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Post by Mara Tolmach on Jun 23, 2010 0:15:14 GMT -5
Leviathan chuckled as Lucifer yelped at her viper's bite. She hoped that got her message across loud and clear that she wouldn't allow Lucifer to get Satan. Almost as if on que, her brother stormed in which caused her heart to race. However, it soon dropped to her feet when he asked where she was. 'So, he did find her. I better get her far from here so that Satan doesn't notice she's here' she thought sliding away quickly before anyone could notice she was gone. Putting on her 'Mara' persona, she approached the young girl. "Boy, that man is really scary" she said softly and sweetly, a tone she used with her false persona.
"I do know a safe place away from all of this, and I know we just met, but I can tell you're scared really bad" she continued, glancing at the raging form of her brother. It would be over her dead body that they would be together, and she'd go through whatever she must to get to her goal.
"If we don't hurry, he could hurt us, follow me" she said with a gesture to follow her lead. She would soon lead Yaten to a place where they couldn't be disturbed. She had no plans to kill her sister, she wasn't that kind of a monster. She would however torment her, make her feel as low as she did whenever Satan gave Lucifer the attention she so desperately craved. She let a wicked grin cross her features as they arrived to a desolate place save for a great tree standing near by.
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Post by YATEN MUDO on Jun 23, 2010 0:54:08 GMT -5
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"Y-yes, he is..." Immediately, Yaten got a bad feeling about this girl. Lucifer wanted out-- she knew this was a trap, she was kicking and screaming inside of Yaten's mind. She wanted to be free to fight, but no... the girl had too much of a hold on her conciousness. When did she get so strong? Was it fear keeping her there? That had never stopped her from passing out before.
Without being given room to protest, she found herself being pulled along. Yaten struggled for words. "Sh-shouldn't we... stay? Won't the witch be upset?" the poor girl really had no idea what was going on. She didn't know who Mara was, who Leviathan or Lucifer were-- who Wrath was.
She was innocent in the vicious love triangle, but Lucifer was not. She stopped as soon as Mara had and put a hand do her head. It hurt so terribly bad... She put boths hands to it and tried to massage her temples, tried to put pressure on her skull, but it still hurt.
Why?
Something inside of her felt like it was being torn apart as Lucifer forcibly ripped her way through the girl's conciousness and a gust of wind blew away the persona of the girl, leaving Lucifer in her daimon form. Red eyes settled on the woman in front of her. "STAY AWAY FROM ME! they were currently out of earshot from the other guests, but it wouldn't have matter. Lucifer would have yelled at her sister regardless.
"You have no right! a gentle breeze blew, a warning that Lucifer was prepared to attack and defend herself if need be.
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WORDS - 301
NOTES - DUN DUN DUN.
TUNES - nightwish - the kinslayer
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by Mara Tolmach on Jun 23, 2010 1:11:06 GMT -5
Leviathan smirked as Lucifer showed herself. They were both alone, and she would enjoy this very much, getting even with her little sister for taking what was hers. "So, the vain little peacock finally decided to come out to play at last" she hissed out, shedding her human form. "Oh, I have every right in the world to exact my vengeance and rage on you, sister dear" she said, ice needles appearing between her fingers as she threw them towards her sister to distract her while she summoned a large ice cobra to come from behind her sister to coil around her body and restrain her. She didn't want to play fair, not when she had so much anger that has been boiling within her heart for so long.
"Had you known your place, this would have never happened. Had you not taken what should have been mine, we could have no bad blood between us, hell we could have been friends" she said in a venomous voice. She moved a bit closer to her sister, the ground freezing beneath her feet.
"Now, to clear the air, I never meant for you to die, I feel really bad about that whether you can believe that. I wanted to make you feel as awful as you have made me feel all these years" her voice shaking with anger, despair, and conviction. "However, that doesn't mean I will spare you any pain tonight. I will cut up that pretty little face you take so much pride in that Satan wouldn't look twice at you" she growled, "then you will have some iota of an idea of how I've felt all these years."
With a small move of her hand, an ice dagger appeared as she finally got close to her sister. She placed the sharp tip against her sister's cheek and dragged it down as slow as she could. "I hope this hurts" she hissed as she saw some blood coming to the surface of the injury she had caused.
