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Post by Lev on Jun 14, 2013 15:31:20 GMT -5
As she said yes, his heart skipped a beat. His blood heated and his muscles pulsed. Now, he had a reason, and this purpose was something he had never found before. He had always been running, hiding and dodging the bullet when it had come to his past, but now that a warm future was close at hand, no matter how long, he was going to live for something again. He wouldn't be an empty void anymore; no longer would he be the husk of a man. Goals and dreams were amazing thing, and Hope was even more so than that. Of course, he had no idea how he was going to do that, but he had a brother in mind that might know a thing or two about the idea altogether.
Another question came from her, followed by two warnings that he could only find as a small chance," Hoep," He removed his hand from her chin and pressed it to his chest. He could feel the beating of his heart against his skin," I haev chaenged oenly vonce ahnd It vaz noet fuer dhe bietter. If yeu caennoet loev me noew, as a maen, dhan giev me chaence fuer yeu teu try teu loev me az soemdhing moer dhan dhat," He could feel the air grow colder, but his gaze was unwavering as he pleaded with Hope.
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Post by epicchibi on Jun 14, 2013 18:51:59 GMT -5
Hope smiled he looked happy when she said yes. It made her smile despite her warning. “Who says I’m not going to love you now?” she smirked. Taking her hands to his shirt she pulled him down to her lap “I’m.. just worried on change...” she admitted, Hope was really never a fan of it. To many things you had to get used to , too many new things to learn, old things get lost and so on “I just don’t want you to loses that kind heart you have..” saying as she played with his pretty blond hair. Oddly enough she petted him like a cat and it just made her chuckle a little, Then leaning over she gave him a little kiss.
The Fog grind to itself as its flatten again reshaping reforming until it was just a small thin line. Conply un seen and un notes it slowly creeped along the ground.
Hope smiled “You you don’t have to change for me my kitten” She kissed his forehead “I love you the way you are, hidden past and scars and big heart and all” she grinned at him rather content now, they hes fine how she is and somewhat surprised he said he would change for her.
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Post by Lev on Jun 14, 2013 20:23:41 GMT -5
As she pulled him into her lap, he twisted around so that his face could see hers and so that it would be comfortable to lay there for some time if the night allowed it. He closed his eyes as she ran her fingers through her hair and admitted her fear of change. How she was worried that he would lose his heart, or so she said. One golden eye cranked open and looked up at her, he took the her idle hand and put it in his own," Chaenge iz vhat yeu maek it. I choez no loenger teu be dhe who I vaz. I choez teu chaenge, teu be diefferaent," As the fog began to seep further into the room, he closed his eyes again," Ahnd neu maetter dhe scars, siecrets, or haert... I haev teu paey dhis voerld baek, vor who I uzed teu do."
It was true. He had been free of his secrets, or mostly free of them, for the past six years. He had disappeared, for the most part, from his homeland and run. His body was tired of the tasks he was given, his mind tired of the choices he made, and his soul tired of the miserable things he did. The scars were a reminder of who he had become, and as they adorned his body, one by one, he became that much more dedicated to spreading joy through the Cirque and mending the problems that he could.
An image entered his mind, a memory from a history that he had help write. A boy, young and thin, stood before him. Wide eyed in trepidation and shivering in the gentle fall of late autumn flurries. The child closed his eyes as tears rolled down cold cheeks. Immediately, Lev jumped up, unable to bear what he knew was to appear next. After a moment, he found he was still in Hope's tent, and he attempted to cover the jolt with a wide armed stretch. Weaving his fingers, he lifted his arms above his head as back muscles shivered," Dhat iz noet impoertaent, dhough. Vhat iz impoertaent iz dhat I need teu laern soem maegics, seu dhat yeu doen't haev teu liev aloen," He smirked lightly, as his eyes gestured to the blade behind her on the shelf.
