulder to flip herself behind him. She landed with a thud behind him on her talented feet, before tucking her arms in to swing her leg at the side of his arm hoping to at least knock him off balance even if only for a fraction of a second.
Thread: Corrputed Combat [ Anjeru/Sanoci]

That's good to hear xD Her graceful movements were almost the equivalent of some lesser demons in his realm, sensing with training undergone by his own tutelage, this mortal could rise to the occasion. Sure there were supernatural cases of some augmentation performed onto humans, yet only one student who is now an elder possesses such enhancements from his brutal training regiment. With Sachie going aerial, Kain was not going to treat her like a child and ultimately fight her to whatever restrains he can without murdering the gorgeous student. Shifting the motion of his hand, the demonic headmaster was prepared to counteract her acrobatic offense. The moment she planted her hand onto his shoulder like a boxer's functional jab, he shot out his left hand,bestowing a backfist from an angle. The precise counterattack was slamming towards her jaw, attempting to stagger her slightly. Compared to mortals, it was like receiving a punch from a full powered uppercut with all weight shifted into the strike. Simply put, she left herself semi-vulnerable, thus ready to make her regret her decision in the attack. Side Cleaver Stance was ominous for an excellent defense and this student would quickly remember it. If she evaded it would shock him, but it seem almost impossible from the mechanics of her maneuver. Regardless it was a spar he was silently enjoying.
Thread: Corrputed Combat [ Anjeru/Sanoci]

Am I doing okay? Sachie Nakamura had been expecting a manipulation of her move, just not that one in particular that he presented her with. He changed his stance, just a slight, to send him demonic fist into the slim woman's jaw. She was not an inadept fighter, she knew her way around a fight she had but a single second to manipulate her move to avoid his monsterous blow of strength to her face. With a grunt, she twisted her wrist, almost in a painful angle, just enough to change her position to avoid the full strength behind his blow. His back fist connected, though much more lightly than he intended and she was staggered, falling back a bit before steadying herself and landing on her feet. She turned to face him with a satisfied, sexy smirk she was definitely enjoying herself. His blow had left a nice mark on her jaw and her lower lip had cracked a tad, a small bead of blood leaking from within. Her tongue darted out to lick the blood up quickly. The fight with Kain was beginning to excite her it wasn't everyday that she came across someone that could stand against her. It didn't matter to her if he was mortal or not, the fact that he presented her with a challenge was more than enough to rile the tiger inside of her. Thank-you, Master Kain, she said again with that sexy smirk as she readied herself, lowering herself into a defensive stance. Her blonde hair hung around her shoulders, errant strands resting across her heaving bosom. Her long legs spread just a tad as she studied him for the upteenth time, contemplating what she should attempt to hit him with this time.
Thread: Corrputed Combat [ Anjeru/Sanoci]

Sorry took me a while. Sadly on a brain fart At the moment Let see what else you know from your rigorous studies in martial arts Nakamura-chan. He was beginning to understand the mechanics within her fighting tactics, yet this was a demonstration meant not only to for a rare treat for those aligned in his service for years, but for his own personal way to gauge her potential as a combatant. Though it was not known, those who impressed him enough received special tutelage from the Grandmaster himself. Sagacious on the thought of keeping it a secret, this was just a test in his opinion to judge which had the willpower and dedication to even challenge someone physically superior. The fact she issued a challenge was a good start on getting on his bright side. For now, he stood in his similar stance to await her next attempt in hindering his defensive wall that was Side Clever Stance.
Thread: Afflicted With Love (Erato and Cheshire Smirk)

It was going to be a cool if not downright cold night tonight as she placed another log into the fireplace and watched as embers flew up in a brief flurry before settling back down again. The sight of the red-orange sparks reminded her of far simplier times when the nights were warm and she raced carefree under the moon along with another trying to catch fireflies so that they could make a wish. I wish I may, I wish I might. With you I'd spend the rest of my life. She'd been young and stupid then, according to her father, full of dreams that would never come true. Young girls always dreamed of Prince Charming whisking them off to some castle in the clouds where they'd live happily ever after. Nevermind that sometimes, Prince Charming fell victim to a curse and was robbed of his titles and land, then driven away from everything he'd ever known and loved, leaving his True Love to mourn his loss albeit in secret. There was never a day or a night where her thoughts didn't turn to the one who had been her sun and moon before that terrible night when her father returned home and announced that she was never to see him again. Never to waste any more thoughts on a man who was more beast than anything now. A shame, but that's how it had to be. So she tucked her feelings away after awhile, mourning him with each dawn and sunset, wishing that the man her father had engaged her to could look different, sound different...could just BE different. Isn't dinner ready yet?Her father asked as he opened the door to their modest home, stamping the mud from his boots before shutting the door and sitting at the table where a bottle of wine and a simple goblet awaited him. Almost.Meredith replied in a hushed tone, lowering her green eyes shyly as she placed what had been prepared on the table, which didn't remain there long as her father stripped his hands of his gloves and began tearing great chunks of bread and wolfing them down. Your fiancee inquired about your health this evening. I'm sure I don't have to tell you that you ought to concider yourself lucky to have gained his attention, right?He asked in between swallowing down food. Yes father.Came the reply that she knew would please the stern and weathered looking man. Good, now hurry with that meat. I've been riding fence all day as well as patrolling and I hunger.He ordered as she flitted to the oven and withdrew the mutton roast she'd been laboring over. Her hair was a brilliant copper-red that bordered on scarlet, a gift from her mother along with several other physical attributes that gave her the impression of a lily growing in the dankest of swamps. The village had grown to be an almost opressive and dreary place since the dread infection had begun to spread. While her father glutted himself upon the meal she'd prepared, Meredith stole back to the fire to kneel and poke at the embers in the hopes to see them fly once more. Fall back through the veils of memory to happier times. I wish I may, I wish I might...Dear god, why couldn't I be your wife?
Thread: Afflicted With Love (Erato and Cheshire Smirk)

