Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)
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				Title: <strong>Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 02:47:26</strong>
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				Scarlet and black blood intermingled on the dirt ground, it was the impure blood of the fierce unholy demons, and that of a fallen angel, sent down to help protect the meager human civilization. The final body had at last fallen, the creature's face marred by his own black blood and a large slice of a blade, matching the other wounds that adorned his body. He had looked human for the most part, but his eyes were a bright shade of yellow, like of an angry serpent, and his monstrous hands had no finger nails but sharp claws as jagged as his threatening teeth.<br><br>Seconds after the demon was dead, the body combusted into nothing but dust, leaving small fragments on his bony claws and jaws and the dark armor that had covered him. The forest was silent, minus the ragged breathing of the angel surrounded by dust, struggling to stay concious. <br><br>She had been foolish to walk through this woods by herself, and in result was ambushed and outnumbered, unprepared to fight a horde. Katia was one of the elite, one of Gabriel's trusted defenders, a just and triumphant angel, despite her young age, not even a century old. It was that title she put so much pride in that nearly killed her. Still, to conquer such a group by herself, after being taken by surprise...she would be foolish to say she wasn't lucky to be alive. <br><br>However, her arms dripped with her own blood, her face stained with dirt and raw with scratches. Cuts traveled down her neck, across her chest, and over her arms, staining her heavenly white gown red. Her hands heavily depended on her softly glowing sword, it cut into the earth as she rested on it, her face hidden by a long curtain of disheveled hair. <br><br>Raising her chin, Katia gave a groan of pain as she focused her remaining energy on moving her ivory wings and they in return gave a weak flutter before sending her an unbearable wave of shock. "Damn!" The angel's haggard voice interrupted the peace of the woods and she clenched her face in agony. Digging her sword out of the ground, she dragged her feet, blood staining the path she traveled wretchedly. Going deeper into the woods, trying to navigate her way back to the humans, her body would flinch and shudder with fatigue every step of the way... How did she find her way back to the kingdom's gate for the soldiers? Her mind was an incoherent, foggy mess, trying to remember these important details. Cursing under her breath, Katia tried to keep her vision clear and follow the path, but even now her vision failed her as it blurred in front of her.<br><br>"I just...want to rest." She thought miserably, pausing on the dirt path, her narrows shoulders hunched over. She swerved off the path almost aimlessly and turned to the weeping willow resting on the side of the road. Fatigue finally clouding reason, her arms reached out to grasp the lower tree branch of the shady willow and pulled herself under the leaves of the tree, disappearing under it's shade. Lowering herself and her heavy sword beside the trunk, she rested her head on the rough bark like it was a pillow; her intentions to return to the kingdom, a long trek from her, was far from her mind. Katia knew she couldn't stop traveling in woods like these. However, once she sat she couldn't find the strength to continue, her eyes began to flutter, and the forest finally grew quiet again as her breaths slowed, slipping into unconscious. The girl looked like death, her usually shining appearance (the gift of illuminatia, to help angels identify one another) was a sickly pale color and she was cold to the bone. The rune that faintly glowed behind her right ear did not warn the angels of her predicament; Gabriel did not tell his devoted angels how close to death's embrace they had to wander before any aid came. Perhaps that is why his servants on Earth were so foolish as this young girl. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>28-09-2012, 04:50:59</strong>
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				“Oh what a pretty maiden have we here, <br>Must be the mead, or perhaps the beer.<br>I had slept in the arms of an angels delight, <br>Only to wake next to a beast in the morning light.<br>&nbsp;<br>So sherry and Mary and Deloris too,<br>All as sweet as cabbage stew.<br>So never fear ugly little maid,<br>Because even beer gets a fat woman laid!”<br><br>A voice sang as it moved through the woods. A large wagon filled with goods turned and bumbled down a dirt road. Riding in the seat and leading the large black horse that pulled it was a young looking fellow. His voice was pleasant enough though his words a bit on the vulgar side. Humans always came up with some of the most clever limericks. He chuckled as he finished the song and sighed happily. His eyes looking up at the cloudless sky and enjoying just the simplicity of it all. <br><br>However like most things simple tended to fade rather quickly. When it did it could leave one wondering as to why too. This time it was a scent. Something thick and familiar as his own body. The smell of blood. Of course not just any blood but thick dark impure blood that rose high into the air and wafted after him as if screaming for some sort of justice. Such things however held no true interest for him. There was no revenge to be sought after and so he kept riding. What he came onto next however made him sigh and he was forced to bring his wagon to a stop. All along the ground before him littered about was the remains of what had once been demons. <br><br>“Well… you know what they say.” He whispered as he started to climb down off of his wagon. “One dead mans belongings is another loot.” Giggling almost insanely he wondered over. Leaning down he blinked at the ruminants of armor scattered about. There was a lot of it. All over. A truly harsh battle had taken place here. He nearly jumped when he heard something move behind him. Turning he huffed a breath and sighed. “Dammit Ding you do not need to scare me like that!” He exclaimed to a curious looking large wolf. The beast was missing an ear and had two colored eyes similar to his own. It snorted and came closer to him. Standing up he sighed. <br><br>“What do you make of it Lazarus?” the wolf asked. Though its massive jaw remained closed. Its intelligent eyes glanced about at the massacre. Clearly this was no ordinary wolf. <br><br>“Gee, I wonder, perhaps a battle? I would say the demons lost.” He said carelessly as he kicked a helmet off to the side. Lazarus Dean was a demon, of course one could assume that from his knowledge so far, and the company he kept. He was tall, standing at 6’3” His build appearing long and lean, yet under his clothing one would find him cut and edged as if made of stone. Carved like the old gods of another age and time. His hair was a messy choppy cut of uneven ends and orange tipped at the ends. He to had two different color sets of eyes. If one knew of demons they would know it stood for their ranking. His had once been a rather high rank. Anymore though he could care less about the wars of good and evil. It took to long, to much effort. Humans made things simple. Oh yeah they went to war, but something about the shortness of their battles and the victories felt so much more pleasant to him. As if, they had truly won something. He supposed that was likely an askew point of view. <br><br>“Come on Ding, help me gather these metals, we can use them and sell them later if needed. Demon armor is pretty sturdy, maybe some silly knight can afford it all. Though we will have to find a blacksmith of some kind who can try to work the metal.” That last comment more of an after thought as he lifted a shoulder piece and examined it up close. He heard something and his sharp pointed elf like ear twitched. Turning slowly he saw off ahead of them something white under a massive willow tree. “Hey Ding, keep collecting things. I am moving up ahead a bit.” He stated and what he found moments later was just to good to be true. An angle, a true to the core lovely angel. Oh, this was just to much! He nearly squealed like a little school girl and rished over to her. She was unconscious, and out. Giggling he touched her, poked her, and slapped her face a bit. No response? Oh! Even better! When he came free from under the tree with her in his arms the large wolf had paused with armor in his mouth and blinked his mismatched eyes. Seeing as he spoke with out moving his muzzle his voice gasp out. <br><br>“shit! Is it alive?! And it has its wings!” Dropping the armor he bounded over and sniffed at the angel. “Oh yeah, smells like bitch.” <br><br>Lazarus could only laugh and then whispered. “Lets get her tied up and into the wagon. Her wings have healing powers and could make us a fortune! Haha! We struck gold! Wait, no, I will get her into the wagon, you get the rest of the goods.” Then hurried off to toss the angle into the caravan rather recklessly. As if she were a sack of potatoes or something. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>30-09-2012, 21:12:50</strong>
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				In the depths of her subconscious, Katia was being stirred. Some sort of nagging feeling, an intuition really, that deplored her to snap out of her weak deliria. What was it? Very dimly, she could hear the music of the forests; the hum of the bugs, the whistle of the air moving grass, the rustle of trees… It all seemed so peaceful, truly. It lulled the young angel into a sense of false security. Drifting off with these thoughts, the angel continued plunging further into the abyss of her mind, ignoring the nearby chatter of a man. The noise did not save her from fully going under but the smell- that unholy, distinct smell. It wasn’t the remaining blood from the battle, it was strong, alive. Katia’s chest heaved one breath, her head turned and she frowned deeply; though unsettled she did not have the strength to move. <br><br>There was a looming presence infiltrating the comfort of the willow tree. The angel did not flinch when she took note of this, simply because she would only have the strength to alert him that she was awake. And really, what could she do to defend herself from this vantage point? It would be best to lie still, feign complete unconsciousness and wait. Though aware of her surroundings, Katia’s mind was in a daze; she struggled to piece thoughts together, to pinpoint where certain sounds and smells came from, and their details. The demon’s frantic prodding only felt like soft pokes on her face, his shrill voice only a disconnected echo in her mind. <br><br>The brush of the willow’s leaves and gentle rocking motion where the only indicators she was being carried. This upset Katia, obviously, but still she could not rouse herself to attention, could not open her eyes and attempt to struggle. A second, gruffer voice was heard and… was that a snout? Repulsion was soon laced with anger; <em>smells like a bitch</em>. Katia’s brows twitched to form an angry knot. This rogue demon and his friend- whatever kind of creature he was- did not just call one of Gabriel’s fighters a-<br><br>“Umph!!” Her thoughts were cut off and Katia finally came to life as she was tossed onto the wooden floor of the caravan, giving a short whimper. She laid on her stomach, her flaxen hair sprawled out around her, and her limbs flailed out. Weakly rising to rest on her forearms, two silvery grey eyes blinked once, then twice, before the woman frowned peevishly. Couldn’t this idiot see she was dealing with serious injuries? Her body ached with fatigue, but Katia persisted on. Hitting the floor with another thud as her arms gave out beneath her, she grit her teeth and rose up once more, using a nearby crate containing intricate rugs to help pull herself up. Staggering onto her feet, the angel’s knees trembled and her breathing was nothing but desperate pants. <br><br>Mustering up the strength to snap her fingers and issue a quick spell, Katia’s sword reappeared in her hand, though she could scarcely carry the heavy weapon in her condition, and she thrust open the door and staggered off the caravan, luckily not falling out of it.<br><br>Coming face to face with a retreating demon, Katia tried to focus on his visage. He was clearly taller than her, by a good foot or more, and dressed in a gentlemanly fashion, unlike the other soldiers she had fought. Though slender, he was not narrow by any means and indeed posed a bit of a threat as he appeared clearly muscled. Feeling her pride placed at stake, Katia rose her sword at him (by some miracle she could raise it) and stood tall, her feet positioned as if she were prepared to battle. “Who the hell do you think you are, demon, to think you may simply cart off a defender of Heaven and it’s earthly mortals without any consequence? You must be aware I am a angel of Gabriel, a just and holy being, and I promise if I do not smite you where you stand now, then one of my people will.” The angel hissed brashly, her position rigid and ready to go on the defense.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 01:36:25</strong>
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				Turning when the back of his wagon opened he blinked with his mismatched eyes. The wolf at his side turned to and both looked at her before looking back at each other. Looking back at her once more the wolf snorted a laugh. “I thought you said you would tie her up? Now she is up moving about, good job there boss, let the bitch free.” The wolf of course called all females bitches. No, not as one would assume as an insult, even if he was a demon sort. More or less… well because female breeds of his own kind would be called the same thing. Oh yes, he was a demon, and this was close to his form. <br><br>Lazarus blinked back at her as she struggled to stand, he had to hand it to her, she was a tough one. Well of course she was, look at the mess she made. He arched a fine brow and lifted his hands into the air before shrugging. “Oh come now, what do you really think you can do against two elite demons? Now just settle down, sit down and rest. If I had wanted to kill you that would have already happened. Your in no shape to fight.” Indeed, she wobbled and swayed and he smirked at her before crossing his arms. The wind tugging at his multi colored locks. He wore a fine twin tail coat that hung to the back of his calves. The color similar to his own hair being that orange tone with black all around. Some parts looked to have a flower design of some sort that on some may have looked a bit frilly yet he pulled it off. Granted a lot of the ends of his clothing appeared shredded, but the fabric was well made. It was more or less for looks rather then wear and tare.<br><br>His pointed ears littered with rare metals and jewels and around his neck he wore a chocker with &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;a strange Celtic like symbol on it. Long elegant fingers ending with dark black nails lifted as he pointed one of those ringed fingers at her. “I suggest you go back to sleep for now while we finish collecting the armor.” He looked down at the wolf who snorted and continued to move about. Meanwhile Lazarus stepped closer. “Now then be a good little girl and sit down.” He gave her a dashing disarming smile as he started to walk in her direction. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>01-10-2012, 06:06:33</strong>
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				The first thing the angel looked at was the hound that appeared beside the demon. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she heard it's voice, but saw it's mouth remain shut. Suddenly she understood why he had called her a bitch; well, he still advocated for her to be bound, so Katia still found reason to dislike him. Now her glare returned to the demon, her dress blowing slightly in the breeze, the white of the fabric and bloody stains strangely elegant, swaying with the air. <br><br>It appeared he saw her as no threat and, despite her arrogant pride, she had to acknowledge he was correct. Even if he was afflicted with an inflated pride and wasn't the fierce demon he claimed to be, there was still two of them and one of her, one injured angel and two demons. He probably would have left her to die under the willow if he simply wanted to kill her. <br><br>His smarmy grin made her blood boil. Katia's firsts curled at her sides yet instead of lashing out, the woman returned his smile with a sweet, girlish one herself, and she even managed to rock back and forth on her heels shyly. "Oh, of course I will, I wouldn't want to cause you any trouble." The angel replied overly-kindly, retreated backwards as he advanced, keeping a cautious distance from him despite her pleasant facade. <br><br>"In fact, I really would like to stay around and chat with you. You have an interesting caravan set up, I noticed many of your goods were precious items that would truly make a fortune in the markets." Her eyes narrowed and now she took a few steps forward, her bloody hand pointed a delicate finger at him. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were after a little more than my company, correct?" She smiled coldly and, with some difficulty, stretched her hand to feel the battered wings extending from her back. <br><br>Katia's hand went to touch the rune behind her ear self consciously. "What you say is true; I have been injured, but know that Gabriel will see you punished for believing you can make profit off my wings, you loathsome demon!" Issuing her threat, the angel looked around the clearing they stood in for a route to flee- well, stagger off, more correctly. Honestly, the idea of trying to escape two demons thoroughly exhausted her, and she wasn't looking forward to a potential chase.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 04:43:07</strong>
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				“Yeah, well I do not think there will be a whole lot of smiting on this day. At least not where I am concerned. If anything you may want to stop being so brave and start taking a few different things into consideration. One? Pride is a sin, so knock it off, two talking shit only gets on my nerves and unless you want your rounded rump royally kicked by this fine ass boot of mine you may want to settle down, third? Running… is a very, very….very bad idea.” He gave a vicious smile and he rolled his shoulders. As he did his coat fluttered a bit and a pair of large bat like wings appeared behind him. “Understand doll face? I have some plans for you, and those wings. Don’t worry once we are done who knows I may let you go and you can continue on your rampage of right and wrong holy yadda, yadda against black what ever.” <br><br>The wolf returned and tossed a few things up into the caravan around her feet. Snorting a bit and licking his maw before panting. “She knows what will happen if you take her wings.” The wolf said and the other demon smiled. <br><br>“Oh does she? I doubt it, she looks young. I doubt Gab wasted his time to tell her the details of what happens to an angel on earth when they lose their wings.” The two seemed to nod soundly and suddenly both pounced the female. They three struggled in the back of the carriage, the wolf tossed out at one point only to land with a grunt and get back up. Shaking his head he leapt back up into the carriage in an effort to help his friend tie down the angel. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>02-10-2012, 05:45:36</strong>
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				His little tangent ground on the angel's fraying nerves. "Listen, you little chauvinistic, meddling pri-" Her angry retort was cut off by the curious wolf. Cocking her head to the side, the angel's palms began to sweat as he spoke about 'angels who lost their wings'. In fact, the demon and his dog were correct; Gabriel had never warned her, or the others, about what could happen on Earth. Angels who simply disappeared were disgrace, deserters. Surely he never mentioned it because... Well, he would make sure it would never happen to them, right? <br><br>Showing weakness was not wise in this situation. Putting on what she hoped was a frustrated frown, she huffed irritably. "Why would I be sent here if I did not know the possible dangers? My age does not reflect my quality of training, nor my experience." Katia's response was dry, as if stating the obvious. Her little facade was cut short when she was hurled back into the caravan with the other two demons. <br><br>Giving a truly painful groan, Katia could not move for a moment and seriously considered begging them to end her life now. Angels who died fighting for the mortal realm were forever honored; their names would never be lost. Surely that was a better fate than whatever angels faced once they lost their wings? <br><br>The wild drive to live fueled her, and with one powerful kick, the dog was flung from the caravan. The other demon currently held her down, ropes secured in his hand, and she wrestled violently on the ground, successfully untangling herself from being bound. Every move was a strain to her muscles, making her bones ache. She grit her teeth through the blinding pain and fought. Using the remainder of her strength, the angel's hand glowed a fierce blue before latching onto the demon's forearm, freezing his skin momentarily. She was too weak to do any real damage. When he recoiled from the attack, the angel burst out of the caravan once more, her breath ragged, and staggered out of the clearing, half running, half limping. <br><br>She had only made it twenty paces away from the demons when she froze, hearing footsteps about her. Turning to the east, there stood two novice demons, fiercely adorned in armor, staring at her with a sadistic grin. "Hello, little bird. Have you gotten yourself lost?" The taller one asked in a mockingly sweet voice. Katia in turn glowered at them, though she panicked internally. They were young, that much was obvious, but she was in no condition to even defend herself; she had to summon her sword, and she was too weak to use her powers. The two demons began to advance while Katia frantically looked around, searching for some means of protection or way to protect herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>04-10-2012, 04:19:33</strong>
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				“Shit and hells fire… its cold.” He muttered as he rolled over. Lazarus hadn’t gotten up to chase after her to quickly, she wasn’t going to get to far. He glanced around at a few feathers around him. Even with what little she had dropped he could make a fortune. One may wonder what a demon would need money for. As stated before however, he had no desires for the other unworldly things. Making it on earth had made for a much better life. Not losing sleeping, or pain of any kind. Angels forget so easily that demons had once been angels themselves. Beings who wanted more, wanted freedom. Jealously could be a bitch and since coming to earth he got a bit of a better understanding what the others had meant about the humans. Poor pathetic creatures… who held something rather amazing inside of them.<br><br>With all of those thoughts aside however with out remembering the old days he sighed and rose. Sliding out of the carriage he shook his arm and the wolf leapt out with him. They both sniffed the air and turned their heads in time to see the angel stop in her tracks. Interesting. Those mismatched eyes falling on the other demons and then back to her. Now he had a couple of choices. Letting these two young ones at her, watch them die and her become worn down more. However, demons tended to be rather possessive, if he tried to take the wings they wouldn’t be to friendly about giving them back. Arching a fine brow he sighed.<br><br>“Ding…” The wolf blinked up at him. “Go.” The wolf leapt into action, his entire form suddenly consumed in fire and he threw himself infrtont of the angle female. In a defensive manner. <br><br>“Fuck a hell hound.” The two younger demons stepped back, having not expected an angel to have company with a hell beast. <br><br>“Back off young ones, this angel is already claimed by my master. She has already been spoken for.” His flames grew as well as his size, soon standing at the height of a horse. He barked again. “I said back off!” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 04:43:02</strong>
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				Katia's shoulders heaved an exhausted sigh, her mind racing as the young demons approached. Faintly hearing the sound of pounding paws on the dirt ground, the angel perked up inquisitively before nearly losing her footing as she jumped back. It seemed the demon's trusty companion was here to save the day, and he didn't look so small as he did before. In fact, he looked immense, and Katia <em>almost</em> did not blame the young demons for cowering at the sight. <br><br>Flashing her green eyes at the demons, Katia smirked defiantly and crossed her arms as if to say, <em>not so tough now, huh?</em>. That is, until the hellhound spoke. Her haughty smirk vanished, replaced at first by a blank, embarrassed expression ('claimed by my master'... Oh how the mighty had fallen.) and then one of exasperated irritation. <br><br>Rolling her eyes, Katia's fists curled at her sides and her glowing complexion turned red. "I am <em>not</em> spoken for, damn you all." She protested quietly, her eyes fixed on the demons in front of her. The angel tried to dodge her way past the hellhound to engage the demons in combat, but he easily blocked her. Katia felt the sudden urge to cry. She felt so defeated. As desperate as it sounded, she was tempted to fight the demons and, should she perish, at least it would be somewhat honorable. Not pawned off like some commodity.<br><br>Unfortunately for her, these demons seemed to take what the hellhound said far too seriously. They had visibly paled, and one swallowed hard. "Well... Who wants a prize that is already claimed." One spat as dismissively as he could, as if the angel was of little to no value (for some reason, as twisted as it was, Katia took that offensively). They turned to leave before the older halted, grabbing his friend's shoulder. "Look at her wings," He whispered, eyeing the delicate, large, white wings that gleamed on the angel's back. "Just a few feathers will have us set for a month." His friend grunted and bared his teeth. <br><br>"Aye, we'll leave her alone hellhound, but not without a few parting gifts. Give us some of the angel's feathers!" He held out his hand and Katia gasped. <br><br>"Like hell you will!" She hissed at the hellhound, then pointed a finger at the demon, excited at the chance to battle. "You lay as much as a finger on me, and I will tear off your hands." She warned dangerously, snapping her fingers and her sword reappeared. Katia, being so weak at this point, staggered as she grasped the sword once more, it's weight obviously too much for her to handle. The demon swore at the angel's impudence, and only addressed the hellhound. "Well, we will not leave peacefully without her feathers!"&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>14-10-2012, 20:15:54</strong>
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				“Pups never listen.” The wolf form flared with more heat. It was so intense the ground around him started to burn away and even the soil solidified as it melted together from the extremes of it. His form starting to move foreword with his head bowed and backside bristled. Heavy paws with large claws flexing and grinding against the earth. His maw parting to show rows of sharp teeth. Saliva started to drip onto the ground and sizzled, eating a hole into the solid ground. A powerful acid affect that ate through layers. “Think you can win against myself and this angel for her feathers? Your welcomed to try.” <br><br>Meanwhile.<br><br>Lazarus watched with a mild amusement from a distance. His arms crossed over his broad chest and arching a brow at the display of what he was seeing. Truly silly and uncalled for. But that was a demons prerogative. To act in such ways, greed tended to take over what one would consider logic. Not that he was much better, he was of course aiming for the same thing. This female was profit, but she also was found by him and he would take care of her, heal her, make money off of her wings… and oh! Once those were gone he could make her his servant. Oh the idea nearly tickled him! He grinned like a Cheshire cat as his mind traveled into the ideas he would have in store for her. <br><br>The feathers in his hands gave him an thought, he could perhaps give to the younger demons. However, that could prove to be a mistake. Once they received some of them, they would just want more. It was either all or nothing. Tucking the feathers away he decided it would be none. <br><br>He leaned against a tree and continued to watch. If he didn’t have to get his hands dirty he wouldn’t. when she called her sword out he had to chuckle low to himself. Really? This female was either very brave… or perhaps just to damned stubborn to know better. With that in his head he then figured perhaps he would have to get his hands a little dirty. The young&nbsp; looking man sighed and moved through the trees. If he could get his hands onto her and knock her out. He could get her back onto his wagon and leave the rest to his hound. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>20-10-2012, 08:27:44</strong>
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				Katia went a bit wide eyed when the ground around the hound began to cave away. Not wanting to show any fear, she kept her distance but focused her eyes on the two young demons. At Ding's comment, the angel rose a brow and gave a haughty smirk, as if daring their opponents to advance though she was truly in no condition to fight. Meanwhile, the demons looked at one another nervously, questioning themselves. Eventually they turned back to the two and jeered, "Alright hound, let's see who wins the wench." Katia's eyes narrowed into tiny slits. <br><br>Feeling another rush of adrenaline fuel her she somehow managed to raise her sword over her head, give one swift spin and raising on her feet she cut a neat slice through the older's side, also cutting his armor off his body. Sputtering in fear, Katia grinned proudly, though felt a wave of exhaustion hit her, her bit of energy met with a mad crash. Picking her body out of it's stupor once more, the angel managed to volley back and forth with the other, her arms shaking from the exertion. Eventually the other was thrown off balance, delivering a fatal cut to his arm that nearly severed his forearm. Taking her chance, Katia impaled him and cut down until she had sliced his body in half and killed him. The hound seemed to kill the older demon with ease... Well, from what she could tell from her blurred, dark vision. <br><br>Her body had gone through too much. She had reached her limit. With her wounds opening up even further, Katia doubted she could live much longer like this. Crumbling to her knees, she dropped her sword beside her, her hands digging into the grass before her, her face obscured by knotted, bloodied, blonde hair. Her white dress made her look sickly pale, her aura fading. "Hound," She gasped hoarsely, "Do not let me be disgraced. Kill me now, or let me succumb on my own."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 19:24:04</strong>
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				Lazarus was by her side, taking an arm and putting it across his shoulders as he helped her to her feet. "Sorry lovely, no honorable death for you today, we have other plans for you." He gave a low chuckle and before she could talk back he sung his free arm around and hit her square in the torso, knocking the wind from her and hopefully knocking her out. Either way she wouldn't be able to do much. Once that was done he tossed her over her shoulder and carried her back to his own wagon.<br><br>Tying her off he tossed her into the back of it and then turned in time to see Ding bringing the last of the armor over. He was back to his normal size. "Lets get home." The demon said, his tone a bit tired. Though he didn't really do anything to help. It wore him out regardless. <br><br>(ooc sorry so short x,x )
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>29-10-2012, 20:29:34</strong>
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				Katia groaned despairingly when she felt the demon help hoist her up, not aware of his presence until now. She had hoped the hound would take mercy on her with the absence of his master, but this was not to be so. Upon hearing his words, the angel could only weakly struggle in his grasp, too frail at this point to probably even hinder him in the least. She felt a mighty blow to her gut and that was more than enough to have the young angel incapacitated. Her body went immediately limp, the angel's strength was completely drained and she was beyond her limit. Her wounds were opening up once more, and Katia had managed to hope before being knocked out that he would simply neglect her within the next few hours and let her die. She was young and foolish enough to believe there would be a great mourning for her in Heaven- who remembered a captured, fully capable angel? <br><br>As he tossed her into the caravan, Katia did not stir, in fact, it appeared his strong punch had given her the quiet slumber she so desperately craved. The ride back to the demon's home was uneventful, at least on the angel's part, as she did not move from her spot from where he had tied her. Even as the rolling caravan stopped, the angel glowed ever so faintly in the dark caravan, but otherwise remained still, that many people could have looked at her and easily presume she was dead.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 04:12:53</strong>
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				It wasn’t to far fetched that a demon would chose to live a decent distance from humans. Let alone in a remote place that Lazarus dwelled. Up the mountains there was a large lake, it was caught in a valley between two of the highest peeks. The ice would melt and feed into the lake, while rivers would run from it to other lands. He happened to live in the only warm part of these dangerous peaks.&nbsp; In the center of the lake rested a small lavished island. Covered in trees, and strange stone pathways. A lovely large garden with many different sorts of fruits, some known to this land, some not. It was this place that angel had been taken, so remote and gone from the place of man. It was not in some spiritual place either, but it would not be a place that could easily be reached by either the dark or the light. The cabin looked warm and welcoming even to the likes of him. Ding bounded up the pathway to the large red door and pushed it open with his great paws. <br><br>Two days had gone by since the angel had passed out in his arms. Or rather had been knocked out. It took them the rest of the day and half the night to get to this place, after they unloaded the goods the female was drug inside. A fire made, some food prepared and the demon set to work. He stripped the angels clothing completely and washed her. Surprisingly enough he was rather gentle and not to groppy. Not that she wasn’t worth groping, but an unconscious lay was no better then a dead one. Neither was something that thrilled him. A naked perfect body was also not all that amazing while it snored. <br><br>Her wounds would be cleaned, and filled with herbs. The larger ones would be cleaned and stitched back together. For a moment he thought of leaving her wings, just plucking feathers as time passed and let them re-grow. However, it was to much a risk. If she escaped, there would be no place for him to run. Removing them now however, was also not to wise. Given her current condition even removing wings from a healthy angel was a risk. They bled a lot, and it was no different then taking a persons leg or arm. Not only that taking the ability to fly away from one could be devastating. On no, do not get the idea that he never would. He was going to take them. Just… after a few days of healing. He left her on her own, and now on day three after their first meeting Lazarus saw she was healing well. In a day or so, he would then remove her wings. Unconscious… or awake. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>01-11-2012, 07:08:03</strong>
