The Eighth Winter - Other (Outside Anders)
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				Title: <strong>The Eighth Winter - Other (Outside Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 19:11:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><br>&nbsp;The Interest Thread &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131372.msg5830771#msg5830771)<br>&nbsp;The Character Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.0)<br>&nbsp;The Encyclopedia (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132503.0)<br>&nbsp;the OOC Board &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133016.0)<br>&nbsp;Jikundi Truun Camp &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133017.msg5918543#msg5918543)<br>&nbsp;The Gate Camp &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133018.0)<br>&nbsp;The Inside of Anders &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133019.0)<br><br><br>(http://i44.tinypic.com/2pop4wh.jpg)</div>Children are told stories of the evils that coat our planet with filth. The shadows are death, and the night is a dance of demonic convergence. It is not safe to leave the walls of Anders, and unimaginable beasts roam the hills and plains in every direction. Only slayers, vampires, and fools dare to travel the expansive land from tiny settlement to tiny settlement, there are rumors of camps all over the world, and four of them are supposed to be close to Anders. However, the failure to return from these settlements in the past has inspired others to stay within the walls.<br><br>When considering the Great City to the west, bare in mind that it is a haven of demon activity. The world is truly theirs now. for we hide away as they play in the sun. (minus the vampires. sun = death)<br><br>(also, a demon index is coming soon, keep an eye on that encyclopedia)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Outside Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>heavenleighdahl</strong> on <strong>08-03-2012, 21:07:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i841.photobucket.com/albums/zz334/HeavenLeighBaby/alikama.jpg)</div>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Alikama (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5962040#msg5962040)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Anders<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day One, Night<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Omen<br><br><hr><br>"I am bored. Unbelievably bored." Alikama's voice was flat, without any form of drawl or accent. The beauty was pacing, attempting to keep the heels of her shoes from digging into the ground. "Nothing happens around here." She frowned before turned to face the man completely.<br><br>"Darling, I want something, anything." She wasn't whining, she wasn't begging, or even demanding. Just stating a fact. There weren't even anymore animals that came near the spot she was denned in. So, she couldn't play hunt. At least when she'd been around others she'd been able to play around a little..<br><br>"Mmm... Remember that little hostel outside of Karabulak?" She asked, smiling slowly as her hand moved down the front of her chest where the green dress opened wide over her breast. "Remember the tourists, so dim to just keep coming around. And that high we'd get when we fed from the couple that had been binging all day? And the amazing fuck we shared afterward?" She asked, sinking onto the ground, her dark eyes gleaming in her excited remembrance. <br><br>"I want to do it again. I do not like this waiting. I want to fuck you while people scream in the background. I don't want to stay good." Not that Alikama could be good, but she felt she was being way too good.<br><br>Black hair fell to brush against the grass as she arched her back and looked up at the sky. "I'm hungry." She stated after a minute. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Outside Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 12:38:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2d7bjx2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Omen</strong><br>Private estate<br>Day one - Evening (Scorpio sun, Gemini Moon)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Alikama<br><br><br><hr><br>It was hours ago, Omen and Alikama had eaten a young man named Retil. Though it seemed like only minutes to Omen, he knew how long it had been. He knew that when she said she was hungry, it had meant much more than a body full of blood. He fed her anxiety and waited nearly two whole minutes before making a stir.<br><br>Omen was not near her; each of them knew that he could voice every inflection that she'd spoken with. Omen's eyes were not on her, but he recorded every movement in his memory. They had a <em>vital</em> connection that allowed them to hear each other from great distances. As Alikama played feverishly in the grass, her ancient lover was in the stacks of his secret home. She was only twenty paces out of the door, he could see the shape of her back, he could feel her hot muscles stretch through the screaming agony of their death. Standing from his spot, Omen approached the window that overlooked the front yard. He could <em>see</em> her, now, in the shivering moonlight below, dodging and scraping in both directions like a rabid hound in slow motion. "This night weighs heavy on me as well."