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Post by epicchibi on Jun 15, 2013 0:43:18 GMT -5
She watched him jump. She watched the muscles twitch and tensen, she saw a hint of fear within him. bitter memory hit him. It hit him hard. She rested her head against his back, letting him know she was still here and he was not alone Wrapping her arms and tail around his waist. She couldn't help wonder if she made him remember something bad? maybe, it could be.
Then the thought of him learning magic, he was going to go that extra step “Oh onces you start learning magic yu don’t stop boy...” She admitted. It was an addiction in itself really. Onces you started you can’t stop. One spell leaves to two, the and more and more. She wanted to learn a glamour spell so she could walk among the humans without being killed. “Very addicting” she looked at hre veris books, items she had collected, cores this was like one percent of what she really has. “Oh so addicting “ she sighed with a laugh. Rubbing her face. But she really couldn't shake that thought of him actually doing it. “And how would you go about doing this then?” she asked.
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Post by Lev on Jun 15, 2013 3:01:26 GMT -5
He chuckled lightly as she glanced at her collection of what Lev could only assume to be magical in origin or instruction, before she returned to him with a curiosity. He smirked, a mirth filled his features. It was rare to see his eyes full of such joy, where his mind and his memories didn't matter. Hope was a brilliant distraction from them for now, it seemed," I caen noet tiell yeu!" A full hearted laugh echoed from a deep chest as he played a little bit with Hope and patted her on the shoulder in a jestful manner," Iz a seicret, ahn!"
After his bought of laughter, he grinned warmly and looked up at her from beneath his brow," I veill teill yeu, az soun az I feiguer it out foer myseilf."
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Post by epicchibi on Jun 15, 2013 3:19:09 GMT -5
She pouted. But she wanted to know now. “Take your time” was all she told him. It was nice to see him smile or laugh for that matter. She got to see him smile once when things were calm in their work life. She hoped to see more of him with a smile. The tip of her tail twitched, She smirked and pushed the man down onto her bed. “Well now Since my dear darling has a rather handsome smile...” She placed herself on top, soon using him as a pillow “I need to find more way to see that smile more often.
The fog watched soon not too pleased with what it was seeing. Moving quicker it surrounds itself at the bases of the pillows keeping low and hidden. Eyes, clear white hollow looking eyes narrowed as it looked up. Contemplating if it should attack now or wait a little more. It waited a little more. If it wa going to strike , might as well be when they were more vulnerable than what they were now.
Her tail twitched as her wings covered the two like a blanket in a way. She was happy on how things were going. Her ears perked slightly as in thought she heard something but it was just the winds sadly. One thing she missed was the constant excitement of the world. The new modern, was too quiet and slightly a little dull “If you do learn I can always have you as my pretty asistent in my shows” she joked “But i don't sequence is rather fitting...for you...or a tutu”
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Post by Lev on Jun 15, 2013 15:11:58 GMT -5
He allowed himself to be laid out, wrapping his arm around her waist before making contact with the bed. He breathed deeply as she laid her head down, grinning while she spoke to him. It was strange to heard compliments like this, and by someone he could say he loved, without needed to shy away and be found overly humble because of questions that might be asked. With her, though an inquiry into his past might be difficult to say or describe, he didn't fear her reaction. She had made him believe that he was like her. She had made mistakes, and so had he. They could both be forgiven in time. All Lev needed now, was the time.
He watched as feathers encompassed them, their sheen a glow in the dim light of the tent. As she jested with Lev wearing sequins and tutu's, he chuckled, leaning toward her with his eyes focused on hers," It viell be peink, ahnd haev loets of seaqvuins. I viell be moest beutiful, secoeund ohnly teu yeu," He moved in for a kiss, with as much love as their first, but with no fear of how it might turn out. He could feel the center of his chest burst with warmth and hope. She was giving him so much more than love, and compliment. She was giving him a reason. She was his blessing and soon would be his everything, and he would make it so that she would know how much she meant to him, if it took all of eternity to do so.