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				Lazarus's blow had been enough to knock Katia cold and kept her that way for quite some time. After being drug out of the caravan none too gently, the angel was still trapped in a deep slumber.&nbsp; There were brief moments where she felt her conscious stirring, the nagging need to know where she was, who she was with, and what was going on... But these spells were quickly overshadowed by her need to rest. At most, Katia would moan in her sleep, turn the slightest, but never made any moves of protest. <br><br>The rune behind her ear began to faintly glow. Katia something deep within her rising, still unaware of her physical surroundings but she felt like she was no longer along. The angel realized she was being watched. <em>Katia... Katia, soldier, can you hear me?</em><br><br>"Katia." She groaned, hearing a powerful, faintly familiar voice. Who was that? "Katia, you are not dead... Far from it, actually. Open your eyes, young one and have no fear, you are with safe company." Her hazy green eyes blinked, but all she saw was clouds. Ethereal, luminescent clouds. "Who are you?" She spoke softly, humbly. Before her appeared a man, his skin pale and glowing like hers, dark golden curls on his head, and a vivid blue tunic was draped around his masculine form. He smiled affectionately at her, and Katia recognized him finally, "Michael!" He nodded and crossed his arms. "You are lucky to still be alive young one, praise Gabriel.<br><br>"However, you must realize you are in great danger. Few angels have been able to escape the grasp of the evil ones, I fear." Michael frowned heavily, and Katia nodded obediently, her eyes widening with fear. "Well... Could you tell me anything that might give me aid, Michael?" She felt her hands clasp together anxiously. "Katia, clearly this demon wants your wings. I fear your location is not favorable; I do not advise trying to escape, in your condition and state of mind you'll simply kill yourself. But, if you lose your wings... We can no longer help you." The young angel became clearly upset, and he shook his head. "Do not worry about that, young one. Here is what you must focus on.<br><br>"You have gotten your strength back, but this demon will expect you to lash out. Instead, feign weakness, make him believe you truly are no match for him. Then, when his guard is down and the hound is away, attack. You may not be able to kill him, but you can at least render him defenseless and then, we may come down to rescue you. Understood?" Katia faltered then, with renewed zeal, nodded. Michael sighed. "Good. And, for your own safety, don't act like you know the consequences of when an angel loses their wings. That drive alone will put him on constant guard." He shook his head and Katia bit her lip, fidgeting. "Yes but, Michael! I really do not know what happens when-" <br><br>Katia's eyes wrenched open to the view of cabin walls. Where was Michael? "Michael?" Sitting up on her forearms, the angel realized she been called upon briefly (only through her psyche) to speak with on of her commanders. Now, she was back in the demon's lair... Which did not look as fearsome as she imagined, strangely. She was no longer as weak as she had been, but her body was still sore and <em>cold</em>? Glancing down at her body, the angel's expression changed to one of absolute horror, her hands covering her chest. Her pale skin turned red, and she brought her knees close to her body; the idea of a demon taking liberties with her body made her furious, her fists clenching painfully. That bastard. The angel was ready to taste blood. <br><br>She had to remember what Michael said. Suppressing her anger, she looked around the room; though it was a little ridiculous, she found a long, green velvet curtain. With a little creativity and&nbsp; &nbsp;some tearing, she managed to give herself some cover, the material ending just above her knees, a single strap going around her shoulder. Approaching the door that locked her inside the small room, Katia mewled, running a hand through her long blonde hair, her hand rattling the knob, "Let me out this instant!" <br><br>(Yikes! Sorry that took so long. Lot's of stuff to get into that one post :D) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>02-11-2012, 06:01:27</strong>
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				There was plenty to do that day while the angel rested. The home itself was dusted and cleaned out. Swept and a warm fire crackling softly in its hearth. The insides of the home smelt of strange spices sweet and tangy. She did not have a fire in her own room, but it would consist of the normal things. A large bed, a closet for one to put their clothing. A chest at the end of the bed that held medical supplies and some books. The bed had blankets and furs on it. A bookshelf held even more books in it. The window had been bared shut, but she could see trees outside. The sunlight bright as it illuminated her room. The cabin was made of wood, but had some strong spells around it. Runes stitched into the very wood itself. Giving off a positive feeling, though it was hard to tell of it was for protection too or not. Like locks set all over, though it was still unclear if it was used to keep something in, or keep something out. <br><br>Outside it was warm yes, but the coolness from the cold mountain snow could be felt. While outside one could see the rising peaks around them. Surrounded by icy sharpness. Steam rising from the waters, yet the island itself remained green. Not to cold so things didn’t grow, but not to hot either. While outside one would still need to wear a few layers. <br><br>Though if one took the time to work their forms, it would be a refreshing coolness as well. Layers would come off and the crisp air would be again welcoming. He loved this place, it was a solitude that held an other worldliness he admired. Untainted, untouched, a perfect balance of it all.<br><br>Lazarus was not lazy, he kept himself fit, and had worked hard. Half dressed with his pants and curled shoes on, he drug an entire cart behind him. The rope slung over his shoulder while his body leaned foreword and pulled. His coiled muscles glistening with a lovely layer of water. His clothing was a bit wet too. Mismatched hair sticking to his form. He had cleaned, started to sweat and decided to take a dip in the icy water. Now he was warming his body again by hauling a large stack of goods. Tattoos moving down along his arms and the sides of his body. Black and sharp. When looking at it, the markings themselves looked like large wings wrapping around his form. Bat like wings with a spine running down his back. The wings in a tribal like design that looked rather amazing. Honestly it was just apart of his powers. Able to make his wings vanish and when they did, they left behind the mark of them in a form of a tattoo over his flesh. As if their softer parts melted away leaving the imprint of their bones in his flesh.<br><br>Making his way to the other side of his own little slice of perfection. He had a large storage house set up just for his collections alone. Lazarus had shifted through his goods, repairing some of the more statue like art. To taking the first steps into melting down the angels feathers and starting the process with the number of different ways he could use such powers. The demon was a rather talented being, he was able to mix and create potions and spells. A sort of alchemy mixing science and magic. Once he was finished he started back to the house, blinking as he came closer and Ding bounded outside. “shes awake!” He yipped a bit to happily. <br><br>Lazarus nodded and headed inside. Coming to the door and hearing her on the other side. “Hmm deary? What’s that? You want out? Oh I don’t think so. See I saved your life back there, and I have dressed your wounds. You are not in shape to do much of anything, let alone demand.” He chuckled and opened the door. Stepping inside, towering a bit and placing his hands on his lips. Panting a bit and standing with his chest bare and still wet before her. One black eye with its silver ring around its iris ring seeming deep and pitched, while his other eye silver with its black ring was bright. The expression on his face was that of a pleased young man. Cocky and perhaps holding to much energy. He looked boyish really with his hands on his hips and grinning as he did. Sharp features growing soft. <br><br>“How are you feeling?” The tone nearly purring. He saw her dressed, but said nothing. Of course someone as young as her would try to cover themselves first. Clear sign… she was a virgin, either that or was not that old of a worrier to know that’s the last thing a prisoner need to worry about.&nbsp; At least not an old hard warn one. “Looking rather full of energy, perhaps you healed better then I thought… damn I am good.” Indeed… already she gave away signs that would have made Michael groan. So far she had displayed strength enough to cloth herself, and pound on the door demanding. “Looking very… covered in a curtain.” he shorted a giggle, pointing at her. “Oh yeah charming.” Chuckling again. “No no, really just go with it a moment, a being of holy robs, reduced to curtains. HAH!” <br><br><br>(ooc ok got a bit lost in that response LOL sorry if its to long x,x )
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 07:47:25</strong>
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				Katia's vivid green eyes refused to rest anywhere other than his face, trying to resist the blush creeping on her face at his exposed body. She knew he was muscular and though he was not overly bulky, he made her feel tiny and weak in comparison. The angel assumed he had to be a good foot taller than her, easily. Michael had told her she was in the snowy mountains, so why was his body covered in the light film of sweat? Feeling a little flustered, Katia retreated him him, feeling scantily clad in her own garb, "You will not find me easily kept in this room," She stammered, her fists clenching by her side. <br><br>Katia instantly regretted having said what she did, and this was clear on her face. The demon had exposed a vicious flaw of hers, <em>Pride</em>. Katia's status at such a young age, her ability to fight, even her social skills earned in Heaven's court (dancing, singing, conversation) fueled this trait. Katia had worked hard to earn respect and admiration, when she did not receive it, her reaction was intense. The angel realized he was toying with her, playing on her nerves. He wanted her to lash out. Katia was determined to follow Michael's advice; that didn't make Lazarus's prodding any less annoying. <br><br>Avoiding his question, Katia furrowed her brows and looked away, rubbing her bare arms, "Yeah well, you won't have a healthy captive much longer if I do not have anything to eat." It was true, angels did not need as much food as the weak mortals did, but they needed to eat at least every three days, or they would surely starve. <br><br>His mocking, amused words were beginning to grate on her knees. Letting her eyes roam her own body, Katia couldn't help but blush in both anger and embarrassment; it was a pretty scandalous outfit for an angel. Her dainty shoulders and legs were bare, the fabric coming to a halt just above her knees. Though the velvet fabric did not suffocate her body, it clung to her form while robes were supposed to hang on females and conceal their figure. Regality replaced with mediocrity. From a damned curtain. Katia grit her teeth, her heart starting to pound, the image of her ripping out this demon's trachea played in her mind. It soothed her, but not enough. The real deal would be so much more satisfying. Taking a few steps forward, Katia's voice was quiet yet fierce, her finger jabbed at him. <br><br>"Listen, you little prick, you were the one who undressed me! There's not a shot in hell I would simply let-" She faltered in her spot, her eyes becoming lost, even frightened. The walls of the cabin began to dance, her vision growing foggy and even unclear. "I-" She tried again, her eyes squeezing shut and her hands went to her face, groaning miserably. She felt simply nauseated, the strength fading in her knees made her stagger. <br><br>What in Gabriel's name was going on? Refusing to lower herself to collapsing in front of him, Katia gripped the small, wooden table beside her, trying to breathe deeply to relax herself, leaning heavily against the table. Had she gotten up too fast? Acted too brashly? "Damn it..." She whimpered, her head falling forward, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders with her. A cold sweat broke out over her body, alluding to the fatigue she was experiencing. Katia herself was not aware this was not her own strength but the work of the rune behind her ear; more specifically, Michael. Should she not cooperate, he would drain her strength and weaken her, if the angel could not feign weakness, they would be forced to take whatever strength she managed to possess.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>03-11-2012, 17:52:24</strong>
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				He continued to look amused at her outburst. Oh yes she was fill of vinegar and spirit. A chuckle coming from her lips as she lashed and spoke, such acid in her voice. He found it more then amusing, it was outright funny. Oh but do not get the demon wrong, just because he appeared at ease around her his guard was not lowered, or down. She was to unpredictable and he himself had dealt with angels one to many times in his long life. <br><br>“Haven’t I told you before pride is a sin? Who is to say that no one came to help you for that very reason. Perhaps your leaders feel you need a bit of humbling hmm?” her form, seemed to weaken and he watched her try to regain herself. Perhaps she wasn’t as well off as she made herself seem at first. Either way he was going to watch her. There was a reason demons were so tricky, they too had once been angels and in that learned abilities of deception. Her touch was as sharp as her tongue and his hands came down from his hips as he watched her rant. When she weakened however he blinked and watched her, guard up and wondering if this was a trick. She was hurt, but this was odd. Perhaps she simply acted tough for the sake of being tough.&nbsp; It would not surprise him, seeing how full of pride she was. <br><br>Stepping closer he lifted her easily and carried her to the bed, setting her down in it once more struggling or not. He leaned over her form and touched her forehead. His own skin was cool, from having been outside. Slick with sweat, but he smelt sweet and his hair hung over tickling parts of her flesh. “Hush now, I did not disservice you in anyway. Your body is intact and I didn’t touch you. What makes you think I would want someone who wouldn’t show favor to my touches? Stop acting like I have done anything to you. So far I have done nothing but try to help heal you.” Though there was of course a reason behind it all. He wanted her wings, but why didn’t he just take them and leave her for dead?<br><br>Why indeed. Would she realize such a thing? Likely not, not someone like her. In the end he did nothing but dishonor her. “Your wounds went deep and under your robes, your clothing was filthy and filled with deadly elements. There is no honor for an angel to die from some cut that festered. Now be a good girl and hold still.” His tone was none to friendly as he spoke and his sharp eyes hard. No, this man clearly was in no mood for sexual play. Though he wouldn’t turn it down either. In this moment he was actually just trying to get her to live in order to get what he wanted. Those wings.<br><br>“What do you want to eat?” He asked her softly, pulling the blankets up over her and placing a cool rag across her brow. “I am afraid I Haven’t been an angel in a long time, so I forget if there are rules to your finicky stomachs…” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 04:40:47</strong>
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				Katia's shoulders heaved, a grimace marring her pretty features. Her fists clenched tightly, her teeth grinding together in pain, but also anger. "They... Would not... Abandon me." She refused his statement begrudgingly. Pride? She had an issue in pride? Well, touche; but didn't all High Angels suffer from some level of pride? Wasn't it nearly a part of holding such a position? Her forearms fell onto the table, her knees clearly weakening, Katia began to panic. What the hell had happened to her? The angel still had her usual, glowing appearance all High Angels had; she was in no mortal danger, but she was clearly weak. The strength in her body wouldn't sustain her much longer and, being perfectly honest, Katia was very afraid of being around the demon if she could not even attempt to defend herself. There was no way of telling when he would try to take her precious wings.&nbsp; <br><br>One, desperate breath hitched in her throat as he approached her, trying to ready her ice spell, though it appeared he wasn't going to attack her, was he? No; strong, gentle yet undeterred arms picked her up, and Katia groaned incoherently in response, "No... no don't.". He was going to lull her into a hideous fate, hold her hand as he openly deceived her and took her wings. "No," She moaned feebly again, turning in his arms as some means of a struggle. <br><br>Katia limply sprawled out on the bed, her green eyes trying to focus on his face; it wasn't easy with the scenery behind him dancing, melting, distorting in her eyes. She felt his hair tickling her neck, was why he standing over her again? Her judgement was becoming so foggy. She felt his breath on her, a strangely enticing scent. But he much, much too close to her, and Katia turned her face away as if attempting to sink further into the pillow and put distance between herself and him. <br><br><em>So far I have done nothing but try to help heal you</em>. So! His trickery knew some bounds. He would not harm her; that is, until he felt the right time came to steal her most precious attribute, of course. Katia's eyes locked onto his own dark irises, now burning with as much resolve as her strength would allow her. "I won't- I will not..." It appeared the angel could not handle forming coherent thoughts, her lustrous eyes become unfocused once more, blinking at him blankly. <em>I won't let you take my wings.</em> Well, it was the damned truth; this blimp of bad health would pass, for it must. It was probably best her strength had failed her when it did; the angel would need her wits about her and Heaven's interference only burdened her. Now, she had to forsake her outrageous pride and focus on her mission and recovery. <br><br>Katia's features finally appeared to soften, her eyes blinking slowly as he placed the wet rag on her forehead. It quelled her headache and it seemed the room was merciful and slowed it's spinning. She sighed deeply, her tense body uncoiling, she studied him curiously. "How old are you?" She asked, though the question seemed to be a thought spoken aloud than directed towards him. Swallowing hard, she spoke again, "Bread's fine. But water- I need water. I'm thirsty." The angel's voice was quiet, no longer regal or imperious. In fact, her voice was what one would expect of a newborn angel. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>04-11-2012, 08:18:42</strong>
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				Lazarus smiled despite himself. The tone of her voice it was lovely. When she asked his age he blinked and looked away before looking back at her once more. “I was around before humans were created.” Yet he looked so young! Angels did age, as did demons. This creature however looked to be maybe in his mid twenties. “I know most angels are beautiful, but I think god out did himself with you.” Was that a compliment? Perhaps he had been around humans for to long. <br><br>He was gone then, a moment later returned with some water and placed a elegant hand behind her head to help lift her slightly and bring the water to her lips. It was cool and sweet. As if plucked from the very tip of the mountain itself. He offered a warm smile and watched her. In these short few days he had wondered what he would do with her once he took her wings. Perhaps, he would keep her. She would likely hate him, and that was fine. But, she was also amusing despite her otherwise overly confident actions. He knew once he took her wings that would be it. There would be a hate there that would never melt away. Perhaps he would do her a service and just kill her. <br><br>Putting the water down he smirked at her and told her again. “I did nothing to your body other then dress your wounds. Its nice to see you not screaming and thrashing about. You are much nicer to be around when your not threatening my life.” he chuckled and rose. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 01:21:32</strong>
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				She didn't know how he could possibly be so ancient, he surely looked young and full of vigor, quite like herself. Those as old as him lost all Earthly desires, and they were miserable, violent creatures, unable to find happiness after existing for so long. The angel only reddened slightly at his praise, unable to conjure up more than a startled "Umm-" while he went off to find water. He found her attractive? She presumed all demons thought of angels as fussy, prudish creatures; fanatic 'justice lovers' (a demon had spat that at her in combat) who were far too holy to be appealing. Never one to reject a compliment, Katia smiled despite herself when she was alone.&nbsp; <br><br>The water was cool and effective, Katia's nausea wore off considerably and she was able to think clearly, licking her lips contemplatively after drinking. Her eyes bright with clarity, she settled back into the bed much more easily this time, still fatigued but at least better than she had been. "Thank you... For aiding me." She said carefully. She certainly wasn't grateful for her abduction/imprisonment, after all. <br><br>It was odd that she could feel threatened and well protected in his care. Any moment he could simply remove her wings but, after all the emotional stress of her situation, it was nice not to be so alone. She suddenly wanted to talk to him. Their civil interaction was only temporary, but it was a welcome change from harsh words and violence. Yet, he had cared for her these past few days, and Katia let her mind wander; why didn't he simply take her wings and kill her? Could a demon be capable of some compassion? Maybe that was not it, but she couldn't seem to grasp what others motives he could have. <br><br>That being said, Katia couldn't fathom sleeping in his presence, allowing herself to be completely vulnerable to him should he attack. When he spoke, she did not drift off listlessly and instead became alert. <br><br>Listening to him, she turned her head to face him as he rose, frowning softly, her eyes going wide. "You don't understand. They did not send a militia of angels to fight this war. They sent me here alone," She confided despairingly, her expression wrought with worry. "I don't know why they would, but it's become a common practice and now younger angels die all the time on Earth." <br><br>Though Katia wouldn't admit it, she had looked at her mission with excitement and fear. Gabriel and the other Gods had found it more suitable to train angels at a younger and send them down alone, expecting them to adapt quickly to their new environment. Several new recruits did not return. Realizing she had voiced her doubts of her superiors, Katia quickly shook her head shamefully, "But it is not my place to question their new practices, which are surely just for the peace of Heaven and Earth." <br><br>"Young angels are easily written off in the mortal world. If we can't convince others to think of us as powerful foes, well, there goes our 'holy divinity'. We are naive, and often times ignorant of the world we have been thrust into. But it helps if we don't show that weakness. If we possess the ability to intimidate, we gain a lot more respect and save ourselves a lot more pain. Not many demons will fight a lone angel if they believe them to be sagely, experienced beings." She explained pursing her lips in thought. <br><br>"You were an angel once, you know how these things are." She feebly raised herself up on her elbows, cocking her head to the side, "Why did you turn away from Heaven anyways?"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>(OOC Yiikes. I apologize if this came out a bit scattered &gt;.&lt;) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 04:42:23</strong>
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				<br>She talked a lot. The demon listened to her and his expression remained rather passive. To imagine two enemies of the eternal war speaking to one another like this may have seem odd if not forbidden. Of course, many of his good friends at one time had been angels. There was nothing like having to battle someone you had once been close to. Listening to her speak of how angels now gained glory and rank made his stomach knot. So now they just pumped out drones in a sense and had them fight. No different from hell either. When she asked why he stopped fighting for heaven he found it a bit hard to express.<br><br>“At the time it just seemed like the right thing to do.” He admitted, his voice soft and deep when he spoke. As to his reasons however, he did not go into detail. Why should he? It was so long Ago and he had fallen away from ranks. Granted if others of a lower stature came across him, he was regarded with high respect. Yet, at the same time he avoided demons and angels for that matter to keep himself at peace in the dark. In the end however? Those wings meant a lot of funding, a lot of healing powers, a lot of things that otherwise would go to waste in her squabbles. Glancing at her with his dark and light eyes he seemed lost in thought. Even ready to make a suggestion. No, she was to young, to loyal to naive about the world at this time to ever strike a bargain with a demon. Likely a smarter thing in the end. Yes a demon was capable of compassion, yet deep down he knew she was an enemy. So far both had regarded each other as such.<br><br>“Don’t thank me for keeping you alive.” he said simply. “Your smart enough to not trust me and should keep doing it. In the end a demon is a selfish creature. Though once of heaven it is in our nature for self preservation.” He had caught the doubt in her voice, and idly wondered about her comment on the fact that her superiors did it to keep peace. The romantic notion of self sacrifice for the greater good. If anything it just seemed more routine then anything. “I do not serve hell anymore either.” He told her simply, adding it more or less like an after thought then truly confiding in her. <br><br>“Guess it can all be summed up as me not taking orders very well.” He offered a strange ironic smile before glancing away from her. “You seem a bit better.” He observed and cocked his head to the side a bit. Was this ok? Should he be engaging with her in such a civil manner? Oh why not, soon it would be back to the other way. She would hate him, he would mock her and they would live unhappily ever after like most marriages made on earth. Only… not…
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>05-11-2012, 07:43:35</strong>
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				If you had told Katia before this she would be tucked into a bed, chatting along with a demon who, apparently fought for no other cause than his own, she'd say things that would make a sailor blush. Now, she found it difficult they were talking as easily as they were now, and even a bit shameful. Who was she to speak so freely to an enemy, her superiors would be disgraced. Clearing her throat, Katia's green eyes darkened, and she frowned seriously. <br><br>There was a moment of silence between them before he spoke, warning her against trusting him. After all, he wasn't healing her just to make sure her stay at his humble abode was a nice and pleasant one; he was healing her so he could make this most profit off her wings. The oh so familiar scowled returned on her face and she nodded, avoiding his eyes. How stupid could she be, to thank this greedy, cocky man. In a way, Katia felt rejected, though she couldn't determine why. They were both being polite yet... Had she shown too much weakness? Whatever it was, his words almost acted like a wake up call; your opponent just told you to remain cautious. Get it together. <br><br>Her mouth fixed in a straight line as he mentioned his lack of alliance, and she remained silent, obviously clamming up. Katia was still curious about him, and it occurred to her she did not know his name... She would find it out, sooner or later. Now, she felt a lot better, but was clearly tired, the comfort of the bed was something she had missed for days. The angel had to heed Michael's advice; she did not stir from her spot but only lowered herself to lay back down once more, sighing deeply, her skin both cold and sweaty. <br><br>At his comment, Katia shrugged, her eyes roaming everything in the room but him, "Well... I would probably be far better off if I had the opportunity to rest." She said pointedly, her eyes flickering back to him. Like hell she would sleep with him nearby. Katia wouldn't so much as let her eyes rest around the demon. Her eyes went to the door, and back to him. Suddenly, she didn't feel like having company so much anymore but time to think. How could she fight, how could she potentially escape, and how in Gabriel's name she intended on saving her wings.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>06-11-2012, 02:22:15</strong>
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				It was so very evident. Every motion, expression, the way she avoided his eyes. He was older, and unlike her was long experienced in reading another being. Not to say she had no experience, however she couldn't hide the change to her aura. Seeing her reaction to his words and how she shut down he gave a weak smile and tore his gaze from her. At her last comment and looking to the door he arched a brow and smirked. “Am I being excused from my own house? From this very room? Do not be upset at my comments or words. I am honest, or would your rather I lie to you? A demon is many things, however, rarely are they liars. Its so much more fun bending truths and twisting words then it is to out right lie about something.” He winked at her and rose.<br><br>"Oh My poor heart, to be chased off by such a fair maiden, I sigh.” He said all dramatically. Sighing in the way and turning from her. Besides, I need a bath, and the icy waters are not something I would find to be cleansing.” He smirked and started out of the room before turning and looking back at her again. That cruel mocking smile returning on his hansom face. “Get rested, soon you too will need a bath, last thing I need is a smelly bird stinking up my home.” He chuckled and walked out. The door closing behind him and the runes on it shimmering over in a deep crimson colors before she heard locks sound. <br><br>Once outside of it his smile vanish and he paused. Seeming lost in thought before another’s voice stirred him. “Master? Are we going to keep her?” Ding asked, sitting back on his hunches and his tail curled around him. Head cocked to the side like a curious dog.<br><br>The demon smiled once more. “I think we may my furry friend. I think… we just may.” <br><br>"Master, I was thinking, wouldn't it be worth more to let her keep her wings and just... clip them?" The hell hound fallowed the demon as he headed out into the kitchen part of the rather spacious cabin. "She is not so bad, I heard the two of you talking. She is very naive and I think under it likely very kind. She admitted openly that she is only acting tough, but is rather lost and even a bit scared. You botched it by telling her not to thank you." Ding commented and then his ears fell back for he felt his masters patience grow a bit thin.<br><br>"I do not feel I deserve thanks. I am going to keep her most likely, once her wings are gone she will have no place left to go. I could just leave her to fend for herself, but... It just seems wrong to do so." The idea that a demon would find such a thing wrong was strange in itself to. But, this demon a merchant and traveler had not served hell in a long time, and again.. had been around humans for some time now. However, he felt admitting such a thing was stupid in itself! Whoever heard of a demon having compassion!<br><br>"Then after I will use her to my disgression. Clean, cook, fuck... why not?" Lazarus grinned wickedly then. Ding blinked at him and lulled his head to the other side. "Though she may end up biting my dick off... I may forget the fucking part..." The demon seemed lost in thought. His companion only snorted and shook his head.<br><br>"Well, she is a bitch. I would assume mating would be called for..." The two seemed to agree for a moment in silence before they both walked outside and tended to other things on the island.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>07-11-2012, 08:22:38</strong>
