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Post by Linx on Oct 14, 2011 4:30:57 GMT -6
He smiles at her as she pushed herself up, the kind of smile one wouldn't see on his face often. It was one of happiness and true peace. As she leans down to kiss him, he wraps his arms around her tighter, pulling her in closer, answering her kiss with his own. For once, he'd found someone he could be himself with, that he didn't have to hide from or lie to. He guides them into another roll, placing her beneath him, kissing her deeply. As he pulls back, his eyes stare back into hers, his smile faltering for a second. Now that he had this peace, this happiness, he was afraid to lose it. He didn't want anything to ever take it from him, and he'd fight to his dieing breath to protect her, consequences be damned. He finally understood what it meant to have power with meaning, and what he was supposed to do with his strength.
He could no longer keep rejecting the power at his disposal out of principle, it was time to put it to use. People deserved the chance to be happy, to have moments such as this. If there was anyway he could do that, by any means needed, he wouldn't hesitate, not anymore. He finally understood...."Nat..." he whispers softly, his hands slipping under her clothes to glide along her skin, leaning in for another gentle kiss, whispering pass their lips, "...I love you." he finishes softly, afraid and hoping she felt the same, before deepening the kiss, trying to pour all his emotions into it, to show her how much she meant to him. It was the last thought he had of the night, and spent the rest enjoying the woman he loved.
As sun rose the next morning, his eyes open slowly. He lay on his back, with Nat partially on his chest, nestled against him. He smiles as he turns his head slightly to kiss the top of her head, then resting his cheek against her and closing his eyes again. He wanted to go get started on his project, but he wanted to be with her more. His right arm was curled around her waist, hand resting on her hip, left intertwined with hers, holding her close to him, enjoying the moment he had with her. He lets his mind wander as he lay with her, drifting back almost into sleep, truly relaxed and happy. He kisses her head again, whispering softly, "I love you."
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Post by Natala September on Oct 14, 2011 12:34:34 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/5n84rs.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all… . "I love you too." nat whispered the words back to him. this was the happiest she had been in a long time. the sun shined down from the skylight and she could feel it's warmth. snuggling closer to linx, she gave his hand a soft squeeze. nothing was as warm as the body next to her though. a soft smile spread across her face as she leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips. "good morning hun." she smiled and stretched out a bit. no bad dreams. odd, maybe it was because of last night. a light blush came over her face and she sat up yawning. he still looked a little tired so she figured she'd make breakfast. now where were her clothes. reluctantly she slipped out of the warm bed and grabbed her button up black shirt. as she headed down stairs she buttoned up the shirt and shivered. the house was chilly now that she was away from linx.
. rummaging through the kitchen, she found a couple things she needed and started making breakfast. did she really love him? there was no hesitation when she said it back to him. making pancakes, she was lost in thought. she hadn't known him all that long but she really felt something for him. sure she almost killed him. yeah he had almost killed her. but they had been through a lot together in the short amount of time she had known him. hell, she even showed up at his house all the way out in the mountains. if that didn't mean something then she didn't know what did. a small smile came over her as she started cooking. there was no doubt in her mind that she was in love with this man. her smile grew a little bit more as she finished off the pancakes. the female didn't make much food wise but she made enough for him to eat. grabbing a tray and some plates, she carried the food upstairs and brought hims breakfast in bed.
. pancakes, some bacon, a little bit of fruit and some coffee. all of it she got ready for him. "made you breakfast. it's not much but it's enough to eat." she murmured a little embarrassed as she sipped her cup of cocoa. she had made a little something to drink for herself, but she wasn't hungry. the food was all for him and she had munched while she was cooking. "if you want to work on your projects or whatever go ahead. I'll find something to do. maybe even sleep a little bit more or something." nat smiled to him. sure she wanted to hang out with him as much as she could but he did have stuff to do and she wasn't going to keep him from that. she sat indian style on the bed cradling her cup of cocoa. she wasn't as cold anymore, which was a good thing. though she was really glad she decided to come up the mountain and bother him. if she hadn't, then they wouldn't be like they were now.
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Post by Linx on Oct 15, 2011 13:13:55 GMT -6
As he rests lightly, Nat stirs and wakes him. He returns her kiss with a gentle smile, frowning slightly as she quickly climbs out of bed and disappears. Well, that usually didn't bode well. He sighs, shutting his eyes. He was such an idiot. Like a woman like her would honestly be interested in him. She'd practically fled upon waking. He growls as he rolls out of bed, slipping into a new set of clothes before disappearing down one of his many passages. Fine, she wanted nothing to do with him, and he'd stay out of her way. He starts a fire under his forge before stepping off to check his workroom, grabbing a light blanket and throwing it on the cot that he had down there. He folds up the second shirt he'd brought for a pillow and returns to his forge, forcing the depressing thoughts out of his conscious mind.
He had a job to do, and that meant something to focus on, anything less than total concentration would ruin the piece, and he refused to allow that. He moves lightly over to an old dust covered chest, reverently lifting the lid on it. This was to be his finest work, and it required the finest of materials. He removes large pieces of diamond and ruby, as well as silver and steel to craft the finest blade he'd ever had. He strips off his shirt and moves to stoke the flames with the bellows. He didn't use his pyrokinetic abilities this time, it would make the flame burn hotter, but harder to gauge it's heat and intensity. It would also give him a second focus in his mind, and he couldn't allow that. Soon enough, the fires were burning hot and he began working his materials, losing himself in his work.
