The Essence of Night [Izabella & Dream]
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				Title: <strong>The Essence of Night [Izabella &amp; Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izabella</strong> on <strong>09-03-2013, 04:20:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://roleplayerguild.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=51053&amp;d=1362625999)<br></div>Resilience to existence slipped from her grasp, a laugh on the wind pressing against her dulled nerve endings as the acquiesce of remembrance. The air stilled around her, her long chestnuts locks continuing to dance without propellant, her skin almost electric with life, much to her displeasure. She balanced precariously high above the earth, the top floor of the large building that looked out onto the city that existed just outside of her homelands. The people living a life she never wanted. Her long fingers wrapped around the sharped claws of a bird-like gargoyle, her body molded to mimic him in a squat, feet pressed to his billowing wings that were frozen forever in time. <br><br>Long black strands of silk floated about her, alabaster skin showing from all angles from her waist down, a strip covering each breast in a V shape as it wrapped around her back and moved in tandem with the skirt. Her shoes were lost to her, never a fan of human comfort, her hair clashing against the colors of night sky. The thick brown waves framed her petite features and rolling down her bare back. Gold hues circled tightly around the burnt orange of her iris, her head bowed, eyes closed.<br><br>“I know you’re watching.” She whispered to no one and yet the only one she wanted to receive the pain that laced her voice. <br><br>“Why do you sulk, my daughter?” His voice was void of emotion, his care lost to duty many millennia ago. <br><br>Bitterness bled through her very pores and poisoned the ether as she growled at him. “Leave me and I shall be home shortly. Is it not enough that I should be forced to rule a people I don’t believe should exist, but now you are asking me to fight an enemy that was designed by the God of the skies to tear me limb from limb. Go away.”<br><br>Marcus sighed, but left his daughter, his own body moving high above the trees as he moved back to be with his people. She would have to grow up enough to realize that she would rule and she would fight and neither was up for discussion. Fate had chosen her as his only child and he would stand for nothing less than her obedience. The coven needed to know that she was as brilliant, cunning and most of all – strong – as he where the wolves were concerned. <br><br>Lillian’s head slowly tilted back, strands of hair spreading and sliding along her cheekbones. The slopping line of her throat to her breasts exposed to the Gods that had forgotten their creation just beyond its commencement. Her eyes opened as the moon spread its pseudo warmth across the planes of her body, her leg muscles clenching as she released her grasp on the statue and slowly rose to her full height. The wind pressed against her, pulling at her to find release in the nothingness below. <br><br>Memories of a time when she held emotion played across her brow, her long shapely arms moving so very slowly, so practiced to wrap around her torso.&nbsp; Fingers curved over her defined shoulders, skin so very soft and yet she felt nothing. Her lips parted again, the trace of emotion lost in time. <br><br>She pressed her cheek against her hand, rubbing softly as if to give, or was it receive, comfort that never existed for those of her kind.&nbsp; She stared deep into the sky, her vision allowing her to press against the edge of the atmosphere, but not deep enough to see the bastard that called her eternity into existence.<br><br><br>She let her extended hand fall, turning and walking without effort along the extension of the building, dropping to the balcony and moving to stand outside one of the hotel bedrooms. She could smell him long before her eyes laid upon him, an effortless growl pressing against her razor sharp canines. The doors opened before her and she moved in as he stood near the fire, his back to her, strong hands clasped just behind his back.