<br><br>He laughed to himself before fully responding to her. "But, Kama, you have just eaten. His blood must have made you anxious." He could understand why, and he felt it as well. His head pressed against the wooden window pane, and his hand lifted up to stroke the glass, imagining the softer sections of Alikama's body. <br><br>The structure that had been protecting them from sunlight was large, but only one story, and surrounded by forest, and canopy. It was made of brick and there was a concrete foundation. An ancient cage in the back of the building had served them well to keep food fresh. It was only four rooms. One of which was expansive, it led to the front door. Omen kept a fire pit in that room. It was below a section of the ceiling where the roof had caved in. Besides that, Alikama had done most of the decorating. He hardly noted the furniture in that room. 'The Stacks', as Alikama had affectionately named the room that Omen was standing in, was a small offshoot near the front door that housed a series of shelves that had survived through time. They used these storage spaces for nothing. Omen found it more useful to imagine what was on the shelf, rather than actually put something in a place. The other two rooms were small and contained almost no direct lighting from outside. This is where the vampires had been sleeping. <br><br>Omen knew that this was a lousy home compared to the most recent places they'd lived in. The two of them had been holed up for five suns in this private estate; and before that, seven suns in a hut, four suns in a crypt, eight suns in a hole in the ground. Granted, each home was a <em>vacation spot</em>, glamorously dark and piled with dead or dying virgins. It did not matter how dank the description.<br><br>He felt guilty. Retil had tasted sour, and his final words were so daunting, 'I'm a man you know, I'm alive in ways that you don't know. I am a force.' At this point, Alikama had sliced the length of his arm open. He was bleeding profusely but he continued to grunt his words out. 'You're nothing. I'm alive. I am roaring with life as you kill me.' He laughed until he died. Omen had never met a man like that, much less killed one. It didn't scare Omen, it did the same thing to him that it was doing to his Sire. She was too invigorated to be patient. His proud screams were ironic. Retil would never fathom the depth...<br><br>"There is luxury in every pocket of this globe." Omen was vague as he spoke, attempting to display his own excitement. He smiled as he watched Alikama react.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Outside Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>heavenleighdahl</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 16:39:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i841.photobucket.com/albums/zz334/HeavenLeighBaby/alikama.jpg)</div>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Alikama (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5962040#msg5962040)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Anders<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day One, Night<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Omen<br><br><hr><br>Alikama shook her head slowly, feeling the way her hair stroked her exposed back and neck. It wasn't something that she would usually do, just enjoy the night air, but Omen was right. She was anxious. She was feeling the way that man's blood had her wanting to do something. Anything.<br><br>As she listened to Omen's voice from inside the house, she caressed her arm slightly, thinking. She wanted so much more than she'd had before. It was better than the other places they'd been. Though they'd all had some kind of charm. At least this estate she'd been able to make look better. After all those years of death, she had still kept the urge to make a nice home. Well, really, she just wanted the best of everything that she could find.<br><br>She smiled at his statement, thinking about the luxury she could find. "You see things too... Optimistically." She told him. It might not have been true. Maybe that night Alikama was exaggerating a bit much, but it was something she did.<br><br>"And there is pleasure in every aspect of the world." She offered, pushing herself to stand and face the estate. "Care to help me find some?" She suggested, grinning at him. Her eyes sparkled in a way he would know well. From her many times of hunger, either sexual or physical, he would know that she was craving, something.<br><br>"Come outside and play, Omen." Alikama requested, her hair blowing around her. <br><br>She liked the inside of the state, she had to, she decorated. She'd gone for the rustic look instead of something more elaborate. She'd gone for less polished, a soft red most around. But, she was inside all daylight. This time, she wanted to do something. She wanted to raid something, to attack something, or to just bite into Omen as she moved over him. All would be fine choices.