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Post by Natala September on Oct 16, 2011 13:00:18 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/5n84rs.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all… . so she walked into an empty room? where did he go? grabbing the tray, she headed back downstairs and looked everywhere she could for him. not a linx to be found anywhere. did he just up and leave her? it was then she realized he must have gone downstairs. and it was probably right after she left. he probably thought she just used him for sex. god she was so stupid! growling, she slammed the tray on the counter. why didn't she think of that when she left. she thought it would be cute and nice to make him breakfast but no. her genius ass slipped out without saying a word. frustrated with herself, nat punched the wall. no damage was done except to her hand. her knuckles starting bleeding a bit. the female stormed off to the shower, more frustrated with herself then anything. while she was in the shower, the female just broke down. she cried and cried. the first time she actually gets a nice guy and she goes and fucks it up.
. the shower seemed to take forever and after she dried off she found another shirt. having nothing to do, the female crawled into bed. maybe she'd feel better after a nap. that was wishful thinking. her nap turned into the nap from hell. the nightmare returned but this time she knew it was linx. the shadows no longer covered him but they did linger behind him threatening. she fought longer this time as well and her weapon wasn't a sword. it was a scythe made from her blood. her form was different as well. the blood had wrapped around nat creating a suit of armor. before she could figure out what was going on, linx stabbed her through the heart. jerking awake, the female sat up in the bed and ran to the bathroom yet again barely making it to the toilet. and yet again she threw up blood. what was going on? why were these dreams coming up? why was she even worried?
. cleaning herself, nat headed back downstairs. the tray of food she made for him was still on the counter and she got depressed again. feeling like shit, she rummaged through the cabinets until she found the whiskey. pouring herself a shot, the female flopped on the couch. "stupid linx. if he doesn't come back up then I'll find my own way down the mountain." nat took the shot and set the glass on the table. sure first sign of trouble he runs away. what a coward. now she wasn't going to be mad at herself she was going to be mad at him. it was all his fault now. eyeing where she found the whiskey, nat poured herself another shot. hell she didn't even like the stuff but she was drinking it in hopes of feeling better. though it wasn't helping very much. her mood only seemed to worsen.
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Post by Linx on Oct 16, 2011 13:43:20 GMT -6
The sound of the hammer rings out in the darkness, sparks flying and illuminating the room beyond the glow of the forge. Time and again, the ringing of hammer against steel sounded right, and another piece of bent and twisted steel was tossed aside before he paused for a break. He'd managed to work out most of his frustration and emotions on those pieces, and he was feeling better now. Maybe she'd just had to use the bathroom? That would make sense. That was a normal thing right? Hell, like he knew normal. He shakes his head, exhaling lightly before he drops onto his cot, lighting up a cigarette. He lets the nicotine flood his system, using the familiar presence as a starting point to gather his thoughts and focus. "Time to get to business." he mumbles to himself once finished.
He takes a deep breath to calm himself, and moves with great deliberation through the motions of his craft. Heating the metal, shaping it to his will and the image in his minds eye, reheating and shaping. Hammering out the flaws and burrs along the blade. The hardest part came when combining the diamond and ruby to it, but it was nothing too difficult, merely time consuming and painstakingly slow. He exhales his breath slowly, the only sign of relief he gave at how well the blade was coming. He molds the malleable material to his will, quickly shaping it into the blade he wanted it to be for her, the perfect weapon in her hands. He only hoped she'd like it. He was taking a guess on what type of weapon she'd actually use, and he was hoping his thoughts and mental notes were accurate, and his inferences from them. If not, then he'd have wasted his greatest creation.
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Post by Natala September on Oct 16, 2011 21:06:58 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/5n84rs.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all… . the bottle of whiskey on the table was almost half gone by now. she sat with her feet on the floor and the shot glass dangling from her fingers. alcohol wouldn't affect her if she didn't want it too but she wanted it too. why? because she didn't want to deal with the emotions and thoughts in her head. glancing over to the kitchen, she sighed. the food would just go to waste if she left it. swaying she wandered over to the counter and ate the food. fine if he didn't want to come back up here and eat the food she made, then she was going to eat it. setting her glass on the counter, she quickly decided to grab the bottle of whiskey too. no need to waste that too. guess she was such a bad cook after all. that or the whiskey was making everything taste good. that was probably the case because she didn't think she was a very good cook. depressed, she finished the food and washed the dishes. hell she even cleaned the whole damn kitchen. it just gave her something to do.
. when she was done cleaning the kitchen, she sat on the counter just letting her mind wander. it went to places she wasn't proud of. nat grabbed a knife and sliced her palm. the blood dripped but didn't hit the ground. it floated in front of her and began to move and dance. it seemed far more fluid now that she had alcohol in her system. "hmm I wonder." her hand reached out and the blood began to bubble and grow. more blood flowed from her hand and a shape began to take form. sweat formed on her brow but she didn't stop. soon the blood began to lengthen and it was only a matter of time before a complete scythe formed in her hand. the blade glistened a deep red from her blood. "what in the world?" the female's eyes widened and she slid off the counter. she no longer felt tired and drained from creating it. "linx! linx!" she called trying to find him, but she doubted that he heard her.
