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 Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 4:56 pm
.:Emotions:. Anger.
It coiled within her gut like a living creature, scurrying, clawing, gnashing. Burying itself deeper and deeper, hollowing her out until all that remained was the burning, pulsing rage, allowing her nothing but the blinding truth it wanted her to know - a half-truth, but she was powerless to see beyond it.
Hatred.
From the depths of her undeniable fury swelled a new emotion, one of passion and scorn, so hot that it momentarily overshadowed her anger. It boiled within her breast, churning and mixing with the rage, creating a wholly new emotion, fueled by her pain, her loss, her past. This new emotion threatened to overwhelm her, engulf her and tear her soul to pieces. It screamed within her, demanded and begged, commanded and pleaded, filling her even as she tried to push it away.
Vengeance.
She wanted him to pay, to suffer as she had, to burn. She wanted him to feel all he had done to her and more, wanted her pain to become his. She wanted to lock him away somewhere, without food or companionship, without the warmth of the sun, blind and deaf and dumb, and she wanted to watch as every ounce of his will was ripped away, his resolve shattered. She wanted to be there when his sanity gave way to madness, when he could no longer tell the truth from the lies, when he screamed wildly and beat himself and was truly, utterly broken. She wanted to be the one that he fell before on his hands and knees, to whom he wept like a child, to whom he implored to end his wretched life, his unbearable suffering.
And she would deny him. She would strike him down like the dog that he was and laugh at his pathetic excuse for an existence, scoff at his pleads, sneer at his tantrums, she would laugh at it all, she would laugh at him for finally, finally, he would be getting the only thing that he ever truly deserved.
Hell.
A Hell of his own creation, a Hell he had brought down upon himself the moment he had uttered the words, the moment their power had corrupted her, the moment she first felt the hunger for blood within her, the drive to consume the flesh of the living, the insatiable need for war and death. The curse! O, the curse! That which he had laid down upon her lineage eons ago, that which was passed on from generation to generation, knowing no end, feeling no sympathy for those afflicted. How she longed for the day she would no longer feel the pain of it, no longer have to bear the weight of this eternal blight.
She must be patient yet awhile longer, for soon, soon the time would come for it all to end. Soon would be the time for old debts to be repaid, for bonds to be broken, for the utterance of words yet unsaid. A final meeting, the meeting of all meetings, that which will spell the end for one and the beginning for another. A meeting in which one's suffering shall end and another's shall start, a life set free and a life yet to be bound. The end, the glorious end, it is nigh and she is ready, awaiting, the tainted angel standing alone, eager to deal out the punishment that has been her due for many an age.
The time is nigh, and he shall pay for his sins.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 4:27 pm
.:Closing In:. Fiery eyes scanned the stretch of land below, a hand gripping the very edge of the cliff the figure was perched upon - large, leathery wings spread and thick tail curled in the air to keep balance. The stench of magic was strong here, the trail of it leading to the plains below... to him. She would never forget the scent of his magic, the feel of his aura, his dark, cold face, forever stitched with that hateful sneer, the lips curling in that mocking smile, blazing eyes filled with a red hellfire.
Giada released the ledge and stood, expelling her breath in a sigh, magenta eyes narrowed to slits in her copper hued face. The wind whipped passed her, carrying itself across the cliffs and down into the valley below, pulling her long hair over her shoulders, as if it were trying to coax the bi-colored strands away from the demoness.
She lifted her head a little and closed her eyes for a moment, the harsh wind flapping what loose clothing she wore - a simple breechcloth, dyed entirely black, that fell to her booted ankles. Under this she wore an undergarment similar to a bikini bottom, also black, and across her chest and back was a brassiere made of burnished iron. Her wrists and forearms were wrapped in strips of black cloth, and her shoulders were hidden beneath iron plates, the same burnished color as her brassiere. Aside from that, she wore nothing but a pair of gold earrings and a golden necklace, both accented with ruby colored jewels.
"I know you're here," She whispered softly, not to herself, but to the man she had been hunting for the better part of her life. She was slowly closing the gap between herself and him, and she could feel the excited anticipation coil within her chest. Laying her arms at her sides, she leaned forward and dropped off the cliff, into oblivion.
As she fell, her hair being whipped behind her in a flurry of red and purple, she unfurled her wings, catching the air and coming to a sudden halt for a second before gliding forward. As her hair fell back around her shoulders, her bangs falling onto her face and obscuring one eye, she breathed a single sentance onto the wind that carried her towards her destination, a promise, spoken so softly it was almost a lover's plea.
"I'm coming... Razael."
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 10:09 pm
.:Memories:. It had been so long since she had last seen him, since they had last exchanged words. He had been surprised by her tenacity in her pursuit of him, by her will to succeed where others before her had failed... after all, wasn't it impossible to find one lowly mage in the span of countless worlds?
"They say that it is unfeasible to find a single person, no matter how long or far your search, for the worlds are boundless, the universes limitless. You, my dear, seemed to have proven them wrong."
Giada shut her eyes tightly, bowing her head at the deep voice that resonated within her mind, the images that were stained upon her memories, like a nightmare she couldn't forget, no matter how hard she tried. He had known she was looking for him, seeking him out, he had known!... that was the only reason she had found him; he had allowed her to. Had he grown so tired of their pursuit of him that he finally granted one an audience? Was he curious why, after centuries, they still sought him? Was she different from the others somehow?
The demoness pursed her lips, clenching her firsts together as she opened her eyes; magenta orbs taking in the darkness around her. Night had fallen, yet she refused to allow herself rest, she couldn't allow herself rest... not when she was so close to him. It almost seemed like she could smell him... vanilla, cinnamon, sandalwood... she had never forgotten his spicy, intoxicating scent. It felt that if she just turned one more corner, just one more, he would be there, awaiting her. It felt as if all she had to do was whisper his name and he would come to her, as he had so many times before, dark arms open to her, honey-hued eyes glinting with hateful mockery.
No! She dare not think about it, not now, not after all that had happened. So many lies he had fed her, and she the eager glutton, she had consumed every one. No more would she let him twist her, never again would she bow to his will, this time she would find him and she would avenge the lives wasted by his curse. She would avenge the lives of her mother, her father, their parents before them... she would avenge her own life. Or she would die trying.
