Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]
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				Title: <strong>Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sethtwo</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 02:47:06</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/32/Lovelossvengeance.jpg)<br><br>Ixa snarled to himself as he flew, hard and fast, through the fading light of the afternoon, his wings beating the air with all the strength he could muster. He knew something was wrong, he could feel it in his very bones. And he knew it had to do with Syleni, his love and soulmate. And that thought only made him move even faster, his pure white wings flapping as hard as possible, every muscle in his toned body tensing with the effort. His bare chest glistened with sweat as he pushed himself to his limit.<br><br>And then he saw her. Or rather, saw the destruction around her. Whatever had happened, it had torn large chunks of the ground away, and at ground zero, a small piece of land had been separated from the rest, the land split so deeply that the fires of the Below could be seen from the surface. He knew then that this was where she would be, and he landed on that small patch of barren earth.<br><br>As he landed, he spotted her. His beautiful Syleni was naked, her whole body deathly pale and covered with innumerable scars and gashes, and her wings, her beautiful, vibrant wings, hung limp and dead from her shoulders, he could see her lifeblood leaking away even as he could sense her spirit beginning to fade. "Syleni!" He knelt down quickly, uncaring of the heat searing his skin as he cradled her close. "Syleni! Please...say something...it'll be ok...I'm here..." Frantically, he began searching his memory for the words. <em>"Sytel r-ra-thri</em>...no...<em>Syten rathli</em>..." He screamed, trying to remember the ancient words of the First Tongue that could link her life to his. It was an ancient spell, even by angelic standards. Forbidden as well, but as he knelt there watching his <em>sarn'ke'lil</em>, his heart's blood, his soulmate dying in his arms, he didn't care.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seraph</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 03:14:29</strong>
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				She could hear his voice faintly through roaring rush of sound. Was she at the ocean? Syleni was disoriented by the rushing sound of the afterlife drawing on her essence and she had trouble focusing on his words.<br><br>She couldn't raise her head to look at him, but she could feel his arms around her. Her throat hurt. Everything hurt. She had fought her hardest, but she had failed. Had she failed him? She had known that this would happen, and even still, she had been unprepared to deal with the wrath of a god and his angels. She had been outnumbered and there was no way she could escape her Judgement or her punishment.<br><br>"<em>Ixa..</em> <em>Sarn'ke'lil</em>.." Her head lolled and she struggled to speak, but her lips curled into a loving smile. She was able to raise one hand enough to touch his arm where it supported her waist.<br><br>Everything around her was hot. The rushing sound flooded away as he hefted her up higher in his arms, and her head lolled against his shoulder. He was screaming. "<em>Shhhh... Shhh.... I didn't complete the Task, love. It's .. it's ok..</em>" <br><br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Flashback</em></span><br><em>It was the night of her Naming and Choice, and the evening had seen her heading home with a handsome angel. He had stolen her heart with a mere look. Syleni had been fresh born to the world, and she had somehow known that he was perfect for her. Everything about that night was the picture of romance as they wound up snuggling and chatting on his couch. They both knew where things were going.<br><br><em>"I've waited for you, Syleni, and I'll wait some more if you ask it of me."</em> His voice was tender, loving. <br><br>Syleni blushed and lowered herself to the couch when he took her hand, ruffling her wings around her slightly. She let her body lean back against the back of the couch and his wing, then snuggled in against his side. "Y<em>es.. We do both seem to want something similar. I want to explore this feeling with you, Ixa</em>." His body was warm and his scent was comforting. She closed her eyes with a smile, resting her cheek upon his shoulder. "<em>Waiting so long must have been frustrating. Do you think this is 'tal'mora</em>'?"&nbsp; <em>Tal'mora </em>'a knowing gift from the gods' would be the rough translation, but it held a very spiritual feeling to it as well. More than just fate. Design.<br><br>Ixa shook his head slowly. "<em>No. Not tal'mora. Lat'roma.</em>" <em>Lat'roma</em>, meaning "an unknowing gift from the gods." "<em>I did not know I had waited for you until you arrived. But now I realize I've always been waiting for you.</em>" He smiled slowly and ran a hand through her hair, holding her close as he watched the fire.<br><br>Syleni smiled and shifted a little in his arms, her head seeking out the hollow of his neck to rest there comfortably. One arm was tucked up against his side, her wing pulled in tight against her body. She let her other arm drape across his stomach, and her wing unfurled and curled to drape intimately over his lap. "<em>Lat'roma..</em>" She repeated it quietly, tasting the word and searching her memory. She found the meaning, and she nodded a bit, pleased. "<em>Indeed. Lat'roma</em>." She closed her eyes, content.<br><br>Ixa leaned in to kiss the top of her head gently, sliding his arm around the one curled across his stomach. His other hand lifted to stroke her wing gently. "<em>What would you like to do, Syleni?</em>" He slid an arm up to caress her cheek, and then leaned in closer, capturing her lips with his in a slow, sweet kiss.<br><br>She found herself closing her eyes and leaning into his kiss, a gentle press of lips on lips. She smiled then, against his lips and didn't move as she whispered against his mouth. "<em>Celebrate</em>." It wasn't every day someone discovered Lat'roma. She lifted her arm from his waist and raised her hand to his wing, running her fingers gently across his feathers as she kissed him again. "<em>Would you wait for me always</em>?"<br><br>"U<em>ntil our Lord Skaoi takes the world to his scales, I would wait.