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Post by epicchibi on Jun 15, 2013 15:44:37 GMT -5
Warm, so very warm. The kiss, his arms, feeling his heart go a mile a minute. Smiling into the love she couldn’t help but giggle at the mental image he gave her. A man of his height and his shape in something that was bright flashy and girl. She couldn’t stop. “Oh you are just too adorable..”
The fog thickened, It twisted and shaped , coiling itself around the two , a rather sharp looking shape held its places against Hopes neck. “Move...and I will eliminate the monster” A face formed in front of Lev. Masculine and yet it had a feminine touch to it. The White hollow eyes formed and there was a pale grin. Hope froze. Her claws dug into her pillow as her head went slowly back trying to avoid the thing that felt like a blade against her neck. “It took me awhile to find you again my love... took me along time...” The face formed again Rubbing Cheek to cheek with it and her. “Oh How I missed you..” it hissed bitterly.
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Post by Lev on Jun 16, 2013 3:58:50 GMT -5
Lev's eyes tore open to see an ethereal being, it swirled and twisted in it's shapes, the chill of the night brought with it as it encompassed the two of them and threatened what Lev could only assume to be Hope. He was at a loss for words when the ghostly creature's face appeared before him, it's hollow eyes filled with fury. Lev's hands lifted slowly to pull away from Hope, giving this thing the space it needed so as not to harm her. As Lev hands lingered beside his shoulders, he watched carefully as this thing moved to Hope and caressed her face with his own. It spoke to her as a cross lover, but Lev's golden gaze had yet to leave the face of this creature.
He could feel Hope tense up and move back, saw in the corner of his eye as her hands gripped the bedding beneath them. She wanted nothing to do with this thing, and as little as Lev knew of the magic world, he was prepared to do the one thing he had found worth in. He had to protect her, body, mind and honor," She iz no moenster..." He spoke coldly, lowly, but directly at this being who lacked corporeal form. Despite his weakened position, lying on his back with his stomach exposed, he had to do something other than watch Hope suffer. He had to distract this thing completely from her, so she could escape, or he could take the force of any wound that was to be inflicted.
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Post by epicchibi on Jun 16, 2013 12:35:00 GMT -5
“Aww, look at that you found another one to ruin...” The fog man started to solifie right there, jamming his foot right under Levs neck, just keeping him down. He looked weak but there was enugh force to keep a bull down. “I Oh shes a monster all right, she curses and ruins lives all that are around her..” The fog man said. Pulling Hope back his arm just extended but the blade was still solid. Hope hissed rather angry “You gave up your being for this?” her claws ended up taking one of the pillows with her when she was pulled away.
The man, the fog man was toned, he could be mistaken for a man or woman depending on the lighting. His hollow eyes gleamed with great joy at her words “Why yes, yes I did, I would have to thank your devil friend you know, she was a real doll the knife slowly sliced a little bit of her flesh letting blood spill. She didn’t flinch, she was used to this kind of thing “Oh poo, no reaction” he pouted. Hope looked not amuses but she had a slight worry “Do what you like to me, but leave him out of this..” The fog man wrapped himself around hope smiling more and more twisted than before “Oh but my dear, I think he should watch” there was a sound of glee in his voice.
“He can watch as his lover gets skinned alive, your skin will come back, and I’ll keep skinning you so I can have many many many of your lovely scales...” The knife went to her cheek , as the cut on her neck closed up. “Or I can just dirty that pretty little face body of yours as I skinn you..” Hope was not pleased. There were too many variables at hand. Lev would get hurt, if she tried to change form, she would squish him And she didn't want that. She cant breath fire on this thing Lev would get hurt too. No matter what she thought of He would get hurt somehow. Wiggling she thrashed about, hissing at the frustration that she couldn't think of anything to do. She looked at Lev sadly, she had no clue on what to do.