<br><br>Deep groves set along his back and disappeared below his slacks, his shirt and shoes removed. He turned at the sound of her and she stopped just in front of him, moving before he realized she was beside the door one moment and looking up to him the next, her hand on his chest, the other playing with the waistband of his pants, fingers dipping in to touch the tight skin of his hip. The stranger expected no one and yet was taken by the beautiful young woman. <br><br>He jolted and laughed nervously, his sea-green eyes wide with fear and then awe. “D-Do I know you? My wife will be back soon… what on earth are you doing?” <br><br>He breathed out as she pressed herself in tight, her dress leaving little to the imagination, her cold skin a frightening reality to his fiery hot. She reached up and brought his face to hers, forehead to forehead – licking her lips, the back of her tongue swiping across his own mouth as he shivered. His mind went numb, slipping under her control for a moment in time. <br><br>“Good God you’re beautiful…” He mumbled as he wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her as tightly as he could, molding her softness to the hardness he provided. She kissed him, her fingers pressing along his hairline, the smell of his blood beating against her desire to lick him off the floor. She moved back as he protested. She touched his full lips, her fingers rubbing softly back and forth as she bit as her own lip. <br><br>“Shhhhhh don’t speak unless I tell you to.” <br><br>He nodded and let his arms drop as she moved around him slowly, stopping just behind him and pulling the small strings at the top of her shoulders, the dark silk falling, leaving her bare. Lillian stepped up and slid her arms around his waist, pressing her full breasts to his taunt back, kissing the top of his spine and slowly dragging her lips down to where his pants started, leaving her naked – and on her knees.<br><br>“Turn around slowly and lift your hands to the heavens. If you pray… you need to begin now, my love. Time is of the essence.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Essence of Night [Izabella &amp; Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DreamlandDenizen</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 00:29:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs38/i/2008/362/9/9/do_i_know_you_by_janati.jpg)</div>The crescent moon poured it’s dim light over the night’s skies. It washed the city in grey hues, saving the stretches of street and alleyway between the lamp posts from total darkness. The moonlight also soaked the woods nearby; thin ribbons dripped through the foliage that adorned the redwood trees. Most of the rays ended their journey on the dirt and grass of the forest floor, but a deliberate few broke against Rael’s bare skin. <br><br>The moonlight spoke to him. The rays whispered in his ear like a siren to a sailor. The Moon Goddess’s soft voice was easy to hear in the stillness of the night. It was telling him that -- while his journey was over -- his trails had only just begun; he had yet to truly prove himself as a servant. Until recently it wasn't often that he or his pack heard the voice of the Moon Goddess. It started a month ago, when she spoke to them and told them to start traveling north, they obeyed without question.&nbsp; It had been the moonlight that led the Kairo pack on a trek through the woodlands, across the highlands, over plains, into the Aatto pack's territory, and finally here to a large multilevel cabin that sat at the edge of a small clearing.<br><br>The two packs – minus their Alphas – stood on opposite ends of the clearing.&nbsp; Rael stood a step or two in front of his family, still as stone despite the chill of the night. It was clear by his position, his regal posture, and the air about him that he was claiming the title of interim Alpha while his father was away.<br><br>There had never been two groups of werewolves that looked more different. The Kairo pack was weary, dirty and bruised from their journey. The sun of their homelands had painted their skin a deep olive. Their hair, usually cropped short, had grown into wild, messy, shoulder length tangles. On the opposite side of the clearing there was hardly a strand of hair out of place; it was all neatly braided or lying flat. The Aatto pack wore fine, intricately decorated hide clothing and had large fur cloaks resting on their shoulders to protect against the cold. What sparse clothes the Kairo pack wore were tattered, torn, and stained beyond repair; one or two among them were stark naked. <br><br>Everyone in the clearing stood there in silence. Some looked across at the opposite pack and some stared off into space, or at the ground, as they waited.<br><br>There was one person in particular that caught Rael’s attention. It was a young woman wearing a fur that wasn't of any animal he'd seen before. It was the darkest possible black. The moonlight seemed to collect in the fibers and run down them like morning dew. The fur shifted slightly in the breeze along with her long black hair which looked dull by comparison. The girl was firmly under the arm of a guy with a long ugly scar running down the right side of his face. Rael wonder exactly what breed of monster might have given him that.<br>&nbsp;<br>After the girl’s eyes rose and met his, Rael let a small smile break his otherwise cold and hard facade. She responded by returning it for the briefest moment before turning her head and looking off into the woods. It seemed the man with the scar had managed to pick up on the little exchange because immediately his eyes narrowed on Rael. He unwrapped his arm from around the girl, and started to march across the small expanse of grass between them. Rael started forward as well. <br><br>All around the clearing, members of both packs perked up a bit at this interesting development.