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				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 22:27:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2d7bjx2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Omen</strong><br>Private estate<br>Day one - Evening (Scorpio sun, Gemini Moon)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Alikama<br><br><br><hr><br>Omen had heard enough to know what he was going to do. He turned away from the window and started a walk through the estate. there were still two young girls in the cage to eat. One of them was barely more than a child, the other was likely her mother, but Havannah had pulled them in from a nearby town, he hadn't taken the time to learn of their lives. However as he stepped into the backroom which held his prisoners, Omen lit several candles and opened their cage. The child was hidden in the back of her cell, the mother put herself in front of the little girl. Omen tried not to snicker.<br><br>"You know what I am then?"<br><br>Both of the girls were strikingly simple brunettes. The mother's face was worn and exhausted, however the young one was just on the edge of beauty, were she to live a few more years, she would obtain a sexuality that she wasn't prepared for. Omen could see it in her eyes. He could feel her libido, charging energy like a condensed spring. "You're a vampire, all of you are vampires."<br><br>"We are very old vampires. Some of the oldest beings on the planet. Does that make you feel more special? unique in anyway?" The mother was not willing to respond to such an absurd question. "I would just like to know why you throw yourself in front of your child. Darling, the two of you are in a cage... there are no morals in a cage." Still no respsonse. "did you know that long ago, madmen were locked in cages, and treated like animals, much like you are now. Their animal-like behaviour caused them to suffer whippings, and ice cold rooms, over population, isolation... seventeen souls in a cage smaller than this one. Sad. However, the animal nature that seeped into them made them immortal. Not really, but they were able to live in places were a normal man of the time would die. These psychotic animal-men had achieved powers, the power of nature if you would."<br><br>"and here you are, clinging to your life like it is the only thing that matters. There is no evil, there is no good. Please scoot to the side madam, I have an inclination toward the small one."<br><br>"Stay back! If you want her, you have to come through me."<br><br>"I understand." Omen was of the utmost patience. "No mother likes to see her child disappear into the arms of a monster. But how selfish can you be? I am here to inform you that both of you are already dead. See mine eyes. See this truth. Step aside."<br><br>"No!" the mother was holding on to her humanity like a rope, dangling from the edge of a cliff.<br><br>"You wish for your daughter to see you brutalized and bleeding before her death. You fear the loss of your child so greatly that you actually believe you can save her? Remove yourself from this delusion. Her time has come, you are next, i don't see what all this hostility is about."<br><br>both of the woman in the cage were crying now. the daughter errupted in sadness as the mother stepped to her left to make room for Omen's entrance. As the young one tried to push herself behind her mother, the older woman blocked her path and put her shoulder against the back wall, both crouching together in confinement, they started to embrace and say their final goodbyes.<br><br>Omen watched from the gate for a moment before stepping in. They appeared in beauty to him, he cataloged the memory with sureness and firm resolve. <br><br>Slowly, he stepped toward the young piece of meat. Offering her his hand to her from a standing position. She took it, crying, weeping, begging. "No, sir, please, just let me free. My mother is more than I. She will feed you for longer." <br><br>Omen pulled her into his body and held her with both hands, one across her ribs, the other across her lips. He shushed her, and she quieted to nothing. The two woman looked into each other's eyes for the last time, and Omen then walked out of the cage. The entrance to the room had a fiery red image in the doorframe. Havannah had been watching this exchange, it pleased her, the way that Omen dealt with his victims so personally. He had not locked the mother up, and Havannah nodded to him, accepting the chore as he walked passed her with the young brunette still in his grasp. Havannah stroked the child's cheek, and closed the door behind Omen as he left.<br><br>Omen thought that Alikama might scare the young child even more, so he wanted to know some things before they were introduced to each other. "What's your name, lovely?" Omen had let the child go by the fire in the main room. He stood still above her, for once free of his grasp, she collapsed to the floor. "If you don't tell me, than I will give you one."<br><br>"My name is Alice."<br><br>"Alice. that is a very old name. I am Omen. Do you know what this means?"<br><br>"Our names...no." The youngster was hiding inside of her own shell. It displeased Omen, and it was precisely why he wanted to loosen her spirit before biting into her, shells taste like gasoline, and fear is only delicious if it has a flavor of hope on it. Pure demise makes for a bitter meal.