Whatever the outcome, it all would end.
She dropped her gaze to the ground that she knelt upon; summoning whatever strength and resolve she had within her. She would not pray, if there was a God or gods somewhere in existence, she would not beseech them to lend their strength to her tonight. Whatever was to come of this, it would come of her own power, not that granted to her by any higher being.
Rising from her kneeling position, Giada silently made her way through the darkness, that which had protected and aided her throughout her life, but perhaps tonight, the shadows that she so easily melded with before would now become her enemy...
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 12:58 pm
.:Waiting:. It's funny how every time we plan something in advance, every time we map out what we're to say and what we're to do, when the time finally comes for our part to be played and our words to be said, nothing is quite how we envisioned it. All our planning falls apart, all the rehearsing for naught. Perhaps it's life's little way of reminding us that we have no control over it, that it has no master other than itself.
Giada sat upon the edge of a building, tail draped over the edge as she crouched, silent, keen eyes piercing the darkness and focusing in on what was to be seen across the narrow, rocky street. A building of no importance, its outside stained and worn, the windows dirty, the warm, golden glow radiating from them welcoming the weary traveler, as did the sign that hung above the doorway; it simply stated Inn & Tavern. But the demoness wasn't interest in the shabby building, she was interested in what was on the inside of it, lurking in the hallways, sitting in the rooms, conversing with fellow journeymen as if he actually cared about what tales they told.
Here, in this small, downtrodden village, amongst the beggars and vagabonds, upon the shattered streets, between the broken buildings and filthy homes, she had finally - finally! - caught up with him. Here, in this town that had no face, no name, no past and no future, where no one cared for their fellow man, she had found him. Here, amongst the liars and the whores, the charlatans and the thieves, he had taken refuge and she had not faltered in her hunt. He had stopped to rest and she had continued on, the seeds of her long and arduous labor finally coming to fruition. He was so close... so close!
Razael.
She could barely contain herself, scarcely believe that he was only a handful of paces away from her. All she had to do was walk to close the distance between them, and yet she waited, as hard as it was, she waited. She didn't want to encounter him inside somewhere, where her wings would be of no use should she need them, and though she cared not if others were harmed, as their confrontation would surely end in violence, she wanted to come face to face with him alone. She wanted to have him to herself, perhaps a selfish thought, but she wanted his screams of agony to be heard by her ears only, the color of his blood as it ran from his veins to be seen by her eyes and no one else's.
And so she waited...
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 4:30 pm
.:Confrontation:. "I was wondering when you'd come. I didn't expect to be kept waiting so long."
Giada's figure slowly materialized out of the darkness as she stepped forward, brilliant eyes sparkling with a fiery anger as her lips thinned into a dark slash across her face. She didn't give him the pleasure of a response, he didn't deserve a response from her, he didn't deserve a single word, and yet, she wouldn't be able to hold her tongue forever. Things had changed, but his power to goad her surely had not abandoned him after all these years.
Razael stood with his back to her, a cocky display, as he felt she wasn't a big enough threat to face as she approached. His black hair fell across his shoulders and chest, the shorter strands swept back to points just behind his head, the same exotic hairstyle he sported when they had first met - surely his bangs were the same, framing his hard face.
Though she couldn't see from where she was, she was certain that his clothing would be similar, if not the same, as before as well. All she could see was the back of the ebony duster and the heels of boots beneath the hem. His large hands were all but hidden within the sleeves of the coat, only his fingers visible, sporting thin, black gloves and the ring, the golden ring he always wore over the glove on his right middle finger.
"I don't mind you taking your time, gathering your thoughts and all, but really," He raised an arm and made a dismissive gesture with his hand, the ring catching her eye as it winked, "If you're going to be like this, why should I bother to see you at all?"
"b*****d!" She spat at him, body trembling with rage at his nonchalant manner. How dare he do this to her... she would not play his games!
"Now, now," He berated softly, gloved fingers rising to his dark lips to conceal the smirk, even if she couldn't see it, "Such language! It hardly seems fitting for a lady."
"Face me! Look at the one who will witness your final breath, or I shall run you through from behind." Giada raised her arm from her side and opened her hand, a small, purple-black wisp of smoke forming in her palm. The wisp grew, writhing and swirling, and it suddenly shot upwards from her hand and a spark of purple light enveloped it. When the light and smoke faded, the demoness held the hilt of a long, serrated blade within her hand; the smooth, silver surface stained red from the blood of countless victims.
"Tch, now you're just being melodramatic." Razael finally turned towards her, one arm crossed over his broad chest, hand cupping his elbow, and the other hand rested against his chin, the golden ring glittering. He smiled at her, white teeth made whiter within his dark face, and his orange eyes glowed brightly, "If all you came here for was a fight, you could've saved yourself the trouble by taking your own life."
Giada let out an enraged snarl at his words, raising her sword. Her draconic wings flared open as she quickly closed the gap between herself and her foe, the polished blade of her sword reflecting the hatred that burned within her eyes.
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 8:56 pm
.:Elusion:. The sound of metal clashing against metal rang out across the edge of town, a few sparks casting their golden glow across the two faces, mere inches apart - instead of the silver blade meeting flesh, it had met steel.
Razael had summoned his own, black-bladed sword only a split second before Giada's bared down upon him, the long, thin blade appearing in a flurry of black smoke and effectively stopping the blow she had dealt before it even touched him.
So fast... The demoness's eyes widened marginally as he grinned, and she sprung backwards, putting distance between herself and the mage. How can he move so fast?
"You didn't think I was going to give you a free hit, did you?" He queried, pointing the tip of his blade at her face as he chuckled softly. "You've wasted all this time, come all this way, and for what? Nothing... nothing but your own demise."
She bared her fangs at him and loosed a snarl, once again raising her sword and lunging at him, but again, he was too fast. He sidestepped the blow as if she had been moving underwater, the thinner blade of his sword tapping against the top of her thicker one and sending it slicing into the ground. Before she could pull it free, she felt him step up behind her, the edge of his blade tucking itself against the underside of her chin and forcing her to stand, lest she get her throat slit.