. the female took one step and she felt the wave of exhaustion was over her. well this gave her something to do. grabbing the whiskey she downed the rest and left the bottle out. the tiredness seemed to fade away and she gripped the scythe tightly. there was an open area and she decided to put it to use. dancing and moving a bit, she slashed with the scythe. nothing was in her path but she was able to move with the scythe. the female swung it and moved in the living room. this was surprisingly easy for her. but the moment she switched hands with the sword, the exhaustion returned and she dropped to the ground. the scythe returned to it's blood form, but spread all over the floor. oh. linx was going to be so mad at her. slowly but surely the blood started to return to her but she felt even more exhausted with each second. there was a small amount of blood left on the floor, but she couldn't stay conscious any longer. having used her power so much, she was drained. not to mention the alcohol was affecting her. all she needed was a nice rest. he wouldn't get to mad at her would he? nat wondered as she drifted off to sleep.
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Post by Linx on Oct 18, 2011 22:15:11 GMT -6
The sun was beginning to set before Linx finally broke from his trance, exhaustion overtaking him for a moment as his legs almost gave it. He panted heavily as he leaned against the wall, sweat covering him from head to toe as he stared at the greatest piece he'd ever produced. Never again would he be able to replicate it, or come anywhere near it. It was only once in a smiths life if he lived long enough, worked diligently at his craft that he could create a piece of this magnitude. It had been millenia since a weapon like this had been crafted. A weapon of legend. It was a slender rapier in design, the blade three feet long and only two fingers span wide, a dark blood red edged in diamond. The blade was honed to the perfect edge, as sharp as it could possible be without becoming brittle, the tip a needles point. It was a blade of speed and elegance. A thin tube ran from the hilt down the blade within the metal itself, allowing it's wielder to transfer her blood from her palm into her opponents body as she struck, before she would dance back out of reach and control her opponent as easily as she did herself. He laid his most powerful magicks into it, the weapon unbreakable, never dulling, never losing it's edge. A single blemish would never appear on this blade, and it would shine like brilliant starlight in the dark at command. Silver was blended in with the metal and diamond, making it even more effective against those of the undead that feared silver. Cold iron was worked in as well, bane of the sidhe or faery folk. The hilt had been hollowed out from the pommel to store blood as well, heavily enchanted to keep it fresh in case she should need it.
It was a simple flowing guard in design around the hilt, protecting her hand and adding style to the blade. The sheath was made of blackened silver, inlaid with diamonds and brilliant, perfectly cut rubies on either side, also heavily enchanted. They stored pure energy for her use, to refresh her in combat or on long journeys. He smiles as he slips the blade into it's sheath, covering it in the wrap he'd made himself, black and crimson silk intertwined to provide a strong yet elegant covering, enchanted to protect it from the weather. He gently pulls the red silk cord together to tie it shut for her, laying it in a black mahogany box lined in red velvet for her, tucking it under his arm. He'd carefully engraved her name on the box in flowing, golden letters, placing his own seal upon it to make it as his creation and who it was for. As he turns to take it with him out of the workshop, his name reaches his ears, and the sound of someone collapsing on the floor made him break into a sprint, carefully keeping hold of the box.
He slides into the living room, gently placing the box on the couch as he goes by, sliding to his knees and scooping her up in his arms. Dammit, she'd exerted herself in a drunken stupor from the look and smell of it. His home reeked of blood now, and it sickened him. This was supposed to be his home away from the battlefield, free of the travesties of war. Now even it reeked of blood. He scowls, shaking his head before, gently raising the little power he could muster, forcing his own life energy into her to heal her, nearly dropping unconscious himself. He gently shakes her awake, "Nat, Nat? You ok?" he says, his voice concerned.
He holds her tightly against him, not moving yet in case there was more wrong with her than he initially assumed. He'd purged the alcohol from her system and healed her hand. She might be a little tired, but otherwise he was sure she'd be fine. He continues holding her softly, watching the snow outside begin to fall again as he raises the fireplace to life with a brief thought, closing his eyes in exhaustion. "Please wake up Nat, please be ok." he whispers softly, bowing his head in silence as he holds her, waiting to hear her voice again.
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Post by Natala September on Oct 18, 2011 23:10:16 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/5n84rs.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all… . a familiar power washed over her and she was pulled from the haunting nightmares that consumed her. the nightmares clawed at the back of her mind threatening to pull her under again. the magic seemed to cradle her though and her eyes fluttered open. warm arms were wrapped around, and she was held close to a familiar person. a sharp breath came from the female as a pain started in her chest. the remaining blood on the ground and in the air tried to force its way back into her body. why it chose this moment to do so was beyond her. the remaining blood created a spike that drove into her chest and melted into her body. her eyes flashed to an eerie red before she seemed to snap back into consciousness. "linx! oh my god linx! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cause such a problem." the smell of blood and any trace of it seemed to disappear completely. embarrassed, nat pulled herself from his hold and sat in front of him.
