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 Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 4:07 pm
 Kalrael Lekira
Renegade, abomination, traitor.
In the end, these are merely words.
Kalrael tilted his head back slightly, relaxed entirely despite the slightly increasing scent of blood from his own frame. "There is always something wanted, Isobel..." he looked down slightly at her, "It's just the means of attaining it that comes differently to us."
Temptation gave way to action before too long, and for a brief moment the Vampire narrowed his eyes with focus on one thing; pleasure. So blatantly obvious before him, and for what seemed the billionth time to him, in a point where he had no choice but to be submissive, but also to a point where for the first time, he didn't mind...
I am what I choose to be;
I have chosen my path of shadow.
Order Of Chaos: I have zero idea where to take this Notes. You got any ideas?
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 1:04 pm
 ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖Isobel Mierien❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
Isobel's nails dug into Kalrael's back as she bite his neck forcefully, planting her weight against him to force him to the floor, small moans escaping from her lips. She soon became oblivious to everything.
"Aww Isobel. You always get to have all the fun." Moriana whined, crouching behind Kalrael. Isobel remained oblivious until Madigan pushed her playfully, upon which she hissed and raked the Self-Creation across the face, leaving five bloody tears across his cheek. Moriana screeched and pushed Isobel to the floor, clawing at the demon before the demon pinned her down and locked her mouth with Moriana's, the girl going lax, read eyes fluttering closed in a morbidly pleasured sense. Isobel snarled before moving away, wiping her bloody mouth on her wrist, eyes livid as she gazed upon her comrades.
"We merely wanted to join you.." Madigan said, twirling his top hat on his finger.
♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
(Kares, do I ever know where I am going in the long run? razz )
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 1:14 pm
Kalrael Lekira
Renegade, abomination, traitor.
In the end, these are merely words.
Kalrael blinked once in surprise and again in mild alarm at the two who had arrived, but he picked himself up to a seat and watched the scene with growing interest but eventually shook his head slightly. "It seems there is a mild conflict of interests here." he observed. "The two of you come as a pair, only to disrupt and quote 'join' on another pair. And this doesn't strike you at all as either rude or out of place?"
I am what I choose to be;
I have chosen my path of shadow.
Order Of Chaos: ...That's a trick question, right?
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 1:35 pm
❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖Isobel Mierien❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
Madigan thought for a moment, before smiling and shaking his head. "Nope. Seems that you've replaced Herinaad, and you seem far less aggressive." Madigan smiled, sitting next to Moriana who was now coming back to consciousness and he crossed his legs. Isobel stood, nearly trembling in anger as she vehemently glared at the pair that had intruded upon what was hers.
♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
( ^.^ )
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 1:40 pm
Kalrael Lekira
Renegade, abomination, traitor.
In the end, these are merely words.
Kalrael raised an eyebrow slightly at both the comment of him replacing... someone... and the note of his aggression - not that being pinned to the floor left much room for aggression in the first place. He stood and kicked his shirt up into his hand, which in the same fluid motion he had drawn over himself. "There's a long story behind that," he said simply, "One that probably wouldn't be all too interesting for you to hear. However."
He looked over to Isobel with a slight skepticism in his face. "I've replaced who?"
I am what I choose to be;
I have chosen my path of shadow.
Order Of Chaos:
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 2:02 pm
❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖Isobel Mierien❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
"No one." Isobel said, appearing behind the vampire, her lips brushing his neck gently, more gently than what would be expected from her in her still lusting state. Blood seemed to be painted on her white skin.
"Herinaad was her counterpart." Madigan said matter of factually, and Isobel's hands curled in on themselves as she looped her hands around Kalrael's chest, snaking under his arms. "Before she killed him."
"After he gave me my gift." Isobel whispered, rising onto her tiptoes to whisper in Kalrael's ear. "His blood gave my fans life you see, and a final, pleasurable moment."
"Cut short by Evania's intervention." Madigan acted, running his hand through Moriana's ivory hair as the girl sat up.
"Her blood tasted sweet enough." Isobel murmured in Kalrael's ear as her eyes lidded and her chin tilted up, foot trailing up the lower part of the vampire's leg.
♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 2:09 pm
Kalrael Lekira
Renegade, abomination, traitor.
In the end, these are merely words.
Kalrael narrowed his eyes until they were nearly closed from thought and the immense temptations. However, his rationale broke through and he found himself in a slightly strenuous situation. From one recollection he was more passive than the one he had "replaced", and on the same note this other had been killed by none other than Isobel herself. Not exactly what he had in mind, but all the same he was neither going to provoke her wrath in stepping away nor get himself out of what amusement he could in her grip, at least not until necessary.
