The Bloody Kiss of Fate (Pumpkin Seeds, Pockets & Lady Kitsune)
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				Title: <strong>The Bloody Kiss of Fate (Pumpkin Seeds, Pockets &amp; Lady Kitsune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 00:40:01</strong>
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				For many people the shadows held the promise of demise.&nbsp; The absence of light frightened them so that they avoided the cold beauty of the intangible embrace.&nbsp; Steps guided them away, around and afar from the unknown of what lay just outside their reach.&nbsp; Shadows were a forbidden landscape to be shunned by the mortal mind and shunned with the light.&nbsp; Indeed the first embrace of safety man possessed was when the darkness of the night was forced away by the comfort of a fiery companion.&nbsp; Yet even then the shadows encroached and seduced, slipped into existence without a sound.&nbsp; That was when the people of the Shisou Clan were born.&nbsp; Theirs was the first to not hide from the shadow and the first to embrace the forbidden knowledge.<br><br>Yurei remembered such tales with a fondness while she stood in the dark embrace of a proud tree.&nbsp; Branches arched outward to give her darkness even in the night.&nbsp; Part of her wondered at how her ancestors felt the first time they felt that touch, the first time their skin tingled to life inside a thing though dead.&nbsp; The light of the sun did not give them such pleasure, only the absence could bring them to life.&nbsp; Only the shadow could give her comfort.&nbsp; Around her the gentle sway of the tree above formed clawed fingers.&nbsp; Sharpened edges etched their mark on the concrete sidewalk with wicked delight.&nbsp; Soft leaves became like armor for the twisted images cast.&nbsp; At their center Yurei stood cloaked in the fear projected, set apart and safe from the eyes around her.&nbsp; She stood there half within this world and half into the next.&nbsp; Eyes peered out at the colorful display before her.<br><br>An annual party is what they had been told.&nbsp; Women dressed out in skimpy outfits, their bodies hardly covered if at all while they pranced about.&nbsp; Like bitches in heat the women moved, their male counterparts strutting about like peacocks to find their pleasure.&nbsp; The affair sent a shiver of disgust along her body.&nbsp; One might call such a thing anger or contempt, but she was beyond such low fare.&nbsp; Instead she could only call her emotion disgust and the shadows became deeper around her sensing her distaste for the display of flesh.&nbsp; While the display of flesh tormented her, the touch of the fabric taunted her.&nbsp; To feel such wonderful clothing on her skin, to be seen in the light with such delicate fabric on her body was an opportunity undiscovered.&nbsp; Fingers coiled to her gloved hand, synthetic fibers giving slight resistance to the movement.&nbsp; Her suit was indeed more expensive than what they wore, but not nearly so beautiful or graceful.<br><br>Fibers of black and gray shifted around her body.&nbsp; Cloth and leather blended together in artificial union to forge the outfit of her Master’s design.&nbsp; The suit a familiar entity to her.&nbsp; Yurei had performed many tasks decked out in such an outfit, performed the will of another wearing this very same fabric.&nbsp; For her there was no joy to be had in the wearing of beautiful things, because for such joy there must be sight.&nbsp; Yurei was never to be seen.&nbsp; That was the task of another.&nbsp; With some envy she looked upon the woman that would be seen tonight.&nbsp; Looked upon her and gave only a simple nod of her head.&nbsp; From the place between the world of the light and the dark her hand extended.&nbsp; The glove removed so that her white flesh might emerge to touch bare flesh to her companion.&nbsp; A symbolic gesture, but one that meant more to her than any other.<br><br><em>The snow had fallen fresh on the ground.&nbsp; Cold and white, the very smell made her shiver with childish delight.&nbsp; A squeal of laughter stole from her lips when her father slides back the panel to reveal the beautiful display.&nbsp; Quickly her feet pounded into motion, not toward the snow but away to her room.&nbsp; Her favorite doll must accompany her, but first her favorite doll must be made safe against the cold.&nbsp; Small fingers, not yet nimble with age, pulled on the heavier clothes for her doll.&nbsp; Perfect features smiled up at the child as she worked to dress and care for the small toy.&nbsp; Such attention focused on such a delicate task prevented her from noticing the shadow forming behind her.<br><br>Only when that shadow came to roll past her small frame did she take notice.&nbsp; Her father was no longer the only figure in her home.&nbsp; Another voice rose up from the shadow.&nbsp; A voice devoid of affection, devoid of concern echoed from the air around her.&nbsp; The voice demanded her doll to be forsaken, for her affection to be turned aside.&nbsp; The girl screamed her defiance, the small figurine clutched to her as hands reached to part them.&nbsp; Screams called out into the wintery morning to be replaced with sharp cracks.&nbsp; Her father nowhere to be found, nowhere to be seen.&nbsp; He too was lost to the shadow.<br><br>Yurei was loaded into the wagon soon after.&nbsp; On the floor her doll lay.&nbsp; The heavy coat she had so meticulously kept clean and set on her doll’s body stained red now.&nbsp; The stains would never come off her mind mused while she was taken away.&nbsp; No gloves covered her hand while she was loaded into the cart.&nbsp; The only warmth came from a similar pair of small fingers that touched her own.</em><br><br>Yurie turned her eyes back to the entry of the mansion.&nbsp; The business of the clan was to be first in her mind, not behind pretty dresses and dolls.<br><br>“There is much lust to be found here.&nbsp; Do we know for certain how to find him in such a carnal den?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Game Unknown</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 06:05:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.phombo.com/img1/photocombo/739/Korean_Actresses-179.jpg)</div>The girl gazed upon the scene with eyes the color of a clear blue Northern glacier.&nbsp; Eyes that belonged to the great white tigers that stalk mainland China.&nbsp; Eyes of the great black wolf that hunted the forests for prey.&nbsp; Eyes of a predator.&nbsp; These uncaring eyes gazed upon the scene before her, tracking the myriad of prey.&nbsp; Life and laughter filled the air but she was shrouded from it by her duty.&nbsp; Even had she come upon the debacle by chance, she would have given it nothing more than a shrug.&nbsp; Humanity had become worthless to her.&nbsp; They ignored nature and the true life that the wind breathed across the land.&nbsp; <br><br>A breeze rose and danced about her as if in agreement.&nbsp; It picked up the long white strands of her hair, loosened from the severe thick white tail, tied off by a single purple ribbon.&nbsp; It played at the tiny silver bells that hung from the ends.&nbsp; Funny how they did not ring.&nbsp; The almond shaped eyes narrowed as she scanned the windows and open areas of the place for the target.&nbsp; Silent and unmoving, she was like a pale white moon against the starless night.&nbsp; The trees creaked and whispered and she strained to hear the distant song of the summer cicadas.&nbsp; Barely, came there music.&nbsp; Her teeth clenched, as such beauty the night held was drowned out by the yowling called music.<br><br>She wore silks so pale a majestic purple it was white.&nbsp; A wide black hardened leather corset cinched her waist pushing up her ample bosom, the back netting beneath holding her cleavage in place.&nbsp; Wide pale sleeves stopped just below her wrists, the length the same as the flaring silks that kissed her thighs.&nbsp; Pale legs shifted on black sandaled feet.&nbsp; She looked like something out of a fairytale until you looked into her eyes and one might change that to nightmare.<br><br>As she continued to observe, her soft pink lips pursed.&nbsp; They were actually enjoying themselves as they cavorted below her.&nbsp; Some paired off and yet others sought secluded nooks where the number of partners oddly outnumbered the available orifices.&nbsp; Blink.&nbsp; They were as animals with no regard of self or worth.&nbsp; Had they nothing better to do.&nbsp; She never saw a reason for it and when she did have to engage proximity to a man, she did not understand how it could be enjoyable.<br><br>The time was drawing closer, the night waning into the small hours.&nbsp; She felt the comforting presence of the shadows....her shadow and she turned her head.&nbsp; Now the bells chimed as she tilted her head letting them sound for just the one whose presence was shrouded from all....all but herself.&nbsp; She saw the faint nod and noted how delicate and graceful such a small movement was.&nbsp; She let the corner of her mouth turn up in acknowledgement.&nbsp; She could only smile for Yurei.&nbsp; Reluctant she returned her attention back to mission.&nbsp; A mission that could end in either of their deaths.&nbsp; <br><br>Her arm lifted and fingers sought the warmth within the shadows to wear her heart stayed.&nbsp; Meeting halfway, as if the two may have had the same thought, fingertips touched, so slight, so brief but enough to sooth the pale girl and leave her content.&nbsp; One touch filled with more warmth than any words could say.<br><br><em>They called it Happy Mountain, the place where the dead rests.&nbsp; It was a solemn moment as her mother knelt before a mound in a white ham-buok, her hair in a tight not at the nape of her neck.&nbsp; The only adornment a jade carved dragon piercing the dark coiled braid.&nbsp; The little girl stood beside her mother and watched as the woman placed another smoking stick of incense in the urn, the heavy musk filling the cold winter air.