"Do you really think you can win, my dear?" He purred softly, tilting his head so his warm breath fanned across her ear. Despite herself, she felt a shiver run the course of her spine at his soft voice in her ear, the heat that radiated from his body, so close to hers.
"You see, you're just like all the others that tried before you." He continued, his free hand brushing against her bare arm. She tried to recoil from his searing touch, but the pressure of the blade against her neck bid her to remain still. "They tried so hard to find me, so hard to try and put an end to the curse, and do you know something? Not a single one of them ever succeeded, you're the only one to come this close. But would you like to know a secret?" He leaned in further, until his lips brushed against her ear as he spoke, a grin spreading across his face as his eyes glinted, "It's only because I let you."
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Giada tensed her muscles and pulled her sword free from the earth, swinging it upwards and for a moment, she enjoyed the sudden and sharp intake of breath in her ear as the blade of her sword arched towards Razael's face. But then, she felt a sharp pain tear through her neck and she gasped, only to choke on the blood that seeped from the wound.
Razael swiped his blade across the front of her throat, swiftly and neatly, creating a clean slice right across her skin, and he was able to dodge the blade of her sword by letting her go and ducking to the side. Her blade clanged loudly off the shoulder plate that she wore, and as she released the hilt to clutch at her bleeding throat, her sword dispersing into the same purple-black wisps that had created it.
"This isn't over. Oh no, not by a long shot." He snarled, bright eyes dancing wildly as the demoness fell to her knees, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He let his arm fall to his side, his ebony sword melting into black vapors before it disappeared altogether.
Giada made a soft, choking sound as she raised a crimson hand towards him, the blood running down her neck and over her breasts. In a moment, the wound would close and she would be fine, it would only take a few weeks to heal completely, but the superficial pain paled in comparison to the pain she felt within her chest at the thought of losing him. After she had gone through so much... it couldn't end this way!
Please... don't let it end this way...
Staggering to her feet, she coughed, blood spattering the ground at her feet, and she lunged at him; desperately trying to grab a handful of his duster. Her vision blurred and she stumbled, but when her bloodied hand was about to come into contact with his chest, it passed right through him and he faded into the same black smoke that had taken his weapon.
She collapsed onto the ground, wings falling limply at her sides and tail curling on the ground as she rapidly lost consciousness; her head turned to the side and slowly, the light within her eyes dimmed and they slid shut. Just before the darkness consumed her and she passed out, she heard a silky voice whisper in her ear.
"We'll meet again, my pet, that I promise you."
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Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 9:55 pm
.:A Meeting:. Giada She was hungry.
It had been awhile since she had last fed freely, being in a new place, it was always hard to go about business without attracting attention... unless the place you were in was prone to such things. Unfortunately, this was not such a place, and she had to be careful, very careful, lest she wanted to get herself into a heap of trouble again. She didn't much care to go through that one again.
The stiletto heels of her boots clicked softly against the cobbled walkway as she moved from shadow to shadow, taking care to avoid the brighter parts of the street - not that there were many. She had chosen this street for its darkness, its dilapidated appearance, the way everyone else seemed to avoid it... it was something she couldn't resist, and being clad as she was, it wouldn't be long until one of the alley's residents took notice.
And that was what she wanted; after all, the sweeter flesh always came from the worst of monsters. Lars The way she glittered was so...inviting.
The jewelry adorning her body, the tight and promiscuous clothing she wore, the boots that gave her legs a black, leathery sheen - they were all illuminated to his vision. Even more so were the features of her body, the sway of her hips, the shape of her breast, her wonderfully feminine face. Her sleek and pointed ears, the crimson glint of her eyes, full and slightly translucent wings... these were all untouched by the dark.
Her streaked hair followed her, swaying as she walked, and he could nearly grasp it, hold the slick strands in his palm from behind a stack of broken wooden crates.
He watched as she passed near him, taking the alley in quick and seemingly anxious steps. He was quick, and silent, and the rustle of the wind and the dulled sound of nearby street activity muffled what little sound the snap of his cape made as it was tossed after him.
The vampire followed, weary that she was no human and no weakling to try and hunt, but quite a formidable opponent, as his mind swelled upon her, thirsty.
The gleam of fangs went unhidden, and hopefully unnoticed as he now crept behind her, keeping to the shadows as much as she, with only a quiet chuckle that ricocheted against the stone walls of the dark alley to betray him. Giada Perhaps he knew she wasn't human and that she would sense something, perhaps not - either way, she knew when she was no longer alone in the darkness. The sense of being watched, followed, stalked, it was like an alarm within her mind, a ghost of a touch that ran along her copper skin, feather light, like a lover's caress. Whether it was the who - or what - she had come here searching for, she couldn't tell right away, but in due time she knew she would get her answer.
If not, there were always other creatures to lure out of the crevices.
The demoness by the name of Giada put a little more bounce into her step as she walked, a little more thrust into her hips as they swayed, thin wings parting and lifting just a little more to give whoever it was a nice view of her wares, wherever they happened to be hiding. Her violet lips curved at the corners as a whisper of a sound filtered into her pointed ears - laughter. Opalescent eyes catching the light and glinting brightly, she reached up with a slender hand to brush bi-colored strands of her hair back over her shoulder.
This was the part she loved most, the very first moments of the hunt, when her prey first noticed her, first sized her up and eventually, followed her until the time was right. Dozens of things, always the same, underestimating her, labeling her easy, something beneath them... it made her laugh.
They were beneath her. Lars The vampire knew she could sense him (it was more fun that way), as the faint touch of his finger on the demoness's mind channeled her surface emotions and thoughts to him - her awareness, pleasure, and equal hunger. Eyes at half-mast, he took her in, relishing in her distinct beauty and allure. Another chuckle, projected through out the alleyway was his enthused response to her exaggerated, mesmerizing movements.
He could nearly feel Giada's heart beating, fluttering here and there at the thrill of the hunt, like the tremulous wings of a butterfly struggling to break free from a spider's web. Ironically, this vampire was that butterfly, though foul, dark-winged, and blood-thirsty.