The clattering of hooves upon the cobblestones broke the silence of the night. A lone man garbed in a black traveler's cloak, face hidden behind a mesh cowl was making his way towards the small village. It was just another stop on the road for the weary nomad, yet another who'd fallen victim to the 'touch of the beast'. Displaced and unwanted, he could only hope that he'd be able to hide his symptoms for a few days so he could finally settle. But then he heard the baying of the hounds, trackers hot on his trail. A sigh of disdain escaped the man's lips as he shoved his heels into the side of his stallion, forcing the beast to charge off the beaten path and into the dark woods at a gallop. The man leaned low in the saddle, keeping himself protected from any low hanging branches. The hounds continued to cry out, chasing after the scent they'd been trained to hone in on. The trackers had spilled his blood in a previous skirmish, and now their cursed hounds would be forever in pursuit. Then the woods came to a dead end in the form of a rocky ravine, a lone charred oak tree standing before it. The man hurled himself off of the back of his mount and climbed swiftly up the tree, settling down in the crown of it's spread branches. He knocked an arrow and waited patiently, knowing the hunters would be in close pursuit.
Thread: Afflicted With Love (Erato and Cheshire Smirk)

Soon after he'd finished eating, Hector rose from the table and moved towards his room where his faithful mistress awaited him with her downy blankets and thick pillows. Now was Meredith's turn to eat as she rose from the hearth and settled at the table to eat what her father could not. More potatoes and carrots left over than roast, which was to be expected whenever scavenging over dinner's remains though the gristle and fat left over from the roast would be saved and given to the wild dog who came around this time every evening. When she'd had her fill, she silently gathered up the leftovers and moved to stand outside, waiting for the familiar shape that would slip out of the foliage and sit patiently, waiting for her to move away from the home and set the food down so he could eat. At least, she assumed it was a he, the great black canine that stared at her with far more understanding and intelligence than any beast ought to possess. But he'd never harmed her, never so much as bared his fangs at her when she sat nearby and talked while he ate. Tonight however, he didn't show. Perhaps a bitch in heat had called his attention elsewhere or maybe he'd already eaten. Waiting a few more minutes, Meredith sighed and moved closer to the bushes to place the meat out of view where she was sure he'd find it if he should happen by later.
Thread: Afflicted With Love (Erato and Cheshire Smirk)

The hounds came dashing into the clearing to be met by the song of a skilled bowman. Two arrows flew quickly from the string, their path straight and true. With a pair of muffled thuds and twin yelps both dogs went tumbling to the ground, dead before their carcasses stopped rolling. The trackers who followed in close pursuit pulled hard on the reins of their horses, skidding to a stop just out of sight. It was a dark enough night that the lurking Afflicted was completely hidden in his arboreal perch. However, the gifts his condition granted him allowed the Afflicted to see perfectly in even the darkest of places. He could smell the stench of the two men, rancid from days of pursuit with no washing or clothing changes as they attempted to get a better scope of their surroundings. They communicated in whispers, their voices barely low enough to escape Vallios' acute hearing. Their tone urgent and slightly panicked, the two men began an expedited retreat, heading back towards the main road. The man loosed a low sigh of relief then looked straight up into the sky. Slowly his eyes drifted shut and he felt his logical, human mind begin to dissolve. Shudders ran through his body, and burning pain wracked his nerves. Bones stretched and narrowed, skin twisting and weaving together in different ways until a giant black wolf was resting in the trees, sitting on it's hind legs. The wolf pounced down out of the tree and took off, moving rapidly towards the farm he frequently visited for food...Food and closure. His first, his only love still dwelled their, living in misery beneath her selfish father's rules. It pained him to see her so mistreated, but exiled as he was he knew he was in no position to intervene... That was of course, if the village still recognized him. Seven years was a long time, especially when those seven years took you from the young age of 14 to manhood. Scarred and chiseled, Vallios' appearance had been shaped by his life as a renegade. The wolf let out a low, saddened bark as it came onto the property, finding only cold meat in the spot where he usually found her waiting.