&nbsp; <br><br>Small and pale, a single plait of dark hair stark against the white of her own traditional Korean dress of mourning.&nbsp; They had come to pay respects to her father.&nbsp; He had grown sick and now....he was gone.&nbsp; The child was stone faced, being strong for the woman who wept, who turned to her daughter and took the small hand to her cheek and wept.&nbsp; Then came the shadows that lengthened over them.&nbsp; The girl turned to see but her mother was in front of her, a long silver blade appearing in her hands.<br><br>The laughter caused her to hug tighter to her mothers back.&nbsp; She shivered as a hand so cold touched her back.&nbsp; She could not see their faces, garbed from head to toe in black, there own weapons gleaming in the waning sunlight.<br><br>"You cannot have her.&nbsp; I will not allow her to become your puppet.&nbsp; Run, Chunyang!&nbsp; Run!"<br><br>The little girl did nothing, too scared to move but her mother's final command had her turning.&nbsp; She looked back, the sounds of steel on steel clanging in the glade loud to her small ears.&nbsp; "Eom-ma!"<br><br>"Chunyang!"<br><br>It was a death cry and the girl stood frozen, pale eyes like Winter's icicles wide in horror.&nbsp; Splashes of crimson surrounded the pale crumpled body and Chunyang screamed.&nbsp; The little girl's feet took her fast back to her mothers side to kneel in the freezing snow, the hem of her ham-bok wet with blood and snow.&nbsp; <br><br>"You should have known Yong-ja.&nbsp; Your daughter is chosen.&nbsp; Your father was not happy and now you die in your daughters eyes."<br><br>Her mother spat blood at the man's feet and laughed.&nbsp; "And now....now she will kill you.&nbsp; The mudang has seen it.&nbsp; You cut your own throats with the sword of the Yeolyung Geom."&nbsp; She laughed again only to cough up blood.&nbsp; She turned eyes that filled with love up on the girl and pulled her close.&nbsp; "Chunyang, my daughter.&nbsp; The time will come and you will know what you must do.&nbsp; Do not lose your heart.&nbsp; Sa-dang-hae-yeo."<br><br>She cried there.&nbsp; Sobbing as her mother touched her cheek and fell back into the snow, dark eyes clouding with death.&nbsp; She clung to her, her cries begging her mother to wake up.&nbsp; She turned to the men, a child's fury against there infinite patience.&nbsp; She rose, her dress drenched in blood, no longer feeling the chill.&nbsp; Eyes that burned in hatred.&nbsp; She put out her hand and a gleaming blade of sliver dancing with violet fire appearred.&nbsp; She ran at them, the man's surprise allowing her to bury the dagger in his chest.&nbsp; Still, she was small and it did not sink further than an inch and she was knocked to the ground, the world falling away into darkness.&nbsp; She smiled just before the dark claimed her, hearing the man's curses and pain.<br><br>Chunyang awoke in the back of a wagon, a thin blanket for her shoulders.&nbsp; She pulled it tighter against the chill.&nbsp; Soon after the wagon stopped and another girl was placed next to her.&nbsp; She looked at the girl and at the doll stained in blood.&nbsp; So like her mother, the doll.&nbsp; The image of the beautiful woman in white floating in a sea of blood.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and her fingers sought the girl's.&nbsp; The tips touched and Chunyang sighed.&nbsp; After a moment, she wrapped half her blanket around the other girl.&nbsp; "Don't worry, we will not be parted.&nbsp; The mudang said I would have a shadow."</em><br><br>Yurei's voice brought her to the present and she smiled.&nbsp; "Why is it not obvious.&nbsp; We go where it is the most disgusting."&nbsp; She stepped off the wall and landed lightly and kept walking.&nbsp; As she moved, her form rippled and changed, her hair falling around her shoulders in loose white curls.&nbsp; Eyes, became smokey with shadow and kohl, her lips dark and red.&nbsp; He outfit changed to that of a sheer white dress that accentuated her curves.&nbsp; She let herself be <em>seen</em> and ignored the avid stares of men and women alike.&nbsp; As she said, she just followed the trail of filth to it's heart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Game Unknown</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 05:29:39</strong>
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				Slowly she watched the figure of her companion slide across the terrain.&nbsp; Every graceful move taken into her sight, each minute detail caught in her mind.&nbsp; Yurei could see the eyes flickering over the body of her friend and sister.&nbsp; Desire showed in some eyes, envy in others.&nbsp; A want to be or to possess held in the hushed breathes, a secret whisper that Yurei heard all too well.&nbsp; In the shadows there were all secrets and for those that lived in the shadows those secrets became only another voice.&nbsp; So each unspoken request was hers to hear.&nbsp; Eyes moved away from the scene so that she might instead focus on her part to play.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yurei would indeed become the shadow of the other woman, a silent figure to guide and watch over.&nbsp; <br><br>Quietly her gloved hands extended out to her side.&nbsp; An inky darkness reached up from behind her.&nbsp; Hands moved like a lovers caress over her shoulders.&nbsp; Fingers stretched out from the shadowy image.&nbsp; Each digit elongated to form a sinister hold on the fragile woman.&nbsp; Yurie kept her arms extended to her side, palms faced downward in a look of supplication.&nbsp; Eyes looked down to the shadow of the tree behind her to see the unwavering motion.&nbsp; Around her ice began to fill her veins while something inhuman breathed a sigh of relief in her ear.&nbsp; Yurei felt the alien presence come to possess her, to take from her the very essence of being human.<br><br><em>The first time was always the hardest.&nbsp; Everyone said so and Yurei had no cause to doubt her clansmen in their statement.&nbsp; Certainly she hoped nothing was ever so difficult again.&nbsp; Ice raced down her flesh.&nbsp; Excited and hungry, Yurei’s own shadow rolled over her flesh in an effort to consume.&nbsp; A primal hunger raced into her mind as the creature of her own making was taken into her body.&nbsp; Nearby her Master watched with a blade in hand.&nbsp; Nearby other watched with breathes held in their lungs.&nbsp; Everyone watched from her clan as the first night of shadow came over her.&nbsp; Ice poured from her veins and into her soul.&nbsp; Yurei screamed while her own shadow laughed inside her.</em><br><br>Hands suddenly moved to brace before her.&nbsp; Each finger now arched upward and inward so that they formed a cup.&nbsp; That inky darkness pooled inside the cupped palms, rushed forward across her while the hands moved before her.&nbsp; The right formed the top, facing downward while the left came to rest below facing upward.&nbsp; Eyes stared down at the space between while her focus was drawn there.&nbsp; Around her the hunger turned to away.&nbsp; There would be no feast tonight, be no place for the shadow to hunt inside her body.&nbsp; The shadow knew that its equal now commanded respect and so that respect was shown.&nbsp; The darkness spread from her palms to along her arms and then to her body.&nbsp; A watery, inky blackness not unlike the depths of some great ocean washed over her.&nbsp; No light shined over the surface of her body as she now consumed herself in the shadow.<br><br><em>Yurei had not meant to scream.&nbsp; To scream was a sign of weakness in their eyes, but each of them knew that everyone screamed the first time.&nbsp; The creature they commanded was not a human one, but rather an alien that lived in the shadows.&nbsp; In order for her clan to be like the shadows, they must first cloak themselves in a shadow.&nbsp; So to do so they brought forth their own shadow, their own personal hunter to be their guide and armor in its own world.&nbsp; Invite the predator into their bodies and then make them the prey through the force of their own will.&nbsp; That was the claim of her clan, the motto of their world and the method to their madness in letting an outsider consume them.&nbsp; First though, Yurie had to give the predator a part of her.<br><br>The bargain as struck and part of herself given over to the creature.&nbsp; Then her hands came together as she was taught.&nbsp; Guided by knowledge so ancient that few even remembered the first, she confronted her hunter.&nbsp; Inner focus gave her purchase with the intangible essence of her shadow.&nbsp; Mastery was now to be obtained as she brought the darkness forward like a cloak.&nbsp; Limbs became wet with the shadow of her own making, body slick with the inky blood of her tormentor and her essence blackened from the taint of the alien species.&nbsp; Yet she lived and grew stronger.&nbsp; Eyes lifted to stare beyond those near her, lifted to see the window above her where another pair of eyes watched.&nbsp; Yurei heard the whisper of her friend’s secret, knew that she watched the sacred ritual.&nbsp; Yurei watched from above her, watched from the shadows that framed her friend’s body.&nbsp; <br><br>Eyes once white with innocence stared up at Chunyang.&nbsp; That darkness consumed them now.&nbsp; Like black marbles her eyes stared without passion, without soul.&nbsp; Yurei was not gone, but another was to be her face now.&nbsp; That gaze waivered and she looked away.&nbsp; Monster was the single thought in her mind.&nbsp; A monster she must be for her clan.</em><br><br>The shadows around her waivered as if a puddle.&nbsp; Her body now cast in the darkness of herself, she watched with new eyes.&nbsp; Everywhere she saw the shadows of the night.&nbsp; Darkness cut by streams of light from artificial suns formed more places for her to hide.&nbsp; Each streak of shadow became like a window to her that she could peer into the world of the living.&nbsp; Yurei let her hands touch before her so that the way to another world opened at her feet.&nbsp; Slowly she sank beneath the surface and into a world so close to her own, yet still so foreign.&nbsp; Windows to the mortal realm showed themselves to her and she walked through the envious world of the shadowy plane.<br><br>Chunyang could hear the soft whisper of her companion in her ear.&nbsp; The whisper of her words so faint that one might believe the wind had taken up another’s voice.&nbsp; Yet the harshness was there, the cold seduction that meant she had given over to the shadow.&nbsp; Yurei was indeed her shadow now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Game Unknown</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 20:48:29</strong>