"Was that an invitation?" The query echoed through the dank place, a low purr residing in its contents. Courtesy would urge him to at least make himself well-known and thank her for the tasteful show, before he drank from her neck.
Catching the light as well, his scarlet eyes gleamed in the dark, the whites clouded red, pupils elongated slightly. His head throbbed with thirst, legs itching to run, to pounce, to attack lest they give out. He couldn't do that now, however, as the demon would surely tear him to shreds. His anxiousness and hesitance pushed him after her still, wanting that sweet metallic liquor for himself. Giada Giada knew that he was prying into places he shouldn't be, picking his way through her mind, though only seemed to be skimming just over the surface - pity, it wouldn't be as much fun, or as painful, if he had been trying to delve deeper. His mind felt like an icy finger roaming over her scalp, it didn't quite cause her head to ache, but it wasn't exactly a pleasant feeling either - not that she would have minded either.
She touched her mind to his for a moment, caressed and coaxed it, before she pulled away. Never give your quarry more than just a taste, always leave them wanting for more. The chuckle echoed off the dank walls of the alley again, not failing to bring a small smirk to her violet lips. Suddenly and rather forcefully, she expelled his mind from its probing of hers, closing off her thoughts and emotions to him as effectively as if she had erected a steel wall between them.
"Only if you want it to be," She replied, her deep, velvety voice cutting through the darkness like a knife. There were only a few creatures she suspected this one to be, a shape-shifter, an incubus, a vampire... feelings alone couldn't sort one thing out from the other, at least not yet. If he was so kind as to continue the game and show himself, she would know instantly.
The loud clicking of her heels stopped as she halted on the cobbled walkway, two-tone strands of hair falling into her eyes, their depths alight with a magenta fire, and she smiled; white fangs flashing within the gloom. Now it was his turn to make the next move, and this was perhaps the most exciting part of the game - she didn't know what he would do, and she didn't even speculate, she simply stood calmly and waited. Lars No, he wouldn't expel the energy required to go deeper just yet. He just wanted her to feel him under her skin, get her excited, let her know what he wanted. Of course, that couldn't be too hard to figure out. His eyes lowered from their keen gaze on her as she touched his mind, his breathing reduced to short, tight hisses, low and audible only to him. And just as she forced him out, he brought a hand up to his lips, brushing them lightly and then drawing it back. Studying it closely, his fingertips beheld a small bit of blood - whether from bloodlust or from his exorcism from her mind, he could not tell - , which coiled and slid down the length of his fingers down to his palm, and finally to the ground.
Red eyes glowed fiercely from beneath his mane, left eye twitching slightly as did his bloodless left hand. Shaking it slightly to rid it of the sudden convulsions, his ears perked as she spoke, and he shuddered, his head swaying as her sweet and powerful voice filtered through it, causing a searing heat to jump through his normally cold and lifeless limbs. The vampire placed his hands against the cobblestones, feeling their smooth, cool texture, the very minute vibrations from his slight movements, and her more obvious ones - the ground seemed to ripple each time she took a step. That soon stopped however, and though her skeleton appeared to him easier than her real physical appearance did, he knew exactly where she was, and in fact, wasn't that far behind her.
Wishing to see more of her, he used this opportunity to sink silently in the shadows, releasing more laughter just before he teleported. His vision slightly blurred, he slowly stood, still completely hidden, though able to see her face, glinting eyes and fangs. From out of the gloom, he stepped slowly, advancing silently as his figure was thrown into whatever dim light there was. He lowered his head slightly, a grin creeping up on him, revealing the extended fangs, coated gently with a mixture of blood and saliva. His eyes never left her, staying to search her, darting menacingly across her body in an attempt to take all of her in at once.
"Who wouldn't want it to be? My night is free for your fiery beauty," he whispered into the alley, his voice low, sultry, rumbling through the dark like its own passionate hell. Giada As quiet as he was being, Giada could hone in on his movements every so often, like a flickering candle, he was more exposed in some instances that perhaps he realized, even if he wasn't in her line of sight. Her lips parted at a soft, metallic aroma, the scent of blood gently wafting passed her and, her hunger as strong as it was, she couldn't help the quiet burst of air that was expelled from her lungs. Over the years she had learned that some species held small differences in the scent of their blood, this smelled faintly old, coagulated, as if... its owner had seen their last living days some time ago. As if he were perhaps in need of a meal.
Vampire.
The laughter rung in her pointed ears and for a moment she lost 'sight' of him again, blazing eyes darkening as her lids slid partway down. She tilted her head slightly, chin rising just enough to expose her neck in an attractive manner, knowing that - though it wasn’t the only place they fed - most undead preferred the jugular. Though she had met a few that favored more... exotic locations.
Her eyes flickered as he finally came before her, stepping out of the shadows and into the pale light that was to be had. The hat amused her, as it was rare to find such a creature in the habit of donning one, but the hat only interested her for so long. She studied what lie beneath the hat very carefully, the contours of his face, which were marred by three very distinct scars, the fall of his hair, the hellfire that burned within the depths of his eyes... magnificent.
She made no effort to hide the slow fall of her gaze as it followed his body, his broad shoulders, the span of his chest, his slim waist - she paused a moment then, to appreciate how... well-endowed he appeared to be, before trailing her gaze down to his boots and then back up to his face. Her dark lips curved in a small smile, the tip of her tongue touching one of her fangs as she felt his voice vibrate along the length of her spine, causing her wings to open.
"Why else would I be here," She replied softly, voice echoing off the walls faintly as she paused. She reached up and trailed a fingertip along her collarbone, stretches of her tanned skin exposed by the tight halter and small skirt. She allowed her finger to run over the hollow of her throat and down in between her ample breasts, teasing the v-shaped neckline of her top a bit lower, "If not for your exquisite pleasure?" Lars "Words finely chosen, marvelous creature," he replied, enthralled by every physical aspect of the demoness, as well as her abilities, which he could now sense faintly without the need of breaching her mind. He watched for a moment as her finger slid down her upper torso, admiring how her neck was angled just perfectly, so that in its current position, he could possibly drain her very soul from her veins. A low, almost purr-like noise crept from his throat, and he fell slightly forward before catching himself, and starting into a walk.