</em>" He pressed his fingers to her wing and then he murmured softly in her ear, "<em>Would you wait for me always</em>?"<br><br>Her cheeks flushed with pleasure and she felt her heart racing. He sounded so serious, so solemn. She sighed softly, her breath warm against his neck. She answered him after a moment's composure. "Y<em>es, I would wait for you Until our Lord Skaoi took the world to his scales. Any life I live will be incomplete without you in it.</em>" </em><br><br><br>It was hard to talk. She couldn't seem to catch her breath. It was so hot around them. The air seared her lungs and she wheezed. "<em>I did it for you.. I will wait for you always, sarn'ke'lil.</em>" An old promise, one renewed now, was all she had left to offer him.<br><br>Her hand fell from his arm, limp, unmoving. That which was her life's essence faded, leaving a dim husk of a shell behind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sethtwo</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 04:01:20</strong>
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				<em>"SYLENI!"</em> As the last of her life faded away, he screamed again, a primal sound of pure loss. Even as she lay unmoving in his arms, he remained where he was, the heat of the Below searing his skin as his tears fell freely, evaporated before they even hit the ground. He lifted his gaze to the sky and he snarled. <em>"Skaoi! You have made your last mistake, God of Judgment!"</em> He screamed again and cradled the body of his lover close, the next spell of the First Tongue coming easier. <em>"Yel'nith're blan'xa kasrol!"</em> "Let the blood mark my fall." He leaned in and pressed his lips to her dead lips, murmuring, <em>"I will wait for you always, sarn'ke'lil."</em><br><br>He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he felt the last vestiges of her essence, her blood, seeping into him, his wings losing their pure white color, instead becoming the same crimson color as blood. As the spell faded, he rose and lifted his eyes to the sky. <em>"Let the gods tremble in their thrones, for on this day, the Firstborn known as Ixa is no more, dead with his soulmate."</em> He paused for only a moment and then a grim smile crossed his features. <em>"Today...the Renegade known as Kaiven is born."</em> An appropriate choice for his Introduction, for <em>kaiven</em> meant vengeance.<br><br>++++++<br><br>It had been a year since Kaiven had swore vengeance, and with every passing day, he came a step closer to enacting his revenge on the God he had once served. Clerics and servants of Skaoi whispered amongst themselves of the red winged Renegade, though none knew his name, or anything else about him. And that made his job in the mortal world easier. He knew, of course, that he could not hide from pantheon or his fellow angels, but so far he had been lucky.<br><br>He'd lost track of the number of followers of Skaoi that had fallen to his blade and his magic, and he knew it wouldn't be long until one of the affectionately dubbed "hit squads" was out to get him. He rolled his eyes as he flew silently over a large forest bordering his next destination. He paused as he heard the unmistakable sound of wings rustling, and he turned around just in time to spot a quartet of angels, all wielding blades, rushing at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seraph</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 05:23:16</strong>
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				When it came to life and it's many tasks, Cerena had a routine. First thing she would get up in the morning and head to the well, draw up two good buckets of water, and then head back to the kitchen and start them heating on the small wood burning stove. Then it would be time to feed the chickens before preparing a simple breakfast of porridge and apples. She lived alone on the outskirts of town and life wasn't always easy, but it wasn't hard either.<br><br>The water would get meat and vegetables from the cellar added to it to start a stew cooking, and then it would be time for the rest of her chores. Cleaning. Egg collecting. Tend the garden. Milk the cow. Sew some dresses. And before it got dark out, gather firewood. The dresses she made were nothing to write home about. She certainly couldn't open her own seamstress shop in town, but they allowed her to make a living by selling them in the general store.<br><br>Some people had magic, or were blessed by the Gods, but not Cerena. She made do with what she could provide for herself in this world. She was a quiet, shy woman, and at 17 years old she lived alone. Her mother had died when she was 15 from an illness, and her father had been slain six months prior. It was whispered that she was cursed, and in general, people from the village left her alone. <br><br>She drew a small handcart behind her now as she wandered into the woods in search of firewood to use in her stove. She hadn't the strength or the skill to fell a tree and cord the wood, but she was able to gather up the larger fallen branches through the forest and chop them down to manageable sizes. The trees overhead were a thick canopy of green and they provided a cool shelter from the hot sun as she winded her way among the brush. <br><br>A sudden hush fell over the forest and Cerena drew still, worry forming. Was there a predator nearby? Something had spooked the animals and she turned with nervousness, intending to head back home. The sounds of battle up above in the sky did not reach her ears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sethtwo</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 05:48:20</strong>
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				The hush that had fallen over the forest was no doubt caused by the four angels attacking the Renegade above, and there was nothing Kaiven could do to stop them. They had been prepared, and had apparently received permission to use as much magic as necessary, which was why in the space of only a few instances, he found himself mute, suspended in midair, all but blind, and unable to retrieve a weapon. With their target in such a defenseless state, it had been quite easy to beat him senseless. And then they had left, without even watching him plummet to the ground, though they had at least canceled their spells.<br><br>However, the quartet had made one fatal mistake. Angels (and Renegades) were much tougher than they even gave themselves credit for. And it was that simple fact that allowed Kaiven to survive and plummet to the ground, landing with a heavy crunch. He groaned softly and shook his head, muttering, "Well...that went well." He opened his eyes slowly to stare up at the canopy, but doesn't seem to be in any hurry to get up. "Gods, I forgot how much this hurts..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seraph</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 06:22:31</strong>