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				Chunyang glided smoothly between bodies, slipping and sliding in false passions.&nbsp; There was nothing here but empty urges to be sated.&nbsp; She felt nothing from the beating hearts of those that twined inward upon each other.&nbsp; Nothing but false promises and hopeful ambitions.&nbsp; her lip curled imperceptibly, her face still a pleasant mask.&nbsp; Disgust poured through her.&nbsp; True, she had partaken in such emptiness but she had purpose and the night never ended in sated pleasure but the satisfaction only death could give.&nbsp; Her mind entertained the thought of running through a few of these dogs in heat but then that would upset the mission.<br><br>She paused in her search, room after room only yielding scenes of carnal display.&nbsp; some mundane and some that made her tilt her head sideways.&nbsp; She watched it all with cold eyes, the pupil of black a mere dot.&nbsp; She lifted her head, feeling a change in the pattern of energy around her and smiled.&nbsp; She could feel her shadow and the flesh along her arm rose in little bumps.&nbsp; She looked to the spot where Yurei would be, a shadow cast where even in the brightest room of this mansion, she would still be a near her sister.&nbsp; &nbsp;She nodded and turned back to her search, seeking out the power of their target.&nbsp; She must have been getting closer as the sounds of lust and debauchery grey.&nbsp; The softer gasps of pleasure now paled in comparison to the growing cries of passion.&nbsp; The heat of bodies surging against one another in desperate futility to obtain that moment of climax was starting to become almost tangible.&nbsp; It brushed back the chill that was her shadow and she turned to where Yurei would be and cocked a brow in question.&nbsp; She did not think she would get an answer but she pressed on, only to be stopped by a sweat slicked wall of muscle.<br><br>The man was not bad looking and glancing down she could see he was a bull ready for rutting.&nbsp; She looked up into his face and smiled sweetly even when he reached out and cupped her breast.&nbsp; She did not flinch or cringe as much as she wanted to.&nbsp; he took that as invitation and moved his body closer to her, the protruding appendage pressing to her bell.&nbsp; A huge arm wrapped around her shoulders, the other hand squeezing her breasts.<br><br>"Baby, you have got to be the hottest chick in this place.&nbsp; Tell me you want me to bend you over and fuck you hard, because I think I can ride your pussy into the sunset," he said, his accent having a Texan twang.&nbsp; She wanted to stick a knife in hiss gullet the moment he touched her and breathed his alcohol sour breath in her face.&nbsp; She didn't like being touched and certainly not by this man.&nbsp; She noted a closet, and with a sweet smile, nodded, pushing him back, her hand stroking his thick penis.&nbsp; She opened the closet and flicked on the light, noting it was big enough.<br><br>"I'm new and kind of shy.&nbsp; Mind if we go in here?"&nbsp; She asked as he let himself be pushed inside.&nbsp; Once inside, she closed the door he began to lift her dress.&nbsp; She reached up and frowned, then smiled, his hand trying to slip into her underwear.&nbsp; "Get on your knees, you are too tall."<br><br>The stupid man obliged her and pulled her dress down to reveal her breasts, the dusky pink of her aureole staring at him.&nbsp; He mad to move his mouth to one and she held his face and looked at him, the smile she wore changed, the wicked twist making him flinch.&nbsp; "You disgust me.&nbsp; How dare you assume to ride me like some kind of horse."<br><br>Not giving him a chance to become angry, she held fast his head in her hands and twisted, the sharp snap of his neck breaking, satisfying her.&nbsp; He fell to the ground and she straightened her illusion, turning out the light as she stepped into the hallway.&nbsp; "I will need to bath after this.&nbsp; I feel soiled."<br><br>She spoke to no one but knew that the shadow of her heart was close, had probably scene.&nbsp; Had understood.&nbsp; She continued her pace toward her goal.&nbsp; She did stop to peer into one room.&nbsp; Nine men gathered around one girl, taking turns.&nbsp; The used woman looked just that...used but happy.&nbsp; The curl in her lip could now be seen and she hastened away, heart speeding up as a memory consumed her.<br><br><em>She came to her room, half in shadows and on her small table near her folded blankets was a rice cake.&nbsp; It was her sixteenth birthday and she knew with a fluttered smile that Yurei had remembered.&nbsp; It was a game now, to see if Chunyang could sense her friend but she was eager to share her sweet with someone dear to her.&nbsp; Ever since the day, Yurei came into her shadows and Chunyang witnessed for herself the fearful quality of the young girl's power, she made sure Yurei understood.&nbsp; She had seen eyes that darkened to black and the horror, but she was not afraid and instead welcomed the girl in open arms and made a Blood oath that they would never be parted.&nbsp; She did not want to have her only friend think that she would distance herself now.&nbsp; No....never.&nbsp; <br><br>She was about to kneel on the floor pillow when a knock came at her door.&nbsp; Opening it, she found one of the Master's grinning, but there was something odd in that grin.&nbsp; <br><br>"It is time for your new training to begin.&nbsp; You are of age and with your gift, we have chosen a specific regiment for you.&nbsp; Come now."<br><br>Chunyang obeyed and followed him to a separate building in the heart of the compound.&nbsp; He opened the door and beckoned her inside.&nbsp; She looked behind her to see if her friend was there but saw nothing but shadows.&nbsp; She turned back, hesitant.&nbsp; Something was off about this.&nbsp; She entered into a darkened room, in the center was a blanket laid out on the floor and twenty men in the room.&nbsp; She did not understand and turned to the Master, who closed the door.&nbsp; "I don't understand?&nbsp; What kind of training is this?"<br><br>"You are to be given the tools you need for espionage.&nbsp; Do not fret, you shall enjoy this as much as we your teachers will be giving it to you."<br><br>His words were like a cold hand gripping her spine and she steeped back.&nbsp; The teachers drew closer, closing the circle and she found no escape.&nbsp; Heart thudding, she felt a moments panic.&nbsp; They came for her as one, there techniques faster, stronger....she still had so much to learn.&nbsp; They slapped two bracelets to her wrists, the silver tightening, magicked.&nbsp; She could not bring forth her swords and then they ripped her robe from her body, leaving her naked, her fear, metallic on her tongue.&nbsp; They too disrobed and came for her.&nbsp; All of them.<br><br>Outside, one could hear the screams.&nbsp; Screams that subsided after an hour.&nbsp; Two more hours passed and the men left, one by one.&nbsp; Chunyang left last, looking broken and the worse for wear.&nbsp; Clutching her torn robe to her, she went back to her room and sat before her rice cake.&nbsp; She put her hand out on the table, palm up.&nbsp; She said nothing, just trembled and when she felt that warm touch on her fingertips, she began to cry. </em><br><br>Shaken that such a memory had invaded her thoughts here in this den of debauchery, she shivered once her steps seeming to take her to the pulsing center of the house of orgies and sin.&nbsp; She stood in the doorway and did as she was taught by the teacher's who taught seduction.&nbsp; She leaned on the entrance doorway, looking sweet and innocent but with the nature of a sinuous tigress.&nbsp; She looked on and thought about the man who sat upon a throne, women at his feet, three of them fighting to take in his manhood.&nbsp; There bodies twined with one another, as other pushed to get his attention with their breasts and their sex.&nbsp; Others in the room were engaged in stranger pleasures and some she wondered how they would even think it were pleasure.&nbsp; "This must be him," she signaled by hand.&nbsp; He had to be the one, the natural world seemed to shiver in his presence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Game Unknown</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 13:29:01</strong>