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Post by YATEN MUDO on Jun 23, 2010 2:05:02 GMT -5
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"Heh... no wonder he doesn't love you," the girl grimmaced as she was restrained but made no move to break free. "You're always so bitter." As she felt the ice start to dig in, her eyes widened and she screamed loudly, fighting against her restraints. What she would have given for her brother's ability of fire...
The wind began to pick up into a fierce gust and a whirlwind started around the girl, meant to push her sister away. She couldn't let her face be scarred. And she couldn't let this human girl suffer just because her sister was vengeful. "You have no idea what I've been through in my life as this human child!" she screamed as the ice shattered due to the high pressure of the wind- the force propelled her back and she was all too happy to soar up out of her sister's reach.
"Don't you understand?! No matter what you do to me, he's never going to love you!" she knew the words were the truth, and she also knew that hearing them was the worst thing that could happen to Leviathan at this point.
The girl braced herself, summoning high powered winds to encircle her body incase more ice was summoned-- but she did not lash out at her sister. No, speaking to her would be all the damage she'd need to cause to get her point across.
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WORDS - 250
NOTES - DUN DUN DUN.
TUNES - nightwish - amaranth
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by BILLIE MARIE STRAUSS on Jun 23, 2010 2:05:49 GMT -5
  Lizette felt her enjoyment fall as she heard the voice of her damned brother calling out to her, speaking in a careless way as only he could. Her eyes flickered to him, to the food slipping down his chin, and she chuckled darkly. ”I’d pay more attention to what I put in my mouth if I were you, brother,” she said coldly, though a smirk remained in place, just noticeable in the corners of her lips. ”You might accidentally swallow something you don’t mean to let in.” He seemed to forget that she was also extremely proficient in poisons, and that, if she chose, that food that was overflowing from his mouth could be laced with it. Something pulled at her eyes, then, drawing them off of the bastard Mammon. Could that be..? Lizette smiled when she caught sight of Lucifer (though somehow, she could feel, not Lucifer).
Out of her siblings, Beelzebub had possibly enjoyed Lucifer the most. Their temperaments were close enough that she was able to actually enjoy being in the daimon’s company. She was glad that, after being lost from her hell, she was able to see her sister again. The girl moved strangely, however. Unlike Lucifer’s confident gait. She looked rather like she were trying to avoid attention. Lizette decided to wait before speaking with her; she wanted to know exactly what was wrong with her, first. Her eyes moved, instead, to a boy standing by a table near where Lulu was now perched. He looked half-starved, his eyes sweeping over the feast eagerly. A devilish grin appeared on her face.
She crept out of her place near the shadows to stand beside Chase, observing the way he watched the food. ”Why are you waiting?” she asked gently, her voice a soft coo in his ear. She was sure that, especially with her proximity, his hunger was beginning to bubble angrily in his stomach. She rested her hands on each of his shoulders, enhancing the pull.”You should dig in. When will you be offered a feast like this again? Take advantage of it,” she purred. She could feel how his hunger would claw at his throat, begging him to give in to a binge, to just take one bite, and then let a frenzy begin.
A rush of heat hit her back as she tempted the boy, making her shiver, and she sensed her brother behind her, creating an angry, fiery scene as he often did. Something seemed to have really pissed him off this time, by the feel of it. But Lizette was uninterested. She stayed with her hands on the boy, lulling him into her sin.
Billie shrieked as a lantern near her head caught fire, using a hand to shield herself both from the heat of the flame and the heat that was rolling off of this newcomer in waves. She had dropped her desserts, scared out of her mind. What was with this people?! There were wolves, and albinos (at least that girl looked like one), and freaks with black eyes and flames jumping off of their skin?! Not to mention how many people seemed to be limping into the gathering. What had these people done to get so beaten up?
She sprinted to one of the tables, crouching behind it and trying to be invisible. The blood on the wall should have been enough of a warning for her to stay away. She wished she had listened to her instincts.
Billie's Outfit: Here
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Post by eleni on Jun 23, 2010 6:07:27 GMT -5
It was, in literal, a bloody invitation - the words dripped dark and red, slithering like tiny baby snakes down the rough, damp wall of the cave Kato Yukimura currently stayed at by night. It was no ordinary invitation, duh, but that did not give the thirty year-old incubus the sprinkle of hope he had been praying for ever since he found himself stranded on this goddamn island. Instead, all it did was stab a dagger full of worries into his stomach, leaving him to bleed a deep puddle of depressed anxiety; there were only so much surprises he could take from some unknown island of total primitivity, and he was too certain that at least half of them were nothing but delusions (you know what, name change - this was now, to Yukimura, anyways, known as the Delusion Island) forged in his mind - he had probably lost around eighty percent of his marbles just by trying to stay sane in said Delusion Island. Ironic much?