. right he was mad at her. that's why he went and hid in his basement. for whatever reason tears seemed to form in her eyes and she tried to keep them from spilling over. "linx I'm so sorry. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast, but when I got back you weren't there and I thought you were mad at me. I didn't mean to make you mad. I was just trying to be nice. I love you and I thought I'd try to be cute." she was rambling and her face was flaming. tears were also falling down her face as she fiddled with her shirt. she didn't want to look at him. actually she couldn't. she felt really bad. terrible even. the female had thought coming here was a good idea, but all she's been doing is causing problems. "look if you want me to go it's ok. really." nat mumbled softly as she continued to fiddle with her shirt. her palm tingled slightly as the wound she continually kept there tried to resurface.
. the fire came to life startling her and she jumped a little bit. shifting her position, the female made it so she was sitting on her knees in front of him. exhaustion was clear on her face but she didn't care. her body was complaining to her that she needed to rest, like actually rest, but she didn't want too. something caught her eye on the couch and her mouth practically dropped. was that what she thought it was? had he been working on that the whole time? her face went a deeper red and she looked down at the ground. now she felt like even more of an ass. nat bite her lip to stop even more tears from falling. he didn't get all the alcohol out of her system. that or she was just really emotional right now. "god I'm so sorry. I really am so very sorry." all she felt like she could do was apologize. could she say it anymore? would that help her feel better? would it make him happy? she just didn't know what to do.
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Post by Linx on Oct 19, 2011 23:09:50 GMT -6
He hangs his head and chuckles as she recovers and immediately goes into her apologies. Breakfast huh? He was going to have to get used to this...whatever they were stuff. He holds up his hand to stop her, shaking his head, smiling despite himself. "Don't worry about it, I'm not used to this, so I think the fault was on both our part. For my end, you hopped out of bed and got dressed first thing in the morning, I didn't know what to think. It's just...well...uhh.." he falters, turning slightly red, rubbing the back of his head and chuckling nervously. [coloir=blue]"Well, it's just that you were my first, and I thought that a beautiful woman could have whoever she wanted, and it just seemed like you weren't interested in me."[/color] he finishes lamely, exhaling a sigh, realizing how lame it sounded. It was the truth however, what was he supposed to do, lie? That just seemed...wrong.
He smiles wearily at her, leaning in to gently place a kiss on her lips, gently tapping his forehead against hers. "Let's just not talk about it again. Ever." he says with a laugh. "Well, while you were off making breakfast, draining my finest whiskey I'd been saving for clients and the like and spattering blood all over my house, I was working on that for you." he says, indicating the box with his chin. "I hope you like it, I wasn't sure what to make for you, but it seemed the best suit for you." he says with a shrug, wondering whether or not she used real weapons. God knows she needed real steel in her hands, much more reliable than blood, as it was easily dealt with by those with any modicum of intelligence. His steel however, especially this one, would never fail, and there wasn't anything in the world besides greater skill with a weapon that would defeat her.
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Post by Natala September on Oct 20, 2011 23:47:43 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/5n84rs.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all… . if she had ears, they would be pressed against her head in guilt. finest whiskey? she was just terrible with people and doing things. "I'm sorry. I'll buy you more." she murmured toying with her shirt some more. why did she always do dumb things without thinking? he finished her sword though and that made her smile. he wanted to push the topic behind them and she'd respect that. getting up, the female went over to the couch. the box was absolutely beautiful. her name was carved into it and she let her fingers brush against the word. giving him a side glance, nat opened the box and knelt before the couch. the blade was wrapped in a cloth, which she carefully removed. he really went to a lot of effort to make this blade perfect. her mouth practically dropped when she saw the blade. sure it was just the sheath but it was beautiful.
. the rubies glistened in the light and her fingers ran over them. she could feel the energy from them and her eyes widened. "linx. this is beautiful." whispering the words softly, nat pulled the blade out of it's sheath. the blood red diamond glistened in the light of the fire. "linx..." she couldn't finish her sentence. this blade was absolutely beautiful. it was something she had never seen before and she could tell he put everything he had into it. in a bit of a daze, she grabbed the hilt and lifted the blade. it didn't even feel like she had picked anything up. running a finger along the blade, she pulled back surprised when blood flowed from her finger. damn this was sharp. the sword seemed to respond to the blood from her finger. "this is incredible. I just wow." still she was at a loss for words as she gripped the handle. this sword was amazing. carefully she placed it back in it's sheath and put it away completely in the box.
. nat walked back over to linx and gave him the biggest hug followed by the longest kiss ever. "linx! that sword is amazing! you really didn't have to do that for me. really that's just awesome." he didn't have to go to all that trouble. she threw her arms around him again and gave him another big hug. "thank you linx really. I love you." the female gave him a warm smile and a soft kiss as she let him go and went to sit on the couch by her sword. she pulled the box into her lap and her fingers kept running over the wood. it was so amazing and she honestly couldn't get over it. how could one person create such a thing. "I uh hate to ask this but can you teach me how to use it? correctly that is. I taught myself how to use my blood but I've only ever used a real blade a few times." the female admitted holding the box in her lap as she looked up at linx with a sheepish smile. if she was going to have a weapon like this then she was going to learn how to use a weapon like this.