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				The angel avoided his eyes, noticing that he picked up her little jab and commented on it quite frankly. Pursing her lips, the young woman finally locked eyes with him as he backed away, her expression one of annoyed disdain. "You don't have to educate me about the nature of a demon." Was her haughty reply, even shocking herself with her gall. It was as if their previous conversation had never happened, but really, how could she resist acting this way after he had egged her on? Acting too favorably towards him would make him confident, making her escape harder to accomplish. <br><br>Katia had been too open with him. Like he said, he was a demon, and he would use that information against her. She knew the importance of keeping intel from an enemy. Giving an angry scoff at his words, the young woman rubbed her arms self consciously under the covers. Was she really that filthy? Well, it was true; she had been laying in the forest after fighting several demons, laying on the bottom of a dusty caravan, and then on the floor of a demon's house. She had been covered in blood, but now only some still remained on her wings and hair. The angel cringed in her spot on the bed, covering her face with the blankets; well, he had bathed her a couple of days ago, and managed to get most of it off. The thought still made her shiver, that anyone had known her without any clothing... She wasn't sure if she wanted to yell at him, attack him, blush furiously, or hide her face in shame.&nbsp; <br><br>It was tough to be angry with how tired she was becoming now. Katia's eyes began to grow heavy, giving one last, quiet yawn. She needed to rest, for her sake and to keep the demon's suspicion minimum. As she drifted off, she heard the voice of Michael once more, <em><br>Do not act so violently again, child. It will do you no good. Watch the demon, know your surroundings. Gabriel be with you...</em><br><br>Katia rose by dusk, her eyes bright and alive. With her strength returned, she did not wish to create a scene but instead take Michael's last words to heart. Trying the door, she studied the runes etched into it. It appeared to be a form of dark magic, something she could not associate with; it could corrupt her, which could either impair her physical strength again or create a lapse in mental stability. But perhaps... She could find a way to counter act it? Searching the books for any similar runes or spells, she found nothing and instead looked to the windows for some sort of solution. <br><br>"The hell!" She whined to herself, finding the windows covered with runes as well. Becoming discouraged, her eyes roamed the area surrounding her. It was... Beautiful, strangely. It wasn't cold in the cabin, but the peaks of the mountains surrounding them were covered with snow. The vegetation in the area was so alive and fruitful, was this a characteristic of Earth? Katia was caught up in the scenery outside, no longer concerned about formulating a plan- after all, the peaks seemed impassable. <br><br>The demon and his hound came into view. Now that he was further away, Katia took a moment to study him. He wasn't like the men in Heaven, but he was handsome, in a different sort of way. The angelic males often hair fair skin and hair, their hair curled and kept neat. This demon was dark, with his own strange sense of style, but one that suited him quite nicely. His eyes were unlike any others she had seen, and his build- well, she hadn't realized how muscled he was until she had seen him without his jacket and shirt. Even now, Katia felt her eyes linger on the upper half of his body, the thin film of perspiration coating his skin. His clothes had done a good job of concealing the toned, sculpted muscles covering his torso and arms...<br><br>Their eyes met and Katia froze. He saw her? Giving a shrill shriek, she was a blonde whirl as she ducked from the window, her hands covering her face. Oh God, what was she doing <em>gawking</em> at him like that? And <em>why</em>? Something had stirred within her when she was able to watch him, an unfamiliar, burning sensation. She wasn't sure if she liked it, honestly. Finding a good excuse as to why she was staring at him, she kept out of the view of the window. Heading for the door, Katia tried to heed Michael's advice and, instead of bashing the door in like last time, she coughed, clearing her voice and tried the door knob. "Hey! I need a bath, I still have blood on me!" Backing up, Katia spoke once more, "You don't want my wings to stain, do you? Heaven forbid the buyers will demand a lower price!" She added coyly, placing a hand to her forehead in mock horror. <br><br>(OOC: Gah... Sorry if this was another wordy post! I do that when I'm tired sometimes v.v) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 03:47:45</strong>
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				He felt it. He had been on earth for a long time and had come to notice when others watched him. He was tossing a stick for his hound, granted the beast was a creature of the dark world, yet he bounded and barked. The large wolf like animal darting after the stick over and over. <br><br>He had wanted to bath hours ago, yet had found himself to busy with things on the island. He felt it was a good time to get some release and Ding was always happy to comply. After all for as much as the animal was a demon… he was still very animal like. Dropping the stick Lazarus lifted his eyes, feeling someone watching him. Locking them with a set of pale green before a look of panic hit the females face and she was gone. His own expression turned soft and eyes narrowed in a way that showed he was pleased. <br><br>A few moments later he started to head inside. Hearing a voice speaking his words hard to tell until he got closer to the door, the last phrase she spoke made him chuckle and he ran his hand over the door, locks sound. It swung open and he stepped inside looking at her. He leaned against the doorway and crossed his across over his broad chest. Lulling his head to the side he offered her a rather calmed charming smile. “I do not think others could manage to out smart me when it comes to money.” He stepped closer to her and his hand came under her arm. Sweeping her up into his own arms and lifting her he turned and started out of the room.<br><br>So it may have been clear so far her efforts to trick him were working. He smiled at her and started out of the house. Taking her around the back of it to another smaller built area. It was larger then an outhouse, more or less the size of her own room. He kicked it open and stepped inside. So he kept his bathing room and bathroom away from the home. Ding fallowed them in, and she would see a rather large tub set up. The room was lined with marble even though the walls were like his cabin, made of wood. He tub was already filled with hot water, and cabinets lined with towels, and soaps. A few oils and other items one would use for the bath. Ding picked up some discarded things from the floor with his maw and headed out. <br><br>Once he was gone Lazarus turned and lifted his hand as best he could from under the angel. He closed the door and the runes shimmered over, locking it. The two of them now alone. He moved over to the water and gently set her down before he went over to the changing self with a sink and started to remove his clothing. Seems she wasn’t going to bath alone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 06:42:07</strong>
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				A moment of silence passed between the two of them as he entered, her feigning a face of studied indifference, his own expression at peace and composed. Though she had learned not to trust his facial expressions at all times; demons were tricky creatures, and he seemed to shift his attitude towards her rather quickly. Studying her feet, she rocked on her heels innocently and shrugged, "There's a first for everything, isn't there?" She retorted, crossing her arms. She couldn't understand why he was dawdling, and she was becoming antsy for a good bath. <br><br>He scooped her up in his arms quite easily, and Katia felt the rune behind her ear burn when she opened her mouth to protest. What, Michael wanted her to be carted around by the demon like some simpering maiden? Well, she supposed it would make sense; Gabriel knows she hated playing the role of a silly, weak, little thing. But in time... For now she was grateful he was being a bit more careful with her and not hoisting her over his shoulder. <br><br>Katia's eyes widened considerably at the lovely bathroom he carried her into, the steaming water and intoxicating scents inviting her to relax. Giving a low whistle, the angel smiled clearly, perfectly content and naive enough to believe he was simply going to leave her here to relax. It was a good thing too; the velvet fabric on her bare skin wasn't the most comfortable. <br><br>Her first sign that something was off was the lock of the doors, the runes glowing. "Um, so..." Katia swallowed hard, her eyes glued to the door. His bathroom needed these spells too? Maybe he was just... Going to show here where everything was and then leave! That was a possibility, right? Feeling cold marble touch her bare legs as he set her down, Katia gripped the tile under her, fidgeting in her spot uncomfortable as he stood in the middle of the room. "What are you doing?" She panicked, her voice antsy. Was he... Undressing? Oh hell no! Katia's face clearly burned, her blush so prominent that her entire aura seemed to go pink. <br><br><em>Michael! Michael Michael Michael, help please!</em> She felt for the rune behind her ear. What, nothing? No response at all? Heaven forbid she show some strength, but didn't they care about her virtue, which was clearly being jeopardized right now. Sputtering weak protests, Katia stood somewhat shakily, if only because now she was really flustered as he was going to reveal his nudity to her. <br><br>"No, I- just stop! Stop right now!" She dove for a nearby towel, approaching him cautiously, she held it over her chest as if to ward him off. "I don't know how these humans operate but... You should know it's inappropriate and highly disrespectful to disrobe like this in front of me! For the love of Gabriel, have you any shame? I-" She faltered, extending the towel forward, feeling that same 'anger/embarrassment' she had previously, the red in her cheeks burning her complexion. "I insist you put your clothes on right now!" She clenched the towel, as if unsure she wanted to bury her own face in it or throw it at him.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 01:23:49</strong>
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				Turning and arching a brow at her, the demon was a bit surprised really at her reaction. He shouldn’t have been, she had displayed more then once her discomfort, but it showed more then ever. He was right… she was a virgin. He chuckled a bit and reached out.<br><br>Elegant fingers wrapped around her shaking hands to take the towel from her and he wrapped it around his hips, tucking it in and then smirking at her. “It would not do the waste the hot water.” Oh he used it as an excuse, he could summon fire well enough so hot water was not truly a bother, but why let her know that detail… and letting her bath alone? A smirk on his lips. Would indeed be a waste. He took her hand after and pulled her closer. Before she could fight him to much he started to un tuck and tie her clothing. “Stop moving, I am not going to rape you.”<br><br>His tone was very calm and soft, much different from his normal mocks and jobs. Come to think of it so was his expression. All together he appeared rather docile and calmed. He had worked hard that day and truly just wanted to relax. Handing her a towel for herself he smirked. “we are born naked, God and the angels, and the humans… animals, all of us are naked. There is nothing wrong with it. We trap ourselves believing it is a sin to show ones body to others, but the first of this land wondered the gardens nude until they learned embarrassment and shyness. There is a certain sweetness to the innocents of not knowing better. I will just have to wash a few more towels tomorrow then I am used to.” <br><br>Oh he was really looking foreword to when she would be the one to help him. Granted Ding was helpful, having someone with opposable thumbs would be more effective to handle thing such as washing and some other items he would put her to use with. Stepping away from her he headed to the tub and stepped in. it was large enough for both of them to sit comfortably and face one another. Not having to even touch. One could fit two more inside if they needed. A nice little spoil he made for himself. Glancing at her he smirked. “Going to join me?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 05:31:55</strong>
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				If he thought Katia was pissy before, well then he should have seen her when he took the towel from her hands. Mocking her like this! Her embarrassment was laced with anger once more, and it was a miracle the room didn't set fire around her. "Well, enjoy <em>your</em> hot water; I'll gladly freeze in the lake!" She snapped, taking a deep breath, preparing for a temper tantrum that was interrupted as he pulled her closer. The tie at her shoulder coming loose, Katia gasped loudly, clearly insulted, immediately struggling in his grip. "You lowly, immoral, unthinkable bastard!" She cried, and a wild will came upon her- she was going to gut this man where he stood. By Gabriel, she'd do it, and she'd be slow about it. She'd make him rue the day he was bo- <br><br>The rune behind her ear glowed, and Katia jumped. <br><em>Soldier- what is the priority?</em><br><em>My... My wings, sir. But you must understand-</em><br><em>Angels can live without their virtue. Concentrate on the priority at all times. That is an order.</em><br>Most young angels could not stand Corruption like this, it weakened their physical strength for days, sometimes weeks, and impaired their judgement considerably. They were too young to defend themselves from it. How could Michael be so insensitive? The demon's job was made uncomfortable and even more embarrassing for the angel as the fabric wove around her waist several times- he would have to take extra care to remove the curtain off her upper-half. Thankfully the rest of the garment slipped off easily and she yanked the towel out of his hands and covered herself immediately, her red face contrasting with her pale hair quite obviously. <br><br>Her hands clutching the towel around her chest, Katia winced as he removed his own towel and stepped into the tub- her eyes didn't dare venture lower than his face. So, there was enough room but... To be bathing with him... how intimate! How could she? Bracing herself, remembering Michael's words, Katia gave him a haughty look, her eyes hardening. Stepping into the tub, Katia met his eye confidently until she felt the towel against her body. She faltered, biting her bottom lip as she grew flustered once more. "Ughhh! This is so unfair!" She wailed childishly, and, pulling the towel off her and using it like a curtain, threw her body in the tub and tossed it to the side, giving a sigh of relief. <br><br>Her arms still clamped tightly over her chest, Katia was relieved the water was murky enough to conceal her body. Removing her hands with some difficulty, the warm water was pretty successful in calming her nerves, and the young angel sank in low enough so her head went underwater, her blonde hair floating at the top for a moment before becoming soaked and sinking with her. Popping up and heaving a breath, she wiped the hair off of her face, the pads of her fingers coming to rest out on the water before her. "I find it hard to believe humans held such innocence," Her eyes flickered to his finally, shifting in her position the slightest. <br><br>"Bodies remain covered because it is temptation not to do so- the first men and women knew this, that is why they copulated so easily." Her knowledge was off-hand; Gabriel did not like his soldiers to know much about humans, a strategy meant to keep them from straying from angelical ideas. "You mean to tell me mere <em>mortals</em> were able to ignore temptation, and refrain from sin?" She meant sex, of course; which wasn't a sin to all angels (some of them were promiscuous creatures, actually) but to a young angel, it could lead to Corruption.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 07:17:29</strong>
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				Once she got settled in and started to speak all she did was show off, just how little she knew. It made him laugh, he covered his mouth and turned his head away from her trying not to let himself scoff at her to harshly, but it was impossible, soon he started to truly let go and laugh rather hard. His cheeks turning red from it and his eyes watering from the feeling. “Oh, oh, that’s just to rich. You know nothing at all, you are just some blind silly little girl who fallows orders and doesn’t even question them. Wow, just… its so amazing!” He laughed again and his arms spread out along the ring of the tub.<br><br>“Let me fill you in on a few little details miss think she knows all. Angels fight demons in order to preserve not just heaven, but humans as well. You fight and are trained to love these beasts because they are made in the image of you and your gods.” He laughed and sighed tipping his head back. “All babies are innocent and know nothing of copulation until their teens. Then its all about natural order and nature. Live prosperous and multiply. Yet you speak of sex as if it is a dirty thing. Yet, if it was so dirty why be made in a way that allows you to enjoy it? To test your will? HAH! No! nothing like that at all. If everyone remained nude all of the time they wouldn’t know any different. Think about it, they would know nothing of it being a temptation, it would just be everyday life. Even wild tribes barely clothed manage to realize this fact, and yet here you are lecturing me on things you know nothing about! HAH!” <br><br>Oh she was just adorable, and continued to be just that. “as for finding it hard to believe humans hold any innocents, means you were born knowing all of it yourself. We both know that’s not the case, you have learned as you have grown correct? Why do you see yourself anything else but sharing the same traits? As fir refraining from sin? Is it not spoken that if a man and a woman marry and love it is actually apart of the package? Sex is not a sin you silly thing. To believe it is, is to mock the very maker themselves. Your rather stupid. Its so amusing. You know nothing at all about what you protect and even have the nerve to speak down to humans as if they are less then you or I” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 09:31:19</strong>
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				(OOC: Oh my God. Your last post was downright beautiful. Love that. Love all of that.) <br><br>Well, he deserved a medal, this man. Something along the lines of <em>Best in Introducing Wrath to a Sent Angel</em> or, <em>Shortest Time It Took To Piss Katia Off</em>. Yes, something like that. Katia's jaw dropped as he spoke- as he had the balls to laugh at her!- and all she could do was scoff as he finished. Her fists were balled up into painful knots, twisting around the fingers and palms mercilessly. First he undressed her... And now this? Everyone had their limits, and this was hers. Gabriel, forgive her. <br><br>Dropping her voice to it's sweet, usual tone and no longer imperious, she cocked her head coyly to the side and tucked her hair behind her ear. "If I wasn't naked right now... I'd kick your ass. Just wanted to let you know." Straightening up, her eyes locked on his and she crossed her arms over her chest, challenging him. <br><em>!!!! Soldier!</em><br><em>Michael, I- But, he called me stupid!!</em><br><br>Michael said something else, but Katia was too shooting daggers at the demon across from her. "I don't know if you remember, <em>sunshine</em>, but you're not supposed to question what they say, okay? I don't know what sort of vendetta you have against Heaven as a demon- or Hell for that matter, since you're just too independent or something for an alliance- but you know what I think?" She cocked a brow haughtily and pointed a finger at him. "I think you've spent too much time on Earth to even remember the correct teachings, be them good or evil. Even Hell has their own set of beliefs, and I could at least respect a demon who did not abandon his own kind. Do you think you are human, or something?" Oh boy, she was out of control. She was waiting for Michael to chime in in her head with something like, <em>Oh, so you are flagrantly disobeying orders? Well then, the hell with you, Katia.</em>&nbsp; Maybe he was going to let her disobey, maybe he thought she needed to see the consequences of straying from their guidance. But wasn't it their guidance that made the demon initially mock her, by keeping her ignorant? <br><br>She was past the point of no return now- better get it all out at this point. "It's a shame we never got to fight actually, because I do not enjoy you very much! No, the closest we got to a fight was me fending off to newborn demons, and you coming over and <em>clobbering</em> me in the stomach." She ended her little rant, but added as an angry end note. "Which, by the way, was totally mean and uncalled for! I was basically dead- you didn't have to beat me up!" Clearly, this angel could hold a grudge. She, like all creatures made, was clearly not a saint, but maybe that was just a part of her ridiculous charm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 21:18:32</strong>
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				“Oh… I hit a nerve I see.” The demon watched her for a few moments. He was silent, expression blank and pensive as he glanced her over. She was a spit fire, he could giver her that, and while she ranted he himself found his emotions shifting. Though he wasn't sure what place to settle. Anger? resentment? amusement? he did have a short temper on him and she was getting pretty personal with all of this. she clearly did not take criticism well. Even the constructive sort, he wouldn't see anything wrong with what he said. That was most likely due to his own age. Old people never sugar coat things, they are harsh, and honest. A lot of the times brutally so. Watching her for a few more moments he looked away by tipping his head back and resting it on the rim. Arms still stretched out on each side. He decided to let the silence thicken between them. Let her wallow in her thoughts and her need to reestablish her feelings. Clearly she was out of control, and he idly wondered if she gave her superiors trouble. Most likely. The demon was silent, the room itself no sounds other then a echo drip now and again. <br><br>“Anyone ever tell you, your rather attractive when your angry.” He grinned a bit and lifted his head to watch her reaction. <br><br>(sorry so short, and Thank you for the compliment. ^^ Her reaction was awesome.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 23:26:48</strong>
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				Katia waited for his response, unsure how he would respond to her, silently fuming. After all, he always appeared so cool headed when she spoke, even when what she said was simply disrespectful. In a way, she wanted him to lash out, show some level of passion. It would make her feel better for her own temper tantrums, or at least give her a reason to fight him.<br><br>Katia was also wondering if he'd take her up on her offer, on the chance to fight. It hadn't seemed likely, why would he risk injuring himself, or injuring something he intended on making a profit on? The angel would have loved to fight him; she was very sure of her abilities, she may not know about the human world, but she could fight. Why else would she be ranked so high in the legion of soldiers? This demon had yet to show his true physical abilities, and a part of her zeal was just out of curiosity.<br><br>Becoming uncomfortable in the drawn out silence, Katia turned away from him as he stared at the ceiling, working her hands through her hair and using a nearby bar of soap to wash it. Her movements were jerky with her pent up frustration. She slithered down the side of the tub once more to rinse her hair, her hands already lathering her shoulders and arms when he spoke. Raising up curiously, one hand toying with her clean hair, Katia glowered in response, her green eyes becoming darker. He was so intent on playing with her nerves, and making fun of her! <br><br>Rinsing her arms so there were no suds on her, she slapped the soap down and gave a sharp, "Hmph!". <br>"Oh how charming you are. Listen, I have a great idea; why don't you go underwater, and I'll count to a million?" She replied in a sugary sweet tone, wearing her typical scowl, intending on getting out of the tub and storming out (with her clothes). She didn't want to stay another moment in here with this arrogant man. Placing her hands on the side of the tub, her hand grabbed her towel so she could stand without letting him see her nude when her eye caught the door, glowing with runes. Oh. Right. <em>Shit.</em> <br><br>There went her big exit. Giving a dramatic sigh, she jerked a thumb towards the door irritably, "What is that damn spell anyways, and why do you have to put it on every door? What, you think I'm going to just run blazing out of here, take for the hills, with no respectable clothing? Honestly!"&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 02:26:53</strong>
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				It seemed that silence was his best weapon against this female. It made her nervous, and uncomfortable. Irritated her more and brought about another side of her all around personality. What could he say? She just… made it to easy. A smirk appeared on his lips when she demanded to know about the runes on the door. About the place having all of them. Again she thought it was all about her. Never once wondering why the angels had not yet been able to locate her. Simply put, the spells kept him well hidden from either side. Kept him protected and this place he called his a refuge from anything else in the layers of heaven, earth and hell. It was apart of his agreement with the humans earth. <br><br>Sad thing about either side, both forgot about the spirit of the planet herself. In this war she was a neutral and both sides damaged her on a regular basis for their war. Yet the spirit was even more forgiving then the gods and angels who helped construct her. There was a limit to kindness and yet Lazarus had yet to see her reach hers. He tried his best to actually take after her. The male tried to keep his temper in check. “Your childish, and prudish. If I was in fear of my life you had better believe I would run naked or in a dress. You have displayed enough to let me know one thing for certain. You do not need anymore healing for me to take what I want.”<br><br>He rose from the water. His flesh steaming off the water and trails of&nbsp; suds moving down his well toned flesh. He moved closer to her, placing a hand on each side of her and leaning in. She would feel his breath along her neck and he trailed his lips all the way up before whispering softly. “You’ve made a grave error in your actions. And I want you to think about that for a while.” Then he pulled back and moved out of the tub. Grabbing a towel and lazily wrapping it around his hips he didn’t bother to try and hide himself from her. “I would rather side with something that would want peace, then something so intent on being right, they are blinded by it. Your to young to understand, and to naive to even try. You don’t even know what you protect. we’ll its not going to matter anymore. When I take those wings… you will no longer belong to any side but your own. No one will be able to help you either. Think about that… and realize, you may have been better off keeping that temper in check.” Moving to the door he opened and stepped out. Letting it slam behind him. She would hear locks and know then, she trapped her once more. <br><br>She had finally gone to far, and now she had time to think about it.<br><br>(OOC: I hope that’s ok, I figured she was still in the tub. Sorry if I messed that up, I can fix it if she wasnt. )<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 06:53:55</strong>
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				(OOC: Nah, she was still in the tub, you're good :P Sorry this was long-winded, her chats with Michael are important!)<br><br>The demon has succeeded in scaring the angel some, actually. It wasn't even the promise of taking her wings- she'd be a real idiot to not expect that- but it was the aftermath of it all. What he said was true, they would forsake her when she lost them, and she would lose her worth. What would become of her identity, her purpose in life? There would be no rigid rules in her life, no high expectations to live up to. Sin would not be a concern to her. What on Earth would she do with herself?<br><br>As he leaned in, she jumped, splashing the water around her. Assuming he would press his face close to hers, she turned her face away, but this only further exposed her neck to him. Feeling his breath upon her neck, Katia felt her palms grow sweaty, her blood heating up. Why did she react this way to him? It made her so anxious. More than relieved when he pulled away, Katia's hands clasped over her eyes as he stood, not wanting to see his nudity again. Gingerly pulling them away, she watched him walk out, unable to stop herself from pouting, "You mean you're leaving me in here?!" <em>Slam.</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Laying back in the bath, Katia gave a deep breath before releasing it, sinking under the waters. He thought she was strong enough to remove her wings? Well, what could she do to stop him... Katia seriously considered finding someway to injure herself in here, maybe with broken glass. But wouldn't that only anger him more, if she was purposely hurting herself? Maybe she could make up some half-assed lie about slipping? Able to see what she had in mind, her eyes resting on a glass container holding oils, the rune glowed brightly. <br><em>You are acting impossible, Katia.</em><br><em>Michael?... I'm sorry</em> Her response was lost, the same, young tone she had when her guard was down. There was no response. <em>Michael, can you hear me? I know you can!</em> His silence was more damning than his criticism. <br><br>Draping herself in her towel, Katia had just returned to her curtain ensemble when the rune glowed so brightly, the pain bring her to her knees, grasping her head. She felt Michael's presence strongly in her mind. <br><em>I will leave you so weakened when he arrives next time that he will take your wings without hesitation, soldier.</em> The angel's cold remark made her wince. <em>Why should I bother help you if you deny my orders? I expected more from one of your rank. You are disappointing your superiors.</em> Katia's cheeks burned. <em>But Michael... Forgive me, but how do I act like some simpering little girl when he dishonors me?</em><br><em>The hell with your honor! Do you want to get yourself killed? If not, I suggest you stop lashing out like this.</em><br><br>She bit her lower lip, damnit he was right. <em>Isn't that cowardly though, Michael? What about courage, embracing the consequences for a sense of dignity.</em><br><em>Katia, it is not cowardly to save yourself. Besides... You want to face the consequences of your actions so far?</em> Katia shook her head feverishly. <em>That's what I thought. I'm giving you another chance at redemption young one, I will aid you when need be. Now, sleep... And tomorrow, do not disappoint me.</em><br><br>"Mmmph... Michael wait," She spoke aloud, almost deliriously. Slumping to the cold floor, Katia curled up, shivering slightly. He had put a powerful sleeping spell on her, but Katia's mind resisted. Though she looked at this time alone as a time to recuperate, find a way to get out of this nightmare, she was still angry. Angry at the demon, herself, and even her superiors. But she was supposed to worship them, right? But... They had left her completely unprepared for this, unable to defend herself against this old, wise creature. She could not shake that feeling of betrayal. But wasn't her pride, her arrogance, her own fault? How much blame could they take? <br><br>The next morning found Katia still curled up on the floor, her hair pooling around her face and shining with a healthy vitality. The young woman looked much more like the angel she was and more serene when she was laying there vulnerable then when she was throwing her angry fits against the demon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 03:27:34</strong>
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				<em>“Are you sure you want to do this? ARE YOU?!” The light golden voice demanded harshly. A voice he had not heard in months. His eyes stretched out over the view of bodies around him, piles of angels as far as the eyes could see. Layers of white, red, gold and black. Twitching limbs and groans from the dying. It was something that was as impressive as it was horrifying. The sky thundered and lashed, clouds turning violently. It was like a pile of the dead had been suddenly dropped and covered the ground like ivy covering a wall. For a moment he was so lost in the sight he forgot another was staring at it with him… no, not at it… they stared at him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Blood, sweat, earth… it would be raining soon too. Sighing he opened his eyes and lulled his head to the side slowly. <br><br>“Not at first” Lazarus started to comment softly. “Now however? I cannot seem to get enough of it.”&nbsp; He wore armor, silver plated chest piece of a high ranking official in the halls of heaven. Robes of blue and gold. Boots, silver greaves, cuisse, and gauntlets carved with the names of the saints. All of it smeared with the blood of his brothers. Enemy and allies alike. The lovely who faced him now showed no fear. His eyes fell on her, hair bountiful bouncing curls. Her clothing clean of blood. Eyes golden as the suns. <br><br>She made him look dirtier then he already was. His own hair cut jaggedly from when he removed his curls. It now hung ragged and stained black and red with blood. All those he had slaughtered during this entire campaign. Nails black and crusted with it, his fangs visible as he smiled. Red smeared across his face. Lazarus looked primal. How far he had fallen from the grace of light and mercy. <br><br>&nbsp;She looked at him with pity in her eyes. How pathetic he should pity her. The blind fool. “You could still come home you know.” The voice plead softly and it scratched in his head like nails on stone. <br><br>“NO!” He pulled his sword free and his wings spread open, the ends of them bat like as the feathers had started to fall away showing the black skin under them. His sword clashed and pain slammed through his body.</em><br><br>Jerking awake Lazarus sat up panting in his bed. His body covered in sweat and legs wrapped and tangles in sheets, furs and blankets. Hissing a bit he lifted his hands and covered his eyes. The sunlight was pouring in. It blinded him for a few moments and her struggled to free himself from his bed and move over to the window and try to peek out. It was already morning? <br><br>He cursed under his breath, he hadn’t planned to leave her in there all night. Then again, as his anger whipped around. He was rather tired of her continued grumpiness. Of course he was a bit daft in that area. The demon decided it was her own fault she was making her stay so terrible. He also needed to start breaking her sooner or later if he planned on keeping her. First things first however? He had to remove her wings. The idea of it was rather both entertaining and sad. The profit was going to be splendid, with all the properties that her feathers held. He would have enough to even test some new theories. The dream… or memory already forgotten.<br><br>It was another day of sunshine and cold breeze. The trees shifted as the air passed through its leafs. Ding was resting with his back against the bathroom door. He had no worries of having to freeze overnight. He kept himself warm enough. The beast was almost made for the cold. He loved it. Lazarus did too, the cooling air, the fresh scent. It was always wonderful each time he stepped outside to feel it in his protected home. The peeks rising all around them, the sun shyly starting to peer through the jagged edges. Giving the ice a lovely shine. Its actually how it worked. The sun reflected off of the glaciers and sharp edges of the mountains and shinned its heat down onto the land. Giving the strange warmth that was odd for its placing. <br><br>Coming to the door he stood there watching the sleeping wolf for a long moment. Finally he reached down and tugged Dings ear gently. It flicked and the wolf opened a single golden eye before glancing up and see him. Lifting his head he yawned with a wide maw and licked his muzzle. Getting up lazily, he stretched his legs out in front of himself before slowly standing and stretching as he went. Ending with one leg shimming and then he shook his entire form. Lazarus watched him take his time with his arms crossed. He was dressed once more and appeared rather ready for the day. His coat tails tugging in the breeze. “Oh for the love of, move you.” He said reaching out and nudging the beast out of the way. He opened the door and stepped inside. <br><br>There, laying peacefully on the ground was the angel. She slept soundly, her expression soft, humbled. Even more beautiful then he remembered it the day before. Under that serene face however, was a little brat of a woman that he just wanted to throttle and until her eyes became loose and rattled around in her head. At least the bathroom was warm. He sighed and reached out for her. Letting one hand slip under her upper body, and the other under the bend of her leg. Then he lifted her and waited a moment to see if she woke.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 06:27:51</strong>