<br><br>"Our names mean everything about us. The way your mother cares for you... I haven't seen that in many years, and for your name to be Alice... For this moment to happen now. Do you know what Irony is?"<br><br>The child shrugged. "no."<br><br>"hm, I suppose I can show you. What is favorite memory Alice? The one that reminds you of life, happiness, the ends of the Earth... which thought alone gives you joy?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Outside Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>heavenleighdahl</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 03:24:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i841.photobucket.com/albums/zz334/HeavenLeighBaby/alikama.jpg)</div>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Alikama (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5962040#msg5962040)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside Anders<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day One, Night<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Omen<br><br><hr><br>Alikama felt, more than saw, Omen leave his spot by the window. She'd long ago gotten over being upset when he left her. He did his thing for a reason. She didn't always know what it was, but she knew there was one.<br><br>The old vampire did another turn and looked out over the darkened, shadowy grass. A nice night, one that called her to be vicious and merciless. Not that she was anything but.<br><br>After a few minutes of looking up at the sky, and around at the grounds, the woman turned and made her way into the estate. She flung the door open and stepped in, her feet carrying her gracefully inside, where she saw her mate with the littlest human that they had left.<br><br>"Found something to occupy your time?" She asked, her tone still flat, but allowing for a slight drawl to sound.
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				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 09:26:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2d7bjx2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Omen</strong><br>Private estate<br>Day one - Evening (Scorpio sun, Gemini Moon)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Alikama<br><br><br><hr><br>Alice shielded herself with Omen the moment Alikama entered. Her billowing steps matched the pace of her blinking eyes. She seemed to churn under the heat of the fire, as if her blood was rising through her skin in a vapor. Omen turned to Alice and carefully introduced her. "Alice, this is Alikama. She has eaten men alive and worn their flesh for jokes." A smile flickered across his face at the visual rush that came connected to the memory. "She makes people swallow the same stone over and over again, pulling it from their stomach, through their ribs." Alice twisted with discomfort, and a paleness crept over her body, as if the pressure had emptied her without any penetration.<br><br>"She's older than I."<br><br>Alice needed to interupt to find out how terrible her situation was. "Have you ever done any of these things, Omen?"<br><br>"No." He smiled. "No I haven't." Omen paused, and tried to guide the young girl back to where he was originally going. "Do you want me to hurt the bad woman? Alice?" He sounded so sincere. Even to Alikama, she would know that he did plan on hurting her, in that special little way that she liked it. He planned on making her scream. His focus flared passed the child and onto the voluptuous shape of his chalice; his only mother, sister, lover, and enemy; the bottom of his descent; his moon. "Should I take vengeance on those quelled by her charm. Shall I... end the madness?"<br><br>Alice seemed unsure of what to say. It seemed to good to be true. "Yes." <br><br>Omen stood from his spot and charged Alikama. It was all play, sex, hunting, money, thrills, something fresh. He hit her hard and fast, wrapping his hand around her throat and shoving her directly toward the wall behind her. Alice's feverish gaze looked on over his shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Outside Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>heavenleighdahl</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 15:20:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i841.photobucket.com/albums/zz334/HeavenLeighBaby/alikama.jpg)</div>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Alikama (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5962040#msg5962040)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private Estate<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day One, Night<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Omen<br><br><hr><br>Alikama watched, smiling in pride as Omen talked about her. It was a cold, twisting of her lips. She'd done quite a lot, and loved it all. In all her years, that wasn't the worst she'd done, but why scare the poor child more than she already was? The fun would be over if she fainted...<br><br>Her smile started to fade as excitement rushed through her body. Hurt her. Yes. They played that game enough. It was her favorite, by far. Nothing made her more feverish than when Omen pushed her against something, held her roughly and did whatever he wanted.<br><br>When his hand found her throat, the vampiress felt sparks through her entire body. She even arched her back a bit, before hitting the wall. Her head fell back into the wall, making a crack in the plaster. It was even more exciting.