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Post by Linx on Oct 21, 2011 1:22:42 GMT -6
He smiles at her, delighted that she was pleased with the finished piece. It was a craftsmans greatest happiness when others were proud of their work. He returns his kiss happily, not moving from the floor as he couldn't really stand. He was practically dead on his feet, so to speak. He was worn out and exhausted. He'd need a lot of sleep to recover from that blade."The hilt has been hollowed out to store some of your blood as well, and within the blade, there's a tunnel of sorts that will allow you to move the blade from your palm or hilt into your enemy. I figured this way you could store blood within it, and not constantly have to inflict damage on yourself in order to damage your enemy. It'll never rust, never dull. It's the finest piece I've ever crafted. And yes, Nat, I did. I take pride in my work, never doing my best. But this piece..." he hesitates, unsure how she'd receive the news that was coming. There was more to it than he'd ever told anyone. "This blade was the pinnacle of my craft. Never again will I match this level of perfection. Once in a smiths life if they live long enough, work hard enough, can they craft a thing of legend like this. However, after that moment...after that moment, they usually never craft anything ever again. They will never match that single piece, and it takes a lot of the drive out of them." he says softly, staring at the blade in her hands. It seemed as if that very weapon was destined for her, and she for it. It was, he knew, all of his skill in a single place. He wasn't sure if he'd ever put hammer to anvil again. He was losing a part of himself, a big part.
He struggles to his feet, stumbling a bit, raising a hand to forestall any attempts to help him. The crafting and healing, imbuing his own life energy into the blade and her both, severely weakened him, and more than likely took a few decades off his life. He could feel the cold in his bones, and nothing but weariness in every movement. He sighs as he sinks into his chair, looking like hell, head drooping slightly as he fought to keep his eyes open. He need not worry her with the fact that he cut his own life in half for her, she'd outlive him anyway, as a half demon. No point in letting her carry that guilt around. "I love you too Nat, always." he whispers softly. "And of course I'll teach you how to use it, we can start when I've had some rest." he says, forcing himself to his feet, Arioch coming to his aid. "Our body is weak...we, we put a lot of ourselves into that blade Natala." Arioch says softly, helping cloud the exhaustion from Linx's mind so he could make it to the stairs, not answering Linx as to what he'd meant by we. Truth be told, Arioch had placed a lot of himself in there as well, a great amount of power that neither would know about until he could figure out how to explain it to them.
Linx stumbles up the stairs, stopping at the door to the bathroom, coughing roughly, feeling something wet in his hand. As he pulled it away, he realized it was his blood. He smiles grimly, stepping in to clean himself up before she could notice. "Figures..." he mutters, before turning inward. He stumbles back to his bed, slipping out of his clothes as he did so and collapsing into the soft silks, burying himself, feeling cold all over. "Arioch...Arioch, how long do I have?" he whispers softly. It was awhile before Arioch answered, and as Linx was drifting into rest, he did. "Not long at all my friend."
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Post by Natala September on Oct 21, 2011 12:06:00 GMT -6
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. snow was falling, but not heavily which meant her training might not be that long. if it was snowing just little bit that usually meant it would pick up soon. pulling her jacket tighter around her, nat headed off a little ways into the forest. she didn't go so far that she lost sight of the cabin, but far enough that she wouldn't be disturbed. the female found a nice area the had a few downed trees. sure it was cold outside and she should be resting but she didn't want too. she didn't want to go upstairs and smell his blood. he probably didn't think she would notice but anything with blood she notices, if she wants too that is. this time the smell simply crept up on her. sighing, nat dropped to the ground and folded her legs beneath her. closing her eyes, she slipped into a bit of a trance. was it truly the alcohol that had affected her in creating the scythe or had she done it herself? that was a question she was going to find an answer too. letting her meditation take her completely she slipped into her mind searching for an answer. what she found was a little disturbing.
. her mental landscape was that familiar destroyed and burning place that she had seen in her dreams. there was a person at the other end of the barren land, except this time it wasn't linx. it was herself. the blood red wings extended behind the other her. it's eyes were feral and a deep crimson red. was this what she looked like in her other form? god she was hideous and scary looking. "scary isn't it? you rely too much on your human self. look what we can be if you gave up that part of you."