He circled her, gleaming eyes trailing over every detail again and again until he was sure he memorized her full physique, while also trying to break the barrage of her mind for just a moment more. Lean and powerful muscles coiled and relaxed with each step, coat swaying, following his movements as he leaned his head down slightly. With both eyes trained on her, he reached up to twirl a lock of hair around his fingers. "A seething hunger for you twists in my gut." He spoke rather bluntly, though slowly and in almost a whisper as he came around to her front again, and began another circle.
"But which hunger will I satisfy first?" If he could lay his hands on her, of course. Should she be so generous as to sate his lust for sensual touch before she devoured him, at least he would have one need satisfied. He smirked at the thought, reaching up to pull the rim of his hat down a touch, his body tense, aching as he took a small step closer to her, cautious, his feet light and ready. "Allow me such pleasure, my dear." He ended with a small purr, lips rising over his fangs in a haughty grin. Giada The tip of her tail curled at his words, both her excitement and her hunger ever growing within her, but her hunger was the greater force, always the greater force. Perhaps she could still it long enough to get something else out of him first, before she set her fangs and talons to his pale flesh. After all, she did love to play with her food.
Another smile touched her full lips at the rumbling purr that escaped his throat, and she stood motionless as he circled like a wildcat, allowing him all the time he needed to take in every detail. His footsteps sent small vibrations through the stones beneath her feet, vibrations that few would be able to feel, but feel them she did, and her heightened awareness due to her lust, both for blood and for pleasure, seemed to make the vibrations all the more intense; carrying them up through her legs, along her spine and out into her wings.
"The pleasure is mine, I assure you." She purred silkily, glittering eyes catching his as he circled around her again. As he passed in front of her she brought her thick tail forwards, catching him just below the waistline of his pants and halting his movements. She slid the appendage beneath his duster, curling it around one of his hips before pulling away, "Such a magnificent thing you are..."
Her heels clicked hollowly as she stepped closer, hooded eyes radiating a soft, pink light across her skin as she tilted her head upwards, towards his shadowed face. She touched a fingertip to his abdomen, slowly trailing her nail up his chest to his neck, then around the side to his lightly pointed ear. Her lips parted in a grin, fangs flashing in the gloom, and she suddenly seized the back of his neck with her hand, stepping to the side and thrusting him onto the ground, stomach first. She didn't release her hold upon his neck, instead, she tightened it, nails biting into his skin, and she quickly straddled his waist, holding him to the ground with not only her hand, but her body as well.
She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his back, and a velvety chuckle laced her words as she caught his ear between her teeth and bit down on it, "Time for some fun." Lars He smirked as her tail sought his body, and hooked around his waist, wishing it had pulled him in, closer to her. The vampire took a small step back as she came closer to him, not knowing fully her immediate intentions, and a note of panic struck his quickly beating heart, rendering it motionless for a brief second as she slid one of her slender fingers up his front. His lids lowered as she touched his neck, and another purr mixed with a sigh once her finger was at his ear. Unfortunately, any action of leaning into her hand was abruptly halted as he was... well, manhandled.
His face hit the hard, cool cobbles, hands flat against them also as he tried to break his fall ineffectively. As she threw her weight on top of him, he smirked, craning his neck and turning it so that he could see most of her out of the corner of his eye. "Well, well… aren't you a feisty one?" he answered rather rhetorically whilst contemplating his next move. Most of his ideas seemed rather brainless, even for such a clever man, and at best, severely dangerous to his existence. Lars tried to push himself up, though found himself held fast to the ground.
A low snarl, muffled by his position, slipped through his lips, echoing gently around them as her nails dug into him, the incisions left by them showing a very small amount of dark, almost black blood as it slowly pooled at the surface, failing to dribble down his skin as it was smeared by his flailing movements. His back was painfully tight, and the position was pleasantly unfamiliar, though… "You'll have to do better than that, love!" This comment and a quick plan sparked bitter laughter, cut short at the end as he struggled to remove himself a tiny bit more from her hold. His next move would hurt him, and he would need a good week or so and a feast of a feeding very soon to bring him back from the coma he would probably wake up from. His breath slightly faltered as he thrust his hips upwards first, then shrugged his shoulders and shook, giving him enough room between them that enabled him to vanish into thin air, leaving behind a cruel, flighty cackle. Giada A low, rumbling growl issued from her throat as he spoke, teeth tightening their hold upon his ear as her free hand trailed down the length of his body, coming to rest between her thigh and his hip. Her nails dug into the fabric of his coat, leaving small tears in it, and her wings unfurled above them; casting them into darker shadows as dull moonlight was cut off.
His movements only further enticed her, his struggling useless against her raw strength, and she let go of his ear with her teeth, flicking her tongue against the pointed tip. She could feel his lean body tightening under her weight, his muscles coiling beneath her, and their shifting as he struggled brought a wicked laugh to her violet lips; he was so delicious.
She ran her hand up the side of his body once more, her tongue exploring the back of his ear, and she intended on rending the flesh of his cheek open with her nail, but his comment caught her off guard and she paused, unsure of what he meant. She didn't have time to recover, as he bucked his hips upwards and sent her reeling. She hissed, releasing his neck as her wings flared to try and keep her balanced, and as he lifted his shoulders she hooked her hands like claws and reached for his throat - only to have her fingers close on nothing but air.
Gone?!
The cold, hard stones beneath her thighs tore a vicious snarl from her lips, the loud, inhuman sound full of rage and frustration. Her pretty features twisted in a mask of hate, tail lashing in the air behind her as she slammed her hands down onto the cobblestones, furious at having been denied her meal, her pleasure. She crouched there for a moment, lips peeled away from her fangs in a vile sneer, and her soft, husky voice filled the alleyway.
"This is not over, vampire..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 1:07 pm
.:Obsession:. Binx quietly slunk through the shadows of the trees, his one red eye glowing faintly. Perking his large ears, he slipped between a small patch of weeds, tail swaying, and entered a small clearing; eyes locking onto the figure sitting in the middle.