<br><br>The two men stopped not one pace away from each other, roughly in the middle of the clearing. Rael’s jaw clenched tight and he started shifting his weight from left to right. He had the strong urge -- the instinct -- to fight and it was making him restless. But the scarred man hesitated for a moment. His brow furrowed in thought as if something odd had just come to his attention. He drew in a short, sharp breath through his nostrils and then huffed it out again. Rael felt he knew where this was about to go, and the first embers of real anger started swirling within him.<br><br>"You reek," Scar said, breaking a silence that had been sitting in the clearing for what felt like an hour. Scar sniffed in another breath, this time much longer, much deeper; this time coaxing flame from Rael’s embers. Scar thought on it for a moment and then shared his analysis: "You smell like… <em>a human</em>.” He snorted deeply, turned his head, and spat out a glob of mucus as if to rid himself of the tainted air. "You're a fucking mutt!"<br><br>As if all on its own, a faint, low rumbling started to emanate from the base of Rael’s throat: his rage manifesting itself in an audible form. Not to be out done, Scar started a growl as well. Their feral warnings to each other both took turns elevating in volume, as they inched closer to each other. Soon Rael's growl reached a level that his adversary couldn’t match. The sound coming from his depths was the rumble of a raging thunder storm rolling over the night's sky. Scar must have been intimidated because he had his growl involuntarily rise in pitch, turning into more of a whimper, before cutting off. <br><br>There were some hushed whispers and giggles from the other Aatto pack members and loud hearty chuckles from the men and women behind Rael. “Don’t worry Son,” Rael heard his uncle Ellis call out across the clearing, between guffaws. “It happens to us all, sometimes.”<br><br>Scar’s enraged gazed darted between the Kairo members for a moment and then focused again on the interim Alpha. Over the next few seconds it seemed the rage bled out of him, lost to the cold of the nights air. When he was calm again he stretched out a welcoming hand towards Rael. Rael inspected it skeptically, but then finally reached out and grabbed it.<br><br>Scar clutched his hand tightly – more tightly than was called for -- and pulled him closer. He whispered “I doubt your bite is as bad as your bark” into his ear, spite dripping from ever vowel.<br><br>“Oh, you’d better hope not,” Rael responded in kind, tightening his grip on the other’s hand.<br><br>“I'm quite sure actually. The Goddess gives us our strength,” As he spoke his grip got tighter and tighter. Rael couldn't match it. He winced as his knuckles started to pop out of place and he lost the ability to squeeze back all together. “And the Goddess hates halfbreeds.”<br><br>When he’d had enough, Rael smashed Scar in the face with the elbow of his free arm. The next moment two snarling wolves were circling each other where the two men once stood. Their hot breath steamed the cold air between them, as if the fires of rage burning within each of them were literal.<br><br>“Stop this!” commanded a strained voice.<br><br>Both Alphas had finally emerged from the cabin. Aatto’s was the one who had spoken. He looked weak; his face was pale and he walked slowly. "Hear me brothers, sisters,” he continued raising up a hand, calling for attention. “This pack -- the Kairo -- has come a long way, following the whispers of the moon. I've spoken to their Alpha and I believe their purpose here is to join us and help us with our… little problem."<br><br>"But look at them...,” Scar hissed, suddenly a man again. “they're mutts! Heathens! They’ve bred with humans and they’re weak! They have no favor with the Goddess!" <br><br>"Maybe they don’t but we do have Her favor," he replied, making his way towards the center of the clearing, "and they are our gift from Her. In this time of struggle no gift can be turned down. Our packs will become one. The deal has been struck; the deed has been done. All that is left is their formal display of Submission to me."