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				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 00:28:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2d7bjx2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Omen</strong><br>Private estate<br>Day one - Evening (Scorpio sun, Gemini Moon)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Alikama<br><br><br><hr><br>Alice knew that something was very wrong. She nestled herself next to the fire, hiding in the weak force of her own arms. Omen's attention had turned away from the child, mostly. He gripped Alikama intensley, following with his knee, putting it into the soft spot of her belly. Omen put all of his wiehgt on her. He wanted to lick her, bite her, and kiss her; but all of that would ruin the game. She was a bad person, meant to be murdered in the light. So Omen twisted her about instead. He loosened his grip on her neck and quickly put it on the nape of her spine. His right hand had already forced her hips around. Shoving his pelvis against her buttocks, and slamming her face against the wall. He forced his free hand agaisnt the small of her back and pushed her flat up against the wall.<br><br>"How bad do you want it this time?" He whispered, nearly without sound. She would hear his thoughts more loudly than his words at this point. "I can pretend to kill you, but it might ruin your dress." He smiled widely, hiding his face from the small human behind him.
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				Post by: <strong>heavenleighdahl</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 20:58:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i841.photobucket.com/albums/zz334/HeavenLeighBaby/alikama.jpg)</div>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Alikama (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5962040#msg5962040)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private Estate<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day One, Night<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Omen<br><br><hr><br>Alikama was so turned on that she could feel herself attempting everything that she could to get him closer to her. She wanted to have him do everything to her. She wanted him to attempt to destroy her, taking her as hard as he could. He was so good.<br><br>"Fuck the dress." She barely breathed. She wanted him to do his worst, and make her scream. She could make another dress. It wouldn't be hard. "Do it." She thought to him, her words very softly echoing it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Outside Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 11:19:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2d7bjx2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Omen</strong><br>Private estate<br>Day one - Evening (Scorpio sun, Gemini Moon)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Alikama<br><br><br><hr><br>Omen whispered into her ear for a brief moment. "try and kill the girl." He smiled with his whole body. His hips pushed forward, and his arms squeezed her tighter. Then he reared back and slammed his hard right elbow into the side of her head.<br><br>He didn't expect her to do anything witty after that. Hiding his smile from Alice, he picked up Alikama's wieghtless body and tossed her with out a hint of grace. She landed only feet away from Alice, toppling a chair, that hardly stood on it's own any way. <br><br>Alice hopped backwards, and yelped. She tried to put the fire in between Alikama and herself. Omen walked up behind his darkened lover, and itched at his stubbing beard. In a theatrical flare. He slowed himself and crouched lower and lower as he walked. Eventually grabbing Alikama by the hair.<br><br>"You see Alice, there are two kinds of vampires..." He stopped, as if that was a joke. "The first kind is like Alikama, here. She is brutal, and deceptive, angry, and vacuous. If I weren't here, she would be suckling from the end of your limbs biting them, turning you into raw meat. Dry beaten meat." Her hair now firmly in his grasp. "The other kind of vampire is me... Well it's difficult to define one's self, and I've never met another that meets my criteria. but I don't see the same way that these other beasts do. a part of me hates this."<br><br>Omen lifted Alikama up and held her by the right arm with his own. Not letting loose her hair, rather yanking it down towards his waist, and pulling her head upwards. "Do you understand why you're here yet Alice?"<br><br>Alice looked at the two vampires in awe. Her stomach full of righteous bile. She had no clue what to say or do. It was a tumultuous moment, and they had over 1600 years of experience on her; Like two children playing with a simple wind up toy.<br><br>Omen
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Outside Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>heavenleighdahl</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 15:50:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i841.photobucket.com/albums/zz334/HeavenLeighBaby/alikama.jpg)</div>&nbsp; <strong>Name:</strong> Alikama (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5962040#msg5962040)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private Estate<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day One, Night<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Omen<br><br><hr><br>The pain was beautiful. It made her whole body grow even more excited. With Omen beating her, mistreating her so well, the old vampire was loving every second. She and Omen had every experience, and yet, she was always turned on, always ready for him.