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				Katia's slept surprisingly deep for someone sprawled out on a bathroom floor, her hands laying limply beside her. It was true the angel looked as pure and sweet now, but the demon would be a fool to believe she'd act so when conscious. Even when she had fallen asleep last night, her mind had been set on troubled, angry thoughts. Her expression was soft but contemplative, as if her mind couldn't stop running even as she slept. <br><br>Michael's words still stuck with her, he had made it simple really; she either obeyed their orders to the fullest, or they would forsake her and leave her to fend for herself. And then, would it really matter when her wings were taken, when she already lost her position in Heaven? Of course it did; her wings were some level of ownership, some token of her heavenly accomplishments. <br><br>Now, becoming only vaguely aware of her surroundings, she felt herself being lifted up, someone's presence with her. Still delirious with sleep, the young angel envisioned the strong arms of the wise angel Michael, finally locating her from the mountains and coming to her aid. "Hmm..." Her head rolled into the demon's chest, slowly waking up. Katia's hazy green eyes blinked once, blurry with sleep, she blinked again. "... Michael?" She asked quietly, almost dreamily. <br><br>The demon came into focus and Katia's features dropped. The angel gave a slight gasp, jumping so in his arms that she had to cling to him in order to ensure she didn't completely fall. Well, that was a graceful way to wake up. Untangling her hold on him, Katia frowned, confused. "When did you-" Her head jerked to the open door and the sunlight pouring inside. He left her all night? The angel mashed her lips together, prepared to make some sort of comment about this when the rune behind her ear shot a small course of pain through her body- Michael would not tolerate her brash behavior again. <br><br>A tired whine escaped her throat, and she shut her eyes. Squirming enough in his arms to imply she wanted to be let down, the angel's hand went to her forehead, as if to quell a stubborn headache. "Why did you leave me in here all night?" She sounded curious rather than angry, dropping her hand and meeting his gaze, her hands rubbing her eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 06:13:04</strong>
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				Lazarus Dean was quick to put her down when she had incased him in her moments panic. Being clung to by a frightened angel wasn’t as fun as it may have sounded. She was rather strong, and when she untangled and wished to get down, he was all but to happy to do so. Nearly dropping her. The graceful angel managed to find we feet well enough. <br><br>However, the moment she appeared meek and curious he had to calm himself and grow suspicious. What was with this woman! In the morning she was as sweet as a birds song. Yet as the day grew more, she would cackle and caw like some wicked crow. He blinked at her and then placed his hands on his hips. Should he just, get to it and remove her wings? The night before he had stated he would. She appeared well enough. <br><br>“Lazarus Dean.” He said suddenly. “I assume since you will be here a while, we should likely exchange our names. I could just keep calling you a bird if you want, seeing as you continue to smell like one.” The tone was daring to be teasing. Strange, she had asked a completely different question and he had returned to being… his normal charming self. He bowed gracefully before taking her hand and kissing the top of his softly. “You look rather well this morning, come outside, get some air.” He moved out ahead of her into the sunshine and grinned. It could have been a test, to see if she would try to run or not. A hunt sounded fun enough. Idly he wondered if she would know his name or not. Maybe not, it was not common for demons to use their angelic names. Most faded, and he was rather certain only the ancients and gods remembered him. If that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 00:35:26</strong>
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				He wasn't answering her question? Katia shifted slightly, almost not catching his words when he spoke at first. "Huh?" She peered up at him, crossing her arms a bit self consciously; he had quite some height on her, maybe even a foot. His name was strangely familiar- like she had seen it or maybe heard of it before, but it's origins were quite vague. Lazarus, then? His barb made her hesitate, and though the angel remained quiet, she shot him a rueful look. Averting her eyes, she crossed her arms and gave a little huff, grumbling childishly, "My name's Katia. Katia Laurence."<br><em>Keep your temper, child. Do not let him rouse emotion in you.</em> <br>Well, this would be a long day. <br><br>It appeared Lazarus wasn't going to continue teasing her (well, or at least he'd be more subtle about it) and Katia watched with a sort of apprehension as he took her hand, unsure what'd he do until she felt the soft, gentle pressure of his lips. Katia's eyes went wide, as if she wasn't sure she enjoyed it or wanted to sprint out of the room. Trying to focus on remaining passive, Katia rose a brow and cocked her head to the side. "Well, I never knew a demon could act like such a gentleman." She goaded, acting a bit more relaxed, her guard dropping. After all, this man could smell fear- perhaps if she acted the way she did when eluding men in Heaven, he wouldn't be able to read her so easily? <br><br>Cautiously following him outside, Lazarus's thoughts were pretty dead-on as her thoughts drifted to the mountains, wondering if they were really impassable. <br><em>Do not think of it yet, Katia- stay outside, you cannot attempt an escape with little to no knowledge.</em><br>What a better time to get acquainted with her surroundings? Keeping a reasonable distance from him, she took a deep breath in, her eyes growing complacent. "And here I thought I'd never see the light of day again!" She chirped, "You don't intend on couping me up in that little room, I hope. It's not like these mountains are easy to travel through anyways," She said pointedly, "How did you find this place anyways?" Yes she was prying, but it was partly because knowledge was power, and now that she finally learned his <em>name</em>, a name remembered in Heaven, it might be worth it- though questioning her superiors was treasonous- to know a bit more about him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 05:21:09</strong>
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				“I made a deal with a very special lady, and she in exchange gave me this place. It was a rather nice trade. Though to be honest, I am still thinking I may have gotten the better half of the deal. “There is a reason you haven’t been found yet. This place? Angels will never find. Even if you do get out, and do leave, you will never be able to return to seek out revenge against me either. Love it here.” He smirked and paused looking back at her as she glanced around. “Your not going anyplace Katia. So stop it.” No, he could not read minds, but he would be doing the same if he was in her shoes. Well, maybe not exactly the same. If his capture had been half as nice as he had been, he would likely show her a good time. Oh yes, and it was just as dirty as he was thinking. <br><br>“Your lucky I haven’t taken your wings yet. Or anything else, granted I have better things to do then hump self righteous pride filled birds.” He was baiting her again. It was going to be interesting to see her try to hold herself in check. No, she was to short tempered. “Let alone one who has no idea about how to kiss. I bet you actually look for reasons to run away from males.” He laughed, having no clue how right he may have been. It was just, his experience once more. The damned thing that would likely drive her to kill him. <br><br>Perhaps apart of him liked to see her flame up as she did. Glancing over at her he chuckled. “I am messing with you, are you always this serious?”&nbsp; then grinned. “You do realize that I think your reactions are funny. Full of puff and steam, short tempered, rather pretty… You turn the greatest shades of colors. I think I may keep you little bird. Whatcha thing? You could stay here with me.” He placed his hands on his hips. Wondering what she would say. Oh no angel in their right mind would agree, a wingless one maybe. Not by much of a choice however. “You do not need to answer that yet.” He smirked and turned away. “Today I need to change out your bandages, and the healing herbs along your wounds. Maybe see if your stitches need a bit of cleaning to. Granted you bathed, you did receive a lot of wounds. Its going to devastate you once your wings are gone, and so I need you rather healthy. Of course, not to much so, you’re a bit of a bad ass, and I do not like fighting anymore.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 07:32:10</strong>
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				<em>I know you heard that, Michael.</em> She thought miserably, her eyes darkening considerably. <br><em>We knew something was amiss when we couldn't track you by the fourth night... You will have to find a way to escape the mountains, soldier. Then, you will be free of all ties with the demon.</em><br>Easier said than done. Lazarus's little remark made her droop considerably, her aura even fading a sort of melancholy color. How did she become so unfortunate? <br><br>Well, he had had her sweet and even meek for a grand total of a few moments. Katia wasn't sure what he was getting at when he said 'things he could take from her', that is, until he cleared it up with his vulgar description. Boy, he read her perfectly, was she really so obvious? She was wondering why he would find her a good asset after he got her wings... And now that she knew, she began to panic! She was a angel who would lose their wings and then become the whore of a some recluse, fallen, demon! How the hell could this get any worse? Katia's face was flushed pink, her delicate nails digging into her pale palms without her knowing. Her jaw clenched painfully, sending her in a vise of pain. Oh, why couldn't she just attack him? Katia had an inkling of an idea that she might stand a chance, or at least be able to knock him around a little Unlocking her jaw and unclenching her fists, Katia gave a shaky exhale, tight with suppressed anger. <br><br><em>Stay rational. I wouldn't be opposed if you wanted to strike out soldier... Just make sure you know how to handle yourself.</em> She didn't have to be told twice. <br>"Stop calling me that! 'Little bird', argh." She protested in a hushed, yet aggressive tone, crossing her arms. "I told you my name, didn't I?" Despite her current attitude, Katia perked up a little as he spoke; a bad ass huh? No way! His previous disrespect and clear intentions to make her his servant were brushed off easily now. "You... really think so?" She asked, daring to take a few steps towards him, her expression was oddly the same one she wore around her superiors. Hopeful, bright and naive, and always eager to please. She preened happily for a moment, playing with some of her hair before rocking on her heels coyly. <br><br>"You know, Lazarus, you really don't know a thing about me. For all you know, I have kissed several men in Heaven," She responded innocently, clasping her hands in front of her. It was a bold faced lie but one that served, perhaps she could trick him as well. "Didn't anyone ever tell you not to underestimate your opponent?" She teased with a little proud smirk- Katia was capable of being flirtatious and charming, but it was frivolous parts of her behavior she rarely indulged in. After all, life was about war, being disciplined, and strength. The fun, little excitements of life were only acceptable to celebrate a favorable war. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 04:06:14</strong>
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				Blinking at her he smiled. Seeing her eager suddenly at his comment. “Well yeah…” He muttered a bit before arching a brow. When she started to get flirty he had to admit, he liked it. It was something rather cute and also alluring. She was innocent in so many ways. It would be appealing to anything old really. Young, and full of vigor and spite. It seemed though she was more then&nbsp; If he dared to make a move on her she likely would panic and react badly. Its not like she wouldn’t have the right too either. <br><br>“Your right I do not know if you have kissed before or not. I do know though you left a pile of dead demons before you fell. A good number of them.” Adding almost as an after thought. “The armor itself was well over 5 different ranks of demons class. Leaving a good number of bodies… or rather dust behind. ” She must have forgotten that she was not the only thing he had picked up that day. He would have to melt down some of the metals and sell them for raw profit. Others he could perhaps sell as is condition. Make a good golden flake from all of that. Keep food for himself and Ding for a long time. <br><br>He stepped closer to her, leaning in and letting his eyes grow lazy. The smile on his lips soft and even flirty as he leered at her hungrily. A hand lifting to rest in her shoulder then slowly slide down her arm. A low sound ebbed from his chest and it was clear he was purring a bit, the slow rolling clicks vibrating through his form. He stepped in closer and whisper along her neck. “Perhaps you could show me a few new things then? Enlighten this old man?” He grinned as he spoke in her ear. So close she could feel the heat rising off of his body. He could smell her sweet scent and found it very inviting. He held himself back a bit. Part of him wanted to push things, see if she would snap. Another part was curious if she would keep this game going. Wondering idly if instead she would panic and run off. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 21:59:54</strong>
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				"I'm an unforgiving fighter." She allowed sweetly, shrugging her shoulders. Oh, they had fallen to nothing but dust? Did he think she could forget? In a morbid sort of way, she reveled in it. Her strength was great, despite her youth, her impolished technique- there on the ground laid the proof. The angel's behavior was strange, as if some of her sweetness was mockery, thinly veiled to disguise some fallings in her behavior. <br><br>He had reciprocated her affections a lot more readily than she presumed he would. Katia's green eyes lowered as he approached her, taking a deep breath to calm herself. Again, that fight or flight sense seemed to kick in. It was not in her nature to return a man's affections- she was a bit of a hypocrite, often teasing men then turning away their flirtations. But this was different... It felt like a test of bravery. The angel was surprised the way she responded to his touch, her arm alive with goosebumps. His skin was so warm, as was his breath. Because he was a demon, did she expect him to be some slimy, cold creature? Maybe she had to admit, at least to herself, this man had his own powers to attract. Her lips parted as he spoke, her chest rising. Katia's own hands halted on his shoulders, neither drawing him in nor pushing him away. Raising her eyes to his she rose a brow.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"A kiss is a kiss, Lazarus." She responded airily, dodging his request. "I don't think someone who has surely had many more years to master this would be unaware of something I knew." Surprisingly, she did not turn away, rather gave him a mischievous grin, "Doesn't practice make perfect? Though," She relented, taking a few paces back. <br><br>"If you've spent the last hundreds of years couped up in a secluded cabin, perhaps you have forgotten how. Anything I should have to show you would go to waste on someone who could hardly remember how." Her teeth dragged on her bottom lip, and she placed her hands on her hips. Oh, she was talking a mighty talk for something she knew nothing about. But she had baited him thus far, backing away would be cowardly, wouldn't it? She had to convince him she had some gall.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 02:40:01</strong>
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				Those elegant hands moved behind his back and laced together loosely as she stepped away. His webbed tattered coat tails shifting in the breeze. Grinning he stood straighter. His eyes still sly and even a little needy. It was cute really, this mocking character turning the tables and showing he had more then just a flirty side. He was possibly a bit romantic as well. She was being coy and brave, her words teasing, she even moved in a way that begged for more attention. It was more then that however, it was a bit of a challenge. When she finished her own low blow teasing mockery he nearly giggled. It was funny and he had to admit it was a good comeback. Instead of commenting on him being alone, he decided to turn to a different subject then him being alone and untrained. “Then you have never truly been kissed.” He purred to her. Voice a bit gruff from the grumbling sound. <br><br>“A kiss can linger, it can burn the body and soul.” His eyes closed slowly and he tipped his head back in thought. “ A kiss Sets fire to places one never imagined and calls out to a more primal side that begs for proper attention.” He lowered his gaze down. Those mismatched colored eyes meeting hers as he grinned at her.<br><br>“A kiss can be many things however, a simple hello on the cheek from a friend or family.” He dared to step closer and kissed her cheek softly. He moved back slightly and moved around her circling her slowly. He did not touch her but came to face her, standing much closer to then before. Hands still clasp behind him. Still so near to her form. Yet not in a threatening way. He was playing along. Seeing how far she would take the game. Perhaps if he gave her moments of control of it she would play a little longer. He had no intentions of being to naughty. This was fun. He was enjoying it. “A kiss on the hand a charm or sign of respect.” Taking her hand into his and kissing her knuckle. Eyes locked on hers as he bowed and did so.<br><br>Lazarus did something unexpected, and the wolf Ding stood off to the side watching, his head tipping to the side as his master knelt before the angel. The demon lifted his face up to her, locks of jagged black hair fell away from his sharp catching features. Arching his own brow and giving a rogue’s sideways smile he spoke again. “Then a kiss from those who can be brought to worship your very presents, begging for your attention and lavishing in it when its given.” His hands moving up to grip her hips, thumbs pressing along the bones through the fabric of her clothing. Then they slowly slipped down her legs before taking the hem of her make shaft clothing. He dared to lean in and kiss the ends of her curtain coverings and looked up at her. Those lovely full lips of his peeling back in a knowing smile. Dark secrets of possible lust awaiting one who would willingly give him the chance. She believed him lost in the mountains? HAH! He was a merchant, of course he left his hobbling often. A very social creature. Though he was not about to ruin the mood by admitting what a hungry lover he could be. Besides, he was still after something else before making her entirely his. <br><br>“I have a feeling, you have yet.. To truly be kissed.” Slowly he rose to his feet. Standing well over her height, yet his hands moved back behind him once more and clasp softly. “Feel like having something to eat bir-” He paused and then corrected. “Katia?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 21:50:58</strong>
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				It appeared their game was going to continue. Katia's grin was one of sincere childish excitement, somewhat gleefully anticipating his next move. There was a shared giddiness between the two, as it seemed they both were enjoying the other's retaliations. "Have too!" She retorted back cheerfully, surprisingly he hadn't made her mad... Yet. <br><br>Letting her eyes peer off aimlessly as he spoke, Katia listened to him carefully, her demeanor peaceful. However, it was all she could to not shiver at his words? A primal side, one that had to be given attention? She didn't think she had one, did she? Well, it was a good thing- it sounded terribly dangerous! <br><br>The first kiss landed on her cheek, and the young woman felt her face and suppressed a shy laugh. Keeping her eyes forward as he circled her, Katia took in a deep breath before he faced her again, this time taking her hand. It was easier to appear less embarrassed than before; he had kissed her hand previously. Well, his little lesson was over so now- wait, what? The angel's eyes widened as he knelt in front of her, taking the smallest step back. She understood the last two...&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Um... What does that even mean?!" Katia squeaked nervously, the pressure leaving her hip bones and going down further her legs. His final kiss made her jump, her hands curling into fists, the angel could not contain a soft whimper. One that could have been out of fear, or from an entirely different place. Lazarus had succeeded in making her face burn, now she felt a burning in the pit of her stomach, too. Was that what he was talking about earlier? The angel began to panic.<br><br><em>Michael, for the love of Gabriel, I need to pray! You think I'll have the opportunity?</em> She heard a heavy sigh.<br><em>... By all means, if you think it'll save you from getting another peck on the cheek.</em> He drawled sarcastically, a snort of laughter escaping. <br><em>Sir, I- it's not funny!!!</em><br><br>Snapping out of her thoughts Katia's eyes rested on him and she wailed, "No!!" Realizing how loony she sounded, her voice dropped considerably. "No... Um, I need water. Fresh water, please." <em>Cold</em> water, at that. Angels didn't need much food but she needed to cool down. Hell, she'd throw herself in that pretty lake soon.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 03:35:47</strong>
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				He ignored it, the scent of her body. Oh how lovely such a creature would smell. He had spelt so long hating angels, and should still hate them. Really at one point there was a powerful distain for them. Over time he came to hate demons too, stupid selfish beings who had fallen in line to take orders once more. Always orders, always being told what to do. It wasn’t that he minded it all that much, but what sort of cause did any of them fallow? <br><br>Her scent and sudden yell out of no made him blink at her and step back. When she calmed and said, no she wanted water he nearly frowned. “I had hoped to get something good to eat to. Ah well, come on then.” He told her and started walking again. It seemed the game was over, the chase was done, she had fallowed his change of subject and in a sense also rejected it. Not to badly, he didn’t take it personal. There was no point in keeping the charm going yet either. Though, glancing back at her, she was something interesting. Shoving the ideas from his thoughts the idea of pairing with an angel nearly caused his stomach to knot. It was almost to hypocritical even for himself? Then again, he tended to go against the normal formation.<br><br>Though if she was not careful his temper could flare and there was possible problems with it. In the end even if had once been a sweet angel himself, he was far from that innocent being of light. He was closer to the darker cruel demon he had become, but since being on earth even that was becoming a bit less. <br><br>Leading her back to his home she was not chained or pulled, though it was clear if she planned on making a run for it, she had better real creative really quick. “What do you know to do anyways? I mean, are you even useful?” He asked as he sat down at his table and kicked his boots up into its surface. Pointing at the pitcher of fresh water on the counter for him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 23:36:19</strong>
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				So, he would leave her to herself for now? Katia relaxed, her face still so inflamed. Placing a palm to her cheek, Katia fretted. What was the matter with her? She did want him to leave but... It was kind of interesting when he was near her. There was something curious about it, but still scary. Following him wordlessly, Katia looked around somewhat forlornly at the landscape. She would have to find another time to try to escape, he could catch her so easily right now.&nbsp; <br><br>The angel gave a haughty huff, her narrow shoulders heaving and she crossed her arms. "What are you insinuating? You think I just run around and pick fights with demons?" She retorted, leaning forward. <br><br>Pulling out one of the chairs and throwing herself in it, she looked at him for a moment. Taking a glass and filling it, she took a hearty sip, her eyes watering from the chilled water. Setting it down, she cleared her throat, "I train new recruits, I aid weak soldiers, I study ice spells. I also am quite the blacksmith, I have added runes to my own weaponry and melted metal myself. I can craft armor too, if given a good amount of time. I..." She faltered, biting her lip. Well, what else could she mention, other than fighting? <br><br>"Though you may not consider this a skill, I read books of the influential men in Heaven and philosophy and discuss them frequently. I can play the lute, and I dance often." She finished, crossing her arms over her chest. <br><br>"What, you think I can be your little maid? Cooking, cleaning?" She sneered distastefully. "I was raised to be a fighter- it is my life. It was not my duty to learn these things." Downing another glass, Katia exhaled deeply, the blush fading from her face and limbs, letting her think more clearly. "I don't suppose you have many hobbies outside making your next big profit?" She challenged, clearly becoming more bold agian.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 02:38:12</strong>
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				Lazarus smirked at her as she spoke and seemed so... well to be honest a bit full of herself. Who could say he was any different? It seemed the flirting game was now over, and for as much fun as it had been, she was right back to business as usual. He had to idly wonder how long it would be before she turned back into a raving heated female with venom in her teeth? Oh why not test it? "You mean your actually good at something besides talking out of turn?" he gasp for a moment. "I’m shocked." Then rolled his eyes. When she spoke of him having hobbies he gave a strange smile and looked away from her. "I have a few." He ventured to say, and then stopped there. It seemed if he was going to go into detail he would have started. Instead he turned the conversation back to her once more. <br><br>"Did you know demons have this strange ability to sense innocents in others? I suppose its apart of our once divine characteristics. I am more inclined to believe its likely out of the fact that we just enjoy messing everything up. You my fine friend, are far from innocent.” He grinned at her and his express turned dark. Wicked. “Your as big a killer as I am. A sick twisted pleasure in slaying your enemy. I can see it in your eyes, the pleasure you take from breaking one of the most precious of rules laid out before us all. Do not kill. Did you know the reason god grew so angry with the first war? Was because his beautiful children killed. We thought ourselves so powerful, so strong, then after… we learned the truth. We were nothing but experiments. Toys, the imagination of a childish god.”<br><br>He leaned back in his chair even more and those eyes of his grew sly. “Only fools never question those they work for, even the more foolish are those who fight with out knowing the cause. So far you have displayed so many different sides of yourself, that I am starting to think you have no clue what in the world it is you even want. So lets say you leave. You managed to some how get away from my horrible abuse.” He drawled. “What are you going back to? More fights? More battles? Another chance of possibly actually being killed and forgotten?” He grinned and leaned in. “Why not use your skills on this planet, and actually better the world with it?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 05:42:02</strong>
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				Katia sulked childishly in her seat, his little barb grating on her nerves. Upon hearing his next comment, Katia shrugged. "I'm not innocent? That's a compliment, coming from you." She grumbled, slouching in her spot like a wayward teen. Katia decided to sit and bear his words... Well, that was the plan. <br><br>Katia should have expected he direct all the fire towards her again, and she grit her teeth. Admist his words, she heard a voice. <br><em>Child! Child, I... We are losing communication. You are in a heavily charmed area... We can't keep strong connection to you... Katia.</em><br><em>Michael? Michael! Please, what do you mean? Are you still here?</em><br><br>"Actually better the world!" She repeated angrily, raising in her spot and placing her hands on her hips. "How cute, coming from a <em>demon</em>, a creature who's very purpose is to deny Earth any happiness! How dare you!" Her green eyes hardened and she took a step forward, standing over him as he sat, leaning forward. <br><br>"You think I do nothing to better this world? You say the humans are created in our image, so how can I be doing nothing to promote happiness if I kill the creatures intent on the destruction on innocence?" Her voice was challenging, but now icy cold and demanding as well. <br><br>"You know what, Lazarus, you have some nerve for attacking me for fulfilling my duty and not straying from it. You were once an angel, you once had a born duty, why did you stray from it? Obviously, you must've lacked the discipline, the faith. I have always been disciplined. I have never questioned my superiors. I am seventy years old." She swallowed, it was practically a newborn for an angel. <br><br>"Do you think anyone else that young has ever risen as high as I have? No, and that is why. I know my place and my duty in life- to defend the faithful, the mortal, and follow the God of War Gabriel until whatever fated fight makes me draw my last breath. That is my given purpose, my achievements, my battles, my faith in Gabriel. I do not search for purpose, because damnit, I am already given one to follow!" She heaved a dramatic, uppity sigh as she finished her rant. <br><br>Jabbing a finger into his chest, her eyes narrowed and she leaned in closer to him as he sat. "Your own view has become quite skewed, dear demon." Her voice was soft now, mockingly sweet. "Is it because you have lived among mortals so long that your own purpose is gone, to be filled with frivolous, Earthly pleasures?" She asked, not backing down but staying put. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 06:18:18</strong>
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				Arching a brow as she stood over him. Seeming so powerful and so righteous he chuckled at her. She was getting so mad, so angry. It was funny as hell. He chuckled, and lifted a hand to his mouth to cover over his fangs. “Thank you, I am cute.” he said softly and then slowly rose, this action caused her to be forced to step back otherwise press into him. She stood over him, gave a dashing smirk and stepped away from her. “Your also easily baited. I was testing your resolve.” He chuckled again. “You loose angel.” He grinned and moved over and around the kitchen and started to make food. Unlike the night before when he had snapped and locked her away, this time he appeared passive. Rather uncaring to her sudden burst or grand indifference. <br><br>“You do a lot of talking and so very little listening, but its what makes you so fun to be around.” chuckling again he started to pull things from his ice box and then blinked. “Ding!” The wolf peeked his head inside looking for the male. He blinked up at the demon. “Can you pull the box from the water, see if we have anymore of that goat left.” The wolf turned away and headed back out the door. The demon kept a box chained down in the water. It was air tight, but also… kept things very cold. <br><br>Turning back to her once more he chuckled again. “It doesn’t take much to get you roused does it?” He stepped closer to her once more, his arm coming around her form and pulling her in. He leaned down, his body pressed tightly to hers and whispered in her ear. “Mark my words on this, home… is a lot further away then you can even begin to imagine, because you have yet to truly find your place.” He smiled and kissed her neck softly. For a moment he contemplated on stepping away, but he had decided to push things a bit. His hand moving down her form to grip her ass and slightly lift her before he purred into her ear. “I wonder what else rouses you.” He chuckled softly and waited, prepared for her to lash out and strike him for daring to touch what was forbidden. All for the sake of entertainment to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 07:08:31</strong>