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[/b] it grinned showing pointed canines. much to her surprise there was the scythe in it's hand. nat ignored the demon across from her, but that was a mistake. it lunged across the gap and sliced along the length of her chest. "what the fuck!" the female exclaimed jumping back as she tried to dodge another attack. . it didn't take her that long to slip out of her meditation and hurry back into the house. "fuck that shit." nat growled as she pulled the jacket off and much to her surprise there was blood on her shirt. she pulled that off too and there wasn't a wound but just the blood. the familiar feeling rose up in her stomach and she ran to the bathroom. the female threw up in the toilet and yet gain it was blood. nat sat back in the bathroom and tore off the shirt and threw it in the garbage. what the hell was that demon saying? she was clinging to her humanity? but things weren't like that. she couldn't have the power of a demon because her mother was just a human right? or was that a lie? she was so confused. nat stumbled out of the bathroom and onto the couch. she pulled the blanket around her shivering as she passed out almost immediately. [/div] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Linx on Oct 24, 2011 2:17:57 GMT -6
The wind raged into the night as snow swirled in the furious gale, the rumbling of thunder and flashes of lighting the back drop for this dark night. Within the warm and quiet home however, two people slept soundly. One was Nat, the love of his life, the other his demon, Arioch. Linx lay awake in bed, feelings of doom hanging around him. He could feel it in his bones, and something in the night caused the demon within to stir. "It's time." he whispers solemnly to Linx's silent nod. Death had come at last to his mountain, and he would meet it head on. He rises from his bed and silently dresses, black fatigues tucked into his boots, black shirt tucked in, leather jacket over it all. He clipped his web belt on, shrugged into his harness and laced up his boots. His hips bore his lone gunblade, a weapon he'd forged long ago and had remade countless times. His lower back housed his twin handguns, heavily modified and outfitted, each sporting a blade from the base of the barrel, heavy .454 caliber hand cannons. Across his back was slung a mammoth of a blade that Arioch favoured, and twinned to it was a massive scythe. Twin knives were on his chest, with two more tucked into his boots. A gleaming silver pendant hung down his neck, a lions head in mid roar, letting it's defiance and courage be known. The only piece of jewelery he wore.
He moves through his home in silence, stopping beside the couch where Nat lay. He smiles sadly, wishing they had had more time together before softly kissing her lips, and continuing on his way. Arioch remained silent through the ordeal, knowing he was to blame for the fate that the young man must face, powerless to change it. He coughed as he stepped out, blood pooling in his hand, He scowls as he shakes it free, spattering the pure snow in crimson, wiping the rest on his pant legs. Physically weak still, the wind bit deep into their flesh as they trudged out into the snow, beginning the long hike they knew would take them to their final battle grounds. No sense in letting them catch Nat with them, she at least could be saved, if they could not. The moon was high over head, if hidden by the clouds, and it was fully midnight now as they reached the wind swept mountain top, shadowy forms lurking about the tree line as Linx moved into the open. He grimaces as he falters briefly, making for the center where an ancient stone altar rested.
He drops to his knees as he hacks up more blood, scowling fiercely as they send out their prayers, a bloody hand print their offering as they moved to stand after a few moments. He inhales deeply, drawing the winter air deep inside his lungs as a revitalizing breath, exhaling a warm cloud as he smirks, lifting a cigarette to his mouth, flicking open his lighter. The little light dances fiercely in the gale but catches, and he inhales once more, breathing deeply, as if noticing the feeling for the first time. He slips the lighter back into his pocket as he pulls on leather gloves, cig dangling from the corner of his mouth as his eyes scan the clearing. They were surrounded, heavily outnumbered and outgunned. He inhales again as a form moves froth from the darkness, armour clinking softly as it approached, a massive blade gripped in its hand, down by his side, not yet an offensive posture.
"Traitor Arioch, and accomplice Linx." he says in a voice colder than the winter chill to the two as it stops several feet away. "Hello again Nicodemus. Finally come to collect on my own home ground?" Linx asks softly, smiling lightly as he puffs again, the smoke half gone. "It brings me no pleasure to slay an old friend and ally, but I must follow the laws. A rogue demon shall not be free, least of all a traitor such as this. You know what he has done, do you knot human?" he matched in a soft tone. A polite executioner, hell, guess he had seen everything now. "Better than you I suspect, I've had to live with it all my life. The knowledge weighing me down, day by day with what crimes he has committed. He himself acknowledges them to me, and does not hide from the truth." he says as he drops his butt to the ground, stamping it out. He draws the blade at his hip, raising it before him defensively. The armoured figure raises his blade as well, a sigh escaping his lips. He was no demon, but one caught in servitude, and he wished he could break free. Unfortunately it wasn't in the cards for the poor man. He raises his free hand to his ear, hesitating a moment as he silently pleaded with the young man to accept death peacefully, but recognizing the steely eyed look. If Linx was about to die, it wasn't going to be quiet, and it was sure as hell going to be as unpeaceful as he could make it.
The hand drops, lightning flashes. Linx roars long and loud into the night, as the screams of scores of demons rise up in challenge, carried on the wind in an unholy cacophony of noise. A brilliant explosion rocks the hilltop, stunning the predators long enough for Linx to take action. His blade cleaves several demons in twain as he danced through the flurry of snow and blood, turning the side long slash into a rising upper cut, flourishing the blade to stab behind him. He swings again in a reverse grip, slaying several more demons, twirling it at the end of the swing to grip it normally, before reversing his spin and clearing his backside. He roars in defiance as his massive wings erupt, hurtling his enemies back and lifting himself into the air. Gunblade sheathed, he drew his hand cannons and rained death into the crowd below. But there was just too damn many. He thinned the ranks but more and more kept pouring from the trees. They'd come prepared this time, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do to stop it.