Giada glanced in her pet's direction, her anger clearly written across her features, but she beckoned him closer with a wriggle of her fingers. Not wanting to upset her further, the catlike creature bounded up to her, emitting a low, guttural sound that resembled a harsh purr as she stroked his head, just between his horns.
"It's not over, is it, love?" She murmured, more to herself than to the creature. "It's only beginning."
Binx sat down on his haunches, silently watching her with a wary gaze. He had learned to hold his tongue when she was in a foul mood, lest he annoy her further and get a smack for his troubles. He was curious to know what it was that had her wound up so tight, but not so curious as to press his luck.
As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat.
Giada toyed with a small splinter of bone for a moment, its cream colored surface slick with blood, before she tossed it back onto the ground with the others. A soft growl resonated in her throat and her lips thinned into a dark slash across her face, eyes sparking with fury.
"You'll have to do better than that, love!"
And oh, she would, he would see just how 'better' she could do. She would hunt that filthy creature down and she would make him suffer for ever looking at her! He dared to think that he could toy with her, that mistake would cost him what was left of his life. She would let him feel as if he had gotten away, let him drop his guard and rest, go back to whatever rock he had crawled out from under, and then she would strike when he was still weak.
She would never admit it to herself, but his escape enraged her, not simply because he had gotten away, but because he wasn't the first to get away. There had been another that had slipped through her fingers, more important, the man she had been chasing all her life. The man she was still chasing. Perhaps it was foolish, but a part of her compared the vampire's escape to Razael's. Both had been so close, both she could hear and touch... and yet both had eluded her at the very end.
"I'll find that b*****d vampire... I'll make him pay." She clenched her teeth together tightly, nose crinkling in a half snarl. The fur on Binx's back bristled and he scampered away from her, hiding within the shadows at the rage that seeped from his mistress's pores.
"No one gets away from me... no one!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 2:49 pm
.:Reward:. From the dirt road tracing the edge of the clearing, you’d never know anything was there, as nothing was obviously out of place. The cellar doors were locked shut, covered well with leaves, dirt and twigs and other shrubbery, no lights or markers to show its place. He knew his home by its scent; a faint trail of musk and carnage, and the occasional present of fumes from burning wood. This night, it had rained, giving the area a chokingly sweet smell of the wood and its underbrush.
He had entered some time ago, wet leaves and mud dampened his footsteps as he entered the clearing, a chill breeze ruffling his coat and slightly wet hair. He was tired, and wish for silence and solitude as he now rested in one of the large and overstuffed armchairs by the fireplace. He splayed his fingers against his cheeks, skin cool enough to make him shiver, though his face held a slight flush from the energy he spent in getting home. Touching the puncture wounds on his ear, he found remnants of the night before – a small amount of dried blood and torn flesh. His coat was torn in a few spots near his waistline, and dirt and rain had left stains on the fabric. A hoarse sigh passed through the vampire as he leaned his head against the chair, eyes wandering around the dimly lit room towards the unlit fireplace, week-old ashes meekly floating around charred logs.
Running his hands through his hair, he found it greasy, matted, and overall very unattractive, and abruptly pushed himself off the chair in an attempt to do something about it. Disgusting… he thought, removing his coat and throwing it over the back of the chair, producing a quiet cloud of dust as he passed and continued down the hall to the washroom.
He had gathered up the bottom of his shirt as he pushed upon the door with bare feet, and pulled it up over his head, examining it closely for any holes or stains. It had remained rather intact, and suffered just a small tear near the bottom hem from where the coat gave in, and he dropped it on the stone floors and turned to face the mirror. Placing his hands against the counter, he stared hard into the mirror, though there was no one there, and, knowing well the contours of his face, turned it left and right to assess the damage with his hands, pausing once to run his index finger along the three distinct scars across his face. He trailed both hands down his neck and around his throat, nails scratching gently upon a sort of necklace of scraps and scoring, done centuries ago with treated barbed-wire. Wincing slightly as his hands followed the diagonal sweep of scars across his chest and abdomen, skin prickling a little, he closed his eyes and reached for the plexi-glass door of the shower.
Wrenching it open, he turned the faucet and waited for the steady stream of steaming water to heat the bathroom, watching the blank mirror until it clouded over, and, heaving his shoulders, reached for his belt. Unbuckling it and peeling the dirtied pants from his legs, he threw them with his shirt and took a step into the shower. Hot water swirled around his feet on its journey to the drain, his arms and chest beaded with shower-spray. He plunged his head under the water, letting it soak and fall wherever it pleased. Calm, gray eyes watched the water as it turned into a dark reddish-brown hue as the water washed away the blood, dirt, and dust from his naked body.
”Last night was dangerous… could’ve cost me my life”, he murmured, his back sliding down the wall until he sat on the shower’s floor, knees drawn up, head leaned back against the tile. The water had run clear in twenty minutes time, though he still sat there, warm and comfortable, deep, steady breathing drowned out by the lull of the shower as he thought over his encounter with the demoness. She’ll be searching for me… he placed a hand against his forehead, pushing back wet, coiling locks from his eyes, hooded and pensive. What am I – a man or a mouse? In all his thinking, he had cowered away from any confrontational ideas, anything bold… no, he had to be quick and silent, no rooms for mistakes this time. “Definitely a mouse,” he spat through gritted teeth, cursing himself inwardly and slamming one of his fists into the wall, “hiding in his hole.”
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 4:58 pm
She could almost detect his scent on the wind.
That sickeningly sweet scent that he had, whether from a cologne he wore or if it were his true scent, she could almost smell it on the air as she swooped to and fro, high above the ground. The wind whipped her hair away from her face as she flew, eyes alight with a wicked enchantment that they only captured when she was in pursuit of her prey.
A day, that's all it had been, that's all the time she would allow to pass before she started her hunt, the hunt for that filthy, bigoted, arrogant vampire. Just the thought of him made the blood in her veins boil, the anger within her breast tighten like steel bands. His glittering denim eyes, the pale skin, the long locks of chestnut hair, the lips that thinned as he drew them away from his fangs in that cocky smirk...
Just the thought of defiling it all excited her.