<br><br>When he threw her on the ground, the vampire closed her eyes. Try to kill the human? Oh, she would try, and if he wasn't quick enough, she might succeed. Her mind was on the goal, then. Alikama was ready.<br><br>When he grabbed onto her hair, the vampire gave a soft snarl, curling a lip up over her teeth. He could manhandle her all he wanted. But her hair? Being in his arms, she waited for her chance. When all he did was pull her hair down again, she gave a very animalistic growl and yanked back from him.<br><br>Her arm swept high to push him off of her, then she turned with a flair to the little girl. "Not the winner yet, Omen." She snarled as she made quick work of crossing the rest of the way to the room, toward the girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Outside Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 05:26:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2d7bjx2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Omen</strong><br>Private estate<br>Day one - Evening (Scorpio sun, Gemini Moon)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Alikama<br><br><br><hr><br>Alice scurried around the fire to no avail. Alikama was too fast, and it was only moments before she could feel the hot grasp of the vampire's viscious grip. Her life seemed to flash before her eyes, as Alikama touched her the sheer volume of torture that she was capable of settled upon the small human and she lost herself in a weeping cry. She felt like Omen couldn't save her, she felt like he was as slow as she was. Then she was freed.<br><br>Omen had pulled his dagger, drove it into Alikama's thigh, and then yanked her backwards, twisting the blade a bit, scratching it against her bone. It poked out of the other side like a prop knife, but her dress concealed it. In moments, Alikama was on the floor, Omen, standing above her, circling her floored body again. The dagger had been left inside of her leg. He was unarmed now, and unworried. The fight had officially started.<br><br>Alice scooted away quickly, there was a corner near the front of the building that she pressed her back against, soundly, still petrified of everything.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Outside Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>heavenleighdahl</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 15:48:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i841.photobucket.com/albums/zz334/HeavenLeighBaby/alikama.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alikama (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5962040#msg5962040)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private Estate<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day One, Night<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Omen<br><br><hr><br>Alikama was ready to take a bite of the little girl. Her fear smelled so good. It turned her on to know that she was still so powerful that she could inspire fear into a little girl that didn't know much about her kind sent a hard erotic thrill through her body.<br><br>When Omen slid that blade into her leg, the vampire gave an animalistic growl and released the child. "You bastard!" She howled from her spot on the floor. She reached down for the knife and drew it, painfully, from her leg, before she rolled from the floor. She was limping as she made her way, in a slight crouch toward him.<br><br>The knife was held tightly in her grip, blade up, behind her arm before she took a wide swing at him, aiming to slice at his chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Outside Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 19:51:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2d7bjx2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Omen</strong><br>Private estate<br>Day one - Evening (Scorpio sun, Gemini Moon)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Alikama<br><br><br><hr><br>Omen was still, nearly as frozen as the child, standing squared up with Alikama in a lazy stance. He had seen her pull the knife, smiling as she started to weild it herself. She had been historically gifted with a short blade. If she hadn't been stabbed in the leg, he might have been intimidated. Her first swipe came unexpectedly, but Omen was still able to adjust in time. He slammed his palms against her swinging forearm, and his left foot shifted position. Blocking her blow with both arms and a step in, Omen's left shoulder was facing her neck. His right hand gripped her slashing wrist, and his left hand formed a fist. <br><br>As quick as he could, and in step, Omen aimed the back of his fist at her left cheek. As he struck, he tried to jerk her body toward him with his other hand, it felt like he was about to hit her <em>very</em> hard.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Outside Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>heavenleighdahl</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 01:19:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i841.photobucket.com/albums/zz334/HeavenLeighBaby/alikama.