Now, however, he was pretty much convinced that his sanity had run off somewhere - it just could not be possible that he would wake up on the wrong side of the cave (he always, always fell asleep with his stomach to the ground, not his back) and have what happened to be fresh blood landing splat splat splat on his forehead. Nope, nu uh. Either that or he was officially a victim of schizophrenia. It did not help that said splat splat splat felt real, too - more real than he would have liked; not only was he experiencing visual hallucination, but he was also experiencing a serious case of sensational hallucination. And if that wasn't enough, he could fucking smell the blood, not to mention hear it splat right on his face. It trickled down, dying an eyelash velvet crimson as it slid down the side of his nose. Yukimura bit his lower lip harshly - no way was he going to let himself taste the shit.
But, just as if something - perhaps a rhinocerous, or maybe even a woolly mammoth - had rammed right into his back, the incubus let out a distubringly distressed cry, one hand pressing down on the ground to push his thinning body up, the other reaching up to wipe the dark red substance off his face, careful not to let even one nanometer of it touch his lips. What the fuck was he doing, mucking about like some hormonal schoolgirl on her period? There was going to be a fucking feast - how long had it been since he had an actual, proper meal? If somehow surviving on the Delusion Island didn't steal his marbles from his mind, then his personality did.
He went, naturally, though not before taking a quick (you know, just in case of stalkers or even 109 year-old pedophillic vampires) shower in the waterfall nearby. It was a party, wasn't it? And if he continued to treat this as a normal, not-so-suspicious party (after all, it was only thrown by the witch... not that that managed to slow down his hyperactive beating heart), then he was going to make sure he attended it just like a normal, not-so-suspicious incubus would. In other words, he was going to look his best... even if meant washing his clothes - including his favourite scarf - and leaving it out to dry, which basically resulted in three boring hours of waiting. Still, when he was finally clothed again, he nearly stripped every thing off for even more drying - his clothes were still a little wet, but that was enough to have it all stuck to his skin like glue.
Ah well, no use crying over spilt milk - nobody would hear him, and knowing himself, he would probably climb under a rock and stay there for eternity if somebody did happen to hear. He left the cave, trudging as quick as he could to the village ruins, occasionally tripping over a rock or even air itself. He was only in it for the food, really - just a bit of rice, maybe some caffeine, would be enough to catapult his energy from zero to at least seventy. Plus, he wasn't looking forward to being punished by the island's witch - even a simpleton would choose food over his supposedly agonizing powers.
The second he stepped in, however, he almost stepped back out - he almost did; if it weren't for the witch's warning, he would definitely have. The entire place was a kingdom of chaos - no, not a kingdom, it was a zoo. Incubi, succubi, humans, even vampires and shifters and others he couldn't recognize were all there, cramped in the same space, breathing the same air, sharing the same feast. Maybe his anxiety was right, after all, maybe he was really hallucinating, maybe this whole island was a delusion and he was, in reality, just lying in some mental hospital with ropes fastening his limbs to the metal bars of a tiny, uncomfortable bed -
Dude, stop it. He shook his head. There was no benefit in freaking out, but there was benefit in getting some food, maybe even meeting a few of his own species - hopefully they could accept an incubi who disobeyed the sexual stereotypes that he was supposed to harbour - at least, in the minds of humans. So in went the gush of air through his nostrils as he inhaled deeply, and out it came as he headed towards, for once, an unplanned, completely instinct-based direction.
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Word count: 955
Muse: 10/10
Muse's outfit: right in the middle
Music: Say You Love Me Again - HIT-5
Notes: This was rushed, so it's not good language-wise.
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Post by LUCAS BLAQUE on Jun 23, 2010 9:17:58 GMT -5
n e r o
He'd kept himself calm, standing by Lilith rather than tearing into the crowd of people like he wanted to. Nero could taste their colourful blood in his mouth already. So many races, so many flavours. His throat emitted a grunt. One would think he was a vampire...the way he thought about blood. Nero never swallowed the blood, he simply liked the taste...it gave him a heady feeling of power and control, having one's blood in his mouth.