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				The man would die unremembered.&nbsp; For her clan there was little worse in life than to pass into the next life unremembered.&nbsp; Her people lived in the shadows with the hope that their flames and memories would last well beyond their deaths.&nbsp; Each committed themselves to greatness in stealth so that their names could be etched with pride on their family grave stones.&nbsp; Yurei had already seen her name engraved, a feat for one so young as herself.&nbsp; Yet there was more to be done and more to be accomplished.&nbsp; For this man he would pass into the next world in a closest, never to be known for the legacy he might leave behind.&nbsp; Yurei felt no pity.<br><br>Eyes stared down at him from above.&nbsp; The breast of her companion revealed before her eyes.&nbsp; He paws on her like a beast, fumbled at her clothes like a man with no dignity.&nbsp; Lust was apparent on his face and the secrets he betrayed in his thoughts came easily.&nbsp; Yurei watched while he worked.&nbsp; She always watched.<br><br>The sweet cake had been a present.&nbsp; Stolen from the private reserves of the Masters here, Yurei had given a gift made from her own effort.&nbsp; No greater gift could be given in her lands.&nbsp; Riches of wealth compared naught to the price of the soul and flesh for her kind.&nbsp; So with anticipation she stood among the shadows, draped in the touch of her own dark passenger.&nbsp; Not a single shift of light or darkness was made by her presence.&nbsp; The art of stealth long ago mastered by her.&nbsp; Chunyang prided herself on feeling for Yurei, but this night there was another distraction.&nbsp; A smile crept forward beneath her mask.&nbsp; Fingers moved to part the veil of shadows so that she could surprise her friend.&nbsp; Yet more moved into the room, others not even she had seen.<br><br>From her place she watched the Masters of the Ghost Blade do their work.&nbsp; Fear gripped her hands, indecision wracked her body.&nbsp; Part of her wanted to thrust open the veil, to push past the hidden world and strike at the foes of her companion.&nbsp; Yet here were the Masters of another Clan that she could not touch.&nbsp; Here in the Hidden Temple their word was without reproach.&nbsp; They had called this a test.&nbsp; A trial for her friend to endure so that she might ascend to greatness.&nbsp; The though gave her comfort while the sound of her cries gave her remorse.&nbsp; Yurei stayed by her side though, just as Chunyang had stayed during her first consumption.&nbsp; <br><br>The sounds grew more still with each man passing.&nbsp; Screams had faded into wet slaps of flesh.&nbsp; Each man gave a grunt before he moved on so that another might take his place.&nbsp; Coldness guided their movements.&nbsp; Yurei felt her own limits tested as she saw the beautiful face of her friend buried in the sheets.&nbsp; Hands bound in chains, her face wracked with pain and deeper than that shame.&nbsp; Eyes turned to look over the naked body of her friend, to see the flesh that had once been untouched now lay bruised and broken on the bed.&nbsp; A hand fell to the side while the last man left.&nbsp; Revulsion for their kind touched her heart just as her fingers touched the palm.<br><br>“I am your shadow still Chunyang.&nbsp; Always at your side.”<br><br>A mess was left in her wake, but Yurei never questioned.&nbsp; Instead she only stepped forward from the dark recesses of the room.&nbsp; The door closed so that another might open.&nbsp; Slowly she let her hands touch the still warm body.&nbsp; Ice spread beneath her palms while below the man the darkness opened to admit his physical flesh.&nbsp; Hungry shadows reached for him, clawed fingers tearing at the body to drag the flesh below.&nbsp; A shiver raced down her own spine while the inhabitants of the Shadow Realm feed off her gesture.&nbsp; Her offering was received with glee and she felt the lifting of her own power.&nbsp; Green light flashed from beneath the mask of her own shadow before she too slipped down into the other realm.&nbsp; Not even a single cloth was disturbed when she left, the closest now empty of the trio.<br><br>The throne was a vain gesture her mind mused.&nbsp; Shadows provided her a window to the world beyond.&nbsp; Flames flickered and the darkness continued to grow while the bodies intertwined and sought each other’s satisfaction.&nbsp; Yurei could feel the bile rise in her throat while she watched men thrust themselves into others.&nbsp; The women even fought for the privilege to taste and lick those same men that took from them.&nbsp; Beside Chunyang a whisper touched her ear.<br><br>“We would do their souls a service in releasing them.&nbsp; First our duty.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Game Unknown</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 06:38:52</strong>
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				Chunyang didn't even twitch when she felt the cold of her shadow near her.&nbsp; The voice out of the nothing, did not startle her either.&nbsp; No, Yurei, if nothing else, calmed her.&nbsp; She smiled, the warmth of her lips reaching her eyes.&nbsp; It was for Yurei that smile.&nbsp; Her lips moved imperceptibly as she spoke.&nbsp; There was something odd about the scene in the room.&nbsp; The man on the throne was surrounded by nubile and naked bodies but something was off.&nbsp; <br><br>The air pusled with lust.&nbsp; She could feel it as it beat a staccato of power along her bare flesh.&nbsp; Her brow furrowed and she tried to figure it out but could not.&nbsp; Her smiling lips pursed in thought.&nbsp; She looked about the room, seeing an orgy like she had never seen before.&nbsp; Not even the random porn she had watched as research had anything on this.&nbsp; She could see that the men and women were into each other.&nbsp; happy even, to partake in sweat slick bodies but it seemed like it was stunted.&nbsp; Like it was lacking something.&nbsp; It didn't matter.&nbsp; She was here to kill and even though it would make her happy to leave a massacre, it was not their way.&nbsp; They were suppose to be unseen.&nbsp; Not leave trails of bodies.<br><br>"Too easy.&nbsp; Like lambs to the slaughter.&nbsp; Has humanity forgotten to defend itself?"&nbsp; She paused, then continued, her lips unmoving as she spoke and voice so low only someone at her shoulder would hear.&nbsp; "I think I am missing something here, Yurei.&nbsp; All does not seem like it should in the land of lust.&nbsp; It seems the energy here is duller.&nbsp; I'm missing something.&nbsp; I have to get closer."<br><br>She pushed off the wall, knowing if she entered the room, she would no longer be another element of the room.&nbsp; She would be noticed.&nbsp; It was her part.&nbsp; Lure him close into a false security and then kill him.&nbsp; Something like that.&nbsp; She slinked her way through the writhing crowd, her eyes of ice on the man before her.&nbsp; She set her illusion to shimmer as if she were a floating dream coming towards him. <br><br>Hair like a curling cloud of silver white, she gave her curved hips a little more shake and her chest a little more shimmy.&nbsp; She was an embodiment of sensuality as she twisted her way through the path of writhing bodies.&nbsp; She let a hand trail from her hair and over her breasts smoothing out the dip of her waist and over the roundness of her hip.&nbsp; Her shapely legs crossed over one after another and and her white dress fluttered around pale creamy thighs.&nbsp; Her tongue danced over full lips to wet them.&nbsp; But mostly it was her eyes.&nbsp; Eyes that hypnotized.&nbsp; How could one not look into those strange eyes and not be intrigued.&nbsp; Could even Lust ignore her simple truths?<br><br>Then there also was the strange paradox.&nbsp; Her body was sin and yet at the same time, she held an innocence about her that belied everything.&nbsp; As if the message and the messenger didn't match but which did one believe.&nbsp; What was seen or felt?&nbsp; It was too bad none could see her shadow.&nbsp; For within the confines of that darkness was a true beauty unmarred by the world.&nbsp; <br><br>She stopped when she was close enough.&nbsp; Her lip twitched when she got close enough and saw exactly what the women were doing to his lap.&nbsp; Luckily, she knew enough to control her disgust.&nbsp; <br><br>"Excuse me?&nbsp; I seem to have gotten lost, this place is huge.&nbsp; Can you tell me where the bathroom is," she asked, her voice pure and sweet as she spoke.<br><br>Chunyang was assured that her sister, sister because she loved Yurei more than any bloodsib, was near.&nbsp; The loyalty between them was absolute.&nbsp; No matter if the monster Yurei feared consumed her, Chunyang would go to Hell and back to retrieve her friend.&nbsp; This world was lonely and without Yurei, this world was not worth living.&nbsp; She would do what she must but never without her sister shadow.<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bloody Kiss of Fate (Pumpkin Seeds, Pockets &amp; Lady Kitsune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 04:07:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i311.photobucket.com/albums/kk463/jmclark_photo/chip15.jpg)</div>The man who sat in the chair with his legs splayed wide with three women alternately sucking on his cock while complaining that he was being mean and that he should choose her over the other two women, was old. Not physically, but chronologically.<br><br>He had been old when man had finally invented the wheel and use it creatively. He had seen the rise and fall of empires and nations so obscure that history has chosen to remove all traces of them. He had been involved with the debauchery of Rome at it's height.<br><br>As had several of his kin.<br><br>Mankind was theirs to enjoy, manipulate, control, and even abuse a bit. But ultimately, he and his kindred were given the ultimate obligation to mankind:<br><br>Protection.<br><br>It was from humanity that his power and that of his six 'siblings' got their powers. The entities that they served gained power from particular emotions. In simple terms there were seven great spirits, all gainly power from two powerful concepts. One said to be a sin and the other a virtue.<br><br>He himself was the Emissary of Lust and Love/Chastity.<br><br>There was Greed and Charity.<br><br>Envy and Kindness.<br><br>Wrath and Patience.<br><br>Sloth and Diligence.<br><br>Pride and Humility.<br><br>Gluttony and Temperance.<br><br>Each 'Emissary' as it were gained power from both sin and virtue. The power gained from the virtue was much purer and much more potent than that of the sin. But the problem stemmed from the fact that as a whole Humanity was grossly debauched.