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				Darting back as he stepped forward, Katia moved in accordance to him, as if prepared to fight. Well, she was expecting him to attack her, honestly. She hoped her little spectacle had made him a bit uncomfortable, angry, defensive. Then he might know how it felt like. Instead, the demon seemed more than content to mock her, and his words put her at unease for a moment. <br><br>Oh God, was he going to take her wings? Katia watched him fearfully for a moment, her lips parting when he called his hound. Pivoting to face the beast, Katia stood still for a moment. Food? He was just... Oh. Her shoulders relaxed, and the angel took in a deep breath. <br><br>Her peace was short-lived. Back pedaling swiftly as he approached her, Katia yelped as he grabbed her, unable to stop from wriggling in his grasp. Gritting her teeth, a familiar sign of her aggression, she&nbsp; &nbsp;rose her chin defiantly. "And you know my place?" She snapped, a soft noise escaping her as he kissed her neck, her body jerking the slightest on a reflex. Her head tilted upwards, and her eyes squeezed shut. Was he... Trying to make the burning feeling come back again? She could feel it in her abdomen once more as he grabbed her again, the unfamiliar lust was over ruled by intense anger. <br><br>Well, if he wanted her to hit him, he didn't need to convince her anymore. <br><br>The angel's very aura was red, her usual glow more vibrant now, her features sharpened and nearly bringing a glow to the room. Her eyes were wet with unshed tears, but if he thought they were tears of embarrassment, shame, or even fear, he was dead wrong. Tears of unbearable frustration. "You... You unthinkable, lowly, bastard!!" Her hands seized him now, nails digging into his arms. The ice that shot from her hands was cold, bitterly cold, and the shock of it had her released. <br><br>Katia's tirade did not stop there. Her teeth clenched she hit him hard, shoved him really. With that one shove, she pushed him again, perhaps not seriously hurting him but hell, that felt amazing. Finally physically exerting her aggression out on him, she shoved him again, and again. "You want to know what rouses me?" She spat, her fists pummeling his chest continuously. "Old, demonic, pricks who can't keep their hands to themselves, and insist on driving me to commit every act of violence possible!" Finally ending her attacks, Katia panted breathlessly, her hair slightly askew. "I wish I could come up with an insult low enough to give you," She breathed, her eyes going to the floor before she saw the door ajar. The hound had gone outside. <br><br>Overcome with this wild wrath, the angel trembled with anger and pointed a finger at him. And then, she said something she had <em>never</em> said before, something she waited a long time to issue to anyone. <br><br>"Lazarus, go <em>fuck</em> yourself!" The words felt extremely dirty and crude on her lips. <br><br>Slamming her foot on his, the angel pivoted and darted out the door, into the dark, cold forests surrounding the cabin, sprinting blindly for now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 04:02:55</strong>
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				It was as he had expected, her reaction? It was beautiful. He had planned on cleaning out her wounds and checking her stitches, the angel had been badly wounded, but… something felt off, one moment she was sweet and coy, the next raging. It was similar to a teenage human, or in her case a very young angel. His little tests and jabs seemed to do as he wanted. Showed him just, how hurt she was. The female shoved him, hit him, scorned and fretted. <br><br>It was beautiful and he could only grin madly as she lashed. Oh he had really done it now. So she had a limit? When she dashed out the door he grinned wickedly and walked over to it. Leaning over and peering outside. <br><br>The only sign of her passing was the damage in the wooden door itself. It was thrown back with such a force from her fleeing it caused the wood to crack. That, and lovely little foot prints along the ground and dirt. He chuckled and then started to walk, fallowing her trail. He could smell her, the scent of an angel was not to hard to track. Especially one with wounds. <br><br>When he had found her, it had been on the main land with a carriage and horse. She never asked how they got to the island, or how to leave it. Little secrets he kept to himself. The large black horse was actually on the island, and crossing the icy waters was stupid, even for supernatural beasts. If she did make it off, then she would likely get lost in the mountains. This place was protected, and she would have one heck of a time navigating herself. She hit him hard, that told him she was stronger then she was letting on. It also told him that if he didn't do it now, he may never get the chance again. His chest and body hurt a bit from her movements. <br><br>However, he had a thrill inside of him. A pure running excitement. This was a hunt… and he was the predator. A shiver ran down his spine and he lowered to the ground a bit, sniffing the air. And, the hunt began. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 05:47:53</strong>
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				So... She may have been in a little over her head. It took Katia to notice these disadvantages after she bolted from the cabin. One, she had bare feet, not exactly the best for running around in the cold, especially in the snow. Two, her wounds were still fresh enough to leave an obvious scent. Three, it would be dark soon and that would pose problems for vision and her <em>illuminatia</em>. When it got dark, her aura would glow brighter, lighting her body up like a friggin' Christmas tree. And lastly, she forgot the small little detail that they were situated on an island. Whoops. <br><br>So that slowed down the escape some. <br><br>Now weaving her way through the exotic gardens outside Lazarus's house, the shrubbery concealed her form and she moved briskly. She had no idea how to get off the island yet, so this running now was merely stalling. The angel did not once slow her pace, taking paths as she found them, often times stealing a glance to see if the demon was hot on her pursuit. He was nowhere to be found, but that offered little to no consolation. She expected him to appear suddenly, like he was appearing out of thin air, and seize her. Giving a shudder Katia bit her lip, quickening her pace as she moved out of the garden and to a more wooded area of the island. <br><br>She didn't dare go in the water and swim. Katia knew that they only thing she'd accomplish was being caught, losing her wings, and losing a limb to hypothermia. But perhaps... She could fly over it? <br><br>Katia slowed her pace, ducking behind a shed the demon had built. Panting harshly, she braced her hand against the building, bracing herself. The angel groaned as she put all her energy forth and her wings fluttered, ever so slightly. The pain was not immense. Maybe...<br><br>She had no time. It was her sole chance, otherwise she'd be running in circles, a fruitless escape with this demon. Raising from her spot, Katia fled past the shed and into the wooded area again, her long blonde hair flying behind her. She maneuvered clumsily through the brush, the branches tugging at her hair, scraping her forearms. The sound of the frigid river nearby, Katia slowed as she came to the edge of the island. She glanced around again nervously, her hands snaking around her arms. It was now or never. <br><br><em>Michael, can you hear me? If so, please pray for me.</em><br>There was no response, but she did not wait as she cried out her hand extending towards the river. A small, block of ice froze in the river and she jumped, nearly falling into the frigid water as she stumbled onto the block. She had to move fast. Feeling her wings flutter, her face contorted to one of suppressed pain as she felt her wings lift her, carrying her the rest of the way across the river. Well, almost the entire way. <br><br>Her strength failed her and Katia crashed into the water as she reached the bank on the other side, dousing her bottom half. Unable to suppress a shrill shriek, Katia dragged herself out of the river, her hair wet as well and clinging to her waist, as was most of her dress. Shivering, Katia's pale shoulders hunched, her hands clasping over her heart in an attempt to warm herself. <br><br>She didn't know where the demon was, and she was becoming too scared to even look. Taking a deep breath, Katia was relieved to find a dirt path amongst the snow to follow- at least her feet wouldn't have to go through that torture yet, she thankfully was not drenched. <br><br>The angel hastened down the dirt path, breathing shakily, unsure where to go from here. The stumble she had taken had strained her wounds, pulling on the stitching and stretching the cuts. In a short amount of time her legs were mostly dry and she veered off the path; she was sure the demon could easily cross the river, and he would be behind her very soon.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 23:32:21</strong>
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				She was gone…<br><br>The only remnants left behind. Feathers, footprints. Lazarus tracked her to the end of his island. The female had found the only place closer to land. It was a grand distance, and from what he could gather and from the mess of feathers left behind she had made it off. Her scent stopped here. Those eyes of his narrowing to look across the embankment. She wouldn’t be able to get to far. She was hurt, bare footed, and against the elements. Arching a brow he sighed and stepped back. <br><br>Removing his coat&nbsp; and tossing it to the side, his markings and tribal like tattoos started to shift and move. Peeling away from his form and shifting into a pair of large wings as they separated from his skin. The large bat like wings stretching and spreading as he grinned. A moment later? He was in the air and flying across the waters. Ok so no big huge surprise right? When he landed on the other side he picked up her scent again. She was ahead of him still, but for how long was unknown. Or how far. He gritt his teeth and grinned. He was going to get her, and then take those wings. She would be his and he would reveal in it. She was bringing out a side of him that he had not felt in some years now. <br><br>The thrill of this all was almost as good as sex. Nearly as good as food. He found his heart racing and his skin tingled with anticipation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 19:35:28</strong>
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				Katia had no way of navigating the mountains. The only logic she could muster was this; she was situated on top of mountains, between two peaks. She wanted to leave said mountains. Down was good, up was bad. Whenever the trail began a slow decline downward she raced down, wincing at her wounds. <br><br>There was some tenderness, perhaps even swelling, in her right ankle. Pausing in her desperate flight for a moment, she examined it and upon a further look, her delicate ankle was bruised. How had she managed to do that? She had fallen quite high off the ground and hit the water and rocky floor beneath it hard. Her situation continued to look more grim as she went on. <br><br>Speaking of her ankle, the angel really wasn't in as good as shape as she presumed. Her wounds were reopening, her wings fluttered weakly behind her and even had a few bloody tears along them, and her strength was frail, making her every movement feeble. Her dress was still wet, clinging to her body and making her shiver, drying uncomfortably. She had, after all, just managed to mostly recover from a bloody fight, and had taken no time to work up her power.&nbsp; And now as darkness hit, the angel's body glowed against the dark exterior, not as strong as it would if she was really healthy, but enough so she felt far too noticeable. <br><br>She had to carry on, and if he caught her well- she would make sure it had been a damn good chase. Limping the slightest as she continued the dangerous, slippery trek downwards, Katia mewled quietly when branches and thorns tugged on her curtain dress, her arms, and sometimes even her legs. She had veered far off the path now, and was actually going a much further distance now that she went straight down the mountains. Coming to a clearing, Katia slowed, gasping for breath, her hair falling in front of her shoulders as some meager form of warmth. Turning around, she could see the large cabin looming. It was no great distance away, but she had made it farther than she thought she could.&nbsp; <br><br>Leaving the clearing, the angel continued to the pant heavily, now walking was a show of great exertion. She hunched over, staggering on, a hand going over her eyes. If she kept moving like this, he would spot her, and she wouldn't be fast enough to escape. Katia had to admit that she could go no further- her back and wounds now were quite a bloody mess- and try to hide. <br><br>Finding a small, narrow ditch in the forests, Katia carefully lowered herself in, it's depths just barely enough to hide her at the surface. In the darkness of the ditch, her body still shone, but there wasn't much more she could do to cover herself. Her breath was shaky, but she managed to take slower, deeper breaths to stay quiet. Her eyes drifting shut, the angel looked like she was sleeping but she was really listening. Listening intently, at that. She did not know if the demon would manage to find her, or presume she had made it as far as she did.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 21:53:31</strong>
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				Her plan was both good and horribly flawed. a hunter would be silent in his movements. The wind had started to pick up a bit and now no longer on the island the cold mountains would only get cooler as night crept into them. Lazarus didn’t want her dead, and he could tell from the scent more of her wounds had opened up. It was stronger on this side. He walked very carefully, using his wings to keep his booted landings very light. He had hunted angels before, this was not a first. Though honestly it had been a long time since he had. <br><br>The places she had hit him with ice before started to sting a bit in the cooler weather on this side of the mountains. As he moved he would find little signs of her passing. Small shreds of her clothing. A strange of hair. A feather here or there. Indeed, this female was more frantic about getting away then worrying of covering her tracks. <br><br>He kept moving, slower, careful. Making sure not to miss a single sign. One would think with darkness coming it would be a bit harder for him, but he was a demon. Nighttime was his friend. Reaching into his pocket he pulled free a vile, the demon was actually very good at making potions. He sold all sorts of interesting rare things to humans and yes… all of them worked. Shaking it then opening it, he took one of her feathers out of his pocket and dipped it inside. Once that was done he started to pour out the potion. Almost as if it was a homing device a long line of green shot through the snow and paved a trail for him to fallow. The potion and her feather made it easier to track her, leading him right to her. No longer needing to be careful he ran after the trail. <br><br>It wasn’t long till he found her, but ran passed the opening in the ground, making her think he had moved on and giving her a false sense of security. This was in hopes that she would come out on her own, and once she did he would pounce on her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 23:42:46</strong>
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				Katia heard it. It was a soft, distant sound, but when she strained she could easily identify it. They were footsteps. Katia felt her breath hitch nervously, but squeezed her eyes shut. The steps were not the slow, calculated steps she'd imagine a tracker would have, but quick, thoughtless even. <br><br>Her teeth grit, muscles cording in her neck and shoulders as she felt the steps approach even closer. Would he bother to look in the ditch? His footsteps easily glided past her hiding spot and her eyes snapped open. What? He couldn't have missed her... Right? Katia couldn't get her hopes up. Why wouldn't he bother to check? <br><br>The angel wondered if he figured she had gotten farther than she did. After all, she had exhibited a lot more strength earlier than she possessed now. He probably didn't know she had fallen when coming off the island. So, it was a question of waiting. A long time passed before the angel took another breath. If he was moving forward, she could perhaps sneak up behind him and attack. It would make her later escape easier. <br><br>The first thing that appeared out of the ditch was two, pale hands, clutching each side of her hiding spot. Getting a solid grip on the dirt ground, her knees bent and became visible, and the angel noiselessly raised her head and shoulder noiselessly. Shaking her head, Katia shivered, looking behind her and two the sides. He wasn't even in sight. Oh Gabriel, where had he gone?&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 02:15:27</strong>
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				He was hidden and the moment she let herself be seen his hand reached down and gripped the base of one of her wings, ripping her free from the hole she was hiding it. “Hello lovely.” He said with an amused tone before pulling her light body completely free and holding her out and away from him. The wolf hound was not around them, so for the moment it was just them. His grip on he wing was tight, nearly crushing the bone that was attached to her back.<br><br>He was trying to subdue her with little effort. He was prepared for her to fight and because of that every move she made was met. She was wounded, he was not. Even if she got in a few good hits he held her tightly and growled low. He should just rip them off now and leave her to die. The idea was appealing and his bloodlust started to rise. His heart slamming in his ear he imaged her in the snow, scattered and wingless. Her body pouring blood and her wounds left unattended. Oh it felt amazing, powerful, thrilling. <br><br>Blinking his eyes though he tried to control that wide evil side of himself. That hungry lost side that begged for release. The monster that he had spent so much time to tame and silent. He shivered again softly and took a few breaths trying to make sure he didn’t do just that. “Hold the fuck still! Or I will just fucking kill you. I am reaching my limit angel with my own kindness and your continued struggles are only feeding the beast.” He warned her. Indeed, it was calling and he was trying his best to ignore it. His fangs growing a bit longer and finally he gripped her and pulled her so her back was pressed to him, wings forced to spread as his hooked under her arms and his mouth bit down on her neck. <br><br>Oh, he could sing of the taste of her blood. The purity of her virgin sweetness. He moaned against her as he drank her and drained her in an effort to weaken her to the point of passing out. He wanted her alive, and he was going to have her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 04:13:28</strong>
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				Katia felt her own heart begin hammering in her chest as he seized her, his voice constantly mocking hers. "No!" She wailed, kicking her feet uselessly and wriggling with all her might. She felt as though she was submerged in water, swinging slowly as she tried to hit his gut and failed, then ram the heel of her fist into his nose, and kick him in the stomach. All of her attacks failed as he quickly responded, blocking her. She was much too weak now to stand a chance against him. <br><br>"Let me go!" The angel demanded, but her voice was so frail, nearly childlike again. His grip on her wing nearly made her collapse right there, he could have snapped them if he wanted to. She had tried to so hard to outsmart him, and now what? Her escape hadn't solved a damn thing, other than wearing her down more, both mentally and physically. All of this- freezing, bleeding, running- only made him more vicious with her. <br><br>She could see the change in his eyes, they were growing terribly cold, <em>demonic.</em> She had mocked Lazarus for acting as if he was human; the angel now preferred that side of him to this. But, Katia would never allow it so he scared her. Despite that, she seemed to quiet down quite a bit after he spoke. Mulling over the romantic ideals, the glory of death, the realization hit her hard- she did not want to die, she was simply too young, there were too many things she never experienced. Katia's head gave a slow, painful nod. <br><br>"I'm not struggling." She whispered softly, slouching in his grip. Hell, she was simply too tired. She had been putting up one helluva fight these past days and right now, with such little strength, she simply couldn't. <br><br>The angel braced herself heavily against him when he brought her back to his chest, her head lolling to the side. Her eyes fluttered, her conscious stirring painfully once more as he brought his mouth to her neck. "Don't-!" The angel wheezed before his teeth sunk into her skin, her eyes squeezed shut and she gasped. <br><br>The bite wasn't painfully as she initially presumed it to be. It was... Well, it made her woozy. There was something oddly calming about the way her blood coursed through her body as he drank, and Katia was once again leaning heavily onto him. She could barely register his moan, and it brought a response out of her; a soft, content mewl. <br><br>Katia blinked listlessly for a moment, fighting the drowsy feeling as long as she could. She stayed awake for quite sometime before Lazarus would notice her eyes simply closed, as if she had fallen asleep. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 06:09:47</strong>
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				He felt her body relax, her heart slow. The warmth of her was growing weaker and for a few moments he took pure bliss of it.&nbsp; A life, oh he would devour her! Body and soul and all. <br><br><em>that’s enough now.</em><br><br>Came a very soft and gentle voice. It was motherly, warm, and he felt himself growl against it. Fighting, no, no! he would have it all! Everything! <br><br><em>Lazarus Dean… That… is enough.</em><br><br>The tone a touch more stern. Nothing harsh however, it was strict. Demanding in a kind but very commanding way. He tried to resist but found himself listening. No, this was not who he is now. He was something better then this! He was not a monster! Pulling his lips free he hugged the unconscious female to himself panting. His body shivering as he felt her power moving through him. It was amazing, intoxicating and he felt such a shame over it. His body shaking as he tried to restrain his emotions. The wave of it hit him so hard and fast that he thought he would end up vomiting. He didn’t of course. <br><br>Taking a few breaths, he shifted the female in his arms and turned her to carry her. Walking back the way they had come, it started to snow and the wind was picking up. He lead her form with him back to the bank of the lake. Looking up he saw something moving under the water towards him. It slowly lifted out of the water as it drew closer and the flooring more shallow. A few moments later a large turtle shell lifted, then its head and the movements of its legs. Blinking down at the demon it turned slowly and he made his way up onto its shell. The large creature took him across the waters once more and to his island. <br><br>An hour later the angel was back in the bed he had made for her, wounds cleaned again and her body wrapped in one of his longer shirts. Not something he would wear himself, purple was not really his color. Sitting out in the living room he had lit a fire. The doors closed and locked, but the angels bedroom door was left ajar. He had to use some of his own healing potions to restore her blood he had taken. The powers of it still raging through his veins. The demon sat there watching the fire with his mismatched eyes. Half dressed in silken black pants and nothing else. His wings had returned to their hidden state. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 07:41:42</strong>
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				Katia laid peacefully in the bed, her breathing slow, even. Her color was slowly returning, giving the flush of life and sparkle of a healthy angel. Laying with her face against the pillow, her hands rested limply beside her, tangled in her hair. A few hours had passed since he had laid her in bed, and the angel had found herself in a deep sleep. She gave a contemplative murmur as she stirred, green eyes opening a few moments, trying to adjust to the darkness. The setting... She was back in Lazarus's home. Rising abruptly, she frantically searched the room, as if expecting him to be hovering over her. There was no one. <br><br>"Oww!!" The young woman hissed, and her hands went to her head. Flopping back down, she gave a small whimper of dismay. It felt like she had been brutally beaten; her whole body ached. Her arms and legs were heavy to lift and stiff, and her neck- Katia burned with a blush- had small imprints of teeth. When he had bitten her it was euphoric. Nothing like she had ever felt before. The angel felt her body shiver and wrapped her arms around her torso. Examining her ankle, it was still bruised. She could safely assume it had been sprained. <br><br>Frowning at the open door, Katia gingerly got out of bed, groaning as she did so. His shirt skimmed her knees, the fabric thankfully hiding her curves. She was a little shy to be dressed so, but honestly; he had seen her naked, did it really matter? Walking carefully outside, there sat the demon, his eyes absorbed in the fire. He wore only pants, the pale, chiseled skin of his chest glowed in the firelight. Katia stood in the shadows by her room, watching him for a moment. She doubted he would hear her. <br><br>Padding gently into the living room, the fire illuminating her features, Katia paused once more. "Hey," She began awkwardly, shifting uncomfortably in his shirt. Tucking a long piece of hair behind her ear, Katia watched him carefully as she took a seat adjacent to him. Not to get all comfy cozy, exactly, but to take the pressure off her ankle from standing. <br><br>He was just sitting there, after he healed her? Leaving her door open? Maybe he wanted her to say something- not that she hadn't talked his ear off already. Katia was so confused by his actions, she didn't know where to start. "I, um... What are you doing out here?" Her hands rubbed her arms, trying to warm her body by the fire. Outside, the sky was black and snow fell in delicate flurries, it was a quiet night.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 08:36:54</strong>
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				Her voice was unnoticed when she first spoke. However, his eyes shifted sensing movement once she came closer. Skimming her up and down his hand lowered from under his chin and laced his fingers together in his lap. One leg crossed over the other in a man casual way. Lulling his head to the side he listened to her and his eyes traveled back to the fire. <br><br>“Enjoying the fire.” He stated softly.&nbsp; “Its actually very beautiful.” he whispered and then let his mismatched eyes travel back to her face. A lovely featured face that seemed to catch his attention. His body ached then seeing her and he looked away quickly. She was inside of him now, and so very young. He sensed so much about her, not from his age either, from her very blood. It was pure, blissfully so. This for a demon could be rather toxic. In the sense of it being addicting. <br><br>“I cleaned your wounds again, you tore some stitches and sprang your ankle, hope it was worth all the trouble.” His tone was harsh, nearly fatherly. Stern and full of disappointment. Not really in her however, but why did she need to know the difference. “You would have died in those mountains. I guess dying in the mountains alone and wounded is truly honorable.” His tone softened a bit before he sighed. “There is water in the basin on the counter.” Lazarus pointed in the direction of the kitchen. His tone lazy and tired. He was not in the mood for her smart talk or actions. He was not in the mood for her snippet comments either. If anything the demon found himself surprisingly depressed.<br><br>His anger however was still fresh and even though she only did what anyone would do in her position he found himself unable to stop. Getting to his feet suddenly he advanced onto her, forgetting he had offered her water only a moment ago. His hands gripped the arms of her chair on each side and his face came with in inches of her own. “I could have killed you, I would have. You would have been drained and your soul would be inside of me right now. Your fellow angels? Your friends? They wouldn’t have done shit to avenge you either, you would just be another lost little pet they would have to replace.” His talons gripping the chair caused the fabric to rip a bit. “I am done playing with you.” His growl low. His hands moving to her thighs and traveling up, he gripped her hips and yanked her down the chair a bit. Shifting onto his own knees he forced her legs around him. Leaning in his eyes grew hard and heavy. “Your mine Katia, you had better realize that now. Every part of you belongs to me now. Even if you get away I will find you, I will hunt you down and I will return you to my refuge, there is no getting away from me now. You are apart of me now.” His hands moved higher, gripping her breasts and his mouth so close she could feel them brushing with each word. “Do you understand me little soldier?” <br><br>He was angry, how could he loose control? How could he let himself fall into that trap once more? This angel was going to be the death of him, and that being the case he was going to get every little bit out of her he felt he deserved. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 18:44:43</strong>
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				"Oh." They met eyes for a moment, before he turned away, abruptly. Katia lowered her own head her eyes drooping. She had slept for hours, but she was still so physically fatigued. Resting against the chair, Katia thought it was very possible she would drift off again, that is, until he spoke. <br><br>Frowning softly, Katia felt a little irritated by his words. But at the same time, she didn't look fondly on her little 'escape' either. All that work, the hope, just to be back here, at square one. Back when she had just been attacked by those demons, weak and recovering. At least then she didn't have a sprained ankle. <br><br>Was he speaking just to hurt her? Katia placed her hands on her temples, her eyes shut and rubbing her head. All she gave in response was a heavy sigh, opening her eyes to give him a tired, irritated stare. She was in no mood to fight him, she simply didn't have it in her to wail and gnash her teeth like she often times did. <br><br>About to take his offer up on the water and crawl back into her bed, Katia seemed to snap out of her sleepiness as he approached her. Jumping when his hands trapped her on the chair, Katia leaned back as far as she could when Lazarus spoke. Unable to just send him a dirty look this time, she brought her face closer to his as well, her eyes daring him to defy her. "That is not true! They would, but could not. Because of your damn charms on this place." Her voice was hoarse, a bit more delicate than when she usually attacked him. Softer, even. The angel was aware now, feeling his talons dig into the chair she sat in. She wanted him to leave, let her be alone, not to torment her like this when she felt too weak to defend herself. <br><br>Katia eyes widened considerably and gave a panicked gasp. He pulled her even closer, stretching her stiff, painful legs to wrap around him. Squirming uselessly, the angel's mind went in to overdrive, trying to find a way to fight him off. His words made her blood boil. She clenched her fists, preparing to tell him to go to Hell when his hands were on her breasts. Katia squeezed her eyes shut, her back arching in response to his touch. She pressed her lips together, repressing a quiet, unwanted moan. <br><br>"No," She protested breathlessly. Her hands finding his chest to push him away, her breath and lips pressing hotly on his own mouth, trying to sound like someone with conviction. "I am not yours. You could keep me here, day after day, until I die, and I still would not be yours." Though he had pinned to the chair, his hands on her body, the angel managed to tilt her head up, putting some distance between his mouth and hers. <br><br>"I am nobody's property, not even the commanders in Heaven may own me. And this is why- my will, what I want and choose, will be above whatever position I am given and-" Her eyes locked dead onto his. "Whatever situation I am forced to face." Her eyes softened the slightest. <br><br>"Why are you trying to scare me, Lazarus, into thinking that I am?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 19:08:21</strong>
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				Her question caused his own expression to soften for a moment. He looked regretful, shamed, it was written all over his being as he locked eyes with her. It moved away however, and the front of his anger returned. More then that, it was... as if he was wrapped in some strange desperation. <br><br>The daring look did nothing to fend him off, his hands cupped and touched her, brushing his thumbs across her nipples and he grinned at her sweetly. “Because your blood is inside of me now, you are apart of me now. There is no place you can go that I cannot fallow.” His voice was a purr and he leaned in again to nip at her chin. “You’re an angel, not a human, you are not gifted with the freedom of will. You do belong and fallow, and are commanded. You have a new master now, and though you would wish to be equals it is in your nature to fallow.” <br><br>He knew this himself, he was his own prison for this very reason. Try as he might at times Lazarus was the same as her, another pawn. The only difference between them, was he refused to take orders. Even if his will was not his own. <br><br>“You do belong to me, and I belong to you, we are intertwined now and there is nothing either of us can do about it.” He growled then and wrapped his arms around her form, she could feel his hands moving along her flesh. Exploring her. “I hate you for it.” He growled against her mouth. “I should have killed you, should have let you die in the snow, but now, I cannot let that happen. Does your tiny mind even perceive what it means when a demon feeds from an angel?” He chuckled and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “It means even if you leave here, you will always think of me. Part of you will always want to be near me. Will or not, your inside of me now.” He drug his mouth down to her neck, the place he had bitten her. Kissing it softly and lashing his tongue across it.<br><br>“Your innocent, and at the same time tainted. Even if you made it out, into heaven, my touch runs deep inside of you… your tainted.” He chuckled. “I can prove it.” He moved, pulling her with him and lay back on the fur resting in front of the fire. He placed his hands under his head and looked up at her. Leaving her straddling his hips. She could feel him already hard and throbbing between her legs. “Kill me, go ahead, I wont fight you, try it. Go ahead, kill me, and prove me wrong.” His grin grew more wicked. “Better hurry, because the moment you hesitate I am taking what I want from you, and believe me this time its not your wings.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 22:03:23</strong>