<br><br>The Act of Submission was universal to all packs. It was to kneel before your Alpha and touch your forehead to the ground before him. Under the instruction of Daron -- Kairo's Alpha and Rael's father -- all the members of Kairo did this. One by one they left their pack and joined the other. Submitting to a strange Alpha was against every instinct a wolf could ever have. Rael would never have done it if not for the stern look on his father’s face, and the whispers of the moonlight urging him on. Be it blasphemy or not, it was the former not the latter that swayed him the most. <br><br>He walked over to Aatto’s Alpha, who now had an especially smug Scar standing near him. Rael lowered himself to his knees and braced his hands shoulder length apart just in front of the Alpha’s feet. Just as he started his descent, Scar kicked a wave of dust into his face, drawing a reprimanding glance form his Alpha and some rumbles from the others. Rael remained keeled, doubled over, there for a moment; his fingernails dug deep into the dirt of the earth and his teeth ground fiercely against each other. His chest rose and fell furiously and his heart thumped angrily spurring him on. <em>“You will have your pride back before the night passes,”</em> the moonlight promised him. <em>“But for now be faithful. Submit, my son.” </em><br><br>His nails dug deeper. <br><br>“Submit, damnit,” his father barked. <br><br>It took every ounce of restraint in his body to finally touch his head to the ground instead of transforming again and going for blood.<br><br>Daron was the last to Submit. It was hard for Rael to watch. When it had been done he felt like the father he knew died there at Alpha’s feet and the man who rose back up was someone entirely different.<br><br>The Kairo pack was no more.<br><br>“Good,” Alpha said. “There is one more order of business. A pack is more than just a group of wolves working together. A pack must be family. A pack must of one blood. In exchange for your help and your submission, new brothers and new sisters, I have promised Rael, the son of Daron, the hand of my daughter.” He gestured to the girl draped in the beautiful black fur. “If she will have him.”<br><br>Immediately Scar exploded in anger. “Alpha!?” he barked, defiant.<br><br>“Quiet!” Alpha growled. He turned back to his daughter and waited for her response.<br><br>“If it’s what you want Alpha,” the girl said. “I will have him, gladly.”<br><br>That was just a formality, much like the Act of Submission. As Alpha had said, the deal had been struck. The deed was done. No doubt his word had been given back in the cabin and any wolf's word was worth more to him than his life -- especially if that wolf was an Alpha. The girl had no choice in the matter. It could not be taken back now.<br><br>She walked over to the side of the clearing where the former Kairo members were collected and stood before Rael. Both she and Alpha were looking at him awaiting his response. She looked like a perfectly fine mate and he had no more choice in the matter than she did, but because Scar was looking on furiously, he decided it wouldn't hurt to give her a closer once over before actually agreeing to the arrangement.<br><br>He carefully removed the fur from her shoulders for surely that would be in the way. He tossed it back to one of his cousins for safe keeping. The hide her clothes were made of was very tight and stretchy and did a good job of showing off her form. He looked at the outline of her breast; they were ample and perky as expected for a girl her age. He turned her around and considered the swell of her rear end and the curve of her thighs. Satisfactory he supposed… not that it mattered; he was just enjoying his glances at Scar, who looked on the brink of emotional breakdown.<br><br>He turned the girl around to face him again and the told her softly: “Take off your top.” <br><br>Her eyes widened some in surprise at this, at first, but when his expression didn’t yield she did as she was told.<br><br>“Alpha!” Scar shouted again as Rael took the girl’s top and tossed it back to another cousin. “This is MADNESS!”<br><br>“We’ll work on merging our traditions later,” Alpha said. “but for now, if this is theirs, we shall honor it.”<br><br>She stood very close to him so that the others in the clearing wouldn’t see her. He ran his hands along her sides, starting at her hips going upwards, ending cupping her breasts. He could feel himself swelling in his shorts. It seemed they were compatible enough.<br><br>“Do you approve of me or not?” she demanded.<br><br>He pulled her in closer, pressing her against himself, so she could feel the answer to that question herself. <br><br>“Well then just accept me now. Please.”<br><br>“There’s one more order of business,” he said. He gripped her shoulder firmly and forced her down to her knees. “Your formal submission.” <br><br>Alpha was visibly angry as his daughter grudgingly followed the commands of her new mate and pulled down his shorts.