"So, let me get this right..." he looked over to Madigan, an eyebrow raised, "You're telling me I'm next?"
He tilted his head back slightly, just enough to see Isobel's eye in his own periphery. "And what's your side of all this?"
I am what I choose to be;
I have chosen my path of shadow.
Order Of Chaos:
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 2:21 pm
❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖Isobel Mierien❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
Madigan shrugged, pulling Moriana onto his lap. "No one knows." He offered. "No predicting that one."
Isobel growled lightly, fingers running across Kalrael's chest. "Why would I kill you? I have no need to as far as I am concerned." She purred, laying her head on Kalrael's shoulder, looking towards him with ruby eyes. She traced circled on his chest with a finger and her lips parted slightly in a small sigh.
♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 2:24 pm
Kalrael Lekira
Renegade, abomination, traitor.
In the end, these are merely words.
After a momentous measuring of his options, Isobel's sigh was silenced by his lips to her own, however brief. He turned his head to Madigan and Moriana with a slightly narrower glare than previously, before turning his attention back to Isobel. "Tell me... why did you kill this 'Herinaad' figure then? What motivation was there?"
I am what I choose to be;
I have chosen my path of shadow.
Order Of Chaos:
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 2:53 pm
❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖Isobel Mierien❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
Isobel's eyes glimmered with memory and her lips curled into a smile. "Hell forged blades in the Daedric fires require blood in order to gain life, and it must be the blood of the forger or the customer. Herinaad forgot this you see." Isobel explained, pressing into Kalrael. Madigan rolled his eyes and nodded in agreement, lips beginning to roam Moriana's shoulder as he watched the pair before them.
♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 3:02 pm
Kalrael Lekira
Renegade, abomination, traitor.
In the end, these are merely words.
Kalrael noted the implications of him ever presenting such a gift as to be blood-bound by it, but all the same ramifications were known wide and far to him, and for several moments he barely had the clarity of mind to think, but he straightened himself out again shortly after. "So be it. I've spent most of my life uncaring for consequence anyway, but that still leaves uninvited guests, now doesn't it?"
I am what I choose to be;
I have chosen my path of shadow.
Order Of Chaos:
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 3:58 pm
❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖Isobel Mierien❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
"They don't matter, never have," Isobel purred, tugging on Kalrael slightly. Moriana huffed while Madigan grinned, soon falling backwards as Moriana covered his eyes, and the pair disappeared into a bright cosmic flash. "I've killed them before anyway, they aren't too fun." Isobel said, moving to Kalrael's front. She twined herself around him, hands clutching at his back while one of her feet was between his. Her tongue trailed up his neck and she bit his earlobe, pulling on it gently before she dropped to a crouch and grabbed his wrist, pressing her lips to the thin skin there teasingly as she looked up to the vampire, her other hand clutching the back of his knee.
♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 4:06 pm
Kalrael Lekira
Renegade, abomination, traitor.
In the end, these are merely words.
Kalrael raised an eyebrow both at Isobel's words and actions, but he came down to a level crouch in front of her, eyes watching her own through the reddened power flowing over them. "You certainly have a way with those around you then, huh..." he asked moreso than said, despite his tone, "but it leaves me to question one thing. What is there really behind all the promises of death?"
He brought a hand around to her shoulder and fitted all but his thumb under it as he slid it down the side of her kimono. "What are you really made of, Isobel?"
I am what I choose to be;
I have chosen my path of shadow.
Order Of Chaos:
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 4:22 pm
❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖Isobel Mierien❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
Isobel shuddered, her eyes lidding as her lips parted in a silent moan. She managed to concentrate enough though to answer his question. "Shadow lilies and daggers of pleasure." She answered with a slow smile, eyes widening ever so slightly. "And you, Kalrael, who went from defending a creature of the Light to accepting pleasure from the depths of Hell..." Isobel drew closer to the vampire, feeling his grip on her with a shiver and hooked her arms around his neck. "What are you?" She whispered in his ear.
♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰♰
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Posted: Sat Nov 05, 2011 4:30 pm
Kalrael Lekira
Renegade, abomination, traitor.
In the end, these are merely words.
"Oh, how many ways I could answer that..." Kalrael shifted his weight back slightly, almost teasingly as he unbent his leg between Isobel's own and straightened it against the floor. "Inspiration, I suppose would best fit the situation though. Patient though, cautious, but always waiting."
He fiddled slightly with his grip on the kimono and chuckled quietly, a great many images flooding his mind that even an hour ago would have sent a shudder down his spine, but now only provoked laughter. "A strange match though; I had heard daggers were more quick in both intent and action."
I am what I choose to be;
I have chosen my path of shadow.
Order Of Chaos:
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