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				Cerena froze as she heard the crashing and cracking of limbs as the canopy overhead gave way. A tiny yelp of surprise escaped her lips as no more than twenty yards in front of her, an angel fell from the heavens. Well, at least, she thought he was an angel. He had wings nearly as red as her hair, and she had never heard of angels with colored wings before. You would see one every now and again around town, but they weren't all that sociable with humans.<br><br>She was surprised to hear him talk, and even move slightly. He looked badly hurt, and she was certain that the fall couldn't have done all of that damage to him. Cerena crept towards him timidly, leaving the wagon behind. Her footsteps were not silent, and the cracking of twigs gave her away as she approached the fallen angel. Without a word, she dropped to her knees beside him, her calf length skirt gathering around her in a ripple of brown fabric. The apron that she wore over the skirt had pockets, and from one pocket, she pulled a small packet. <br><br>She focused her blue eyes on his and she pressed the packet into his hand. Inside the packet was a powdered painkiller. It wasn't much, but it was all she had to offer him. The torn canopy above them let sunlight spill down onto her pale shoulders. The white peasant top that she wore was loose, but it stretched tight against the swell of her bosom as she leaned over him, gently touching a darkening bruise on his ribs.<br><br>"Pain medicine for you, Angel, if you would like it.. You seem pretty hurt.." She smiled down at him tenderly, not an ounce of fear showing on her face. Everyone knew Angels worked for the good of mankind. She had nothing to fear in the presence of a godchild. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sethtwo</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 23:02:43</strong>
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				Kaiven pushed himself to his feet and shook his head. "Ka'llee's tits, that hurt..." Ka'llee, the goddess of lust, was a favorite of the Renegades, even if they followed none. Shaking his head again, he ran a hand through his hair and touched a finger to his lip, coming away with blood. If he noticed the medicine he was offered, he said nothing about it as he took a deep breath and murmured something unintelligible. Whatever he said, a mahogany staff topped with a large onyx appeared in his hands, which he uses as a walking staff to help him.<br><br>Using the staff as a support, he took a few tentative steps and nearly fell to the ground again. As if finally aware of his current companion, he lifted his gaze to her and murmured, "You know old man Xerion?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "Take me to him." He took the few steps it would require to come to her side, his pace slow and his breathing labored, but other than that, he doesn't seem to notice or care about his wounds.<br><br>His wings flared out completely and he smiled grimly to himself. The hit squad might return, and there was no better way to protect himself than to be in the company of a mortal. They might be allowed to do anything they like to Renegades like himself, but to lay a finger on a mortal is to invite destruction, and that's what he was counting on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seraph</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 23:29:11</strong>
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				Cerena huffed in annoyance as the angel ignored her and struggled up, and she rose to her feet as well, watching him try to orient himself. As badly hurt as he seemed to be, he didn't seem to actually be in pain. Cerena brushed off her skirt and gave him an annoyed look as he approached her, finally seeming to take notice of her. Again she held out the medicine packet to him. "Xerion sold me this. For pain. You sure you don't need any?"<br><br>She picked up the lead on her little firewood wagon again and started pulling the load back towards her house. "Xerion isn't far from my home." She slid a glance at him as she leaned against the weight of the wagon, pulling it slowly to keep pace with him. "If you would like, you could rest at my home and I would fetch him for you.."<br><br>Perhaps it was the innocence of youth that caused her to ask. "How did you fall from the sky, Angel?" Her blue eyes seemed to focus on him with intense scrutiny as she walked, having no trouble finding her path. This was a trail she had walked many times, and the angel was the only new thing on it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sethtwo</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 23:37:38</strong>
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				"I need to see Xerion." He shook his head slowly. "If you'd rather fetch him, then yes, we'll return to your home first." He stretched his wings out slowly and ran a hand through his hair. He followed after her at her pace, seeming to be regaining his strength with each passing moment. "How did I fall from the sky?" He laughs grimly. "I got my ass kicked, that's how. Now, let's just go."<br><br>As they approached the short span of open ground, he was grateful that he had thought to stay in her company. One of the angels responsible for his beating floated down to the ground and laughed, his white wings a stark contrast to Kaiven's blood red ones. <em>"Well well. I thought it might be a good idea to check on you, and what do I find but that you're still alive. I'll have to rectify that."</em><br><br>Kaiven only smirked and set his staff aside. Instead of replying to the angel, whose name he didn't care to know, he simply reached out and grabbed Cerena by the arm, pulling her against him as his arms encircled her waist. His message was clear: come through her if you want me. And he knew the angel would not do that, so Kaiven simply raised a hand and made a dismissive gesture as if to say "Begone."