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				Katia's head fell back and her body bent closer to him, welcoming his touch. Her hair fell down her shoulders in waves, touching the small of her back. She felt her nipples peak at his touch, her expression one of bliss and desperation. Her hips pressed against his, his voice felt like honey to her. That is, until his growl brought her back to focus. He was angry with her? Was he fucking serious? <br><br>"You hate <em>me</em>? This is all your fault, Lazarus!" She accused, jabbing her fingernail into his chest. "Why did you do it, huh? What the hell were you thinking? It's not my fault! It's yours!" Katia sounded like the young angel she was, brash and wailing. Her fists hammered uselessly into his chest, jumping as his hands felt her bare skin, her stomach, thighs, back.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>They were on the floor before she knew it. Seeing his offer, Katia rose a brow, nearly growling herself. "Gladly." She hissed, her hand clamping on his neck. She hadn't noticed his arousal until now, and she bit her lip. God, his bite, she had remembered how it felt when he had pierced her skin. He was right; she couldn't do it. <br><br>She shook her head, looking around the room as if she was lost. "But I'm a..." She wavered off, her eyes meeting his own spitefully, watching as he smiled up at her. Well, the angel didn't doubt he knew about her virginity. And she didn't even bother trying to convince herself that he cared. Now, the whole prospect of it all was exhilarating and terrifying. A part of her wanted to go screaming back to her room, another wanted to strangle the bastard, and the other wanted to fulfill his desires. Well, <em>her</em> desires, too. Those were her choices...<br><br>"Damn you." Her voice wavered, and with that her lips crashed down on his. Her kiss was naive, clearly inexperienced, but also feisty. Her pretty hand was still clamped around his neck, as if it was some way for her to control him. Katia pressed her lips hard against his, feeling like her lungs would burst. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 23:00:22</strong>
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				He knew it, grinning up at her he watched her contemplate what she could do. Lazarus felt her lovely hand close around his throat. He purred, and she would feel the vibrations of it run all the way down his body. He shivered and was held in anticipation. Part of him wanted her to do it, a part that was tired of this on going living forever thing. His eyes closed just as she started to lean down, thinking she was going to do something to make sure he hurt.<br><br>What he felt surprised him and his eyes came open slowly, going wide. For a moment he did nothing, letting her pin him and kiss him. A moment later his lips parted and she would feel his forked tongue play into her mouth and wrap around her own tongue, ushering hers out and sucking on it. He moaned and his hands moved up her thighs. Gripping her hips before wrapping entirely around her form. He lifted his head and let her tongue go, deepening the kiss and moaning. His insides seemed to thrum and dance. <br><br>Her hand around his throat only made him that much more excited and he soon gripped her hair with his fingers. Rolling their bodies he continued to kiss her, moving to her neck where he lavished the sensitive areas with his tongue and lips. He was purring loudly now and roughly grinding himself into her. Hard and throbbing against the fabrics of his own silken pants. His hiss was more experienced, and hungry. His hands roved her, a moment later he pulled away from her and his talons gripped the shirt she was wearing, he ripped it open and gazed hungrily down at her exposed body. <br><br>She was still battered and bruised and he reminded himself to be gentle with her. Leaning in his hands traveled up her sides before cupping her breasts. His mouth wrapping around a hardened nipple where he sucked and nipped at her. “Fuck Katia, you taste so good.” He whispered, his kisses moving lower and he spread her legs. Cupping her sex and lightly teasing it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 00:12:35</strong>
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				Katia expected him to return her kiss, and do so aggressively. Trying to follow his lead as best as she could, Katia wriggled on top of him helplessly, her body on fire once more. Feeling his fingers tangle in her flaxen hair, Katia's second hand closed around his jaw, locking his mouth in place. <br><br>Barely aware of being pinned to the floor now, Katia gasped for breath, her head pushing back into the fur beneath them as he tortured her neck. Her knees bent, feeling his length press into her, she dared to meet her hips with his, her breath hitching in her throat. <br><br>He was moving so fast. Raising her head the slightest, she was utterly confused and a little self conscious when he pulled away. The angel felt herself blush like mad when he removed her clothing. She was a little ashamed of the bruises on her body, earned by her escape. <br><br>Looking at him shyly, Katia mewled when his mouth went to her breasts, her head falling back onto the ground. She was trying to relax, and stop worrying about being so exposed, but it was tough for someone as chaste as she. The young angel softly whispered his name, pleadingly, as he kissed down her body, her hands digging into the fur beneath them. <br><br>Groaning a little uncomfortably (she was still recovering, after all) as he spread her legs apart, Katia tensed up when his mouth continued further down her body. Oh God. A fit of nervousness over took her and Katia's hand clamped over her mouth. "Mmmph!" The demon's touch had been small, but it drove her crazy, his touch made her sex throb harder. "Lazarus, w-wait!" She panted, closing her legs with some difficulty. <br><br>The fire and their activity made her pale face flush with color, her hair sprawled out beneath her. Her hands concealing her breasts, Katia couldn't help but lose some of her usual bravado as he explored her body. She had never felt so completely vulnerable before. <br><br>"I..." She faltered, having a difficult time searching for the right words. As he stood over her, his chest burning in the reflection of the flame, Katia groaned. God, she really wanted him. He was bringing out some primal, raw side of her that was as addicting as it was frightening. Unfortunately, for Katia, she was having a hard time with her inhibitions. Her lust had gotten her this far, and now she was at the cross roads of eager to please and completely clueless.&nbsp; <br><br>"What are you doing? You're embarrassing me!"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 03:42:24</strong>
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				He pulled back panting, his hands moving to his own thighs to rest there and his head tipping back as he panted. Seeming to gulp breath. He realized he was moving to fast and his head lowered to meet her gaze. His hair falling across his eyes he gave her a surprisingly warm smile. “S-sorry, I got a little ahead of myself.” he told her softly and then leaned in over her. He pulled her ripped shirt closed and then leaned down to gently kiss her lips. His hands moving to rest on each side of her head as he shifted himself, making her put her legs back down he put one between hers and the other on the outside of her legs.<br><br>This was less imposing, less threatening. He cupped the side of her face giving her a couple more soft slow kisses and then whispered to her “Don’t be embarrassed, your beautiful.” He told her gently and then pulled away from her. “I should stop before I attack you again.” His tone light and joking, of course he hadn’t really attacked her persay, just got a bit carried away with things. <br><br>“You know there are things we can do that will keep you a virgin.” He told her, his hand moving down her body to her thighs. Then tracing them along the inside of her thighs softly before once again cupping her sex with his hand and pressing his thumb to her clit. He traced slowly, moving carefully and waiting for her to either let him continue or stop all together. Didn’t he just threaten her a moment ago?! Suddenly he was being gentle, careful, thoughtful of her wishes and comfort. The sudden change was strange, but he had not expected her to kiss him like that. It calmed him in his rage, but seemed to bring out that needy side she had yet to truly witness. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 05:31:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katia had no idea how he would react. She wouldn't have been surprised if he merely laughed at her and continued on. But she was, in no way, expecting him to ease up, smile at her like he did, and relent. Katia's mouth dropped, unable to respond to his sweet apology with nothing than an incredulous look. Kissing him almost absent-mindedly for a moment as her mind raced to keep up with her body. <br><br>She was disappointed. What?! Why?! He did what she asked! This was the part where she should have told him to screw off and run back to her room! But... What had been so attractive to her, when he was nearly forcing himself upon her? <br><br><em>The power struggle.</em> Oh, she was becoming devious, clearly. Wasn't sex supposed to be sweet and tender? She didn't want to be sentimental with Lazarus, and that wasn't an insult. Oh no; she fought him before, and she wanted to fight him again. Katia didn't realize how much she loved their shared aggression until he offered not to give it to her. She was born a fighter, it was how she got her high, it was how she survived. He had been right when he said she wasn't innocent- he had unmasked her competitive, aggressive streak, and she now she wanted to use it to it's full potential.&nbsp; <br><br>Shifting to give him more room, Katia's eyes shut. His hand pressed against a small, bundle of nerves that made it hard to keep still, her back arching, tugging on her bottom lip wantingly. "But I want to, um," Her eyes opened, looking into his, a new fire in them. Her hands grasped his jaw, fingers tangling into his hair. Guiding him down, her breath tickled his Adam's apple and she kissed his neck. <br><br>"I don't want to stop after this, Lazarus. I'm here, <em>naked</em>, on your floor- we're having sex." She warned him, her hands locking around his jaw. When did she become so bold? And so eager to sleep with him? It had to be the consideration he gave her. If anything, it only fueled and reassured her desire. Her lips crashed onto his again, this time her tongue exploring his mouth, careful and seeking. Kissing him was strangely intoxicating, she felt like she was drowning.&nbsp; Suppressing her fear of the unknown, Katia's hands were tugging at the strings of his pants, yanking to release the knots, and shoving the satiny fabric down his legs insistently. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 20:22:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon was a bit shocked at her, he blinked a few times those mismatched eyes and arched a brow. The tone she had was rather demanding and he found himself liking it. His heart never slowed, if anything it only seemed to pump harder in his chest. His breath hitching and he kissed her back. Her aggression called out to his and he growled a bit, not in a threatening way. Oh no, this was pleasing, all the teasing and threatening had caused a lot of pent up need inside of his form. <br><br>“Well, ok then.” he growled to her and gripped her wrists, as she moved to tug down his pants. He felt himself spring free and chuckled a bit at her eager actions. He shifted and yanked her suddenly with him, sitting on his knees with her up in his lap. His mouth at her neck as he bit and sucked at the flesh there. His movements returning to that hungry need he had once more. Yanking her against him, his hard shaft teasing her sex once more as he ground against her. “Beg.” he hissed to her then. “If you are certain we are going to do this then beg for it.” He chuckled against her mouth. His fingers tangled in her hair. <br><br>His wings separated from his back and as they did they wrapped around her, hooking under her own wings and pinning her chest against his. The gentleness gone, she had demanded and now she was getting what she wanted. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 21:59:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katia gave him an overly sweet smile when he spoke, shivering when his hands seized her wrists. Gasping when he placed her on his lap, Katia felt and ignored the slight strain it gave her muscles. Damn, she was going to hurt like hell in the morning. His length no longer covered by the satiny fabric, the angel did her best not to blush at his nudity. The sight made her insides flutter, she felt her own sex become even more wet. Once he released her hands she dragging the pads of her fingers down his back, drawing him in. Her shirt sat uselessly on her shoulders, open, no longer covering her body.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>His demand caught her off guard, and she whimpered impatiently. It was not in her nature to relent or beg to him. He must've known this, and she glowered frustratingly at him when he laughed at her. The stubborn angel was trying to attempt to side step his orders, if she could. The angel's will was, like he said, to take orders. Despite her tough, willful exterior, she could only fend off what he expected out of her for so long.<br><br>"Come on... just do it!" She whined, not exactly following his orders. Her hips rolled against his, the angel smashed her body into his own and she caught his bottom lip in her teeth. Trying to tempt him into just taking her then. His shaft pressed into her clit, sending a thrill of pleasure through her body and Katia cried out, her head tilting forward and her hair covering her face, her fingernails now driving into his back.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 03:57:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Ah ah.” He mocked her softly. Those mismatched eyes aflame with desire and passion. “You do not give orders, you take them… so beg.” He let his hands moved down her sides and grip her ass. Then one came around to cup her sex once more and he pressed a finger inside. Careful with those talons, it was as if he had no sharp ends on his fingers. It was powerful feeling. This desire inside of him. He throbbed almost painfully, wanting her so bad. Yet at the same time he wanted her to beg for it. His wings still wrapped and hooked around her. The angle would not be able to move much. If she tried to shift to slide him in, he would shift to make sure it didn’t take.<br><br>This was going to be fun, he was going to wreck her, but before that he was going to play with her a bit too. This female was proud, full of herself. It was interesting. He found she may refuse him and decide she didn’t want to, but they came past that point. He wasn’t going to let her go now. Her demands of them having sex was a desire she made vocal. Ravaging her wouldn’t be enough, he was going to lay her out. Even if she was wounded, beat up and hurt he was going to make a meal of her. <br><br>The excitement and anticipation was only that much better. That much more fun. He shivered against her as his fingers rolled in and out of her. Careful not to break her virgin wall. No he was going to use his thick hardened shaft for that one. The idea of smelling her mingled blood and sex was exciting and he was thickening even more from the idea of it. “Beg for me sweet angel, or I am going to make you.” He could to, he could do many things to her until she screamed and cried for him to take her. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 17:48:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katia whimpered in response, her frustration knowing no bounds. Glaring at the mocking demon as he took her in his arms, the angel yelped as a finger toyed with her entrance, stroking the wet folds that hungered for his touch. This feeling was so raw, primal, so intense, it almost scared her. She had no idea how she could bear it for too long. Katia tried to fight submitting to him once more. Licking her pretty, pink lips, her breath grew heavy. "But..." she persisted, her mouth against his.&nbsp; <br><br>"Don't you want me?" She murmured huskily, her tongue slowly seeking his, carefully exploring his mouth. Her attempt at seduction was interrupted by heady pants, her kiss growing sloppy as she pulled way, trying to regain her breath. God, it was torturous, this burning feeling, consuming any rational thought. The angel's body writhed against his helplessly, her cries growing desperate. Katia was unable to suppress her moans, her head tilting back, a hand clasping tightly around her mouth to quiet herself. His hands slid easily within her now, gliding effortlessly with her obvious arousal. She whimpered as he continued, her hips trying to respond to his touch, jerking when he hit a particularly sensitive nerve. <br><br>It was becoming difficult to reject his orders. Katia was a trembling mess in his arms, vying for that new, foreign release, one she never experienced but secretly craved. Willing herself to stay quiet, she shook her head determinedly, as if trying to convince herself. "I'm not-" A sharp, pitchy noise escaped her throat. "I won't beg you." Her hazy green eyes opened finally, her eyes glazed over with desire. They searched his for any sign of him relenting.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 20:09:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His eyes did not look back into hers just yet, they had focused on watching her body move and heave as he played with her. Feeling the smooth silken softness of her insides. so wet, so smooth. He bit his lip, a fang visible before just his eyes only lifted to peer back at her through his uneven cut hair. The smile moving across his lips wicked and full of desire. This was fun, she was beautiful. He spoke low, his voice a purring whispering as he did.<br><br>“Of course I want you.” pulling his fingers from inside of her he reached for her own hand. Taking it he forced her fingers to wrap around his shaft thick, hard and throbbing like a heart beat. His head tipped a bit to the side and he groaned at the feeling of her warm hand there. “I want you so bad it hurts, so bad I will kill anyone else who would dare stop this moment. Yet… you have to make me feel the same way. Want me, beg for me, wish for me. Make me yours, and have me own you.” He growled a bit. “Otherwise you will just be tormented.” Leaning in he kissed her again, masterful lips capturing her, sucking on her tongue and nipping her chin before moving to her neck and biting her there softly. He bucked up against her a couple of times to make her bounce lightly on his lap. Then he shifted and rose, wrapping her legs around him and lifted. His wings hooked under her arms and her wings as well. Walking back into her room he leaned over her, laying her on the bed and kissing along her neck. His wings moving from around her and spreading in the air over them. "This is going to be a very long night." He muttered before leaning down to capture a breast in his mouth and kissing it softly. A moment later biting it and groaning as his fangs broke her skin. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 07:37:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				God, he felt... Strong. His masculinity, the musky scent of his skin was enough to make her relent. Beg for him to have her, to take her virginity and own her body and mind. She was back in his arms and painfully wrapped about his waist again, her sore muscles straining from the pressure of the stretch. The battered angel was relieved to find herself back on her bed, a much more comfortable surface. Ignoring the pains in her body Katia shuddered as he kissed her neck, her hands coming to tangle and even pull his own dark head of hair, urging him forward. They then snaked down his bare, warm back and pulled him closer, to lay on the bed on top of her. She gave a brief, snippy huff to his comment before his mouth latched onto her breast. "Oh God..." She didn't appear so confident now as he lavished his mouth on her perky, erect nipple. She ached where he had touched her, desperate for attention once more. Katia felt herself become even more wet. <br><br>"Fuck!" Her hand dared to clasp her other breast needingly, her thumb brushing over the nipple. It was becoming too much, she wanted him to take control, make her aware of this new, scary feeling, one that was building in her abdomen. She could imagine what it would feel like, when he took her. It felt whole, complete. What had he told her before, about a kiss? <em>A kiss calls out to a more primal side that begs for proper attention.</em> Well, she understood what he said now. <br><br>A wave of euphoria hit her hard when he bit into her breast, the angel's cry was desperate. His bite made her see starts, all reasoning lost in the sensation. Katia wanted to cry, the impetuous young woman, she was so frustrated with him. She was losing this battle fast. "Fine!!" Her voice was shrill, high enough to hurt his eyes. Katia was clearly pushed far beyond her limits. As the demon pulled back to look at her, Katia clung to him, her arms coiling around his neck. Panting, she leaned forward to kiss his temple, right before his hairline. "Stop teasing me. I need more, I want so much more." Her mouth was on the skin below his ear, kissing him senselessly, drawing all the way to his Adam's apple. Hazy, green eyes finally softened, looking up to him. Katia looked vulnerable, even virginal. He'd be a damned fool to believe this demure behavior would last. They had at last reached a point where she was willing to submit to this sole request. <br><br>"Lazarus, please. I- I feel like I'm <em>burning.</em>" The angel whimpered. Her voice was young, humble as it was once before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 04:21:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Fingers toiled in his hair, breath against his flesh. He felt her muscles shaking and her body nearly screaming. All this and he had yet to even press inside of her naked form. Yet to even take her and spear her against him. The idea was so exciting he dripped a bit from his tip. Shivering as he heard her words and nearly giggled. It was exciting. An angel begged for him? Well not proper begging, but he wasn’t going to push it. Not when he had her melting in his hands. He would tease her more in a bit. Right now? It was just a breathless display of lovely venerability. Oh, how he enjoyed it. Ate it up. Wanted to own this. In the end however, he knew it was only going to last so long. <br><br>Leaning over her he kissed her again. Harder, more aggressively. Commanding her hands moving up her sides before wrapping around her beasts and squeezing. He growled against her mouth in a dominating fashion and his knee lifted between her legs. He stopped kissing her long enough to give a single command. “Spread those legs.” He told her and shifted her higher onto her bed so he would move up between them. <br><br>“You do realize this is going to hurt right?” He asked her before teasing himself against her. Reaching down he gripped himself. Thick, hot and throbbing. Rubbing against her sex and taking in the feeling of her slick opening. The scent of her intoxicating. So much sweeter then any human would ever be. “You look beautiful, you know that?” He whispered to her as he kissed her again. Sucking on her bottom lip and grinning at her with his fangs. Be brushed more, teasing, taunting. Pressing into her a little bit before pulling back out. Getting himself even wetter with his pre cum and her sweet lovely slick excitement.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>13-01-2013, 07:11:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katia nodded obediently, even frantically, eagerly ushering his mouth back to hers. The angel's body lifted off the bed, pressing into his, moving with desire. Thighs pressing into his own legs, her pale hands roamed his fine torso, the pads of her fingers searching his body. <br><br>He still wasn't going to have her? God, she wanted to, she wanted this so badly. Whining in frustration, the young woman frowned. "<em>Please</em>. You really find me so fragile? Come on. You're not going to hurt me!" Well, she honestly didn't know what would happen, but it had felt great so far. But... Weren't virgins supposed to bleed? Wavering in confidence, she squeaked, "... Right?". Panic bubbled in her throat, and a strange desire. A part of her was scared, another wanted to fight him, to wreck and be wrecked. <br><br>Not waiting for an answer, Katia decided to take some vengeance. He would not tempt and tease her without any contest. Gripping him with her knees, Katia mustered up the strength to flip their positions. Straddling him once more, Katia's muscles seemed to scream in protest, though that hardly mattered. Taking his wrists and pinning them, she licked her lips. The angel looked very much like a predator now, though her knowledge was off-hand, virtually non-existent. "You should have acted when you had your chance, Lazarus." Raising a brow, her mouth descended on his throat. <br><br>Lavishing his collar bones with tender kisses, her one hand pushed his hands together to trap him, another descending down his body. Tracing his hipbone, she felt his hard endowment, her thumb rubbing his tip. Her head traveled down his body to place kisses over his damp skin, along his ribs. Encircling his member slowly, Katia nipped his lower lip, nearly bruising it in the process. <br><br>"How does it feel being dominated by an angel?" she hissed uncharacteristically. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 23:32:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon could only smile, his eyes flashing up at her as she overtook his body and spoke. “Feels good.” he told her. He wasn’t entirely trusting, his guard still a bit up. The female was smart, and she could still be trying to escape. Or worse, actually kill him. The idea of her over him like this, dominating, and demanding was sexy as hell! He lifted his hips a few times and caused her body to bounce. Watched her breasts shift and shake. Oh it was breathless and he grinned as he felt his hardened shaft against her flesh.<br><br>“But do you know what to do while your up there with out a sword huh?” His grin grew more wicked. She may have had the upper hand, however, he was the one who had the experience. A few moments later however he moaned out.<br><br>Her hand was unskilled, but warm. He shivered under her and his back arched as he let his body just enjoy it. This beautiful woman was having her way with him and a moment later he moaned out even louder. “Keep going…” He told her before adding with a grin. “Please oh beautiful angel.” His tone begging as he lifted his head from the sheets and licked at her mouth again. His kiss turning hungry. Letting her see proper begging. He ripped a hand free from her grasp and it moved down to grip her ass tightly before he yanked her closer against him and started to grind himself against both her hand and up against her sex. Purring and growling. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>30-01-2013, 06:39:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Katia was surprised by his willingness to be so subdued. She had initially pondered, actually, if he would suspect her of trying to leave, or other foul play. But, though she would never hardly admit it, her escape, her morals, her duty in Heaven- all were thoughts so far from her mind. Now, she focused solely on the give and take, the raw passion of the act in front of her. <br><br>Registering his moan, Katia gave one of her own grins, her voice smug, "I think I'll be just fine without it, don't you? I learn fast." She chirped in response, listening to his body and adjusting accordingly.<br><br>His pleas mollified her a little, and the need to dominate. Watching his face shift, Katia's hand gently caressed his shaft, rubbing his length and halting to tease the tip of his member, goading on his response. There was something so intoxicating about his voice, even when he was simply moaning. When he teased her, it made her shiver all over. Swallowing hard, Katia imagined if she would take it further, even encompass him in her mouth, like so many of the male angels mentioned when they would talk ribaldly of their women. But she couldn't, not yet, not now. She still wanted him to guide her, show her, and help her realize the peak of pleasure she had always heard about but never experienced. The angel felt wildly desperate, but something held her back.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>For the love of Gabriel, she couldn't bring herself to fully vocalize what she wanted. Moaning sweetly into his mouth, Katia's free hand massaged the nape of his neck, her body responding to his, moving in accordance. Her other hand continued to graze his shaft, though she finally untangled her lips from his, a soft whisper, "Please," just barely loud enough to be heard. The angel managed to trap another moan in the back of her throat as their bodies moved, furrowing her brows, shutting her eyes desperately. "Lazarus!" Louder, nearly whining now, her eyes flared open, she bit her bottom lip. Why couldn't he just read her mind? There had to be magic for that! "Please, <em>take me.</em>" Ah, there it was. One single, breathy request, one that the proud angel had a very hard time fessing up to. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>09-03-2013, 21:18:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				That smile of begging pleasure quickly changed into something more wicked. Hearing her want him, ask for him. That sweet tone of her voice requesting in that sweet need for him was enough. He gripped her hips harder, nails digging into her flesh and leaned up purring. His mouth licking at her neck and giving it a bit of a suck before he murred and then growled against her. Rolling their bodies Lazarus dominated her as she requested and he lined his body. His shaft grinding, prodding and playing with her opening. Teasing her sex as he felt his own mouth salivate a bit. The tip of his member dripping a bit with pre. <br><br>“Such a good girl.” he praised her softly before he leaned in and kissed her. His lips parting to deepen it and his hips rolling as his shaft finally pressed inside of her. He reached down with his fingers to lightly play with her clit as he pressed himself deeper. Inch by inch inside of those unused walls. He did not slam inside of her. Surprisingly the demon pressed until he came to her wall and then braced himself to grind a bit against it before pressing more. Breaking through it and going deep he kept his mouth near hers. Swallowing down her sounds and his own gaze glazed as he watched her reactions. In this moment he let her get used to his size. <br><br>Before she could brace herself however he started to move roughly against her. Driving deep and pulling back until he nearly slipped out before diving inside of her again. Moaning out and licking at her mouth with his demon tongue. Playing with her clit while he rolled her hips and braced his body with his other hand on the bed. <br><br><br><br>(Sorry that took me FOREVER!)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 05:44:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His willingness to satisfy her, the promise of relief, soothed her immensely. Giving a heavy, gasping pant of air as their bodies shifted once more, Katia's response to Lazarus's kiss was urgent. Their bodies molded together, nearing consummating their act. Her tongue colliding with his, the young angel tensed the slightest as he pressed into her, her brows furrowing. Hands tugging at his arms, then his shoulders, for comfort. Katia mewled into his mouth appreciatively, acknowledging his gentleness. <br><br>Lazarus must've known how she would react when he finally took her innocence. Feeling an unused, unfamiliar muscle tear, the sensation was both intruding and welcome, even whole. Immediately crying out into his mouth with both pain and pleasure, Katia's eyes snapped shut, before opening hesitantly. Initially she squirmed under him, hands bringing his torso to hers. Her green searched his silver and black vulnerably, her chest falling with a strained breath. <br><br>Was she bleeding? Katia could feel the strain of his length breaking her, even as he pulled and entered her so swiftly again. The angel's forehead pressed into his neck, burrowing her face against him. Her fingers dug into the skin of his back, her mind racing for a moment- what would the angels think of her now? What would suffering Corruption feel like? How would she and Lazarus cope with this <em>bond</em>, especially after this? <br><br>Her clit throbbing in response to his touch, the demon's next thrust was met with a heady moan. The small girl had finally managed to adjust to his size, no longer clinging like a pained child. Her back arching in response to his thrust, Katia's features softened, unable to contain a eager whimper. Her own hand grasped his above their heads, hips raising to meet his. Her other hand was busy driving her nails into his back. "Lazarus," She pleaded, no longer receiving but meeting each movement of his body. "God, please, don't stop."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>15-03-2013, 06:09:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon growled against her mouth, loving her reactions. The tightness around his thick shaft making his mind haze with pleasure and e shivered over before moving to her neck to nibble moan and kiss her. His hands moving down under her body to grip her ass and lift her lower half as he came down on her. The harsh slapping of their meeting bodies filling the air. “Mmm, my name sounds nice on your mouth when your not screaming it in anger.” he said with a light chuckle and slammed himself deep inside of her before she could comment back. <br><br>He smiled as his hair tickled along her face and smiled again. The demon was loving it, the scent of her sweat, and blood mingling in the air. It was making him wild and he shifted closer, pressing to her, wanting more of her. Pressing harder and deeper, moaning at the tightness of her lovely insides. “Your beautiful, tasty, mmm” He shivered again and his tongue lapped at her mouth. Nipping at her lip and moving to suck on her ear. Shivering harshly against her and moaning out louder. “Fucking amazing.” nails gripping her tighter. Slamming harder and deeper. Then he slowed a little bit, grinding against her and pulling back to look into her eyes again. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>02-04-2013, 07:28:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The angel blushed at his gall, but his deep thrust wrung out another needy cry from her. All reason was gone as Katia begged, cried, and whimpered after each thrust, her hips bruising as she met each thrust, letting his nails pulverize her skin. Barely conscious of his hair caressing her face, Katia's nails drove into his back, surely making him bleed, her other free hand twisting in the sheets beneath them. <br><br>Incoherently mumbling his name in a state of sheer bliss, Katia fumbled his kiss in return, her womanhood shuddering as the amounting pleasure gripped her. Desperately clinging to the wave of sensations, Katia's eyes locked to his, trying to prolong her pleasure. <br><br>"C'mere," She demanded huskily, her hands clamping like a vise around his head, she pulled him down into another heated kiss. Moaning hotly into his mouth, the angel's eyes squeezed shut, overcome. Her tongue massaged his aggressively, their bodies nearly moving as one. It was a startling on contrast; this being of Light, with the palest skin and hair, connected to a being of Darkness, his dark hair draping over both their flesh, his large, black talons a stark difference to her delicate, shell pink nails. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 14:48:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon couldn’t help but smile against her mouth. His tongue tracing hers and his own moan tangled with the sweet sounds she exhaled against him. Lazarus was intoxicated by the moment, the sweet aggression of how she touched him and the lost look in her eyes. He found himself wanting more and more of it. Sinking down into the pure blissful pleasure of it all. He couldn’t remember the last time he had touched an angel, let alone been inside of one. <br><br>Now that she appeared to no longer be in pain he slowed and just learned her body. His thrusts deep and hard at times, other times he would slow and grind against her. Building sweat around his form as he ruled over her. Being close to her, his mouth moved down to her breasts. Licking at the stiffened nipple and capturing it in his teeth. Flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub and growling possessively. <br><br>Rolling them suddenly, he let her take over. Wanted her to get to know her own body through the heat of it all. Thrusting up into her and sitting up a bit to continue to kiss her as his hands moved down her back and cupped her ass. Urging her to move and all the while pressing back up against her. His movements rather smooth and knowing. Pulling her against him roughly for a moment while he thrust up into her. Licking sweat from her body. Moaning at the taste. Even under her he was being dominating. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 05:49:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Lazarus... Lazarus, <em>fuck</em>, I can't-" Her inner muscles clenched tightly around him, goading him further as she struggled with her own pleasure. Shoulders covered with sweat fell, her head tipping back as she rode him. The bed beneath them moved as their bodies connected, every nerve in the angel's body being struck as the demon penetrated, licked, and owned her body. His mouth on her svelte figure left a trail of noticeable goosebumps breasts aching for touch. It was becoming too much, this immense feeling. It filled her up, starting from her body to clouding her brain. The inexperienced girl would not last much longer.&nbsp; <br><br>Mouth opening with gasping pants, she tried to speak. "W-wait!" The helpless yelp caught in her throat, she was trying so <em>hard</em> to fight off this wild sensation, the crest of a thrilling wave that threatened to take over her body with a few more of his careful, satisfying thrusts. <br><br>Finally, her thin, bruised arms lashed out, at the very last moment, to take his seeking hands off her body and force them against the bed. The demon was still burrowed so deep inside of her, but now she had the upper hand. Eyes once transparent with powerless lust, now dark with devious intent. The angel's small hands dug into the bones of his wrist. "You can't work me over that easy." She lifted her hips, so painfully slowly, before lowering once more. Her lips trembled with a silenced mewl, straining to remain in control. Pressing a hand back to his throat as she had before, pinning his head against the bed, the angel raised and lowered onto him, her face an odd combination of focus and passion. <br><br>The other hand clutched at the sheets beneath him, noticeable exertion in her knuckles. Katia's very being was lit; a pleasurable, flame of desire licked at her skin, tempting her to let him have control and finish her. Letting her head hand forward, her hair fell in cascades in front of her shoulders, framing the blush on her face. Whimpering in her throat with every movement of their hips, Katia's jaw tightened painfully, her body <em>trembling</em> with effort, fighting the approaching orgasm that stewed in her lower stomach.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 17:09:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon was deeply immersed in her reactions and pleasure. When she yelped out the word wait he first had to let it register in his mind before he realized that she was actually making him stop. The demon blinked a bit in surprise, before he felt hands thrown back down onto the bed.&nbsp; The nails digging into his caused his lips to part and emit a loud growl. Brows meeting and those fangs of his flashing with his eyes narrowing. He arched his back and his head tipped back as she slowed and moved against him. The feeling of her tight insides tormenting him slowly was enough to steal his breath. <br><br>She soon however took what little air he had by placing a hand against his throat. The demons eyes snapped open and only his eyes lowered to watch her expression. Watched her fight for control and also watched her sink deeper into that pleasure. It was strange to imagine that since their meeting she would give in like this. How she fought him, and would fight him again. How she had so much pride and anger. Trying her best to prove him wrong with his words. Here she was making all of his words true. <br><br>His smile only grew, long tongue curling from his mouth to lap at her hand that held him down. The demon bent his legs and as she continued to fight that want. Fight that trembling rolling want that was building in her expression. In her body. In her movements. Even pinned, he was done being held down by her and started to thrust up into her faster. Harder. Lifting her body off of the bed a bit as his ass rose from the sheets and he drove himself up into her. His brows meeting with the effort and his smile fading as he was wrapped in his own pleasure. Riding her deep even as she rode him. He watched her bounce a bit and parts of her breathless body jiggle and sway as he continued his assault up into her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 05:30:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmph!" Katia's entire body jerked with his rough thrust, her jaw lowering as she searched his eyes. Fighting a losing battle, she tried not to meet his thrusts, rolling against him slowly, but he easily conquered the young angel, who's body glistened with sweat, <em>quavering</em>.<br><br>No longer pinning him to the bed, Katia rode the demon thoughtlessly, her back arching forward and her face tilted to the ceiling, eyes shut. Labored, gasping pants escaped her, a hand clutching at the delicate skin of her neck, nails driving into soft flesh. The other grazed his chiseled, ghostly chest, fingers drawing sloppy patterns over the bone of his ribs, and his pecs. Her core tightened around him, nearing its peak. Her legs, stretched out over his body, ached with each movement, muscles in her thighs and calves screaming in protest. He would leave her wrecked, even broken, in the morning, surely. <br><br>A soft, yet oddly powerful yelp climbed its way up her throat and the angel cuffed the noise by placing her fist in her mouth. She was embarrassed, to be vocalizing her desires, his power over her, so loudly. Taking the fist out of her mouth and trying to run it through her damp, knotted flaxen locks, the hand shot down to seize him by the jaw, once more, hoisting him up to sit with her.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Their mouths collided, one last time, before the sensation drove her over the edge. A hot, wet mess of saliva and lips. Her tongue exploring the cavern of his mouth, their movement temporarily slowed for this final kiss, before another yelp erupted from the angel. Pressing her lips incoherently, clumsily to his, even grazing his jaw and face. Finally forced to pull away, Katia's eyes were blurry, searching his for a resolution she so desperately wanted, the consuming heat in her abdomen enough to make her cry. <br><br>"Harder," She choked out, her body driving off of his wildly. Her plea left her mouth in a breathless rush, "Lazarus, <em>please,</em> I'm so close!" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 07:07:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon smiled and his eyes rolled in pleasure, feeling her body try to fight back against him. He shivered and leaned in to capture a nipple between his teeth once more. Only to have his mouth forced up to her mouth. He moaned and gripped her. Arms coming around her and pulling her down hard against his own body. Their forms covered in sweat. She sounded so beautiful.<br><br>The sweet soft whimpers and actions only make him slam into her more and more, forcing sounds from her even if she wished to keep them held back. He did as she wished and moved harder, faster. His own pleasure finding itself coming to its head and he moaned out. Her brows meeting as his mismatched eyes stared back into her deeply. <br><br>“Cum with me.” He told her before licking her neck and chin, nipping her mouth and letting go to exhale a hot breath against her flesh. The scent of her virgin blood, and desires so thick in the air that it was making his own mind blur. No longer caring about making her his own, so much as reaching that moment with her. Wanting to crash and collide their separated worlds in a single amazing moment of both light and dark. The very thing that god made nature all about. <br><br>He growled out again and it was fallowed with a long low moan as he suddenly burst inside of her. She would feel his hard cock thicken and flex deep as the first heavy string of his orgasm filled her, slamming hotly against her core.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 05:22:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon's request was easily met as the angel gave in to her approaching release. Voicing her pleas and cries of pleasure so the gods themselves could hear, Katia's body collided with his repeatedly, pale hands coiling in his midnight hair, pulling insistently. Her lithe form spasming, insides tightening against him, the angel's weak aura grew brighter with each thrust. <br><br>Gasping out as he came inside of her, warm fluid coating her core, Katia's eyes widened desperately as a maddening wave of pleasure struck her being; it was almost painful, pressing down on her every nerve until she couldn't think, couldn't <em>breathe</em>. <br><br>Lazarus's name left her with such force it burned her lungs and strained her vocal chords. Pearly teeth clamped onto the sensitive skin connecting his neck and shoulder, biting down hard with the last of her moans. The angel's soft, pale flesh glowed, illuminating light throughout the room with the flush of her orgasm and bright aura.&nbsp; <br><br>With her orgasm, a wave of emotions flooded her. Deep satisfaction, joy, shame, embarrassment, adoration, even loathing... It was an overwhelming moment of surrender and struggle. What of her future in Heaven? Would she be cast out permanently? The following days with Lazarus, their relationship? Their fights? Her wings? Or, even worse, would she be reduced to a mere pet of his now? Could he impregnate her? Oh, she couldn't imagine it, an angel and a demon conceiving!<br><br>Hazy eyes shut slowly, more grey than green with physical exhaustion. She couldn't fathom moving; her muscles locked firmly in place around the demon, unwilling to exert themselves any further. Her mind was boggled by their act, but its questions would have to saved for tomorrow. After all; sex was never a end all, cure all method to keep peace between two people. Especially two people who were so different that the glaring contrast was laughable. Now, desperate for rest, the angel pulled her teeth from the demon and buried her face into his pale neck, below his jaw. Hands wrapped tightly around him, giving a pathetic mewl that begged for mercy. Would he be gentle with her, or would they remain enemies?&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>05-05-2013, 21:36:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her bite made him cry out, and that soon turned into a low growl. His nails digging into her and he exhaled a few powerful breaths in both excitement and pain. Both making his world set fire and he tingled all the way down to his toes as he continued to empty out inside of her body. <br><br>The demon found himself breathless and needy. It was something he had not experienced in a long time and for it he was nearly grateful. He wasn’t about to let her know about it. Not tell her at this time anyways. Why give her anymore power over him then she already had? They each held their own cards to each others decks and it seemed they would continue to have this challenge between them. As she grew weaker though so did he and when she let go his growl turned into a purr.<br><br>Lazarus smiled as she leaned and mewed against her. His hands moving up her body and keeping her tightly held against him. He may have been a monster, and an asshole. At the same time he had no desire to make her feel any less then what she was. Carefully he shifted their bodies to lay down on the bed and curl closer to her. Saying nothing at all, he simply kept her close and let the air around them cool. The demon smiled, her scent was all over him, and his own stained her as well. That scent was amazing mingled as it was. <br><br>Things would be different the fallowing morning. However, he was not going to put to much thought into it right now. For this moment? He was just going to enjoy it and hold her. Letting himself drift off and that sweet feeling of comfort surround him. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 06:25:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as he returned her embrace, Katia softened in his arms, breathing a deep sigh of relief. Too weak to lift her head from his neck, Katia nuzzled her cheek against him, jumping slightly as their skin touched the cool blankets on the bed. The angel shivered against him for a few moments, her sweat-covered skin pricking to life with goosebumps. While she and Lazarus laid together in silence, Katia's body burned where he had clawed and bit her, her hips ached, and her muscles locked uncomfortably. <em>Perhaps wild, passionately rough sex isn't the best idea after sustaining wounds,</em> she thought dryly. Good call, Katia.<br><br>The angel gave an overwhelmed, fatigued groan, her shivering finally stopping. Picking her head off of his neck, Katia's eyes were a silvery grey, with only flecks of emerald staggered through the iris, peeking at Lazarus. Strained arms pulling at the blankets around them, Katia flopped a heavy cover down on top the both of them, focused solely on rest. Curling back up to Lazarus once more, she used the demon like a pillow, her hands toying with is dark, choppy black hair, her head nestled upon his chest. Burried under covers, the chilly angel finally drifted off. <br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>The snow from last night had defrosted to a wintery downpour. Raindrops tapped overhead on the roof, unrelenting but nothing too worrisome. If anything, it attributed to the lazy atmosphere in the cabin. It was far, far too early in the morning for either of them to be rested (perhaps only a few hours since the two had collapsed, actually) when Katia began to stir. The first thing that hit her was a pounding headache- squeezing her eyes shut, she face palmed painfully. The angel immediately recognized it as Corruption, though she had never felt the sensation before. Whenever an angel committed a "immoral" act, they were subject to a few hours of Corruption, a temporary physical punishment for their deeds, like the symptoms a human may feel if they had consumed far too much alcohol.<br><br>The second sensation that hit her was a gripping hunger. After all, she hadn't ate since being brought here... Katia's eyes drifted to Lazarus. Pressing her hands on his chest, she rose up to look at his sleeping face. He looked so peaceful, nearly like an angel himself. The demon still possessed the other-worldly, masculine beauty of one, though Katia was far too pride to openly admit it. Remembering the kisses, the tugging and pulling, their shared moans and cries, feeling his body relentlessly spear into hers, the hot burst of his orgasm-<br><br>Katia shuddered involuntarily, suddenly feeling quite hot, her nipples perking already. By the Gods, why had that felt so damn good; why had he felt so good? She had to get a hold of herself! Oh God, she had fallen into the trap of seduction, and already was becoming a slave to her urges!<br><br>Moving away from him in her panicked vulnerability, Katia snatched up the additional covers over her body, trying to conceal her nude body and erect breasts. Trying to regain her breath and cool, Katia did not know how to approach the demon at first. Fingertips prodding his chest, the angel tried to speak, "Lazar-" Stopping when her voiced sounded like a feeble rasp, she gave a loud cough and shook his shoulder roughly, her voice still a hoarse mess. "Lazarus, wake up! I um... I need something to eat." Even ravenous for food and weakened by Corruption, the angel still managed to be an impatient brat. Hands clutching at the blankets in an attempt to be modest, the demon would find the angel blushing ridiculously and her long blonde hair askew and tangled beyond hope.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 22:10:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling the warmth of her body pull from his he did not stir. His senses a live, but he remained in that place between sleep and waking. The scent of the room filling his lungs. He knew this scent, that of sex and blood. Not just any blood either, but angels virgin blood. The last time he had smelt such a thing, well… perhaps now was not the time to let it sink in. he felt more movement, shifting of sheets and a slight groan beside him. <br><br>There was something else as well, a sweetened scent of something he had smelt the night before. Opening his eyes however once she snapped at him he blinked up at her and snorted slightly in surprise. <br><br>Feeding the angel? She wanted food? He blinked his silver and black eyes up at her. Arching a brow he rolled over. “The bedroom door is unlocked, go cook your own food.” He told her. Clearly not worried if she would try to flee. Even if she tried to leave the house itself she would find doing so not an easy task. He had taken some extra measures after her little stunt the day before. The female didn’t realize what he had done. But if she paused to look she would find herself marked under her feet and at her wrists. If she dared even move closer to the waters edge outside she would find herself chained to the island. “from the way you moved last night I am certain you can manage fine on your own.” he gave a dark chuckle. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 05:21:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His dirty response made the angel give a haughty gasp, followed by a sharp <em>thwack</em> of her hand of his shoulder. "You prick!" The angel wheedled, eyes brightly lit with embarrassment, before face palming, her head pounding miserably. Despite her hypocritical chastity, Katia nearly had to suppress a moan when his tantalizing, mismatched eyes peered at her, heightening her arousal. A hand curled and pressed between her thighs, just above her knees, squirming the slightest. Was it possible he already sensed her sweet, uncomfortable desire?&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm uh, <em>sore</em>, though." The angel admitted softly with much difficulty, her fists raising to clench the blanket concealing her body, dragging it to rest on top of her collarbones, clinging to her modesty. She was far too deprived to notice the marking on her wrists. Shaking her head, the angel nudged his shoulder with a pale hand. "Don't you know about Corruption?" <br><br>Shifting on the mattress, Katia managed to yank the blanket up, pushing it over her bare legs, tucking it under her arms. Flinging her flaxen hair away from her face, she said, "C'mon, I can't just saunter around your cabin in a damn <em>blanket</em>. You have to help me out!"&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 05:40:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon couldn’t help but lift his head when she hit him and watch her. Those eyes of his moving over her form. Seeing her markings from their romping and the scent of her desire growing even thicker. It was exciting him. The more she moved about the worse it got. <br><br>When she demanded he get up he couldn’t help the soft smile that moved across his lovely features. Reaching out he gripped her and pulled her back into bed. Wrapping his arms around her and spooning her as he kissed the back of her neck and nuzzled her with a purr.<br><br>“Of course I know what corruption is, why do you think I look the way I do? I was not born with black hair and claws you know.” He murred as he nuzzled her again and parted his lips to lightly nip at her neck. He pushed her onto her back and shifted over her body. Only placing his hands on each side of her head as he gazed down at her. <br><br>“What does the bird wish to feast on I wonder?” he asked, those eyes of his venturing down her form to see her hardened nipples through the fabric wrapped around her. A tempt to lean down and nip at the swollen nub rose inside of him. Forcing his eyes away he looked back up into her amazing eyes and gave a playful hungry grin. “Hmm?” He asked again. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 21:40:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cocking her head suspiciously to the side with his cheshire cat grin, Katia tensed before he yanked her down with him. Locking her small arms around his in a fashion that could be taken as defensive and welcoming. "Mmmph," A tired noise escaped her lips, her pretty green orbs resting shut for a moment, relishing in his&nbsp; kiss. "I know, <em>I know</em>..."<br><br>Unable to fight when he pulled her down, her blonde hair splayed out under her head, her lips parted, finding it difficult to breathe. Seeing his eyes come to a halt on her perky breasts, Katia's body twisted wantingly, though her forearms clamped over her chest. His gaze returned to her and the angel groaned. God, if she hadn't been so tired, ravenous...<br><br>"It hurts. Anything," Her lilting, weakened voice paused when she realized what he might think with her request, her face reddening. "I don't care what. Bread, plain vegetables, just something for my strength!" She corrected herself. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 02:02:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The demon chuckled. Her words making him smile and he watched her a few moments more trapped under him. He could do whatever he wanted really. Knew he could just roll her over, and force her head down into the pillows while pulling her hips against himself and drilling her until his own sort of -hunger- was stated. A sigh left his lips and he rolled off of her. <br><br>Getting to his feet he turned and offered his bare back to her. Not bothered by the fact that he was naked. She was shy about it, he wasn’t. he was to old to really give a shit. Glancing back he watched her and thought about it. Ok, there was no chance she was going to willingly jump onto his back. So he took it upon himself. Turning he took both of her hands and then pulled her off of the bed. He held her over his shoulder as he had before, balancing when her wings flexed and then headed into the kitchen. Any movement she made he slapped her ass and told her to hold still. Not wanting her to throw them both off balance and end up getting them both hurt. <br><br>Setting her down on a stool he went to work looking for items to make her something to eat. He was rather hungry himself really. He grinned at her as he placed an apron on over the front of his body. One that just wrapped around his hips. She could still see his ass of course, but he was covered in the front lower half. Of course he didn’t want to burn his crotch. <br><br>“Do birds eat eggs?” He asked himself and thought about it. “A bit morbid don’t you think?” He was teasing of course but set to work getting his wood fire stove working and then pulling out some meats as well. He found some bread and cheese. Not bothering to watch her so much as he tended to his own job at hand. His uneven cropped hair hanging in his face now and again. The tips being a slight orange hue to them. He glanced back at her after a moment and smiled softly. “You know, for having never been with another male before, you were pretty dammed good.” He told her with a chuckle and came over. Being surprisingly kind to her for one reason or another. Leaning in he wiggled a bit between her legs and nuzzled her neck softly.<br><br>His eyes moving to her wings and he said nothing as he looked at them. Part of him still of course wanting them. A large part. A smaller part? One in the back of his mind said she should keep them. Let her remain on the island with him. However, that was just silly. No, he was going to take them from her. The sooner the better. The doubts floating around in his mind didn’t help. The sooner they came off, the better. He would not have to worry about her trying to run, or anyone coming after her. As long as she had them, he was going to have to worry about others finding them eventually. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>21-05-2013, 07:59:15</strong>
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				Katia watched curiously as the demon rose from bed, displaying the taut, bare skin of his back. Fists bring her blankets only closer to her body, the angel frowned, her face an expression of sweet confusion as he lifted her. Unwilling hands finally freed the blankets, and the angel emit a flustered, moody wail, "Lazaarus! Wait-" Damn it all, her head. Shifting to cover her forehead with her face, a rough smack on her bottom made Katia yip before shooting a heated glance in the demon's direction. Bastard. <br><br>"Agh, was that <em>really</em> necessary?!" The angel wheedled as she was finally released, tossing the knotted wisps of pale, nearly white, blonde hair away from her face. Situated on the stool, utterly naked, the uncomfortable angel coiled her body tightly together, her legs drawn up her torso. <br><br>Giving an uppity "Hmph!" to his witty joke, Katia's hazy eyes scanned the cabin for anything she could use to cover herself. "You tell me, Lazarus. I'm not the only one with a set of wings, you know!" Clearly she was still upset over being manhandled by him. She had just decided she would have to steal more of the demon's garments (until he got around to giving her her own robes- he intended to, right?) when he spoke up once more. Expecting another 'bird' barb, the angel's eyes narrowed, but the sweetness of his comment momentarily stunned her. Her eyes capturing his in a moment of loving vulnerability, a hiccup of a giggle escaped her throat. The small flush of red that had kissed her cheeks now deepened, toying with her hair nervously. <br><br>"You really mean that?" She whispered anxiously as he approached. Allowing him close, a pale hand graced his forearm, the pads of her fingers brushing the skin hesitantly, his cuddling earning another contented giggle. For this moment, the opposing creatures acted like two young lovers, lost in the dreamy haze after love-making. Toying still with his arms, Katia seemed oddly content until his focus left her. Frowning softly, her wings gave a weak flutter. Oh. The angel's happy glow vanished. So was that what this was all about? <br><br>Lazarus was unexpectedly pushed away from the angel, who drew her knees up to her chest, grey-green eyes now visibly darkening, brightening with her immortal passion. "I thought a being as old as you would be wise enough to leave alone that which is unattainable." The soft, shimmering wings fluttered again, the bones collapsing against themselves and sending a small scatter of feathers. Wrapping her arms tightly about her knees as some sort of defense, Katia felt truly trapped in her seat. <br><br>"And that reminds me. As for what uh... <em>Happened</em> last night." The angel continued delicately, her spine stiffening nervously. "It was an accident. A moment of weakness, er... Just poor judgement, on my part. I won't be so feeble, or easily swayed in the future." Oh, the angel was reddening immensely. She spoke with quite a bit of gusto on a topic he easily dominated her on. Letting her hair fall over her shoulders and legs, the bashful young woman glowered, "So, don't expect anything!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 01:55:58</strong>
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				<br>The shove caught him off guard and he blinked at her in a way that showed it. The demon had not expected her to push him that way, of course she likely let her mind wonder to what he looked at. Not even aware that part of him was even weakened and not wanting to hurt her. The reaction caused his own expression to harden as he turned from her. It didn’t get better either… she spoke. Dammit, those words she said came out harsh and even with a bit of strange pride of the fact… that it was an accident. His brows met, but he remained silent as she sat there blathering on about what had taken place.<br><br><em>-It was an accident-</em><br><br>She said, his frown creased. No, it was anything but an accident, it was consented. There was no saying this was not going to happen…No turning back with that first kiss burned them both. That fire in her eyes, that need to dominate him and make them equal lovers. Accident… hell…<br><br><em>- A moment of weakness-</em><br><br>Oh, yes, that it had been. A truly beautiful wondrous weakness, that was working to even weaken his own resolve. It was making him think twice, making him wonder if this was the right move. If perhaps he should do the unthinkable.<br><br><em>-Just poor judgment-</em><br><br>It caused him to growl and suddenly shove all the plates, and items aside. Sending them crashing to the ground. His anger suddenly rising and hitting him hard. He lost his temper and when he turned both of his eyes turned blazing red, that demon sparking in him once more. “Poor judgment, accident? don’t expect anything?!” He roared back to her. <br><br>He had cut himself, his forearms bleeding from the shattered glass. “Your so fucking full of yourself, do you even hear yourself speaking?! God dammit!” he came over and was breathing heavily through his nose as he pointed a finger in her face. His own expression dangerous and wicked. Something, a demon of the likes she may have never seen before. “You are so fucking full of it. What happened last night was not just an accident, or… fuck it, I was stupid for even thinking anything at all. Your right, I have been around humans for to long. I am done with it. I actually.. Had a moment of weakness now myself. Thinking of wanting you as something more.” His hand reached out and suddenly grasp her by her hair. He pulled her with him outside. Kicking the door open. “There is no helping what we are in the end.” It likely looked rather foolish really, himself wrapped in nothing but around his hips, chest bare to the world as he drug the naked angel with him. Outside the hell hound Ding jumped up to his feet and watched the two as the demon continued to pull her along by her hair. Not even caring if she fell at any point. So much for a nice breakfast. <br><br><em>-I thought a being as old as you would be wise enough to leave alone that which is unattainable-</em><br><br>Not anymore…<br><br>In that next moment she found herself in his work shop. A place nearly as large as his house, he used her body to slam through the door causing it to open. The hell hound at his heels. He threw her down on one of the work benches face down and proceeded to strap down her arms and legs. <br><br><em>-A moment of weakness... Just poor judgment on my part-</em><br><br>He couldn’t seem to chase those words from his head. From his mind. It stabbed him in the heart over and over. Why did this shit fucking hurt so bad? It shouldn’t have. He was usually cool, and calmed, and yet her change of words and actions, the way she shoved him and mocked him… the tone of her voice and expression on her face when she spoke of that moment between them. He was out for blood now. If she felt she had a reason to hate him, he was going to make sure she kept that reason fresh in her mind. It was likely poor on his part… no, it was a big mistake on his part to let his temper get the better of him. He was angry, done with this childish back and forth. Now? <br><br>“Now, I am going to truly be your master.” he growled out in a low threatening tone as he turned to his bench. Ding coming up to him with something in his mouth. The demon took what appeared to be a pair of pants and pulled them on. Then turned to his tools and started up his grinding wheel. Sparks flying as he started to sharpen some wicked looking items. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 04:28:57</strong>
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				She had expected bitterness, his oddly calm scorn, maybe some anger. She had not expected hurt. She had not expected to move him so. She had, above all, certainly not expected this. <br><br>Guarded awkwardness shifted to confused wonder. Visibly jumping as he shattered plates and glass, Katia's green eyes grew wide and... Even remorseful. Why was he acting like this? She ached so strangely, he pained her in a way that she had never experienced before. This was worse than any physical blow he could have dealt. Granted, she resented him for his capture, his desire to have her submit but... The angel knew she was in denial if she said she didn't care for him. Mouth dropping the slightest, her eyes squeezed shut as he wrenched her out of her seat by the roots of her hair. The pressure on her skull only accompanied the fatigue her body was already weighed down with, and her gaze bore into his, sampling his anger and pain but unable to understand <em>why.</em> <br><br>Tumbling through the door, the smell of welding material, burnt steel, and wood hit her hard. Thrust down on a table, the angel did not have time to fret over her nudity, to growl and snap at him for being so rough with her. In that moment she finally understood why she was here. It felt like she was not in a room with Lazarus, but a monster. A true demon, one she had been lucky enough to never witness before this. All her confusing, emotions- pain, regret, shame, anger, resistance, guilt- all that had been twisting her in two very different directions, it all seemed minuscule to the unfathomable <em>fear</em> she felt.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>The horrid, piercing grind of his wheel firing up, the noise turned in her stomach, it was all she could do to keep from <em>screaming</em>- or, maybe somewhere in her panicked hysteria, she already was? Was that why her ribs were burning, panting for stolen breath? It all felt like a surreal nightmare, and she couldn't make sense of anything.<br><br>The faint bruises on her wrists were changing to a gory purple, writhing furiously in the constraints. The angel no longer had the strength to exert much physical force; the leather cut further into her skin, rubbing at flesh and torturing her small wrists. <br><br>"Don't hurt me... Lazarus, please!! Please! I'm already in so much pain!" Katia finally found her voice, though her words were a incoherent mess of pleading cries, short of screams. Her voice was hoarse yet somehow surpassing the grind of his machine, resembling something like a desperate child. Lifting her head "I-I didn't mean it! God, I swear, <em>I swear</em> I didn't mean it! I was just..." Would he even listen to her now? He had admitted some tenderness to her, tenderness she didn't know he felt, and now the demon wouldn't believe her! She had to try, had to abandon her impossible pride. "I thought you had used me, or what we did. Just trying to weaken me just for... my wings." The angel dropped her face onto the table once more, unable to look at him. Impetuous tears stung at her eyes, and she had to tilt her face up to keep herself from crying; it would be truly pitiful if she allowed the sobs climbing up her throat to pass, naked on his work bench. <br><br>Trying to swallow the lump forming in her throat, the angel desperately entreated him again. "Lazarus, I know you are capable of mercy! I've seen it! If you do this... I don't know how I'll live. <em>Damn it</em>, I've already given you as much as I can right now!!" She felt the tears daring to spill once more and she brusquely rubbed her shoulder under her eyes. "Please. I'll give in, I'll do anything. I promise! Just... Please, spare me this."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 05:11:21</strong>