<br><br>Since the dawn of the 20th century, his powers had nearly quadrupled then exploded almost infinitely since the early 1980's when the porn industry became much more accepted by the masses. He had also noticed a similar influx of energy from the other emissaries. Each was wallowing in the sin, because it was easier to find.<br><br>And all knew of the Great Enemy.<br><br>Oblivion.<br><br>He had lived so long that he had long since forgotten his original names. For his tribe always had two names. The name to be used by those one loved and trusted, only used in private. And a tribal name which was how one was known to the world. Names were like the skin of a snake. Useful but ultimately when it came time they would be shed. Sometimes quite easily and other times quite painfully.<br><br>This 'incarnation' was called Jonothan Bingham. Though most called him simply Jono with the Bono.<br><br>As a side effect of his powers, he had been blessed with a rather impressive cock and balls as well as the stamina to put them to good use. So when Chunyang approached, he looked up at her with an appraising eye he studied her and saw the woman in her shadows.<br><br>Clapping his hands together sharply, he said for all to hear in the room, “Thank you, ladies and gentleman, that will be all for now. Please leave me and the young lady to some privacy.”<br><br>Quickly almost as if automatons, they all stopped what they were doing and moving to other rooms where they immediately took up where they left off.<br><br>Standing, he looked at Chunyang and said simply, “You can have your friend join us. The shadows may be familiar to her but I can only imagine that they are quite lonely and cold.”<br><br>Reaching out into thin air he pulled out a light robe made of the finest Egyptian Cotton and pulled it around him as he walked over to the barely touched refreshment table. Picking up&nbsp; a decanter of Italian wine, he poured himself a glass before indicating that they should help themselves.<br><br>“Before you try to lie to me, save yourself the headache and effort. I know each of you. I also know why you are here. Also know that even should you use your powers, you have no chance against me. You can try if you like, though I'd much rather talk. The two of you are both unique individuals sharing a rare relationship. One of love and respect, but the way you express it is what makes it so very unique.”<br><br>Sitting once more, he waved his hand and they were no longer in a mansion in Southern California. They were in ancient Egypt. Even Yurei would feel the change of time in the shadows. As she no longer felt the nearly ever present shades that flitted through the Void at her Master's bidding. Here the Void was quiet, peaceful, and even serene. There were pockets of instability and madness but they were much fewer.<br><br>Jonothan sat upon a divan where men and women walked about dressed scantily, not out of any need to show off or anything but because it was how the men and women of the era dressed. “Welcome to one of the many places I call home. I have been called many things and worn many shapes. Here I am known as Hathor, Goddess of Love, Beauty, and music.”<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://www.keeleyhazellonline.com/keeley-hazell-pictures-photos/keeley-hazell-1.jpg)</div><br>Then as if to emphasize his point, he spun around quickly and his form was that of a beautiful woman with long black hair that fell to the middle of her back with large firm breasts, perfect skin unblemished by time or the elements. When he/she spoke again it was not in the baritone he had spoken before but in a more melodic mezzo-soprano, “Just as I have been called many things, so too have I been many genders. The female has it's perks but I have always preferred....”<br><br>“The male form.” said Jonothan returning to his previous form and voice.<br><br>“I am one of the Seven Guardians. Emissaries of the Higher Plane. We stand as sword and shield against the Great Enemy, which is Oblivion or as a few of my siblings choose, Entropy.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bloody Kiss of Fate (Pumpkin Seeds, Pockets &amp; Lady Kitsune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 04:49:44</strong>
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				<em>“The shadow is a cowardly beast.”<br><br>The young girl that kneeled before the speaker looked up quickly.&nbsp; Eyes that would normally avert stared on him as if to ensure that he had spoken such a thing.&nbsp; Confusion touched her heart and fear brushed her soul that somehow she had displeased enough to speak his words so.&nbsp; Black hair parted before her youthful face.&nbsp; Only a few winters had passed since her arrival, but already she was showing signs of beauty and grace.&nbsp; Such signs were a painful thing to watch for her people as they would become nothing more than a pretty façade for the shadow.&nbsp; Yurei was but a vessel for the powers that lived inside her blood.&nbsp; <br><br>“Sensei, how can you say such a thing?&nbsp; The shadow goes where others cannot, strikes where none can touch and moves through the crowd of his enemies to return home and fight another night.&nbsp; Is that not bravery enough?”<br><br>The elderly figure looked down on her.&nbsp; Almond eyes narrowed to slits that sent shivers down her spine.&nbsp; Whispers spoke of the man killing students younger than her and for far less insult than she had given.&nbsp; She had no need to defend her clan to this man, a known warrior and assassin for the Masters.&nbsp; His reputation was without peer, yet he spoke against the very clan that had taught him such a trade.&nbsp; There was anger in her eyes, but respect steadied herself in place.<br><br>“To hide ourselves in our own shadow, draw strength from another creature alien to our kind and then use that strength to strike down another being is cowardly.&nbsp; Do not mistake cowardice for stupidity or weakness girl.&nbsp; A coward hides when they must, strikes at their attacker’s heels and grovels at their feet to gain distance.&nbsp; Cowards survive to go out another night for their clan and people.”<br><br>The lesson was presented and Yurei took wisdom from his words.&nbsp; Such wisdom would not truly blossom in her heart until years later.&nbsp; Yet he had planted the seed.</em><br><br>Yurei stepped forward from the realm that was now unfamiliar to her.&nbsp; A lithe limb slipped forward from the unseen portal between the worlds.&nbsp; Around her the shadow continued to slide over her body, like ink the creature stained her very flesh.&nbsp; Shadows clung to the surface of that figure, caressing her with a lover’s touch.&nbsp; The air seemed to grow darker with her presence, light shifting away as if in fear of her attention.&nbsp; He would be hard pressed to see the evidence of her female frame.&nbsp; The shadow wrapped around her disguised her, shielded her from the burden of human appearance.&nbsp; Eyes of the deepest water stared at him with lifeless intent.<br><br>Around her waist he could see the markings of a weapon.&nbsp; The simple shaft of a kama hung at her side.&nbsp; A chain of dark steel was linked to the base of that weapon, coiled tightly just below so that she could easily remove the weapon.&nbsp; Such a creation was deadly in the right hands, a weapon of misdirection and a quick death.&nbsp; No doubt other instruments of death hung beneath the flow of her shadow, waiting for her command to strike.&nbsp; Still she made no movement to touch the items.&nbsp; Instead her silence persisted while he spoke and displayed his power.&nbsp; Chunyang would be hard pressed to find a time when her sister displayed herself so openly, shrouded in the essence of her own shadow.&nbsp; She knew that deep down; Yurei despised the creature that claimed her.&nbsp; <br><br>When Yurei spoke, the voice was not the whisper of a mind’s touch.&nbsp; To speak outside of the Shadow Realm was to ask the creature around her to speak.&nbsp; Her mouth did not open while the words emerged.&nbsp; “You are demon and slaver to this world.&nbsp; Our Masters bid you return to the planes you came least we send you there ourselves.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bloody Kiss of Fate (Pumpkin Seeds, Pockets &amp; Lady Kitsune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 05:35:20</strong>
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				Chunyang dropped the sultry illusion that wrapped her body like the glove of reality.&nbsp; Like the man who had whisked them to another time in but the blink of an eye, so too did Chunyang's pretty illusion leave her.&nbsp; In her place once more was the girl wrapped in a pale lavender silk gi, the black netting beneath holding back her bosom as they floated atop her armored waist corset.&nbsp; The severity of her hair pulled back in a single tail, the red ribbon with silent bells.&nbsp; &nbsp; Only locks of log white tendrils that framed her face softened the hard look of Norther glaciers in her eyes.&nbsp; Sleeves full and draping covered her hands.&nbsp; Sadly, she looked as a wet dream for an anime nerd.&nbsp; Only known by Yurei, manga was one of her few vices.&nbsp; One picked up slaying a target who chose to hide in a comic shop.<br><br>She listened to the man, who looked an acted a god.&nbsp; So presumptuous to think that he could beat them.&nbsp; What bothered her was the lack of information.&nbsp; They said the target was powerful.&nbsp; They said to be wary.&nbsp; They did not say he had enough power to take them out of time.&nbsp; She tilted her head...slightly and the bells tinkled, so softly.&nbsp; She frown, just a dip of the corner of her mouth.&nbsp; She looked to Yurei, who stepped from the unseen but still armored in her shadows.&nbsp; They were trained for this moment.&nbsp; She had been told by her Masters that the day would come when they must fulfill a destiny.