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				Post by: <strong>Seraph</strong> on <strong>21-01-2011, 23:58:27</strong>
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				Cerena's eyes widened at his explanation, and her mouth formed a little 'O' of surprise. "But why would anyone want to harm an Angel?" She couldn't wrap her mind around the concept that anyone out there even <em>could</em> harm an angel.&nbsp; Her wagon thumped over a divot in the road, and she winced as it tugged at her arm. "I didn't think anyone could even do anything like that, I mean-" Her prattle died off as the second angel descended from the heavens.<br><br>Well. To see two angels in one day.. Wasn't she the lucky little thing?! Cerena's face had begun to brighten in a smile, though she couldn't understand the First Tongue that the angel spoke as he landed. <br><br>Kaiven's hand closed on her arm and he pulled her against his chest, engulfing her in an embrace that left her feeling flustered and confused. Why was he holding her like this? Was she a hostage? She had to admit, the strong arms wrapped around her felt good, and she didn't mind being held by him. He wasn't hurting her. "Angel, what is going on?" <br><br>Cerina leaned her head back against his chest, peering up at him curiously. Her arms were trapped under his, but she didn't struggle with him. If anything, she leaned back against him some, her young body pressing against his innocently. "Was he one of the ones who hurt you?" Her voice had dropped to a soft whisper as she swayed in his arms, waiting to see what happened.
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				Post by: <strong>Sethtwo</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 00:12:13</strong>
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				Kaiven didn't answer the girl in his arms, his attention completely on the other angel. Finally, realizing there was nothing he could do, the white winged angel shook his head. <em>"I'll remember this, Renegade. Watch your step."</em> As the second angel took off, Kaiven rolled his eyes and released his grip from around Cerena's waist. "On second thought...let's just go see the old man. I've already imposed on you enough."<br><br>He remained silent the rest of the trip, though a genuine smile crossed his lips as he regarded Xerion's small, modest home. "That's just like him...right in plain sight." Plain sight, of course, might seem a strange way to describe a house nearly hidden on the outskirts of town. Still, Kaiven made no attempt to explain his words as he knocked twice on the wooden door, counted to five, and then knocked three times more. "Let me in, old man. I need a favor. Oh, and I've got a guest, so if you could at least be...presentable..." There was a strange emphasis on that last word.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seraph</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 00:26:06</strong>
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				She tried to pepper him with questions as they walked, but she quickly learned that he wasn't interested in conversation. The one question she wanted to know the answer to the most, was why his wings were red. All she got was a scowl and more silence from him, though. Cerena sighed and cast him a glace from the corner of her eye as she approached the little home with him. "This is the place."<br><br>"So long as I'm here, I might as well restock." She was beginning to suspect shenanigans on the part of the angel and that earned him a doubtful look. "Do you even<em> know </em>Xerion?" Why did he keep refering to the healer as 'old', when Kaiven didn't seem to be much younger than him.<br><br>"I swear.. If you made me bring you all the way out here so you can hurt him, I'm going to pluck you."
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				Post by: <strong>Sethtwo</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 00:34:09</strong>
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				Casting a scornful look at Cerena, he murmured, "I know many things, including secrets. Now keep quiet, girl." He only rolled his eyes at her mention of plucking him, and then let himself into Xerion's home when the door slipped open, not bothering to see if she's still following him. He moved through the house as if he did, in fact, know the place, and paused outside Xerion's kitchen. "Get out here, old man. I got the shit kicked out of me and I'm hardly mortal."<br><br>He chuckled as the kitchen door swung open and he let himself in, spotting the young man at the kitchen table. "You just can't help standing out even when you're not trying to, can you?" He was referring to Xerion's hair, a rich brown color with a single lock of forest green across his face that he never bothered to explain. Kaiven, at least, knew what it signified. Xerion, when they'd met, sported wings of the exact same shade of green.<br><br>Without letting the man speak, Kaiven explained. "You know who I am, what I do, and who did this to me. Just get me what I need and I'll be on my way." Xerion chuckled, a rich, pleasant sound as he began gathering a few ingredients scattered about his kitchen. "You're really serious about that, huh?"<br><br>Kaiven smirked. "I hope he checks his scales every day knowing one day soon, it'll be his flesh I weigh out."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seraph</strong> on <strong>22-01-2011, 00:47:55</strong>
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				Cerena returned his look with one of her own, heavily laced with disdain, but she bit her tongue and followed him into the house, leaving her wagon by the front door. Xerion had been supplying her with medicines and treatments since her mother had passed, and she came to him whenever she had a problem or needed help. He had helped her out quite a few times since her dad had died, as well.<br><br>She stepped inside the kitchen, a smile coming to her face as she spotted Xerion's familiar form. "Evening Xerion. I found this one in the woods. He isn't as good-natured as the robin I found last month, though." She resisted the urge to make a face at Kaiven's back. She was after all, a proper young lady. Young ladies didn't go around sticking their tongues out at people.<br><br>She quieted down after that and leaned against the doorway, observing the two.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sethtwo</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 02:54:14</strong>