Looking to the side, dark red eyes moving over his lover, he felt a tinger of desire twist in his belly. He'd given up on waiting for his lust for Lilith to fade, long ago. He'd come to terms with that fact that he would always want the blonde witch.
His attention was torn from his lover when Wrath made his way into the party. That daimon knew nothing about subtlety. The large body of the wolf tensed, muscles bunching together as he prepared for attack or defence. Nero didn't like that Lilith was summoning all of these daimons, though he enjoyed the idea of chaos.
He felt a poke at his side, and the voice of a young female. The wolf turned dark eyes on her, bit her leg and then shoved her aside using merely his head to push with. Having Wrath as a distraction was the only thing that saved the girl from losing an arm or a leg.
A snarl pulled his lips back as Lilith stepped forward. Nero moved with the witch, making sure to place himself a step ahead of the blonde. Dark red eyes were locked on Wrath, daring him to try something....anything.
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Nero's cousin was itching for a fight, but he wasn't going to risk Shaun by joining in. He picked up the smaller boy, a few handfulls of food, and the moved to put as much distance between themselves and the festival as possible. The tarot shoppe wouldn't be a safe place to be now, it was too close. So the shifter headed for the caves.
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The calm in Lilith's tone and demeanor only managed to anger Wrath further. The gras beneath his feet now not only curled at the heat, it turned black, sifting away to small piles of ash.
Wrath was unaware of anything but Lilith, and then that large wolf that stepped up to stand where the witch was standing. Maybe setting the witch's precious pet on fire would wipe that calm mask off Lilith's face.
Two new siblings?
He let his senses delve into the crowd, and caught glimpses of power from some of his siblings. Wrath did not have time to greet them. He would do so later if he felt the need for it. The daimon noted as the witch pointed at something behind him, but didn't bother looking. Gluttony's power was somewhere nearby, so the witch was probably pointing at her.
"I don't care what you have or have not stumbled over. Where is Lucifer?!" another handfull of lanters burst into flame as his voice rang out. He clenched his fists at his side, the fire from the lanterns reflecting off the ebony of his eyes. The ground gave another tremble, causing some of the bottles and glasses at the buffet to fall over. He caught the scent of wine and beer, but it didn't matter.
Wrath had come here to find out where his dearest sister had been taken to. Once that was taken care of, he could focus on everything else.
The circle of ash expanded around him, as his anger and impatience grew in potency. He wasn't getting his answers quick enough.
He wasn't sure what made him turn around, but he looked behind him just in time to catch a glimpse of someone who looked like Envy and a flick of albino-white hair. Ebony eyes widened, then turned to slits once more. He left the witch and wolf's presence without a word, hurrying after his two sisters.
Soon enough he burst right into a fight between Envy and Pride. He felt a surge of relief when seeing Lucifer's face, then his skin heated again out of anger as he looked at Envy, "What is the meaning of this?"
l u c a s & c l a u s
The Blaque twins and their lovers arrived at the party a little late, but "late was better than never" Lucas had stated just before they arrived in the lit up area. They had felt a few minor earthquackes as they made their way over, but wouldn't panic unless the ground shook a little harder.
The twins' stomachs grumbled in unison as they caught the food's scent. However the smell of smoke and the heat radiating from deeper within the party distracted them from the feast. Identical gray-blue eyes widened as they saw the display taking place not too far from them.
Maybe coming here had been a bad idea after all.
They would have gone to greet to witch, made sure he or she knew they had attended, and then left again. However, luck was not on their side on this night. The witch was in fact directly involved in the chaos that was threatening to break loose at any moment.
c e r i s e
Cerise had been nibbling on some of the food, trying to hide just how hungry she'd really been in the last week. The storm had kept her from gathering food the way she'd done when the weather was nice, and the storm hadn't been gone long enough for her to properly fill the gaping hole in her belly.
The Succubus was about to bring another piece of food to her mouth when she head a familiar voice coming from nearby. Cerise turned to see Channler's profile as she spoke to the witch. She was going to keep her distance, didn't want the girl to become attached to her...however when she saw the fear in the human girl at the sight of the wolf Cerise had warned her about...she simply couldn't keep away.