&nbsp; That the world was not safe as long as the demons walked the earth.<br><br><em>The symphony of metallic sound filled the air.&nbsp; Blood crept to the corner of her eye and she blinked away the annoyance before it could obscure her sight.&nbsp; She had no time to wipe at it.&nbsp; She swirled in a wicked desperate dance as she deflected the deluge of blades that came for her. Spinning in fury, her heart rate jacking like a rabbit, she dodged and flipped, as her mind processed it all in a slow motion.&nbsp; It was called "Dancing Between Raindrops".&nbsp; To stop was a painful death that would end with her a pincushion.&nbsp; <br><br>She weaved and danced, edging closer to her opponent.&nbsp; Sweat dripped down her back and between her breasts, the fabric of her gi sticking to her body.&nbsp; Still she protected herself, despite the myriad of cuts along her body.&nbsp; Her clothing, shredding from the onslaught of sharp edges.&nbsp; A stab of pain as a dagger buried itself in the meat of her shoulder but she continued on as if it was not there, her only acknowledgement a grunt.&nbsp; Even as the blade moved in her shoulder, cutting more and more, she danced on.&nbsp; She didn't know when, but her arm hung useless and she pressed on.&nbsp; One dagger in her hand, moving faster than the mind could follow.&nbsp; Steel ringing and spinning away from her.&nbsp; Desperate anger and a final wail of keening triumph as she closed the distance as more stabs of pain ignored.&nbsp; But she had done it.&nbsp; She leaned into the Master's body, her blade at the stern man's throat.<br><br>He stood as if she were doing nothing more than serving tea.&nbsp; He slapped her face, her body weakened by the pain and her vigorous need to survive.&nbsp; She fell to the ground hand clenched tight around the hilt of her blade, anger burning like hoarfrost in her eyes.&nbsp; "Failure!&nbsp; How do you expect to survive if your target can beat you down.&nbsp; You let yourself be wounded.&nbsp; You must dance and not get hit."<br><br>Her face stung.&nbsp; His words stung.&nbsp; She wanted to kill him.&nbsp; He was one of them, it was what had kept her going through the whole ordeal.&nbsp; His death would please her but she kept it locked away.&nbsp; One day perhaps but until then, she would be a dutiful warrior.&nbsp; Until the time came.</em><br><br>Had the time come?&nbsp; Temptation battled with her duty and loyalties.&nbsp; Her heart still held to her silent vow.&nbsp; If Yurei knew of it, then she kept it to herself.&nbsp; "We do not choose.&nbsp; We are chosen.&nbsp; You speak only in words.&nbsp; You try and impress us with your magicks.&nbsp; We are not impressed.&nbsp; There are no words that you might tempt us.&nbsp; Nothing you can offer.&nbsp; We are two and you are one.&nbsp; Even a giant must fall.&nbsp; Harken to the bells tolling your death."<br><br>A blade as sharp and silver as her tongue slid from her hand, the gold jeweled hilt glinting in the low light.&nbsp; A hand reached for her sister, fingertips touching.&nbsp; If they were to die, she would have that touch go with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bloody Kiss of Fate (Pumpkin Seeds, Pockets &amp; Lady Kitsune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 16:58:10</strong>
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				Jonothan smiled as Yurei came up out of the shadows, still garbed in their essence. As she accused him of being a demon and slaver. He shook his head. “Me? Why would I want a slave? You have to feed them, cloth them, give them instructions, discipline them, make sure they get medical attention when sick or injured. No, I'm no slaver. But if you want to see slavers....”<br><br>The scene shifted and they were in a village the snow was still falling, coating everything in sight. As they watched, a wagon with a few small children in it approached and stopped as several men flitted from the shadows into reality. Suddenly screams of fear, pain, and anguish pierced the night. It was over quickly as a girl was dragged out of her home clutching a doll to her chest as they tried to get it from her.<br><br>The scene shifted to show Happy Mountain. A woman and child offering their respects to the recently departed loved one. Shadows moved through up on the pair of them. The interplay between the characters involved seemed as if real, but if anyone were touch anyone involved their hands or limbs went through everything as if a ghost.<br><br>Jonothan turned to each woman in turn and said, “Slaver? Those men are slavers. Murdering people so they can further their own agenda and bolster their numbers.”<br><br>“As far as being a demon, I can show you a demon.”<br><br>With that the scene shifted to downtown New York as they watched a group of men savagely assault a woman. Repeatedly raping her until she died from their attentions. The scene shifted once more to the jungles of Nigeria. It was a medical facility. Injured people were having their wounds tended to by two nurses and a doctor. Soldiers burst into the facility and began to shoot the men, dragging the women out of the building to be raped before either being shot or having their throats slit. Meanwhile the Doctor was forced to his knees only to have his head cut off with a machete.<br><br>Scene after scene of humanity committing atrocity after atrocity upon one another. And it wasn't just the depredations of man but also women. Sometimes what the women did was just as unspeakable and more so than anything a man could commit. A woman drowning her children for instance.<br><br>“Why does mankind need demons when they breed their own?” asked Jonothan as he walked brazenly past each of them, causing the scene to shift once again. This time to show a much more personal scene for Yurei.<br><br>She was surrounded by several Masters of the Clan to witness her cloaking herself in the void of her own shadowcraft. They watched as her shadow shifted and lifted from the ground, coiling around her feet and slowly moving upward and as it passed her chest and covered her shoulders, Yurei's head fell back as she screamed. Out of terror, out of regret at having her humanity violated by such a creature, or some manner of rage.... no one but Yurei would be able to tell.<br><br>“Mankind was never meant to control the creatures of the void. But power you command is the weakest of the void as it is a reflection of ourselves.”<br><br>The scene shifted once more to show a Master come into Chunyang's room and escorted her to a room with twenty others, cold bracelets placed around her wrists, canceling her powers before they took cold evil delight in destroying not only her virtue but making it near impossible for her to ever truly enjoy sex as it was meant to be enjoyed. As they raped her over and over and over until none of them could get their ardor up.<br><br>“We get our power as much from the baser instincts of man as the higher ones.” said Jonothan as he moved the scene to a hospital room where a woman screamed in pain before suddenly there was a swat and the nurse informing the woman that it was a little girl. The doctor inspected the baby carefully before swaddling it and carefully handing it over to the mother with the father at her shoulder on the other side of the chair. The expression of the parents said it all.<br><br>The scene shifted once more to see a man standing in a three piece rental tux, a Catholic priest stood before him as they both turned as the music shifted to that of the traditional 'Here Comes the Bride', and a woman dressed in white, the veil covering her face as she approached at a slow and stately pace, the world disappeared for the man as his gaze focused entirely upon the woman approaching. As she finally arrived on the arm of her father, the man gently took her hand as the father pulled the veil up over her head. The way the two looked into each other's eyes was just as potent and beautiful as the parents viewing their child for the first time.<br><br>The scene shifted once more back to the Egyptian room as he sat down, he looked up at them and said, “We gain more power from those higher emotions than the baser ones, but the fact that the baser emotions seem to be much more prevalent has more to do with the condition of humanity than any force we exert.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bloody Kiss of Fate (Pumpkin Seeds, Pockets &amp; Lady Kitsune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 04:06:48</strong>