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				Xerion nodded once and glanced back over his shoulder at Kaiven. "They caught up with you, did they?" He nodded, answering his own question. "You knew it would happen eventually, old friend." <br><br>Kaiven shrugged. "I did, and I was unprepared. Hence, I got the shit kicked out of me. Now that we're done stating the obvious...you got something for me?"<br><br>Xerion chuckled and nodded, handing Kaiven a small flask of a grey liquid. "That'll do the trick. So, what exactly do you intend to do, hmm? You've been at this for a year now, and you've done...what?" Xerion chuckled again. "I mean, you can't expect to actually succeed, can you?"<br><br>Kaiven smiled slowly, a grim, satisfied look as he lifted his eyes to Xerion's, drinking the potion offered to him. He tapped his temple briefly and murmured, "You know as well as I do I know how to succeed. It's just a matter of doing it. Of course, for that I'll need a place to stay and...a few other things."<br><br>Xerion stared. "You can't be serious! It's not possible!"<br><br>Kaiven smirked. "Just because it's never been done doesn't mean it's impossible."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seraph</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 03:24:20</strong>
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				Feeling rather ignored, Cerena turned her attention to the walls, her eyes scanning the various assorted containers and herbs. Xerion was a skilled healer and he always seemed to have just the right item on hand for any occasion. The people of the town really relied on him, even though he was a recluse. <br><br>Uninterested in the conversation for the most part, Cerena pushed away from the doorway and begun to wander while the spoke, glancing up occasionally and watching them. It was obvious that they were old friends, but she wondered how an Angel came to associate with a human on such a long term basis. <br><br>A glance out the window showed her the sin was starting to sink over the edge of the horizon. If she wanted to get back before it was dark, she would need to leave now. "Excuse me.." She hesitated to speak up and interrupt them, but it was needed. "Um.. Xerion, Angel, I need to be getting back home now.. So if there's nothing else, I'll be heading home now." She was already backing up step by step towards the door. She had done her duty to honor the gods today and it was time to go home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sethtwo</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 22:08:40</strong>
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				Kaiven stood from the table and turned back toward Cerena. "I'll walk you home. Gods only know what's lurking about these days." He approached her with&nbsp; surprisingly silent steps, putting an arm around her shoulders. "Xerion, I'll be back in a day or two for a few things. Put it on my tab, won't you?" And then, without another word, he ushered the mortal woman out of Xerion's house and fell in step with her on the journey back.<br><br>"You will, of course, forgive us for leaving you a little confused, won't you?" It was phrased as a question, and yet there was a strange undertone to his voice, as if it were meant to be a command. He smiled and nodded slowly to himself, his wings flaring out completely as he glanced at the sky. "I suppose there's no need for these at the moment..." He murmured something to himself and his wings disappeared. "It'll cause less of a stir in town, as well."<br><br>He paused in his steps afterward as a thought struck him. "I do not even know your name. Would you care to rectify that?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seraph</strong> on <strong>23-01-2011, 23:48:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cerena paused as his arm encircled her shoulders, guiding her out of the house. She felt honored that a divine being would consider contact with her at all, let alone be willing to escort her home.&nbsp; "You.. You really don't have to, Angel. I've made this trip plenty times. I'll be ok." Still, he escorted her outside and seemed content to walk along with her.<br><br>The wagon of wood was where she had left it and she picked up the handle, beginning to tow it along behind her. She glanced up at him as he asked her forgiveness, and she nodded without thinking too much about it. "Yeah.. Ok. I mean.. An angels business is none of my concern." Thin shoulders shrugged in the chill of the impending night, and she shivered a little, picking up her pace.<br><br>She paused when the Angel's form flickered beside her, and his wings disappeared. She stopped abruptly, startled by his sudden loss of wings. He had great magic indeed to alter a living form like that. Cerena found herself gazing up at him with an impressed look, and her words came quickly, nervously. "Cerena.. Cerina Walker.." Though she was nervous around him, that didn't stop her from asking, "What are you called?" Her head canted to the side slightly in a curious gaze.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sethtwo</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 00:02:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"What am I called?" He smiled ever so slightly at that, a faraway look in his eyes. "I'm called many things. Angel. Divinity. Judge." He smiled again, his attention returning to her. "You may call me Kaiven." He nodded, shrugging his shoulders lightly to get used to the temporary loss of his wings. As he noticed her chill, he snapped his fingers with a strange sound, and a rich, warm cloak lined with the finest materials appeared in his hand.<br><br>He wrapped the garment around her shoulders in lieu of his wing and then nodded again, apparently satisfied. He paused outside one of the houses they passed and smiled slowly, murmuring to himself, "One day soon...He will weigh your flesh, pound for pound...old friend." He shook his head and caught up with her quickly once they reached her modest home.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seraph</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 00:42:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				By the time they reached her place, the sun had gone down. While not quite as far out as Xerion's home was, hers was still not considered to be in town. She had been grateful for the warmth of the cloak&nbsp; and had thanked him profusely for it. The house was dark when they reached it and she pulled the little wagon up close to the door, pausing to gather a load of the wood to bring inside with her. "You're welcome in for something to eat, if you like. Watch your step at the door here, there's a loose floorboard."