<br><br>The entire time, Rael kept eye contact with Scar and the entire time it took three men to hold Scar back. Scar changed from human to wolf to everything in between, shouting, snarling, barking, and growling in protest. Eventually Rael’s torso expanded as he sucked in all the air his lungs could hold. He threw back his head and howled at the moon, drowning out all the other noise in the clearing, causing the very trees to tremble. Every bird in a half mile radius abandoned its nests and took to the skies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Essence of Night [Izabella &amp; Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Izabella</strong> on <strong>11-03-2013, 07:40:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/1206735-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><br>He complied, the rush of his breath expelling into the air around him only pulling her attention from the rushing of his heart as it pressed blood deep into life veins that cried for her penetration. She licked her lips as he finished the slow presentation of sorts for her, her hands reaching up above her bent body, as if worshiping him as a God. Palms pressed to his pectorals, nails pressing into his skin a little, she began a show descent, allowing her fingers to trace the contours of his muscular form, a soft kiss pressed to the outline of his pulsating erection through his pants.<br><br>She reached the top of his slacks and bent her fingers, sliding them into his pants, the back of her digits languidly rubbing the curls of hair that nestled him, her smile widening a little as he started to hyperventilate. She tilted her head to the right, her long chestnut hair draping across her right shoulder, the only coverage she had against her nakedness. Lillian leaned forward and clamped her teeth carefully around his girth, tugging a little on his manhood while she growled, her fingers still moving in a manner that had the poor man shivering. <br><br>“Oh fuck… oh God yes, please take it in your mouth, baby…” He growled and reached down to fumble with the button and zipper on his slacks as Lillian moved back, her bare ass resting on her heel, wiggling just a little to feel it press against her tightness. She laughed softly at him, his need so great, but nothing compared to hers. He finished, reaching for his cock and stroking it one good time as he looked down at her, the ignorance of his humanity not allowing him to remember that they were strangers but a moment ago.<br><br>She nodded at him, her hands sliding under her breasts and cupping them, squeezing a little and pulling herself as he groaned and stroked himself again. Rarely did she play with her food, but the occasion was seemingly arousing and her demeanor needed bolstering if only for this moment in time. He reached forward and grabbed her hair in an effort to pull her toward him – but she moved not an inch. His brow furrowed a bit in confusion as he took a step back, her petite albeit feminine figure should’ve jerked forward with his efforts and yet… nothing.<br><br>She opened her legs, her body spread for his view as her gaze stuck on his. She lifted her hand to lock all doors in the room and ran her tongue down one of her canines, blood welling on the pink tip. She painted her lips in it, dipping her fingers into her mouth and coating them with the colors of life, dragging her fingers down to paint a line just between her breast, down her taunt stomach and stopping above her bare womanhood, watching him.<br><br>He was beyond words, his sense of self-preservation telling him to run fast and never look back, but the naked vixen on the floor that he’d give his life to touch again, to taste – to fuck beckoned him stay. He took a few steps back, his movements uncoordinated and less than attractive, his large cock bouncing up and down with need, eyes wide, sweat collecting on his brow and upper lip. He reached up and wiped his mouth, his other hand covering his heart.<br><br>“Tell me to do it, lover…” she whispered, a demonic smile on her lips, eyes hooded, evil pouring from her very being.<br><br>“Do it. I need you to.” He nodded and slipped his fingers in his mouth, sucking them hard as she nodded, sliding the bloody fingers between her lips, arching her hips as if greedy to have something penetrate her tightness. She reached back and pressed her other hand to the ground just behind her, balanced on her knees, her back arched as the sounds of wet masturbation filled the room, his eyes missing nothing as he began to follow her movements, a tentative step forward the resounding effect. <br><br>The smell of fear and arousal was almost overwhelming as she removed her fingers from herself, dragging them oh so slowly back up and sucking on them as he continued to lick at his. <br><br>“Can you taste me?” She breathed and the air carried her words as he nodded, eating at his fingers, biting and tearing at the flesh where softness once existed. The pungent flavor of his blood filled the room and she growled, moving to her hands and knees, her full breasts hanging below her, locks of milk chocolate hair streaming around her as fangs extended. She crawled slowly toward him as he removed his fingers from his mouth, tears streaming down his face, unable to move or scream as his end beckoned him.