Lightning flashes across his vision and everything goes black. Time slowed and he began his descent. Behind him the moon silhouetted his frame, wings crumbling and raising past his outstretched arms. In the distance, he could see his home, tucked away in it's safe corner and prayed that never again would she lose someone she loved. He was helpless as Nicodemus leapt into the air, spinning an axe kick into him to rocket him to ground, his breath blasted from his lungs. Blood flew from his mouth as his enemies piled in, and he did what he could. He called for fire, more than he'd ever done before. Arioch poured what little energy he had into the young mans body, and blazing fire scoured the area around them, charring the ground black. It left them weakened, but they raised a quick defense as another foe approached, Arioch taking the reigns. The greatsword flashed into their hands as he brought it across in a spin, deflecting the enemy blade wide, another rotation severing the would be adversary. It wasn't enough to strike fear into them, to remind them who they dealt with. Man and demon grinned as the scythe blossomed in their hand. Blacker than midnight, a razors edge of cold iron and silver, inlaid with runes and enchantments. The fought not the battered and weary Linx, the bound and subjugated Arioch. The faced the Terror of Death, the greatest foe they had ever known.
The scythe swept in a broad arc, rending head from shoulders, flesh from bone as blood spilled into the boiling rock around them. He twirls it to slam the butt into an enemy gut, flourishing again to swing the blade up, cleaving from pelvis to collarbone. He ducked low as he twirled it behind his back, clearing another circle around them, giving them a precious few seconds to recover. It wasn't enough. He moves to swing again as something heavy hits him from behind, only to find a blade no longer in his hands. He blinked at them, seeing his scythe in the snow, before looking down. The massive blade of Nicodemus protruded from his gut, and he tore it out of Linx's side. He coughs blade up as one lung rapidly fills with it, and it pours down his side, the sickening smell of it only making his enemies hunger more for him.
He pushes himself into a dive, clearing ground as he staggers to his feet, hand flashing for a small knife that his rapidly numbing fingers could hardly hold. He breathed through a lung fast filling with blood, ever dimming vision and a deep chill settling into his bones. Arioch cried out inside him, giving his all to keep Linx on his feet. But it was all just too much. His frail form couldn't handle the abuse anymore. He'd weakened them both with the blade they had forged from their very lives for the one he loved. He pushed himself too hard, and now it was time to pay. Nicodemus moves forward, hardly seeming to move, so graceful and great his speed. A gauntleted fist reaching out to grab the scruff of Linx's shirt, holding him aloft as his legs gave out. The other pummeled his body and face, rapidly bringing the man closer to death. He smiles as Linx's knife drops into the bloody snow around them, forcing that massive fist inside the wound he'd already created in his side. Linx screams. No hatred, no defiance. Just pure and unending agony, his wail carried by the wind, over shadowing all those of the forms aorund him crying out in glee and ecstasy. The hand remerges, slick with blood, a rib from his chest clenched in his hand. He tosses it aside as he forces his hand back in, snapping his ribs out one by one. Each time Linx cried out, never allowed to fade into blissful death or unconsciousness. The cold slowed his blood, kept him from bleeding out. As the final rib emerged, tossed aside to another hungry shade, Nicodemus smiled. "I do so hate following orders, but I love my job. Now, I will end your torment, by tearing the very heart from your chest." he whispers teasingly, as one lover would to another. He steeples his fingers into points as he digs deep into Linx's flesh, moving slowly, wanting to savour every bit of the exquisite agony on his face. Linx cried out once more, blood sluicing over his clothes and flesh, the picture of the tortured victim. He was broken, bruised and beaten. He'd lost, and he'd been powerless to change it. One last time his scream of true pain echoed through the mountain, the last sound he ever expected to make.
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Post by Natala September on Oct 24, 2011 12:33:28 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 1em; -moz-border-radius: 1em; background-image:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/5n84rs.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] Sometimes I wish for falling, Wish for the release I’ll dance with myself, I drunk myself down, Found people to love, Left people to drown, I'm not scared to jump, I'm not scared to fall, there was nowhere to land, I wouldn't be scared at all… . her sleep wasn't restful by any means. it was filled with death and nightmares. at one point she swore linx kissed her lips, but this kiss was different. she had thought for a brief moment it would be her last kiss with him. tears rolled down her cheeks as a roar finally pulled her from her slumber. the female jerked up and looked around. the house felt empty and cold. almost as if the house itself had accepted it's master would never come back. confusion was clear as she got up and grabbed a shirt. "linx?" she questioned softly as if scared to hear him speak. stepping lightly through the house, the female went upstairs. worry gripped her chest and her stomach was twisted as she opened his bedroom door. the bed was empty. the bed was empty? where could he have gone? the room smelled like blood and her stomach twisted even more. hand over her middle, she went back downstairs. linx wasn't here.
. it wasn't just a guess, but she knew. when he had been down below before she had at least known he was here. this was different. this was scary and something wasn't right. the house felt so empty and she wrapped her arms around herself. his blood was in the air and it made her sick. maybe this would lead her to him. she followed the smell to the front door and to her surprise there was blood in the snow right outside of it. "shit." that was all she could say as nat ran back into the house and grabbed her sword. the cold air hit her as she ran out into the snow. but she didn't care. nothing mattered right now. her gut was telling her link was in trouble and she was going to help him. the snow beneath her feet had lost it's coldness and she felt numb. eyes glowing a deep red, a low snarl came from her as she ran faster through the forest. the trail of linx's blood was practically visible to her now. she would find him.