She placed the food in her mouth, chewed and swallowed as she made her way over. A slender arm slipped about Channler's waist, and Cerise was starting to draw the girl away. She gave the witch and wolf each a polite smile and nod of her head before drawing the brunette completely away.
"I wouldn't advise making any sudden sounds or movements around Nero..." She didn't mean to scare the girl any further, but she simply couldn't let the girl get hurt due to not knowing how to behave around Nero. Her lips were close to the other girl's ear as she spoke, "I'm glad I found you in this crowd, cheri.
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Cerise wasn't trying to be charming or romantic, it was simply part of the way she was. The succubus was very physically and verbally affectionate with everyone she held a liking for.
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ooc: jebus christ XD finally done this monster.
note: edited wrath's post!
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Post by Mara Tolmach on Jun 23, 2010 16:35:31 GMT -5
"You selfish little liar!!" she yelled at Lucifer, summoning another snake, bigger than the last, but before she could, Satan appeared. "We're settling an old score that's been brewing for a long time. You see, our little sister here has caused me nothing, but misery and suffering since she was born. I will no longer let her get away with it without paying her back ten fold" she said, her anger and pain evident in her voice as she spoke.
"Ever since she came into being, she's taken what should have been mine. I loved you first, Satan, and yet, she took you from me. Tell me, why am I not good enough!?" she cried out, wanting to know the answer to the question that has haunted her for far too many years. Deep within her mind, she decided right then, depending on he says next.
If he felt nothing for her, then she would destroy them both. How could she let them live and love when she couldn't? She waited with bated breath hoping that perhaps she stood some chance even if her subconscious mind knew the truth of it all.
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Post by SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS on Jun 23, 2010 17:06:20 GMT -5
Jaeger clasped her hand against his chest, before letting go. The feeling, rejection, stood on his face, still as a statue. This bitch had won, this sudden woman had came over and stole someone who he was just trying to talk to. He'd be lying if he said he had no interest in her, that's for sure, but to have her go so quickly. It usually woulkdn't of been such a big deal to him; perhaps it was just the shock of a girl doing it. But usually, he was the one snatching away chicks from other guys. He wasn't sure how to feel about it. Giving a weak-handed wave, he nodded to what she said, sighing. Perhaps he still had some kind of chance.
"Yeah, another time.", he said faintly, not sure if he meant it. He sighed, feeling rejected, as he took another swig of beer and dissolved into the crowd, his mind still centered on Talbot.
Running to the darkened forest surrounding the party, he stripped off his expensive clothes and shifted, before prancing back into the party next to a girl, with hair as red as bricks. Cerise, he thought as he panted wildly in front of her, his mind cleared of Talbot.
Quickly, Shane began spitting out the food, while it was already swallowed; before remembering that poison had no effect on him and she's tried this before. Burying his face into his palm, he looks up, exchanging a hate-filled glare with Lizette before focusing on something else. "Bitch.", he spoke, accompanying it with the flick of his middle finger before standing up to observe the escaliting fight. He scanned over Lilith and Nero's face for there expression; he couldn't really tell, being that Nero was in wolf form. Well, his tail isn't wagging, he snickered to himself, not really caring what the shifter thought.
He stared in awe, at the exploding lanterns of fire and the artillery of ice serpents launched at the small girl, who didn't even have the slightest idea she was a daimon. It's like a fucking soap opera, he thought, half-ashamed to even know what that was. It always was with these three, and he only liked two of them. "Time to pick sides.", he said to himself, as he stepped in. While he cared, to some extent, for both his sisters, his hatred for the arrogant Satan exceeded that. Seeing that their powers were getting abit out of hand, he thinks he can still sort of conserve his identity.
He slid into the three fighting, pushing Satan back. "Wow, bro, I think you're on Shine or something. Step back.", he said loud enough so the humans could hear and still think him normal. Twisting his head to an inhuman degree, he stared at Satan with blank white eyes , "I do mean step the fuck back.", he whispered into his brothers ear, tugging at the iron in Satan's veins. Over by Lizette, the metal knives bobbed back and forth, their points turning to face him.
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Post by YATEN MUDO on Jun 23, 2010 17:42:57 GMT -5
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Lucifer continued to float there, preparing for Leviathan to do her worst. Sometimes having wind as your element could be useful- none of her other siblings could fly like this, and she didn't even need wings, just the proper wind force propelling her up and keep her there.