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Post by Lev on Jun 16, 2013 14:55:19 GMT -5
The pressure against his collar bones wasn't great enough to break them, but was definitely strong. Still, he would not move until the blade was removed from Hope's throat. He glared at the misted man, eyes tracking it with every movement it made and burning with every word it spoke. He couldn't become furious now, though. Not while a precious thing hung in the balance, not while the only living thing in the world that accepted him for who he was had a weapon against her skin. She hissed an inquiry to him that caused a reaction that infuriated Lev.
As he answered her question, the creature let the blade bite her, sliding the weapon across her skin. Lev's eye moved from the life force that now dripped from her throat, and back to the creature now found demon. He still didn't know how he was going to stop it, but he had to try. Hope had even gone as far enough to protect Lev with the only thing she could offer, to plea so the demon would not bring harm to him. Lev had a very different image in mind, however. He could not hurt something that was not real, something that could choose to be solid or mist. He could be harmed by it, and the idea he had in mind would utilize that as his one means of helping Hope. If she was not bound, she could use her magic, and while Lev would become the shield, she could strike.
The thing coiled around her and brought his own image into play, and the cut on her neck sealed. Lev's eyes found hers, confused but asking a silent question as the mist created ideas to amuse himself, only to find a sadness within them. Could it be that she could heal herself? Was it her immortal nature that did so? The most important question of all was, could she be killed by this demon, or at all? Lev couldn't wait for an answer in her eyes, however, he would do what he had to in order to help Hope free herself," Vhoeld noet it be moer toertiure to deistroey vhat she loevs?" His voice a low growl, a strange look in his eyes. A stern nature, a cold-hearted nature, that was unseen in him before," Teu liev a thousaend yaers knoeving dhat it vaz her faeult?" He didn't doubt that Hope would be confused, and he ground his teeth as he hoped she would lash out at what he said. It might hurt her now to say it, and to think of the future that Lev was providing to this demon, but it was that pain that would prove what Lev said a reality. He could take a blade or two, a lions claws caused much more damage than that, and he was depending on this creature believing he was human enough to die at a single strike.
Suddenly an idea popped into his mind. The blade that Hope had showed him. He didn't dare to look at it, but he knew where it sat, and it was within reach. This creature spoke of how it wanted her scales. Just as her story had told. The spirit bound within that short, Chinese sword might be enough to harm an ethereal being. If it was a ghost that he was, then he chose what was solid. Would not a blade from his past so long ago bring manifestation? It was a shot in the dark, but Lev at least had an idea of what he could use as a weapon now, if it came to him being cut clean through," She saed she voeuld vait foer me. Vhat proemise did she maek yeu?"
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Post by epicchibi on Jun 17, 2013 1:24:24 GMT -5
“Xow , No ..please...” she already could not live with losing another one. The Fog man turned to look at Hope responding to that name “You-” he packed hand her with the knife across her face. Bleeding, she looked down, her hands twitched to the pain. Xow Turned his head towards Lev. His neck stretched over, looking the man over, sizing him up in a way “Huh, she did better in finding someone with looks..” Xow was not amused at all really. “You honestly think I’m going to fall for the oldest trick in the book boy, you're a millenium too late. Grinning wickedly his foot wrapped around the man neck and hoisted him up, then throwing him over to the side. His leg broke off into a part twisting and shaping forming a collar and ball and chain. “You can stay there and watch then.”
Hope groaned as the knife mark slowly closed back up. It stung this time “Leave him alone Xow... leave the mortal alone..” she hissed. She had a meansss in her eyes as she glared at the monster what uses to be. There was a laugh a deep cold cackle really. His face turned from one way to the other. “Oh my dear, sweet, sweet, sweet!” He throw her to her bed. Stabbing the knife in her chest as he did so. Letting out a shrill shriek, she turned. More blood. More hot blood pouring from her, again, Never, ever will she get used to a blade cutting her skin. “Oh stop whining, I Missed your heart, cores it wouldn’t matter, you can’t die anyway.” He said glumly.