. the smell of blood grew stronger and stronger until it practically made her want to vomit. the female burst through the clearing catching the attention of everyone, but none of that mattered. nat currently wasn't here right now. only the shell of nat was. hair blowing in the wind behind her, the female scanned the area only to stop when she saw linx. horror came over the female as she saw his beaten and mangled body. no words left her mouth just an inhuman roar. blood was all over the clearing and she let out another snarl. using her blade she sliced open her palm, letting her own blood spray across the clearing. the demons looked at her and simply laughed. "look a suicidal little girl how cute." the one with the scythe laughed. he gave linx another blow and she lost it. the blood, demon and linx, rose to her call. it looked like a red wave had washed over the clearing as it came swirling at nat.
. the blood coated her skin and sword. it moved and created a bit of an armor around her. giant wings extended behind her as her head hung limply. this wasn't nat anymore; this was the beast that lurked within. linx's blade took on an interesting hue and her eyes went completely black. "just kill her already this is tiresome." the man replied and a twisted grin came across her. his minions moved and one by one they started attacking her. blood dripped down her arm and coated the blade. within seconds her own scythe appeared, except this time it was moving and twisting within her hands. the creatures came at her and she danced around all of them slicing and tearing at them all. more and more of them came at her but she knocked them away with ease. a few of them went after linx but she disposed of them quickly. her wings melted away to nothing and coated linx in a second skin. weird as it may be the blood was working it's way into his system and fixing his wounds.
. the man she pegged as the leader moved towards linx and she let out a low warning growl. he rose a brow and waved more of his minions at her. hair flowing around her, the female moved with sudden grace as she sliced through all of them. a few of them gave her a couple wounds but it wasn't anything she couldn't heal. what was this new power? what were these new abilities? gripping the blade tighter in her hand, it still maintained it's scythe form. "are you just going to stare at your scythe or fight me?" anger flaring, the female snarled at the man. moving with increased speeds, the female launched herself at him scythe swinging. their weapons clashed and she danced away a grin plastered across her face. the blood from her scythe moved to her back creating wings and just just held the blade in her hand. "I'll make you wish you never stepped foot here." the words bellowed from her.
. nat charged at the man slicing and dancing around him. where her sudden skill with a blade came from was beyond her. all of this was beyond her control. she was just a half demon right? half demons couldn't do this kind of stuff. so what in the fuck was going on? eye glancing over to linx, she pulled the blood into a bubble shape around him to keep him safe. he was weakening by the second and hopefully she could stop it. the momentary lapse in thought earned her a slice across the chest. that didn't stop her. nothing could right now. "Linx! Don't you dare die on me! Or I'll follow you over and kick your ass for eternity!" nat yelled at him as she continued to fight off the man. "how sweet." he grinned at her and she ran her sword through his chest before dancing back and away from him. fatigue seemed to make itself known to her by bringing her to a knee for a moment. aw come on not now.
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Post by Linx on Oct 24, 2011 20:09:52 GMT -6
Nicodemus laughs as the new arrival enters the scene, overjoyed at how his night was turning out. How fun to slaughter not only the troublesome Arioch, but his human host and now this wonderfully naive young heroine! He was going to feast well tonight. "Oh dear, it appears we have a lost little lamb come to slaughter." he says, smiling coldly as the wind wrapped him in it's icy embrace which he wore like a cloak. His features were revealed in the moonlight to be sharp and aristocratic, he was a former King after all. He whispers a word of power, shadows writhing together to form a staff held in his left hand and his gauntleted right clutched his icy runeblade. He thumps the staff softly against the ground, a wave of power rolling out and wreathing his minions in unholy strength. He smiles as he waves them after her, turning his attention back to contemplate his foe on the ground before him.
It seemed as if this woman had some connection to him. Perhaps he should kill her first? A last bit of torture before he slayed his greatest quarry. But alas, no, he hadn't the time. He had business elsewhere. He turned back to her to notice her shredding through his minions with ease and he smiled. Slaughter made him happy inside. He crafts a simulacrum to fight her as he slips back into the shadows of the trees, watching with a vague interest as he reclined in a tree. She would be certainly interesting prey later on, but she was unused to her own strength, a complete amateur. It was an insult for him to fight her, to even have to acknowledge her existence and it galled. He who had done battle with gods, demons and angels, reduced to this! Hell with orders, he was done. His simulacrum turns to finish Linx off, before faltering, eyes wide as it stared, blade raised high over head. The tenacious youth had forced himself up to one elbow, one hand clenched against his side which he'd burned shut. His bloody teeth were clenched in a fierce grin of pain and malice as he stared his would be killer in the eyes. "Look down fuck face." he says with a smile, thumbing back the hammer on his hand cannon as he did. The gun bucked and roared as fire flashed out, the bullet tearing through the things face, exiting the back of it's skull, before the thing exploding into screaming shadows to vanish into the night. He huffs a breath out in a snort of victory before collapsing back into the snow, ready now for that eternal rest he so desperately needed.
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