That was, until she heard her brother's voice. "Satan!" she exclaimed, allowing herself to float over to him and drop down beside him. She seemed all too content to be near him, ignoring her sister in favor of glaring at Mammon. How dare he interrupt in something that wasn't his business.
Her eyes narrowed and a large gush of wind was bound to strike him directly in his chest. She hoped to throw him off balance and get him away from her precious Satan-- again, in her mind she couldn't help but think it was none of his (or the other siblings for that matter) business.
"That's quite enough." Echoed Lilith from behind Mammon, Satan, and Lucifer-- he was only in Leviathan's line of sight as it stood. "This is my festival, and my party, and I will not have it be ruined by some childrens petty games."
Oh yes, Lilith was very pissed off for having his festival "ruined." The witch swept over to stand in the middle of the fray. "I would ask what's going on, but I already know. I suggest you all get back to the festival and make nice before I send you back to hell."
Lucifer's eyes widened. So that's why her siblings were there... They had been summoned by this witch.
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WORDS - 300
NOTES - and Lilith ruins more epicness because he's a bitch.
TUNES - nightwish - eramaan viimeinen
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0 |
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Post by Mara Tolmach on Jun 23, 2010 17:56:43 GMT -5
When she saw Lilith arrive, she knew they were all in trouble, allowing her serpent melt to the ground. She simply nodded at his words, and lowered her head, allowing a few tears slide off her cheeks knowing her defeat. "I apologize, master" she said softly, shifting back to her human form. After this fight, she has had her heart broken for the last time. While her master was holding things back for now, she would get back at the both of them for causing her this pain. Before she left, she placed a hand on Mammon's shoulder, leaning up to whisper in his ear. "If you want a piece of Satan, be my guest, I'll even help you rid of him. Meet me at the table, and we can discuss this more."
She let go of his shoulder before returning to the party, sitting back down at the table. She glanced over at Lizette, wondering if she was aware of the trouble brewing among her siblings. She looked over to where she had just left, wondering if Mammon would set aside whatever negative feelings he had towards her and allow her to help get what he wanted.
'Knowing his selfishness, and hate for Satan, I can only assume he will' she thought as she took a sip of wine, hoping the alcohol will dull the pain for now so she can at least have some fun at this festival.
((To Shane: I'll start another thread for them to plot in))
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Post by odette on Jun 23, 2010 18:30:18 GMT -5
Nevertheless, Odette made her way in the direction of the village to which the invitation invited her towards and was surprised at what lay out in front of her. Blue eyes surveyed the party, widening at the sight of so many people! Merely moments before she had thought the island was deserted and this was nothing more than a cruel joke. But now she peered at the crowds of people gorging themselves on a delicious banquet laid out before them free for the picking. Paper lanterns floated as if by magic, glowing gently in the darkening sky. And music. The beats drifted softly through her eyes, making her sigh with a joy and her heart beat with excitement as her body swayed gently back and forth with the melody.
It was odd, the power music had over her but music and dance had commanded her life since she was born. It was music that raised her to international fame. Odette Drosselmeyer, worldwide ballet sensation and she was certainly was not shy. A proud and vain creature, she naturally wanted to be the centre of attention. All of a sudden thoughts of how she got here or even getting off this island were forgotten as she strode confidently into the middle of the party, unaware of the presence of the black swan shifter that sulked on the outskirts of the celebration.
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Post by VIXINIA ISEN on Jun 23, 2010 18:33:23 GMT -5
Aww man! This was the life! Vixinia had rsvp’ed in record haste. The kelpie was a great lover of people and parties. Unfortunately for some, she was particularly loud and in your face; her vibrant red hair an indicator of her vibrant personality. Vixinia had wasted no time in acquainting herself with the buffet table laiden with food and drink. She had to take her hat off to the chef, Beelzebub - whom she had assumed was the short brown haired woman standing not too far off – and thanked her with a rather drunken wave at one point before scooping up another glass of wine.