<br><br>She was a bit young to be living alone, but when she got the fire stoked in the fireplace, it was obvious that it was just her living there. The place was neat and tidy, with a pair of rocking chairs by the fireplace. The kitchen was small but cozy, with a dining table and three chairs. The living room and kitchen were one big room, with a doorway to either end of the room. Her pot of stew sat on the stove, still warm but no longer hot thanks to her detour. "I only have stew tonight, and some bread, but I've been told I'm a good enough cook."<br><br>She took the cape that he had given her off and handed it to him with a smile. "Thank you again for the use of this cloak. I have never worn anything so fine before."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sethtwo</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 14:34:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kaiven hmmed for a moment, and then he nodded. "Stew sounds wonderful." He carefully stepped over the loose floorboard and entered the house, casting a glance around the modest space before he noticed the stew. With a snap of his fingers, the stew became hot again and even dished itself up into two dishes.<br><br>When she attempted to return the cloak, he shook his head. "A gift. Payment for all you've done." He led her to the table and then took a seat himself, waiting for the stew to be dished up for them. He watched her silently as though trying to determine something, before he leaned back and reclined against the chair. "I don't suppose you know of a place to stay, do you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seraph</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 15:47:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sight of the stew dishing itself up caused her to stop and stare in wonder. She had seen magic worked before, but only in the most frugal sense. Magic was very difficult for humans to do and it was used only for important matters.. To have something as trivial as this done with magic made her feel spoiled.<br><br>She hung the cloak up on a peg near the door, pausing to stroke her hand across the fine material before joining him at the table. She nearly felt like a little kid again, waiting on dinner to be served up by her mother. Of course, Kaiven wasn't exactly the motherly type. She snuck a look at him as he settled himself into a chair, and though he seemed much older than her, she found him attractive. She knew better than to judge an angels age by their looks. Angels had been around since the dawn of time. He could look as old or as young as he wanted to.<br><br>"It feels weird having magic used so freely.." The two bowls were floating above the stew pot while a ladle filled each over carefully. His words drew her attention away from the scenario, and she smiled a little. Was today her lucky day? Meeting an angel at all was a sign of good fortune, but to possibly have one stay in her home would certainly bring many blessings.<br><br>"If you like, you can stay here. I have a spare bedroom... I'd need to clean it up a bit though. It hasn't been used in a couple years." A touch of sadness colored her words and showed in her eyes as she spoke. Since her father had died, she rarely went into that room for anything. She missed her parents, but that grief was hard to deal with sometimes. "How long do you need a place to stay?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sethtwo</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 21:17:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"As long as necessary." He takes his bowl of stew and takes a bite before nodding and smiling ever so slightly. "This is good." He took another few bites of the stew before taking a piece of bread and dipping it into the stew. "Tell me, Ceresa, what do you do to support yourself?"<br><br>He finished his stew quickly and returned his bowl to the sink before he glanced around. "I will be retiring for the night soon, so if you'd like, I will help you clear the room to make it easier for you to take care of." He remained standing as he waited for her to finish eating and then rise. Almost as an afterthought, he murmured something to himself and his wings reappeared.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seraph</strong> on <strong>26-01-2011, 21:58:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Most sensible people would balk at having a stranger stay at their home. One never knew what type of person a stranger was. They could be sweet and kind, or they could be murderers and theives. Being an angel, a Godchild as her people called them, he had a measure of trust simply by being who he was. But even the idea of having a Godchild looking over ones shoulder every day would cause most people to balk.<br><br>Cerena saw this as an opportunity. It was an opportunity to have company. She wouldn't be so lonely. She would have someone to talk to. She gave Kaiven a small smile as he praised her cooking. "Thank you, it was my mother's recipe." She ate her stew slowly, savoring it and watching him still. His question brought a small shrug from her bare shoulders and she smiled. "I sew. I sell the clothes through the general store in town. It's enough money to get by on. I have a vegetable garden, a cow, some chickens.. It's enough. It would be easier if I knew how to hunt."<br><br>She rose when he did, done with her food, and gathered both of their bowls, carrying them into the kitchen. "Yes, the room isn't terribly cluttered. But it hasn't been used in six months or so. Since my Pa died." She said no more, fetching a lamp which she lit with a match, then carried to the door set in the west wall of the home. She hesitated before opening it, then took a steady breath and pushed the door open.<br><br>Light shone in the room, lighting it up and leaving murky shadows. The bed inside was made, ad the room actually looked tidy, save for a fine layer of dust across everything. There was a dresser across from the bed, a large mirror bolted onto the back of it. On the dresser was a framed sketch of a man and a woman. He was standing behind her, his arms draped over her shoulders and his cheek was resting on the top of her head. They looked very much in love. The man seemed to be wearing a sash in the drawing, but the details on it were faded and vague. Sitting next to the picture was a small book bound in plain gray leather with scales embossed on the front in silver. It was just as dusty as everything else, having been untouched since it's owners death. There was a bookmark in it.