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alikama (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5962040#msg5962040)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private Estate<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day One, Night<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Omen<br><br><hr><br>Alikama didn't make any noise past a snarl as her attack was blocked. With the sudden, forceful punch, The vampire was caught off-guard. She was hit and knocked back, forced away from him. She would have been knocked to the ground, if he hadn't been holding her. <br><br>There was a loud popping sound as her shoulder popped out of socket. The vampire growled in pain and kicked out her uninjured leg hard at his stomach, every instinct to get him taking over as pain surged through her entire body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Outside Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 01:02:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/2d7bjx2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Omen</strong><br>Private estate<br>Day one - Evening (Scorpio sun, Gemini Moon)<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Alikama<br><br><br><hr><br>Omen allowed her to kick him. He squeezed her wrist until the knife released. He smiled, in no pain. The ringing, bell like sound of metal against the wooden floor made him wonder how beautiful one moment could be. His point of view slowed to a near stop. <br><br>Fire danced, as if it were the embodiment of his lust. Taking numerous bounces against the floorboards, his knife moved carefully across the room, much further than Omen had expected it to drop. Alice's curious eyes were covered by her own hands, her hair shaking softly in the denial of reality. Alikama's body was falling apart in front of him, her kick had no power behind it, 'why would it.' He thought. Standing high, holding her by the arm, he felt his power rise up from his breast. <br><br>Omen reached out with the hand he had punched her with, gripping her neck again. Omen held her wrist, and lifted her high, jumping as her body lifted above his head. With-holding none of his strength, he slammed her body against the floor only a few feet away from the knife. Most of her body bounced, but his firm grip on her neck did not allow that to happen to her head. After she settled, he gripped a large quaff of her hair and viciously rammed her crown into the floor twice more.<br><br>This was the end of the performance. She was nearly motionless as he walked over to the knife. "Many years may pass until I see another moment like this, Alice." With blade in hand, Omen re-approached Alikama. Free of hesitation, he burried the knife into her chest, from tip to hilt. He had dropped to one knee, leaning over her. Holding her face with one hand, he pulled the knife from her, and then forced it into the pit of her abdomen. He spoke to her quietly: "play dead, sweet."<br><br>He let the knife rest in it's place, two inches above her navel, and rose slowly to face Alice with blood up and down both of his arms. She had not looked, but she had heard both of his solid penetrations. There was only one action that went along with that sound. She opened her eyes to see Omen, and she actually smiled, glad that he had won the fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Outside Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Narianna</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 12:45:37</strong>
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				The sky had become overcast and the winds had suddenly picked up. Animals scampered about nervously, glancing toward the sky. A purplish black hole seemed to gather in the center, massive in circumference. As it darkened, the wind began to pick up and the black hole billowed in the grasp of the clouds. An omen, perhaps?<br><br>Anyone near the great ocean would catch sight of a rusty color, quickly turning shade to a brighter and brighter red. Sea life began floating to the surface as blood washed up freshly on the beach front. A reverberation began below foot and, as the quivers rose in violence, the birds flew from their trees and the animals scampered to and fro.<br><br>The earthquake caused a disturbance in the bloody ocean, caused the waters to become restless. The waves crashed on land so violently. The force in which the water was rocked created massive tidal waves. These sanguine sea crests were making their way directly toward land with all their mighty power in tow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eighth Winter - Other (Outside Anders)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>heavenleighdahl</strong> on <strong>15-04-2012, 02:54:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i841.photobucket.com/albums/zz334/HeavenLeighBaby/alikama.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Alikama (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132468.msg5962040#msg5962040)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Private Estate<br><strong>Time:</strong> Day One, Night<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Omen<br><br><hr><br>Alikama fell, not so gracefully, which was upsetting enough for her. She did not enjoy being anything but graceful, as was her natural form, but she didn't want to play off of his game. She knew that he would have a reason. So she fell and waited, knowing that there would be a moment of pain. A brief second she thought that she'd better be able to feed after the gore that was about to come.<br><br>When the knife slid through her body, there was not only the sound of the blade slicing through and hitting the floor below, but there was also a slight gurgling from the beautiful vampire. Motionless, she listened, her eyes opened and completely void of any kind of life. He spoke to the human, moved toward the human.<br><br>Alikama wasn't appreciating the soft tones of the man toward the human, but she knew that Omen was different than her, that he was the most human of them, sort of. Her Omen would make it all the more enjoyable for them&nbsp; all. He knew what he was about...
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