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				Chunyang was shocked to see a tiny Yurei dragged from her home.&nbsp; It was one thing to shed a tear about it as Yurei whispered it to her in the night.&nbsp; To hold her close through a nightmare as she had done the same to her.&nbsp; Her cold ice eyes softened as she gazed upon the terrified and tear stained face.&nbsp; Then those eyes narrowed and tightened, her leg moving to step forward as her hand clenched tighter upon the hilt of her longsword.&nbsp; <br><br>Then her whole body was paralyzed as her own worst nightmare came to life before her eyes.&nbsp; Her beautiful mother kneeling in the snow, crystal tears falling for the man she loved and the small girl whose head was bowed.&nbsp; No tears because she would be strong for her mother who clutched her hand so.&nbsp; She could feel the cold of the snow seeping into her toes as she finally ran only to turn, too late.&nbsp; But not this time.&nbsp; this time she saw her mothers death as if she stood right with those men.&nbsp; Her mother fought valiantly.&nbsp; The beautiful strokes of her blade as it flashed silver, but it was her grief that made her movements slow.&nbsp; Her uncertainty of the safety of her daughter.&nbsp; A small, strangled sound escaped her lips an d she did step forward.&nbsp; A single sword thrust and a the bloom of a red upon her mother's silk grew like a red, red rose spreading its petals.&nbsp; "Eom-ma"&nbsp; she whispered.<br><br>Then it was gone and they were returned to the Egyptian room.&nbsp; A single tear, trembled at the corner of her eye.&nbsp; It waivered there upon her lower lid like a shimmering diamond before it slid down long white lashes, hanging as if in time.&nbsp; It fell upon her cheek, a perfect sphere and trailed down her cheek before it settled at the corner of her mouth.&nbsp; She tasted its salt and she began to burn with anger.&nbsp; She wanted him to die but he was not done with them and the scene changed to Yurei's shadow test.&nbsp; Her empty hand clenched into a fist as she relived that day.&nbsp; How she marveled at Yurei's courage.&nbsp; How she wanted to jump down and tear the Master's apart for making her friend scream in pain.&nbsp; She had vowed that she would never let Yurei hurt like that again.&nbsp; She saw the pain int the young girl's eyes.&nbsp; It was not the physical pain but what she had been forced to become.&nbsp; That she now was something of a horror herself.&nbsp; Chunyang remembered but in her mind she remembered taking Yurei in her arms after that ordeal.&nbsp; An embrace since they were children.&nbsp; She wanted her sister to know, that no matter what, Chunyang would be there.<br><br>Again it changed, like he knew there most difficult times in life, their turning points.&nbsp; Her anger grew as she recognized this one.&nbsp; She hated this day more than any in her life and for this alone she wanted to hurt him.&nbsp; How could he show them their greatest pains and still live.&nbsp; How could he gain their trust?&nbsp; But as she watched, a different wrath began to burn.&nbsp; Her hatred for those men were far greater.&nbsp; They had taken an innocent and turned her into a whore.&nbsp; They violated her, even after she was bloody and broken.&nbsp; They used her for pleasure.&nbsp; This was no training.&nbsp; The only thing she learned from this was that a man was not to be trusted.&nbsp; But hatred needs allies and her hatred was burning anew, the flame of hope moving to a deadly kill.&nbsp; She would listen more.&nbsp; Still....<br><br>"ENOUGH!"&nbsp; Her cry rang in the room and like a flickering apparition she was close to him, the tip of her blade at his bearded chin.&nbsp; Close enough to cut the hairs of she so chose.&nbsp; "What does this gain you?&nbsp; Those are memorise past?&nbsp; Demons reside in the soul.&nbsp; We are of the clans.&nbsp; There is no love, no lust.&nbsp; Only Duty.&nbsp; You ask us to turn a way&nbsp; from a millenia of teachings.&nbsp; The world falls into depravity because you do nothing.&nbsp; You no less protect, than kill the hopes of love.&nbsp; Men and women of this time have no control.&nbsp; Nor do they wed with the truth.&nbsp; The man, who professes his love, partakes of his wife but thinks of the woman who is but his secretary.&nbsp; Or he leaves his pregnant wife at home, who smiles to herself in the mirror, lying to herself, knowing that he is fucking that secretary on his desk.&nbsp; Everything is betrayal.&nbsp; a woman gives birth and the child is not that man's because he neglected her.&nbsp; She found solace in the arms of another.&nbsp; Their desperation for love and felling, to be touched by the one person that matters and it is denied them.&nbsp; Because of lies.&nbsp; Men think no more of rutting than the spewing lies of their love.&nbsp; If they loved, then they would treat their women as the jewels they are but instead they take them for granted and think of nothing but themselves and the next place to stick their cocks.<br><br>Don't think I have not seen it or known their hearts.&nbsp; I have observed much and if I know one thing, you are no longer doing your job.&nbsp; If you say who you are.&nbsp; Now tell me why I should not part you head from your shoulders?"<br><br>She spoke long but her words were vehement.&nbsp; She could not shield Yurei from the visions but she could draw the blood of the man who brought such pain upon them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bloody Kiss of Fate (Pumpkin Seeds, Pockets &amp; Lady Kitsune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 00:08:48</strong>
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				The scenes unfolded against the dark reflection of the shadow.&nbsp; Images moved across the watery surface with not even a flinch of muscle.&nbsp; Impassive eyes absorbed each transition without returning anything of their own to the ordeal.&nbsp; Not even the voice of the other invoked response.&nbsp; Motionless the figure remained a shadow apart.&nbsp; Light bent around the frame which shimmered coldly.&nbsp; The seductive voice of the man flowed over the flesh but there would be no return.&nbsp; Lifeless that figure now stood before them both as if only a statue.&nbsp; Stunned to silence perhaps or deep in thought, the black figurine held fast to its stance.<br><br>Yet there was movement elsewhere.&nbsp; Movement that would not fall to the untrained eye or even to those tasked with such observation.&nbsp; Amidst the alien lands of the shadow she stalked now.&nbsp; Bits of her shadow moved over her unveiled flesh.&nbsp; Like a snake the creature moved over her flesh, crawled against her body with relish for the taste of her.&nbsp; No bite would land though as the shadow knew that without her its own existence would fall.&nbsp; Around her hunger grew as she held only a portion of the protection afforded to her by the shadow.&nbsp; The rest remained an illusion for their eyes, a false front for them to follow.&nbsp; Quickly her steps were made in silence through the other world.&nbsp; Eyes turned to the slender portal that would prove her only point of attack.<br><br>Such separation was the mark of a true master in this craft.&nbsp; Only the most daring or foolish of her people could break apart their shadow, would dare enter the alien realm of the shadow so naked in their own form.&nbsp; Yurei knew there was little else to be done.&nbsp; He was already pushing toward their minds, seeking out their most personal secrets with his power.&nbsp; Such things were typically tasked to her clan and so she knew their power well.&nbsp; Feet pressed to the ethereal space of the world as she pushed forward and through the portal of the shadow and reality.&nbsp; In her hand was the slender blade that had remained along her back, hidden beneath.&nbsp; Extended now, the blade pierced the veil first to be followed by the extension of her arm.&nbsp; He would find not an inhuman face at the hilt of this weapon, but a very real one.&nbsp; Almond eyes stared at him with an expression of resigned dignity, of duty unquestioned while her delicately crafted face remained untouched by anger.&nbsp; Yurei did not hate the man, merely pitied him for the death she was tasked to grant him.<br><br>Elegance came through in every fiber of the strike.&nbsp; Her form perfect to allow the power of her strike to flow forward.&nbsp; From feet to the tip of her blade, the attack came through toward his flesh.&nbsp; Dancers worked years to craft such a vision that she now wielded in her strike.&nbsp; From her arm snaked forward the dark creature she carried with her soul.&nbsp; Scales glistened in the light in an oily figure that raced forward.&nbsp; The tip of the short sword now coated with the black ichor of the creature whose maw now opened.&nbsp; Fangs sought out the powerful flesh of this godly creature.&nbsp; A poison promised from which few, if any, could survive with their essence in tact.<br><br>Chunyang saw beside her that the illusion of her sister’s form scattered.&nbsp; Like a blossom of hungry locusts, the droplets of shadow broke into a swarm.&nbsp; The beautiful vision of her sister’s strike lost amidst a cloud of watery darkness as her shadow fought to reform around her body.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bloody Kiss of Fate (Pumpkin Seeds, Pockets &amp; Lady Kitsune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 19:12:27</strong>
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				The movement was perceived and countered. As Yurei struck from the shadows, he slid aside and caught Chunyang's wrist in one hand and the tip of the blade between his index and middle fingers. The shift was imperceptible to the untrained eye. But to anyone with half a grain of training realized the level of skill involved in such a manuever. Complicated even further by the fact that he used the flat of Chunyang's blade to block Yurei's strike. As he blocked it, he lashed out with his foot, striking the Ulnar nerve in Yurei's wrist, causing her hand to involuntarily flex as the rest of the blow followed through and set the blade flying over his head to imbed itself in a stone pillar far above them.<br><br>Following through with his momentum, he did a backflip, his weight forcing Chunyang's arm to shift and in doing so, squeezed off blood flow as he pinched the same nerve he'd struck on Yurei's wrist. The blade dropped to the ground and dissolved in a flash of light.<br><br>As he landed, he forced Chunyang into Yurei. Both of whom were now off balance, one still midstrike while the other had had her center of gravity manipulated.<br><br>"Why am I resurrecting ghosts long past? Because you are not of the Clans. You are of a perversion of the Clans. Ideals that have been twisted and convoluted by the boundless corruption of humankind. The Clans were born to help protect humanity. You were the eyes, ears, and sometimes the fist that we utilized to steer humanity away from the debasement and gross conduct that it has descended to. But that all ended during World War II when someone summoned the Clan Leaders to Hiroshima. All seven died when the Nuclear Bomb "Little Boy" was dropped on Hiroshima. Since then we have been unable to get the Clans together to reinstate the union we had before."