<br><br>A rocking chair took up one corner of the room, and the bed had a night stand to either side. On the whole, it was a cozy room. "I really just out to change the bedding. It's likely to be dusty. And I'd hate if there were bedbugs or something. I would be horrified. You can just wait if you like. It won't take me very long."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sethtwo</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 04:54:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kaiven paused outside the room as he watched her go about changing the bedsheets and tidying up a little. Using that as an excuse, he glanced briefly around the room that was to be his and nearly swore. The book was the first thing he noticed, and he knew those colors and symbols far too well. When his gaze fell on the picture on the dresser, he bit his lip to keep from saying something. He knew that face. Too well.<br><br>He could not recall the man's name, but he had been a cleric of Skaoi and had been the first of such that Kaiven had taken vengeance against. He'd never forget the look on the man's face, nor the begging the man did to spare his life. He'd mentioned having a young daughter to care for, but such pleas meant nothing to the Renegade on his mission.<br><br>And now to find out that that daughter was the one offering him shelter...it gave him pause. He knew the Pantheon was fond of coincidences, but this one took the cake. With a slow sigh, he stepped into the room once she was finished and without a word, shut the door in her face. The picture was turned down on the dresser, and the book was hidden away in the closet.<br><br>He moved to the bed and snapped his fingers, allowing his wings to reappear as he laid down and closed his eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seraph</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 05:49:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cerena gathered up the old bedding and stepped outside the bedroom then paused, half turning to ask him a question, only to find the door shut in her face. A look of frustration flickered over her features before settling into a scowl and she had to fight the urge to kick the door. "Gods.. What an ass.." Unladylike words, but they were out before she could stop herself.<br><br>She winced a little in chagrin as though expecting a bolt from the heavens to strike her down for speaking so crudely about an angel. Nothing happened and she turned from the door, dumping the sheets off by the washtub. The little house was as empty as it had ever been now, and she sighed softly before putting out the lights and retiring to her bedroom.<br><br>She slept in a simple shift of white, sleeveless linen. Once she crawled in bed, she was asleep almost instantly. It had been a long day and she needed her rest. Tomorrow she would be staying in to work on her sewing. Hopefully the Godchild wouldn't get in the way. As surly as he was by the evening, she honestly hoped he woke up in a better mood tomorrow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sethtwo</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 06:00:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kaiven closed his eyes and sighed softly. With a wave of his hand, he placed a locking spell on the door, just to be safe before he removed his clothing and crawled into bed, naked save for his wings. As he took several, slow deep breaths, he felt himself slipping slowly off to sleep, and he soon was sleeping, though not necessarily peacefully. His dreams soon took shape, and it was one he'd had before.<br><br>-------<br><br><em>"Come on! Xerion already said the gods are meeting today and we've nothing that needs to be done today." Ixa smiled broadly at the angelic woman standing next to him and slipped an arm around her waist. "Besides, my love, I've something to show you. Assuming Xerion isn't going to interrupt." Despite being a servant of a different deity, the three of them had become fast friends, mostly because Ixa and Xerion were both Firstborn, and it didn't take long for the Angel of Healing to see how important his friend's mate was to him.<br><br>Without waiting for an answer, he tugged lightly on her hand, a broad smile on his face. "We're going to go flying, there's something I want to show you." He slipped his arms around her waist and leaned in to gently nuzzle her neck, his lips searing a path over her throat as he did so. "Now, close your eyes." His voice was soft, the First Tongue coming naturally as he spoke.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seraph</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 07:06:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Syleni had a hard time chasing away the worry, despite Ixa's reassurances. "Yes, but what if they call for us and we are not here?" The First Tongue, the language of the heavens, was something that she had been slow to remember after her creation, but now it came naturally to her tongue. <br><br>She leaned against his side, smiling up at him as he slipped his arm around her waist. She let her fingers lace with his, holding his hand gently as she laughed. The laugh was a soft melody of amusement that brought sparkles to her happy eyes and she shook her head slightly at him. "Sarn'ke'lil," she chided gently, brushing a kiss along his cheek as she did so, "What is it you have to show me that can not be summoned up in image or in reality?"<br><br>She resisted his desire to take her elsewhere, though she did not resist his lips as he pulled her closer to nuzzle at her neck. He knew her weaknesses so well. Her hands rested lightly around his hips and she made a soft whimper of pleasure as the nuzzling turned into heated kisses. "Ixa.." She breathed his name with a sigh of desire and exasperation, finally closing her eyes as he asked.<br><br>"Fine. Fine. You win, my Love." Her smile was bright as she stood there in his embrace, eyes closed and cheeks flushed faintly in desire. Through the thin fabric of her tunic, her nipples were hard and visible. "Show me what you wish to show me while you have me wrapped around your little finger, you conniver." Her words were coated with warmth and love as she spoke, and she made no effort to pull out of his arms.