Xow slowly started to solife. Braking apart from his body that bound Hope. “ Lev was it?” he asked. The og mans body looked that human, for now, the being of him on hope split and twisted into shackles pinning Hope to her bed place. She laid there gasping, sobbing, her poor robe was now reder and socked. “You asked what she promised me..” he chuckled amused by the silly question “She promised me the stars, and the heavens, she promised me her bosom and body, her tears her blood, her whole being really..” He kneeled over her, pushing the damp cloth away from her pretty stained skin “Oh look at your skin..look how its stained with this nasty wetness, tut tut tut” Sitting he grinned, a finger catching a small drop. Bring it to his lips he licked it grinning “Oh how i missed that sweet deadly taste..”
“X-xow..” she panted, she could feel her breath grow shorter and shorter “Why...” tears fell as she looked up , as she saw what uses to be a sweet man. Xow looked at her grimly like he really had no room for pity in her or sadness. Only room enough for hate, and anger and lust. “Because you were better than me, Because you my dear lovely apprentice, surpassed the master. The Emperor wanted you by his side, not me..” his hand grasped the knife turning it one way to the other. Hope shrieked and thrashed about wanting him to stop. her tail flicked and smashed against her side table and genst the stack of books. Xow shoved the knife down deeper then slowly started to pull down, opening up the wound he had started. “I began to resent you, my dear, no matter how much I enjoyed tasting you sweat and sweetness..” That gave him a thought. Riding her until she slowly stopped thrashing about , she layed there, exhausted and exposed. Pulling the knife out he tossed it to the side and it just turned to fog again. Xow looked to Lev again “How abou show boy? You seem to enjoy watching her enough, this can be her final show” Hope groaned.
Slowly, so slowly the insides out started to work on healing. Blood poured out more and she felt weak. her hand reached for Lev, but it wasn’t going anywhere. Fog man bent down “A final show for him and a final performance with me” he hissed. Crashing down on her lips, Rushed and hungry, there was no love in this, only hate and lust. Her hand twitched, feeling heat pressed against her, feeling a wetness lick up the blood. Hands fumbled over the imitations on what would be bosoms. Blood painted her skin as he toyed and played with her.
All she could do was cry, all she could do was lay there and breath weakly as she was being raped and violated. All she could wish was Lve not watch, and no harm would come to him, just let this monster she uses to love do what he wanted and go. “Who could ever love a tainted and disgusting thing like you now my dear?’ Xow whispered in her ear.
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Post by Lev on Jun 17, 2013 2:58:45 GMT -5
He hadn't been surprised at all that the trick hadn't worked, but this Xow had known he had the upper hand from the start. Limb gripped Lev's throat, lifting him up, and strong hands reached out to grab nothing but air. He struggled to breathe as gravity played it's part, alongside the tension around his neck, gasping through clenched teeth. He hadn't been lifted long until the demon had tossed him aside, an archaic confinement shifting from his misted limb and imprisoning him. Lev's first instinct was to jump up from the ground and lunge at the shadow, whether he could bring harm to it or not, but there must have been some magic value on his shackles. He fell to the ground, flat on his chest, unable to move the piece that held him back.
Unable to do much more, stability had swept over him. He got to his feet, muscles tense and blood racing. He became a statue as his vision moved nowhere, save straight ahead. His skin was hot and still with silent fury but his eyes, his eyes were filled with chaos. His sight were unwavering on Xow, as pupils tapered, and his mind filled with the echos of their voices. He threw Hope on the bed. Lev knew what was coming. No women was attacked on a bed without one strong intent that burned in the heart of her aggressor. Her screech reverberated off of the walls of his mind. He chided at her as if she were an infant. He was playing a game that he knew he could win.
The foul thing then addressed Lev, to which the dark skinned man made no movement, save the deep breathing that had risen and fell in his chest. Amber eyes did not move to see him, but he heard the devil quite clearly. All of the things that Hope had promised him, her whole world, and he would do this to her. He would steal from her everything she had offered, and for what prize? As he had said on his own, it would be impossible to kill her. What could he gain from this, save for the ability to speak of his accomplishment, but to whom? Xow turned away and found his attention on Hope again, lapping up the taste of her blood on his finger.