She strode off into the crowd, swaying back and forth with the concoction of music and booze that flowed. “Did I ever tell you, how much I love you?” she giggled, wrapping her arm around the shoulders of an unsuspecting guest. “We’re totally friends now” she laughed, taking another swig of her drink and moving on past the older woman who sipped more gingerly. The best thing about being drunk was that instant connection with other drunks and instantly becoming friends. “Whooo will buy me, another drink?” she yelled, twirling around merrily in the centre of the festival ground. Hopefully Vixinia had not scared them off, it was on the odd occasion that she got to let her hair down as crazy as this. There had never been a party of this island as long as she had graced these lands with her hooves and it was seldom likely there would be another anytime soon and so the ginger was set on making the most of it.
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Post by odile on Jun 23, 2010 18:44:41 GMT -5
Odile let a gasp escape her throat when she looked up briefly to see the familiar figure of her sister. Never had she dreamed that she'd wind up her like she did, and just as she laid eyes on her, a spark of anger flared in her heart. She had wanted to forget what she felt, but the image of her dear brother was ingrained in her memory. She needed to talk to her sister, hoping that perhaps she learned not to be so prideful because of what happened to their brother.
She slowly stood up, walking towards her sister with as much confidence and courage she could muster despite the fact her knees felt like jello. She tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention and said in a soft voice, "You're the last person I was excepting her, sister dearest." There was almost a bit of sarcasm to her tone, but she held it back.
She didn't want to be angry and vengeful towards her sister, and she especially didn't want to cause any sort of commotion during such a lovely event. All she really wanted is to see if her sister has changed and more importantly, if Siegfried was alright.
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Post by SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS on Jun 23, 2010 21:40:03 GMT -5
He looked back at Lucifer, as if she was crazy. But then again. She just may be, he thought to himself. While he had never known for Pride to be violent in nature, perhaps it was just something he had turned the blind eye to. He never quite gave her the same amount of (unwanted) attention he gave the other siblings - was it possible that she was the bad one in all of this. His teeth retracted to normal, his pupils revealed themselves as they rolled to be visible, and his skin changed from the plant-like green tone to the pale flesh of his mortal form. He glared at both Satan and Lucifer,the knives that had been ready to plunge into Wrath's skin just moents before crashed to the ground in a clatter, swearing he saw Lizette jump. "Fuck both of you.", he spoke coldly, as he strode off, pushing past the crowd.
It was unlike anything he'd said before; it used to be that everyone had grown use to his crude, throwaway remarks about them, because that's just how Mammon was, and he didn't mean it. But now, he was sure he'd never said any words with such truth to them. Two siblings were dead to him now; they had a cold spat in his black heart, previously only occupied by Beelzebub. But now, he wanted to rip the iron out of their hemoglobin, put it back in, then do it again and let the vampires have the time of their life with it. But what would that prove? Once it was all said and done, it wouldn't have been a suprising thing for him to do, and he'd only wish he could do it again. Who'd be shocked?
Looking at Lilith, violence still left in his eyes, he felt like screaming at the Witch; but he limited himself. It wasn't her fault, in fanct he had her to thank for stopping this bullshit. He only nodded at him, as he struggled against it. "T-thank you.", he uttered out. He swear he saw a few of his siblings mouths agape, as it seemed that he never used the word. He didn't even know why he just did, Am I going crazy?, he asked himself in his mind, and from then on it repated, like an echo in a cave. Glaring at Nero for no particular reason, he clutched his temples and charged through the crowd admidst the crowd.
He was stopped by the cold hand of Leviathan, her palm on his sholder sending cold to his shoulder. There he was, frozen. His eyes did not meet hers, not because he was scared of her, but because he was scared what he might do to her. Her words burned into his eardrums like a hot brand against his skin, If you want a piece of Satan, be my guest, I'll even help you rid of him.. He looked up at her, intrigued, "I don't need your fucking permission." he hissed, but really she had sparked his interests. He nodded, however, telling her, "Meet me in the graveyard. It's more private.", and with that, he began to stride off.
His eyes meet Lizette's for just a second, with a face clearly of worry. For a second, he stared into her cold eyes, hoping for an ounce of sympathy, a possibility she was on his side. He dug, beut he could only find venom in her eyes. He raised his fist, his knuckles white from how tightly they were balled together, but it was stuck. He couldn't bring himself to push it forward and punch her. Jerking his arm back, he stared at her, shooting daggers with his eyes. "Fuck you, too.", he snarled, as he stormed away from the celebration. Fuck this whole party.
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