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sethtwo</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 07:14:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Ixa laughed quietly and murmured, "Sarn'ke'lil..." in that same teasing tone before he smiled broadly and stepped away from her to spread his wings. Her stiff nipples did not go unnoticed, but he knew that making love would have to wait. This was something she truly needed to see. "I promise, Syleni, when you see this, you will understand."<br><br>He rose into the air, waiting for her to join him before he took her hand and led her through the air, a destination in mind as they flew higher and higher, fading into the mortal world with her as they seemed to ascend higher and higher. In the distance, a large mountain peak grew visible, looming larger and larger as they approached. He squeezed her hand gently as he took her to a small cave near the peak, just large enough for two people to share comfortably. A bed and blankets, a desk and a small, magically placed shower decorated the room. "Welcome, my love...to Tele Menor. You can see all of creation from here, and none but the angels could ever hope to reach this place." Tele Menor, Angel's Rest.<br><br>"The gods gave us, the Firstborn, the ability to create one place away from their eyes. It was Xerion's idea to use this peak, since it's the highest in the world. And so we built Tele Menor by hand and by magic. I spent many nights here, admiring the view, before I met you. And how could I not share this place with my heart, my love, my sarn'ke'lil?"</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seraph</strong> on <strong>16-02-2011, 07:58:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>The long flight was enough to cool the passion that her life mate had kindled so easily in her, and when they landed she was in control of herself once more. <br><br>The little cave was something that, despite being crude at first glance, had an air of comfort to it. She entered the dwelling, looking around appreciatively, then turned, catching the view from the entrance as she looked past Ixa. Her breath caught in her throat and she stepped to the edge of the entrance, gazing down with a smile.<br><br>"This place truly is special.. Xerion doesn't mind you bringing me here?" Xerion had been someone she liked immediately. He was a kind man, fun to be around. When he and Ixa got together, Syleni found herself laughing often.<br><br>She held her hand out to Ixa, letting her fingers twine with his own as she stood beside him. Her head rested on his shoulder and the smile on her lips was one of content joy. "I love you so much, dear heart."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sethtwo</strong> on <strong>20-02-2011, 23:01:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>"Tele Menor belongs to us all, my love. Xerion simply chose the location." He smiled slowly, stroking her hair as he took a seat at the edge of the cliff, settling her into his lap. He was not worried about being too close to the edge, nor about having his soulmate so close to the cliff's edge either. Wings were, after all, a wonderful thing. He smiled slowly and squeezed her gently around the middle as he rested his chin on her shoulder, his gaze moving over the view. "I have tried so many times before to express what is in my heart, Syleni...and this, I think, comes closest. I would do anything in this world for you, even were it to jump from this cliff." He smiled again as he kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear.<br><br>"I wish that...there were words, even in the First Tongue, to truly make you understand just what you do to me, how you make me feel. This place, Tele Menor...this is the closest thing we'll ever have to a place of our own. The gods will find us when they need us, but for now..." He trailed off, kissing behind her ear again as his hands rose to cover the swells of her breasts. "For now, sarn'ke'lil, all that matters is that you are here with me. It's just you, me, and all of Creation to bear witness to how much I love you."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Seraph</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 01:34:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Syleni made herself comfortable in his lap, leaning back into his strong embrace comfortably. It never failed to amaze her how safe she felt when she was with him. Nowhere was safer, not even in the presence of their god. She made a pleased sound as his lips pressed kisses just behind her ear and she turned slightly in his lap so she could look him in the eye, pleasure evident on her face. <br><br>"Words would never express it completely, my Love. Your actions speak loudest. I know how much you love me, and I love you just as much. Maybe more." There was a twinkle of amusement showing in her eyes as she tenderly kissed his lips, lifting one hand gently to cup his cheek. She left her lips close to his as she added in a hushed whisper, so faint it could barely be heard, "You are the most important thing in creation to me.. You are even more important than our Lord." She did not speak the gods name, for fear of drawing his attention. Such blaspheme would likely be punished heavily.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Love, Loss, Vengeance [SethtwoXSeraph]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sethtwo</strong> on <strong>08-03-2011, 15:30:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Her words made Ixa pause, a light frown of concern crossing his features. He knew she was not lying, it was impossible to lie when speaking the First Tongue. Still, that she would place him above their Lord Skaoi made him worry. The Pantheon had given their angels the ability to love with the understanding that the gods would always come first. He didn't say anything, however, holding her tighter as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "You've always been more important then anything else, Syleni."<br><br>It was only the magic and the agreements placed over Tele Menor that kept those statements from inviting destruction, but this was the one place angels could act without fear of being watched, and Ixa knew he might never get another chance to truly express himself. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words never came. Instead, he lightly caressed her hips as he leaned in and nibbled on the nape of his lover's neck. "Syleni..." His voice was soft, a lover's caress as he continued to explore the familiar curves of her body.<br><br>"I love you, Syleni. Let me prove it to you."</em>
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