Lev's eyes had not moved, but as Hope had continued to be tortured, his vision tunneled. The sound of her flesh tearing, her pain, and his sickness, filled his mind. It echoed within him. It imbedded into his soul. The last thing he could see was her hand reaching out to him, before his sight faded to black. There was nothing in front of him, and nothing behind him. He was in a world of darkness, a world that was a choice presented to him. His features were dead of emotion, though his muscles still coiled with tense energy. He was gone, eyes empty, and in another world. A world surrounded by the sounds of Hope's soft voice in pain, the sound of her soft breath as she struggled, and the vile, final words spat out by the enemy. Were there not more purpose in life than love, then the revenge of a killer, born again with a guardian's soul.
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Post by epicchibi on Jun 17, 2013 4:50:50 GMT -5
A few hours went by. More than enough time for hopes new wound to heal up a little, just enough for the bleeding to stop really. That took alot out of her, just to do that one thing. From the last time if she was out of energy she would have reverted to her normal true self. But her tent prevented that, It was a new enchantment she had worked on over the winter. She did not people knowing what she was if she fainted from a performances, or to someone walk in when she was well her. All the tents were like that really. it was a good safety precaution too. Just in case she didn't squish anyone in her size.
Xoi changed yet again. This time to his true form, oh glamour how this pocher loved it. This was Pevin. Pevin D. Mortin. And he was a fairy. Yes a fairy but not just any ordinary fairy. He was an Unseelie, evil to the core. And he enjoyed two things. Money and getting into the minds of others and make them feel inferior. Pevin had spent generations trying to catch this elusive Dragon, oh the last dragon, she will catch a pretty penny really. Dragon scales for the old arts, the fangs or healing remedies and don't get him started on the hair. There was another thing he loved to, and that was sex sadly. Could be his own downfall, but how could he not? Finishing up he was covered in the beast blood. Looking to the side with his lazy eyes he smirked “ Welp looks like you're broken aren't you there fella?” Sad sap he thought, who well off to work then.
The fog was his cover really, he had spent months watching the dragon, snooping in her things reading up on her journals or reading the veris memories each of her items had. “Oh you silly thing, you actually bought that wick of a lie?” asking Hope. She laid there lifeless. “Huh must have passed out..” Looking at himself he groaned “I over did it...again” he sighed, lapping up the blood from his fingers and arm Pevin shuttered “Oh thats lovely stuff..” Walking over he undid the shakils and pound her hands and feet together. “Don’t forget the gag” he sang. Hold Hopes head he brushed the hair from her face “Such a pretty thing, and fun to mess with..” reaching up he took her precious blade that she cherished so well. He stabbed her a few more times, just to get her blood flowing gain. Flinching and whimpering she wanted to rip this mans face off. “Sorry dear but i need your blood.”
He ripped her robe off. sopping up the blood and walked on over to Lv, whistling hse set to work. Covering the mans hands , arms and face with the blood “There, lets see how your ring leader likes this, killing your poor girl..” Clapping his hands he licked his fingers again. Working on covering up his tracks. Lev was going to be the one responsible for this rather bloody mess. The blade landed in front of lev with a clatter.
Pevin walked over to the edge of the tent cutting enough fabric to wrap and cover Hope. He did not want her going draggon as soon as he walked out with her. If she did he was good as dead really. “Well boy it was nice chatting with you, but I’m taking your... well no my lovely dragon and getting out of here.” Picking hope up she squeaked “Oh if only i didn't have to sell you..” And out into the night he went. Further and further he went the weaker the bods on Lev were. Just weak enough, for the man to break free.
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Post by epicchibi on Jun 23, 2013 5:18:47 GMT -5
(*rolls in the nothing-ness* )
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