She slowly glided down towards the earth, tilting her body first to the left, then to the right; seesawing slowly before she was able to swing her legs forward and drop to the ground with only a soft rustle of leaves to announce her landing. Folding her wings in against her back, she scanned the area slowly, breathing through her nose and picking up traces of dirt, grass, mulch, animals and... vanilla.
Walking along the winding dirt road, which was turned slick with mud from the recent rain, her bare feet were silent, as she had opted to go without footwear. She could almost feel his presence, see the path he had taken, walking along the ground, even if she didn't have her sense to help her, there was a set of boot prints to follow. After only a moment or two of walking, she halted, smooth brow creasing as a frown drew the corners of her lips downward. His trail had ended, as faint as it had been, it was possible for her to lose it... but she didn't think so. The road was barely traveled, had he continued on she would be able to tell.
She began to study the surrounding area, feeling as if she had missed something. Backtracking a little, she stepped off the road to one side and looked around, annoyance rising at not being able to figure out where the weasel had gone. Stepping back onto the road, she abruptly halted as a distant sound caught her attention. A deep, whirring sound, almost a rumble, it sounded like... running water?
Her pointed ears twitched a little as she listened intently, slowly stepping towards the edge of the road and then off of it. She couldn't quite pinpoint where the sound was coming from, other than underground and in this general area... it had to be him, she refused to believe it to be anything - or anyone - else. She was so close to him, she had to be missing something, some key as to where he had gone...
Her thoughts ceased for a moment as the ground beneath her foot failed to give way as it had been doing throughout her search. With recent rains, the top layer of dirt had become like a sponge; squishy, pliable, yielding to even the lightest of steps. But here, it didn't give underneath her dirt-caked feet, it was simply the top layer of leaves. She knelt down, pressing her palm against the leaves before fisting her hand and rapping against the ground. Her eyes brightened at the noise, lips curving in a smile, "Oh, but you're a clever one..."
Brushing away the leaves, dirt and other vegetation, she exposed the doors and immediately grabbed the handles, hauling the doors upwards and rending any lock that may have been upon them useless. Descending the steps and plunging headlong into the darkness, her eyes needed no time to adjust as their faint glow fell upon her upper cheeks and her forehead. A quick glance around proved that the room was empty, but the faint noise she had heard from above was louder now, within the confines of the earthen walls.
Following the sound, as she drew nearer she recognized it to be a shower, and despite the circumstances, she suddenly desired a shower of her own. Turning thoughts of searing water and hot steam away, she felt her heartbeat increase as she spotted a door slightly ajar; the running water coming from within. She paused for only a brief moment just outside the door, slender hand pressing against it, before she lightly pushed it inwards, revealing the small room beyond.
Her breath caught in her throat as she stepped over the threshold and into the steam-filled room, beads of condensation slowly forming a slick sheen on her tanned skin. Through the haze and frosted glass she could make out a form in the shower stall, apparently sitting upon the ground and for a brief moment, she forgot why exactly it was she was here. Seeing him upon the ground as he was brought a temporary halt to her vicious rage, her bloodlust.
Quickly turning her mind to the night before to refuel her anger, at his escape and his supercilious words, she bared her fangs and her silky voice filled the room, "Is there room for one more, love?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 6:25 pm
All this time he had been scheming; his guard slowly fell, his senses surging on anger and hesitation. His eyes tightly closed at times while he thought, and he noticed only the water that ran down his back and the threatening hunger that clawed at his temples, joints, and chest. He was in a sort of stupor, though conscious, and had rejected each and every one of his plots, save for running, that he had come up with whilst bathing.
He couldn’t run though, not with Giada so tight on his heels. His breathing hitched slightly at how messy this situation was – it seemed like she was everywhere at once, leaving him no place to hide. Not even his hole was safe; though well hidden from the human eye, there were numerous things that could be caught by other creatures of the night. He’d have to take care of that at a later date and be better prepared for next time.
But what could he do now? He was alone, weak, and absurdly defenseless in this shower, with naught but a petty scorn for himself and a clever wit. His head sank to rest upon his knees as a sigh rattled his chest, the vapors muffling his sense of smell, though he could still sense something… out of place.
"Is there room for one more, love?"
Too late.
It wasn’t possible for him to get any paler, but in the instance she spoke, his eyes darted to her form, eyes glaring through the frosted shower door. He didn’t move other than that, just yet. He could see her just clearly, her slightly satisfied grin, muddied bare feet, glowing red eyes casting an evil sheen across her tanned skin. Beautiful, though incredibly dangerous in this situation. And I didn’t even hear her open the door… he cursed himself mentally, trying to come up with some grand scheme that would rid him of this plight all together in just a second. Damnit… already making mistakes.
In a flash and a loud banging of the shower door as he used it for support, he rose, facing her with his arms spread out beside him, palms flat against the tiles, pushing him slightly forward. His head hung forward a bit, hair falling limply from his shoulders to hang in front of his face, framing livid eyes. Pale lips pursed until they were almost a single line, brow furrowing callously, a low growl present even as he laughed.
It was bitter and cruel, and came easily in his astonishment, low in pitch, then higher until it was a shrill, uneven cackle. He threw his head back as the laughter died in his throat, and he looked again at the demon, eyes intensely red, his sharp, angular face casting harsh shadows across his cheeks and the hollows of his eyes. Lars was nearly trembling there, standing, waiting, wishing he could just pounce her, rend open her chest and suck her dry. The water had run cold now, and the faint sting of it on his skin produced a venomous snarl, pupils slit in a sea of red. ”Do you have a reservation?” It wasn’t well thought out or as clever as he wished it, but it was all he could do when the only thing standing between him and the bloodthirsty demoness was a shower door. Not to mention he was naked.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 8:12 pm
Oh, how she wished she could see his face when she spoke to him. Was he surprised? Confused? Scared? If he was smart he'd be feeling all three and more, because when she was done with him, he wouldn't be feeling anything at all. But oh no, his end would not be a swift one, she would take her sweet time with him. He would be begging her to end his life before long.
The bang caused her wings to flare and her eyes to flash, but her smile only widened as he slowly rose to his full height, wet locks of hair falling over his shoulders and into his eyes. Her hands itched to feel his hair, to run her fingers through it, to tear it and his scalp from his skull.