<br><br>The sound of his beloved beating at the door did nothing but fuel the monster that crawled toward him. She laughed and the sound of it surrounded him, tugging at his heart to beat faster, to end this torture in any way possible. She moved from the ground to standing before him before he could take another breath, her wet fingers touching his beautiful mouth. <br><br>“Do you want to die?” She asked as he murmured yes, the horror in his gaze screaming in a resistance that didn’t belong in their midst, in this scenario and yet resided perfectly. She leaned it, pressing a kiss to his light pink nipple before sinking her teeth in deep and pulling, the warmth of him seeping into her belly. She reached down and pulled hard on his cock, as he moaned, the sound like echoes from the grave of a life well lived. <br><br>Small bites down his chest and torso left him quivering, covered in sweat. Her eyes were fully dilated, teeth extended as his strong hands swept through her hair, blood coating each strand as he whimpered in pain. <br><br>“What are you?” He whispered as he looked down at her.<br><br>“Deliverance.” She pressed her lips to the inside of his thigh, softly rubbing her cheek along his length before opening her jaw, long teeth extended further and sinking into the meat of his leg so deeply. The beautiful creature above her moaned over and over until his weight became too much and he crumpled to the ground. She moved with him, her hands locked around his hips, fingers digging into the soft meat of his taunt ass, drinking deeply. The screams from the door caused her body to weep with needs that required something much stronger than a human. <br><br>She finished as he exhaled for the last time, her movements strong and without compassion as she slung him across the room, his dead weight hitting the door where the incessant noise resounded, terror fueling the players on the other side of the room. She laughed, her body stained with blood, movements purposefully slow as she twirled in place, head tilted to the ceiling, eyes closed, tongue licking at her mouth and the tainted air around her. <br><br>Once his particles merged with her own, she moved toward the balcony, walking through the glass as it tore and cut her skin, adding to the carnage and making a mark on her alabaster skin. The breath-taking palate that wore her resemblance only scarred for a moment. She pushed off and ascended to the heavens, releasing the doors that blocked the young man’s wife and those willing to help her. The woman’s screams filled the night and Lillian found joy in that moment like she hadn’t in the span of forevers. <br><br>Sin coated her skin like a new coat, wrapping her tightly in the desire for a real fight, for finding that thing or person that could push her to the brinks of reality and hang her over the edge – precariously dangling. Someone with carnality and power, with strength and hate. To feel fear and desire wrapped so tightly together would be… ecstasy. <br><br>She moaned as she moved through the sky, her body twirling and twisting, hair coating her form lovingly. She jolted high in the night sky, the smell of earth and sweat, sex and fear tugged at her. She moved to the edge of her father’s land, a large pack of wolves commencing in a ceremony of sorts. She was careful in her landing, her body graceful as it blended with the large pine tree she nestled in. Power rushed through the night as the wolves vied for its embrace, her heart starting to race at the scene before her. <br><br>A male of worth took what he wanted and disregarded those around, his body filled with desire and yet those around him grew anxious and filled with angst. She dipped down in the tree a little to get a better look at him, his face sculpted in pleasure as a female wolf too her time on him, the girl a bit upset it would seem. Her eyes touched his and she was unaware of his ability to see her or if his strong stare was meant for another. A smile touched her beautiful mouth, a bloody mess she was and yet, the elegance and beauty she exuded was enough for any man or beast to want to press deeply against. <br><br>“I want him…” She whispered as she moved across the planes of his strong body, carnal thoughts sweeping her into places she’d not visited since her youth. The pull of razor sharp claws plunging deep into her shoulders and pulling her up into the atmosphere again woke her from her slumber, a scream dying on her tongue. Her father had sent his pets to gather her and was obviously less than pleased.<br><br><em>Good… I need to release these emotions. </em><br><br>She relaxed into the pain, letting it fuel her thoughts of sex, blood and the hands of a filthy beast taking from her what he wanted and for the first time in her too long existence… her not having the ability to stop him.&nbsp; <br>
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