<br><br>Suddenly they shifted from the room they were in to a room quite familiar to Chunyang. It was the Main Building of her Clanhold. One where the three Master's held court. But things were off. The three Master's she knew knelt in front of a an ancient seemingly wizened old man whose aura bespoke a level of power that none of the Master's were capable of. But as they watched the scene play out, Jonothan's eyes softened as he looked at the old man. "I'm sorry I was not able to protect you, Hitsuguya. Had I known what was to happen that day I would have not permitted things to go the way they had."<br><br>As they watched, Hitsuguya spoke firmly with one of the Masters even going so far as to create a curling moving dragon out of light as it curled around him, prepared to strike. Living entities had always been something no Master had been capable of creating. Most were only able to create a lifelike replica, but unable to make them move properly. But the tension in the air was quickly shattered when in walked a beautiful young woman, who appeared to be a much younger version of Chunyang's mother.<br><br>"Grandfather! Why must I go to Korea? I don't want to marry." said the woman.<br><br>"Peace, my child. I have my reasons. We will discuss them in private." said the Elder as he waved off the three Masters. After they had left, he waited a moment before gently reaching out and patting the cushion beside him. "Times are changing, my child. I fear that my time is coming to a close. Our Masters have been trying to end this fruitless conflict that has engulfed the world. But humanity is changing almost too fast. The Council of Masters is not as wise or patient as it once was. They expect that the Kami should give of their power more freely to our people so that we might fight back more easily against the Westerners."<br><br>"But then they do not understand. Peace is the way. I want you to go to Korea. I have arranged a marriage for you to a suitable man. But you must do your best to stay away from the Clans. We devolve and the Kami are too distracted to fix things. Guard well against such change. Do what you may to help guide mankind. Such is our duty."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bloody Kiss of Fate (Pumpkin Seeds, Pockets &amp; Lady Kitsune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>20-06-2011, 08:07:53</strong>
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				For all of her training, it was over in a flash.&nbsp; The only thing she had had time for was to widen her eyes in shock.&nbsp; She had watched it all unfold before her in slow motion.&nbsp; His strong hand on her wrist making her let go of her blade and stumbling into Yurei.&nbsp; It was comical at best, infuriating at least.&nbsp; Now she felt anger, anger stopped by the vision before her.&nbsp; She was seeing something that touched somewhere that had lay hidden and dormant for years.&nbsp; <br><br>It had to be her grandmother.&nbsp; It brought a flood of memories of her mother.&nbsp; Beautiful and strong, cut down before her eyes.&nbsp; This woman was no different.&nbsp; There was a fire within her that defied burning out.&nbsp; The man would be her great grandfather.&nbsp; He seemed to care and whatever had begun to uncoil within her suddenly tightened into an unyielding knot.&nbsp; When the scene ended, she understood her origins but it did nothing.&nbsp; Changed nothing.&nbsp; Only her anger remained the same.<br><br>She had been holding onto Yurei the whole time, unconsciously needing comfort.&nbsp; She released her friend and lifelong companion and stepped forward.&nbsp; Her face was resolute and her entire being was wire taut.&nbsp; As she spoke, she began to relax, all of her muscles becoming loose and smooth.&nbsp; She released the tension of her body as she readied for battle.&nbsp; <br><br>"I am impressed.&nbsp; But you were a fool not to have killed us.&nbsp; What you show changes nothing.&nbsp; The edicts of my parents or my ancestors are not my own in this moment.&nbsp; Do you think I will be swayed by your illusions?&nbsp; Nothing you show can be truth.&nbsp; You have sorcery and it is great but nothing is truly immortal.&nbsp; We know your kind can die and you shall die this day."&nbsp; As she spoke, she brought her hand up as if she held the hilt of a blade and so she did.&nbsp; She put up two fingers and touched it to the empty hilt and slid her fingers across.&nbsp; It was as if the tips of her fingers painted the blade to life.&nbsp; Sharp and deadly, the silver glinted wickedly as it appeared beneath her sliding fingers; a sound as if the blade was being removed from a sheath filled the air.&nbsp; The blades length was half again as tall as she was.&nbsp; "Can you hear the sound of your death, demon.&nbsp; I can.&nbsp; For not only are my blades sharp, they seem to suck the life from demons.&nbsp; I am the White Demon Slayer."<br><br>She swept the blade out and down as she spoke and it cut the air with a musical twang.&nbsp; she had given one of many names but for now, that one was appropriate.&nbsp; "Make no mistake, we will not allow that to happen again.&nbsp; You are full of stories, of pretty pictures.&nbsp; Your words are meant to sway.&nbsp; Tell me, since you are so fond of speech.&nbsp; If you are so concerned with the world, why have you sat in the temple of your debauchery.&nbsp; Surely you can create love as much as lust.&nbsp; You feed on it, yes.&nbsp; Would you not be stronger for the desire for love?&nbsp; Yet you stay hidden, steeped in sex and false love."&nbsp; <br><br>Why did she continue to talk to him?&nbsp; She should just kill him.&nbsp; He had already humiliated them.&nbsp; Something stayed her hand.&nbsp; She tilted her head so she could see Yurei.&nbsp; She had touched Yurei more than usual and even though it was cold from her shadowself, she still felt a warmth.&nbsp; Yurei was not lost to her darkness as she feared and Chunyang would be there always to make sure that flame still burned bright.&nbsp; <br><br>With a slight shake of her head, she asked the other not to advance.&nbsp; There opponent was strong and they needed to find a weakness.&nbsp; She would die today if need be, but she had to know.&nbsp; "Also, if we are perversions, than what is it that one demon and two clanswomen can do against thirteen Masters and an army of well trained assassins?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Bloody Kiss of Fate (Pumpkin Seeds, Pockets &amp; Lady Kitsune)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 09:37:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/c0/49/shadow,girl-c0490889af6c80911345120e99b68c9e_m.jpg]http://cdnimg.visualizeus.com/thumbs/c0/49/shadow,girl-c0490889af6c80911345120e99b68c9e_m.jpg[/url])</div>Yurei had no such questioning nature as her sister in battle held.&nbsp; Such things had always been for another to make ponder over while she performed her work.&nbsp; Questions of right and wrong, of history and fact did little to dissuade her cause.&nbsp; Orders were given and then followed.&nbsp; Things were simplest that way and the simple way was typically the best.&nbsp; Such a path was the way she found recognition among her Clan and found her named etched in memory.&nbsp; Though such an embarrassing moment as this would surely see her name fades from the wall of her ancestor.&nbsp; A scowl of disdain and cold anger touched her features.&nbsp; Chunyang could see her sister’s face just before the shadow consumed her once more.&nbsp; The air growing cold around her as the hunger once more became part of her.&nbsp; <br><br>Warm hands were the last to go.&nbsp; Yurei quickly freed herself from Chunyang least she feel the hunger touch her body.&nbsp; There was no desire for her to feel that pain without cause.&nbsp; Inky blackness slipped over her skin once more.&nbsp; A stance was taken in preparation for the conflict.&nbsp; There would be no reasoning with this one, not while the shadow consumed her and the light was cast from her eyes.&nbsp; There was no place here for such things.&nbsp; Her focus did not change from the man as the world shifted around them yet again.&nbsp; Words flickered past her mind, taking only what was relevant.&nbsp; More tricks she reasoned.&nbsp; Instead of hearing them she simply reached for the chain of her kusarigama.&nbsp; Fingers traced over the material to draw the weapon forth from beneath her shadowy frame.<br><br>Familiarity was obvious and her comfort with the weapon even more so than the sword.&nbsp; He could see that this weapon was indeed her more skilled pursuit.&nbsp; One hand braced against the grip of the kama while the other began to spin the weighted chain beside her.&nbsp; Tight circles were maintained to keep the momentum in check without straining her wrist or offering too much of the length.&nbsp; She would be more responsive in this way and the blade was always waiting in her other hand for a chance to strike.&nbsp; The change of the room meant an adjustment to her tactics.&nbsp; Furniture taken into account now her legs began to take her in an alternate course than her companion.&nbsp; The chain a looming threat to Chunyang’s sword.&nbsp; <br><br>Around them history played out as if they walked among ghosts.&nbsp; Yurei did not know the characters in this play nor did she truly care.&nbsp; Somehow this was meant for Chunyang and she only hoped her sister’s mind strong enough to resist.&nbsp; Between the men she moved, amidst their conversation she stalked her prey.&nbsp; The shadows across her face a mask that hide the emotion of the hunt from those that looked upon her.&nbsp; Stepping into shadow and out she became a shimmering force that could pass from the gaze and into nothingness at a moment.&nbsp; He would know she was there though, by the swishing of the chain if nothing else.&nbsp; Pretense of stealth was gone as only battle lurked ahead.&nbsp; <br><br>“No more tricks.”&nbsp; The inhuman voice growled to him from a closer distance.<br>
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