The laughter caused her smile to falter slightly, caught off guard by the maddened cackling, her brow creased for a moment as she glared at him through the vaporous steam and the panel of glass. His words caused a soft, purring chuckle to issue from her, the sound turning into a low hiss as her tail flicked in the air behind her, like a cat that's just cornered a mouse. A nice big, attractive mouse - without any clothes on, no less. What a pleasant bonus.
"Come now, darling, don't be shy." She grinned maliciously and advanced upon the shower stall, her right hand curling into a fist. As she came up to the shower door, she placed her left hand on it, dragging her fingers down the smooth surface and producing a high-pitched whine as she left white marks in her nails' wake. "I promise I'll only bite you when I get too hungry to play anymore."
Raising her right arm, she thrust her fist forward at the glass - shattering the large, thick panel and sending the pieces crashing to the floor. She grabbed the edges of the newly created opening and loomed forward, heedless of the blood that started to trickle from her left hand, as she had pressed her palm against a frosty shard that was still stuck in the frame. Baring her fangs at the vampire as he stood against the far wall, she loosed an animalistic snarl, a hellish grin spreading across her features as her eyes blazed.
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Posted: Mon Feb 05, 2007 7:10 pm
The vampire chuckled as she spoke. Shy? Well, he as already completely exposed, totally defenseless and baring his teeth as per his nature – he could hide nothing from her now. His skin, normally cool and almost numb, was now icy cold, more so than death, and he could no longer feel the violent sting of freezing water as his skin took on a frosty blue color. His eyes, so red the corners appeared black, shifted around the room nervously. He could hold her gaze only for a few moments before dropping it, his lips shaking as his hunger grew.
The horrid sound that gnawed at his ears made him turn away slightly, trying to shield his naked body from the high-pitched rending of the shower door. Wet fingers twitched as they slid down the slick wall. His head nearly swam as she shoved her fist clean through the barrier, and it was clear then that he wouldn’t be able to win this fight.
At least not in this state.
With a quickness known only by desperation, he seized the demoness’s bleeding hand and pulled it towards his face, half-stumbling as he did so. Surprised by his own weakness, he covered the fresh wound with his mouth, relishing in the sweet metallic taste as it pooled onto his tongue. He did this quickly and with a controlled effort that was unseen in most of his meals, as if he took his time with her he’d surely be ripped to shreds before he had the strength to even teleport.
Throwing back her arm with a tougher force, he lunged past her, completely forgetting about his state of undress as he sped past her and into the main room, eyes adjusting slowly and muscles slightly pained from springing so haphazardly. Tight muscles rippled beneath his pale flesh as he ran, retracing Giada’s footsteps that were so clearly marked on the dusty wooden floors with mud. Through a doorway on the left he went, on towards the study, he scooped up a lonely collared shirt from the floor, unpressed and dirtied from some previous night.
Nearly knocking over an armchair in the process, he yanked on one sleeve of the white shirt, the hem of it coming down just below his backside. He bit his lip harshly, running his tongue over it as he dodged around a table, only to be halted by a wall of books. Behind the shelves was another room used solely for his experiments and as a place of restraint against his wildest bloodlusts. In one of the books on the upper shelves hid a key which allowed him entry into the room. Where is that damn thing?
Unbeknownst to him, the book lay under a heavy stack of manuals and papers strewn all over a desk in the far corner of the room, leaving him trapped as he struggled to find his way out.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 10:30 am
Her grin widened when his blood-lusting gaze shifted from hers, flitting about the room and seeming unable to fix itself on a certain item. She knew he was thinking, calculating and trying to form some sort of plan in that quick mind of his. But whatever he came up with wouldn't work this time, she had him.
No sooner than she attempted to reach in and drag him out by those silky, wet locks of his, he came forward away from the wall and took hold of her left wrist and jerked it away from the shower stall; her palm being pressed onto his hungry mouth. A small sound of surprise slipped past her full lips, magenta eyes widening marginally, and just as he had stumbled forward, his pulling her arm almost caused her to tumble onto the slick, tile floor.
Before she could recover from the surprise of his actions, he had cast her hand aside and was fleeing towards the door of the bathroom; his bare, icy body brushing against her heated skin and helping to dispel the stupor that had crept over her. She outstretched her bloody hand and pressed it against one of the unbroken panes of frosted glass, straightening her frame and blinking; bi-colored hair trembling as she shook her head.
As she lifted her gaze from the floor of the bathroom to watch him disappear into the dark hallway beyond, a hideous snarl burst from her lips; lips parting and jaws opening wide. The snarl morphed into a guttural cry as she streaked her hand down the glass, leaving a smeared, bloody trail, and her tail lashed behind her. Furious at having let him slip past her a second time, she gnashed her teeth together, the span of her mouth widening slightly as each white cap slowly lengthened, until every one of them was as pointed and sharp as her canines. Her nails slowly melted away into her fingers, the ends becoming just as pointed as her teeth and hard as bone; the talons cracking loudly against the doorframe as she grabbed it and thrust her head out into the hall.
"You little b***h!" She shrieked after him, voice warped into something inhuman. Her eyes slowly darkened, reptilian slits forming within their glowing centers, and her heightened eyesight had no trouble picking out the pale leg as it disappeared into a room just down the hall. An animalistic growl rumbled in her throat and she shot away from the lighted bathroom and into the gloom, stalking down the hall after him. She slowed and then halted near the doorway of the room he had just run into, nostrils flaring quietly as she inhaled his earthy scent, form hunched forward and purple hued claws lightly clacking against one another in anticipation.
She exhaled loudly, the back of her throat creating a sound almost akin to a feline’s purr, and she raked one hand down the wall next to the open doorway; talons scouring the wood. She knew he wasn't yet strong enough to get away from her as he had done before, by simply teleporting; he would have done so by now. This made the game so much more fun, when he knew there was no escape yet he ran just the same, like a little mouse. She issued the same, purr-like sound and then slunk around the corner and into the room, her draconic instincts and lusts allowing her to prolong the end no longer. As she crossed the threshold she was bowed low, talons raised and mouthful of razor sharp teeth exposed in a hellish grin.
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