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				They always pleaded and begged when they were in such positions. Retched angels, and humans a like. Even demons begged in moments of fear. The purity of her fear caressed against him and as much as he would have hated to admit it, the truth was… he was loving it. A strange sort of powerful pleasure washed through him as he heard her screams. The way she struggled and tried to gain freedom was so feeble and pointless. He would glance her direction now and again, those red orbs glowing darkly, and less of his human like features were visible. He was angry, lost to it. In lust with it, and in love with the powerful feeling of this moment. <br><br>What angel would dare to approach him now? Who would stop him? Why would he bother? This lovely tasty little creature before him had no name. her voice rang out a song of something pure and blissful and she had no idea how much it pleased him. The demon was becoming drunk off of it. Ding watched from the doorway, and could sense the change. He was not bothered by it, nor afraid. The hell hound knew Lazarus long before this angel was even a twinkle in Gabriel’s eyes. <br><br>“Oh how the mighty fall in their time of need,<br>How they ever believed once they would succeed.” His voice had changed, and the tone nearly sounded wistful. Deep in its growls, and demonic in its tone. As if he were singing a song, something old and drummed up from years past. <br>“How far the mighty can fall, <br>when once they only knew how to stand so tall.” Then he gave a soft chuckle. <br>“Tell me mighty angel do you bleed? <br>When you bow down on your bended knee?” turning back to his wheel he checked the blade he was sharpening, running his thumb along it, and giving off a soft hum. <br>“You see it’s the mighty who lose their pride,<br>Once their prayers have been denied.” Licking the metal he set it aside and turned. She would see something stretching and peeling from his back, a tail seemed to weave itself from his flesh and coil down to the ground. Flicking at its pointed arrow like end. <br>“Oh now the mighty fall in their time of need,<br>Filling the earth with sorrow as they bleed.”<br><br>Her sobs for him to show mercy, the way her green eyes flashed with fear and sorrow. Did she feel anything beyond her pride? Was this just another of her games?<br><br><em>-Lazarus, please!! Please!-</em><br><br>Her words rang in his head and he hissed softly as he lifted a hand to lightly touch himself. Palm to forehead as of a sharp pain ran through him in that moment. Corruption. It was something he had started to get himself away from. The throbbing was something warning him to stop his madness, but he was to deep now to even turn back. He growled and shook his uneven locks before he came over and grabbed her head. Slamming it on the table once more. <br><br><em>-Lazarus, I know you are capable of mercy!- </em> <br><br>His mind was trying to let her words sink in, something was trying to make him listen, to make him hear, to make him understand what he was about to do, how cruel a thing it would be. His scorn returned however with even more force, and he spit on the ground. The saliva sizzling as it melted the floor. “Its amazing how sweet you can sound, when you want something. When your afraid. Tell me something Angel, and I want you to think hard on this before you ever answer me. If it was me, if you had the chance to actually trade places with me… if it was that first day we met and you found me hurt… would you have shown me mercy? Would you have mistaken my human like ways for blasphemy and taken joy in the slaughter of my soul? I bet-No, I KNOW, you would have…” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 06:28:18</strong>
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				His tune made the angel shiver all the way down her spine, goosebumps forming on the exposed flesh. "Why are you doing this?" It was a soft plea, a brief moment of lucidity while her glassy eyes blinked, swallowing hard. Her thoughts ran back to the consideration he had shown her the night before, the way he soothed her initial hesitancy... Was <em>this</em> who she had lost her innocence to? A demon who had taken her to his cottage, tending her wounds for the sole purpose of making a profit, and maybe having an easy fuck along the way? <br><br>That intangible pain struck again, and this time it scorched her chest. The heartbreak was etched into her expression, and the angel finally spoke up. "I... I don't know." She offered up feebly, voice breaking, her shoulders hitching by her ears as if expecting to be struck. She knew this wasn't a sufficient answer, but the angel found it difficult to speak. Tears were sliding down her face silently, resting on her jaw before dropping to the table below her. <br><br>"They taught me to revile your kind, that you were all alike. I was obedient, I was a good soldier, on Earth and with humans and demons for the first time... How could I have known, Lazarus? I was told demons were monsters and I believed it. But you proved me wrong, and just now I realized it... When I said those things, and you were so-" Her voice finally failed her, giving a distressed gasp of air. She choked on her words, fear overriding strength. <br><br>"God... what do you want from me? I don't <em>know</em>, Lazarus!!" The dam broke, and Katia's body heaved as the young angel sobbed, burying her face onto the cold table, trying to press it in the security of her trapped arm. "Lazarus... You're scaring me! Please, I'm so scared!!" The angel's voice was muffled into her skin, pearly teeth biting into her small bicep to quiet the noise of her cries. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 06:54:08</strong>
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				<br><em>-Was this what you wanted?- </em> <br><br>That voice returned. That same one that often called out to him in his moments. It called to him back on the mountain when he nearly killed her. Drinking her blood and finding himself lusting harder for it. He had nearly taken her life. Nearly took everything from her. That voice that had spoken to him many times. The one that was motherly, firm, and kind. It held such a patience to it that he often found it both soothing and frightening all at the same time. <br><br>“No.” He whispered out. Not to Katia, but to that voice in his mind. That one that ran along the inside of his skull like silk on skin. He hated it when it called to his reason. Chased away his anger, made the demon subside. He growled out again and the angels sobs and pleading tones, yes, YES! This was what he wanted! He shivered again. To break her! To make her bend! No, fuck this selfish stupid angel. She had no rights to speak to him the way she did. No understanding to the ways of things. She didn’t even know what she fought for! Then there was her blood. Oh her blood had smelt so sweet last time… His eyes blinked.<br><br>When was the last time? The memory of moans and whimpers filled his mind. Soft mews and powerful hands gripping him. Teeth in his neck and fingers in his hair. The last time he smelt her blood? It… it was…<br><br><em>-She is scared, and you have proved your point.-</em><br><br>That voice returned again. No! no he had not proven his point! He was a powerful demon. Something filled with rage, loathing, wrath! an eater of angels. Devourer of souls, and all that represented what was good. He was! He used to be. Then it hit him all at once and his dark red eyes started to fade out. The red bleeding away to show silver and black. He was panting. It was all that he used to be once so very long ago. Not… what he was now.<br><br><em>-that’s it Lazarus, my good boy-</em><br><br>That voice faded finally and he lifted his hands to his face. An overwhelming flood of emotions hit him. A hiccup and sob filled the back of his throat and he was panting heavily. Then his fingers parted and he blinked at her stretched across the table. Listened to her sob as she struggled against her restrains. Katia… His brows met as his hands lowered. Stepping closer he reached for her leather cuffs and un-strapped her. When he did he moved back a few steps and then lightly bumped the counter of his workshop. Slowly he lowered to the ground. Tipping his head back he closed his eyes and took a few slow deep breaths. Realizing what he had done, and how close he had come to committing something rather horrible. Granted he had planned to do this before. He watched as some of her feathers fluttered to the ground and the looked up at the ceiling before closing his eyes again. The angel now free to move about if she wished it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 15:08:44</strong>
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				The room was filled with no sound for a moment, just the gasping sound of their shared pants. Katia's eyes were shut tightly, too emotionally and physically beaten to stop him now if he went through with this. Was she even in a condition to sustain that kind of loss, right now? Although, the angel assumed he would make sure she would not get off so easily, to be forced to live with the consequences. <br><br>Amidst her tears, she heard his whisper. No? <em>No what</em>, exactly? The angel's sobbing cries came to an end as she slowly lifted her head, waiting for his next move. Her red eyes remained stuck to the table. The angel heard the demon give a cry, one that sounded again so very human, and felt the small yet sturdy restraints binding her go loose. A startled gasp hitched in her throat, and she turned to look at him, searching for some sort of explanation. Providing none, Lazarus seemed lost to his own emotions, and Katia couldn't bear to look at him any longer. <br><br>Slowly, she moved her sore, battered arms down. Pressing her forearms protectively to her chest, the angel gave another final ragged gasp for breath, like a nearly drowned person finally finding air. Rolling to her side, the angel curled up, lying there, absorbing all her weakness. A part of her was simply just too damn tired and wanted to fall asleep right there on the table. <br><br>Rising to a seated position, her gaze avoided Lazarus. Instead, she found a black, worn blanket sitting atop some sort of equipment. Stumbling off the table, Katia's knees quavered. Steadying herself by pressing her two, delicately pale hands against another workbench, she reached the blanket and wrapped it around her shivering form, tucked under her arms and covering her body until her calves. <br><br>Now, at last, Katia watched Lazarus just sitting there. A pang of fear seized her, but so did something far more poignant, compassion. The angel could not comprehend why he stopped when he had, or what made him do it. He didn't seem to notice her presence at all and she seriously considered just leaving. Just crawl back to the cabin, to the room he had put aside for her, and hide under the covers. <br><br>The angel did not, however, and she crept across the room to where he had sat. Bracing her back against the table, she let her knees give and dropped to the floor beside him, tugging at her covering for more security, their bare shoulders touching as they sat side by side. Her wrists dangled in her lap uselessly, and they were truly a gory sight. Purple-black bruises, red chafed marks, her skin had been cut in torn in some places, the imprints of the restraints still fresh. In fact, glancing up and seeing the reflective surface of a nearby hanging knife, Katia looked as worn down as she felt. Her cheeks were an unnatural red, her eyes swollen and glassy, the intensity of the green clashing with red. Her body was battered, adorned with small bruises and cuts- some earned by her earlier battle and escape, other in the heat of their passion. The angel's illuminatia was a dull flicker and her long flaxen hair was tangled and knotted, hanging loosely to the small of her back. <br><br>Katia licked her dry lips and gave a disturbing, morbid chuckle. If the demon had found her enticing once, he couldn't possibly find her so now;&nbsp; she was truly a pathetic sight. Her wild laughter ending, the angel's head fell back onto the table behind them, eye flickering over to look at him. "You... Will be the death of me, you know." Some part of her knew the feeling was mutual. They were running each other ragged, but in different ways. Katia only looked so horrible because she had been fighting him this entire time, every recovery followed by another fight that left her weaker than before. <br><br>Hungry, tired, wrestling with such maddening emotional upheaval, no doubt Katia was a little loopy as she continued on, darkly amused. "Ah... I'm losing it. It's too early for this, and I'm friggin' losing it." Her head fell to his&nbsp; shoulder and she grew serious, watching him intently. "I do not understand you at all, Lazarus." Swallowing, her voice grew soft, "What made you stop?"&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 02:46:30</strong>
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				His chest was heaving for air as if he had been drowning,. In a sense for a few moments he had been. Drowning in the pitch of his tainted soul. That deep sweet darkness that frightened so many and yet called him to it like some twisted nursery lullaby.&nbsp; Its thorns ensnared him and like some poison whispered a delight that he often tried to avoid. The demon gasp when he felt her touch him as she sat down. Y et his eyes remained glued to the floor, the visions of what had taken pace and what he had almost done filling his minds eye. Imagining her battered, wings ripped free, body shivering and the other things he would have likely done to her. Taking her wings, and humiliating her. He had wanted to so badly. <br><br>Lazarus winced a bit when she chuckled, her words a blur in his hazy mind. He tore his faze from the ground and slowly, very slowly turned his head her direction. Still panting, his body covered in sweat before he shivered and licked his lips. Watching her, the mess she was in. It was his fault. He could have handled himself better, he didn’t need to lose it as he had. If he had just taken a moment and told her that she meant something to him, that his considerations had been about something else. Likely it would have been better. He wanted to blame her, the childish way she acted, the words that stung him so deeply. The way she looked at him as if he were a fool and something she despised. Yet… the truth of the matter was simple. He had gone that extra step and became hurt, became drunk off of the thrill over overpowering her. The very sight of her struggling and begging. It was something he had lost control over. <br><br>“Its not who&nbsp; want to be anymore.” he whispered finally. “You&nbsp; mock me for not choosing a side, but I do not wish to be an angle, or a demon. I do not want any part of that foolish blind life. It is not who I am anymore. Its not even remotely something I am interested in anymore.” His voice was a whisper, so soft it was hard to believe he was speaking. It was the truth though. He didn’t want to be cruel, corrupted, hateful and full of spite. He didn’t want to drown in that lost bliss of pure hate. No. he was better then that, better then a self righteous angel… better then a emotionless demon. <br><br>“I never thought anyone could save me. But… something in this world sees me as something salvageable, and that is the very reason I am here, and sworn to change.” He looked at her after a moment and frowned deeply, the action creasing his face and seeming to make him look so much older then he normally appeared. “Are you ok?” He asked. Then sighed as he looked her over. “You do not look ok.” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 23:05:30</strong>
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				Through the loopy haze of it all, his words continued to disturb her. Despite her teaching, her knowledge, a bigger part of her saw the truth. Something about what he said stirred her conscious in the most twisted way. Katia would have to stifle it, at least for now. Her arguments, her reasoning, it would all have to be saved for when she was strong once more, when she felt somewhat capable against him. When they also had a change of scenery, as a small part of her could at least acknowledge they were still in his little work room, and only a few steps from where she had been strapped down and almost stripped of her wings.&nbsp; <br><br>Another bubble of shrill laughter escaped the angel, her shoulders trembling slightly with effort. “Damnit, I concur whole-heartedly. I am not okay.” A wry, crooked smile flitted on her features, and she turned to face him, raising her purple wrists for him to view. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”&nbsp; The question was asked so sweetly, so innocently. Dropping her hands back in her lap, the angel was clearly exhausted, rendered almost delirious with the physical and emotional fatigue. “Well, there’s no reason to be. You didn’t hurt me, even though I’m not the prettiest sight to see. But you will have a dead angel on your hands soon if I don’t get something to eat.” Her head fell back with a thud on the wall once more, closing her eyes, her tongue flicking over her dry lips. “A bath might help too… And as much fun as scrounging around for clothing is, I would love something a little more… Proper to wear.” Was she asking too much of him? Yes, as his captive, but no, not as his love interest. Though the angel trusted that she understood hardly anything about this man, she assumed she was somewhere between those two roles. <br><br><br>(I hope this post was alright for disappearing for so long &gt;.&lt; I understand it is a little short, but I figured it fit well for the scene. Glad to be back!) 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>19-07-2013, 02:07:26</strong>
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				<br>His mind was still turning, and giving him a difficult time. He was still fighting the demon inside of him. It raged and screamed as it was locked back in the cage. He had once been an angel after all, he was not with out power over himself, but that loathing could be a very powerful thing. Hate, anger, rage. It was so destructive, so easy to slip into. Madness was something so blissful at times, like drinking wine, or taking a bite of your most cherished meal. It could bring a calm to something ready to break. <br><br>Glancing at her as she lifted her wrists and asked so softly, so sweetly if the sight of her bothered him. The demon just looked at her before the corner of his mouth tugged. It could have been worse. So much worse. It was ok though, it was rather poetic really. Being around this angel was a test it seemed. Something true and challenging. If he could survive her, he could be better. If she survived him, perhaps, she could learn something. The two of them seemed so caught up in this web. <br><br>His multi toned orbs just regarded her as she spoke. Needing food, and a bath. Indeed, he could use one himself, he could still smell the madness on himself. That strange sort of scent of sweat and desire beyond sex. <br><br>Nodding his head he slowly rose and reached for her. Leaning down to pull her into his arms and lift her. A moment of balance to hold her with her wings as a counter part. Lazarus felt weakened as well. He cradled her in his arms as he would a lover and started out of the work shop. Pausing at the door to cast a glance back before sighing and turning. The way back was a bit slow. When he finally made it to the house he rested her onto the island counter and turned away from her. Went back to cleaning up the mess he had mad from his fit and then set to work getting some food made. Still dressed in an apron he blinked down at himself and chuckled softly. Going back to his own room he came back out a moment later in a pair of silken pants and then went back to making them some food. He himself was not very hungry. Rather stated really with the emotions running through him. He set the plat next to her after a time. Still wrapped in his own silence and thoughts. <br><br>Then he went back to cleaning up the rest of the mess. Not wanting to step on any broken glass, though a moment ago he could care less. He remained silent as he worked on cleaning up. When he finished he looked at her and seemed still in a bit of a daze. He came over and reached out. Plucking one of her feathers he chuckled. “This will work well enough.” He said to himself and started out of the house. Heading back to his work shop. When he reached it though he saw more feathers scattered about and shook his head. Well that was uncalled for. Collecting them he started his own works and means to use them to make a healing solve. Dink eventually came in to check on him. The large wolf like animal silent as he watched his master. He knew what had happened, and right now silence was best. The angel? She was actually left on her own back at the house. Able to escape if she thought she could. Though he had set a spell on her that bound her to the island. But, either way she was alone for now. Seeming to trust her not to run. <br><br>End Chapter<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>20-07-2013, 04:27:22</strong>
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				<em>She could feel her breath catching, feel her chest pitch up in a jerky inhale of air. The pleasant, tingling sensation of cool fingers running down her sides, over her body. Was she bare once more?</em><br><br><em>Moist heat pressed insistently over her neck and jaw, the angel moved her head back eagerly to accept its assault on her bare flesh. Over the bite that would always leave a small mark.</em><br><br><em>Somewhere, in the void emptiness of her mind, she heard someone emit a soft, imploring mewl . Or was that her? What was this? Was she actually making any noise?</em><br><br><em>Hips rocked once, then twice. A small fire was roasting in her abdomen, igniting in her core, sending thrills of passion throughout her body, even down to her toes. Bliss.</em><br><br><em>She heard another needy gasp, but this time, she was sure it was hers. The fire brewing inside her was mounting, pressure insistently gathering between her legs. She could sense her knees locking together, her own thighs shut tightly as if she could keep it out. Somewhere in the fog, mismatched eyes were leering at her...</em><br><br><em>Lazarus. The name resonated in her mind, and her unconscious tongue tried to mumble it aloud. Another eruption of pleasure and she was sure she had cried it aloud. Lazarus. Her chest rose forward, the small of her back curving needingly, and Katia was overwhelmed with the need to clasp something, anything, in her small hands, and hold on for dear life as the marvelous feeling consumed her being...</em><br><em></em><br><br>"Gaaaah!" Katia's own high pitched shriek woke her, and the angel visibly jumped, threatening to fall out of the arm chair she was nestled in. Clamping one fist in her mouth to quiet herself, another hand lurched for the arm of the chair and hung tightly so she wouldn't fall into a heap onto the floor. "Mm?" Disorientated, the angel's fair locks spun around her as she looked around suspiciously, trying to make sense of the area. She had nearly slept in Lazarus's arms as he brought her in, surrendering in his arms and clinging to him like a weak child. He had brought her food, food that she had thoughtlessly devoured, and her foggy brain couldn't recall if she even thanked him or not. When he left, she had drank a considerable amount of cold water from the basin and stumbled into this spot, where she apparently dozed off. Oh. <br><br><em>He had left.</em> Katia's chest fell with a grand sigh of relief, and she collapsed against the back of the chair gratefully, hands covering her face. It was a dream unlike any other, one that had been potent enough to make her scream. Left her sweaty, unable to breathe, and horribly unsatisfied. Even now, the small bud of nerves he had worked expertly last night was throbbing as if he had actually been touching her just now. The needy noises she had heard in the dream... It was a mortifying possibility she had actually made those sounds. Actually moved her body. Actually said his name! <br><br>Untangling her legs from the blanket and sitting normally in the chair, Katia placed a hand over her chest, her voice weakly repeating, "Holy shit, holy shit, holy..." She didn't see the demon, but that didn't mean he hadn't seen <em>her</em>. But she didn't remember where he had went off to anyways. <br><br>The panting angel staggered to her feet, her calves shaking out of nervous excitement and fatigue, stepping away from the chair (giving an embarrassed grimace at the scratch marks on it from last night, when he had cornered her) and peeking her&nbsp; flushed, glowing face down at the dark hallway, away from the kitchen and entrance. Everything was too still! "... Lazarus?" The young angel's voice called out meekly, punctuated with her uneven breathing.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>20-07-2013, 21:28:27</strong>
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				It took him time, and melting down the feathers gave off such a sweet scent. Something sp pure it stung his eyes. What a funny thing. While his own leathery wings would make for poisons and death. Hers would make for healing and power. It was odd really. Strange sort of trade. When he managed to add the other herbs, the spells and the final moments of shifting in weight and sands and then it was done. The demon appeared pleased with his work. <br><br>He turned and started out of his shop. Ignoring the smell of her blood on the table he had strapped her too. The leather bindings holding brown and black from the dried blood she had shed in her struggle to get free. He was calmed a but more now. Not so much lost in his own strange anger, but now just… tired. It took him hours to finish what he was doing. He could still sense her on the island, and had no idea she had fallen asleep. It was a few more minuets after she had woken that he came in and spotted her. He lulled his head to the side. Holding a jar in his hands. He was still dressed in the same silken pants he had on before. <br><br>“You said you needed a bath right?” He had no clue about her dreams. What she had seen, he looked tired, and still sad. Likely looked more how she had felt. The truth was he was ashamed of himself. As for clothing? He had no clue what to give her besides some of his own clothing for now. Rarely did he bother with female attire. He sold weapons, potions, and some small items here and there. Rare things that most humans would not be aware of. <br><br>“You ok? You look flushed.” He came over and set the jar down before reaching out and touching her. His hand moving along her brow. Checking to see if she had a fever, Standing this close she could smell his scent. A mix between his sweat and the natural sort of sweetness that he normally gave off. The demon scent had faded, but was still lingering a bit to make him a bit musky. It was not an unattractive scent. Given that he was also working around spices and spells with her own feathers it was also sweet scented. <br><br>“You can go ahead and go bath, and I will work on finding you something to dress in.” He smirked, then turned away before picking up the jar of solve and bringing it over to her. “Rub this over your wounds, and by tomorrow they will be better.” He said and stepped away. “You know your way to the bath.” he said heading into the room. Oddly enough not hauling her around. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>21-07-2013, 10:01:18</strong>
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				Gaping stupidly at the demon when he returned, the angel tugged at her bottom lip, her eyes roving his exposed flesh. Both flawlessly pale and strong. She struggled to listen to what he said as that same, delightful shiver crept up her spine as he approached her. In her embarrassment, the angel failed to notice to distraught look on his face. "Fl-flushed?" She parroted in a stammer, her eyes going wide and staring vulnerably into his. At the touch of his cool hand, her ears burned, the color in her face reddening again. Retreating the slightest from his touch, Katia's bruised hand went to her cheek and she gave a nervous giggle, "Of course! I'm totally fine." The girl's mind reeled from the irony of her statement; she was <em>far</em> from fine. His aroma was making her ache in the most shameful way. <br><br>Taking the jar listlessly, Katia licked her lips, suddenly feel far too hot in her cover. He had taken her to the bath before, undressing himself first, then slowly unraveling her own garb... Watching him turn away, Katia's green eyes were hazy with lust, "Um, Lazarus... Do you think you want to, y'know-" She stopped suddenly, squirming uncomfortably in her spot. What, she was already caving, throwing herself at him like the night before?&nbsp; <br><br>Oh Gabriel, she was becoming a harlot! <br><br>"Nevermind!" With one last flustered look, the angel hurried out of the cabin, the jar nestled against her chest and the door slamming shut.&nbsp; <br><br>**~**~**~**~**<br><br>Twenty minutes later, the poor girl finally found some relief relaxing in the bath. Her wet, golden hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, arms resting outside the tub on the cool marble, cradling her head. Delicate features cast downward at the floor, her lips pursed before emitting a quiet sigh. Smothered under the soapy, warm water, Katia was able to think clearly. Back at the cabin just now, Lazarus had been so… Off. Not necessarily aloof, but clearly bothered. She didn’t notice, being bothered herself (well, that was one way of putting it), but now it was all too clear. And, even more bizarre, it made her feel sort of... Lonely. In a twisted way, Katia had become dependent upon and fond of his wise ass attitude. The angel’s aura dimmed slightly, her green eyes darkening with remorse.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>A small creak of the door signaled her return, bare feet gently noiselessly stepping inside the cabin. Wrapped in a luxuriously soft towel, the angel appeared mostly restored, smelling like the crisp, cold air outside.&nbsp; Her complexion glowed with a healthy vitality and even the ugly bruising on her wrists and hips were fading, thanks to the salve Lazarus had given her. <br><br>Katia wasn't sure how, but she resolved to attempt to comfort the demon, despite all that happened between them today. It was simply too unnerving to see him so quiet. Self consciously touching the long waves of hair, still damp from the bath, and further securing the small towel around her nimble frame, she crossed the empty kitchen and tread near the fireplace, wondering where he or his hellhound was, or if he managed to find something for her to wear.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>21-07-2013, 21:31:04</strong>
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				<br>He seemed curious when she started to speak, the way her face flushed over, and the expression on her face. The demon was naturally very curious indeed. She quickly seemed to stop herself from whatever it was she was going to ask and hurried away. The male stepped aside to let her and blinked as she went. That was odd, even for her. She did not seem her normal self, he had expected that spirit of her own wistfulness to return, yet she seemed unsettled, and uncomfortable. Of course after what had just happened who would be comfortable? She likely was afraid of him now. Who wouldn’t be? More shame moved through him. Had he truly even changed in the time that had passed? He had to wonder. Since meeting her, twice now he had lost himself. Part of him nearly wanted to set her free now, let her go. What was the point of keeping her? He had no true need of her really. <br><br>Or so he was trying to tell himself. The truth was though he had also become a bit dependent on her. The company she gave, just having another near who was new and didn’t know him as well as Ding did. The hellhound was rather simple in a lot of ways were the angle was much more a complex creature. Naive yes, but also layered with many different levels of her own makeup. <br><br>Lazarus moved about his home cleaning, his mind and body numb. He then had to sigh himself. What was he doing anyways? Looking around he frowned and then headed outside. He needed to bath as well. Get the scent of her blood free from himself. Though it was faint, it was enough to bother him. He moved over to the waters edge and his eyes flared with powers as his hands lifted. Suddenly flames surrounded a small area and he removed his pants before moving into the water. Giving the small space some heat for him to bath in. Ding came to the waters edge and there he dropped a stick before whining softly. Glancing over his shoulder the demon blinked at the hell hound. <br><br>“I want to play.” he said simply, wagging his tail and lulling his head to the side. His mouth never moving when he spoke. Lazarus glanced away and sighed. The dog seemed irritated for a moment before rising to his feet and barking. Then continued to bark, it was irritating as the animal ran along the bank and barked. Finally the demon turned. <br><br>“Fine! Let me finish up ok?” He said as he dunked himself under the water and rubbed over all his body and ran his talons through his hair. When he rose once more he shook himself and moved out of the water. His naked form dripping. He picked up the stick and looked down at Ding before tossing it. The hound chuckled low and then turned to go chase after it. This kept up for a good amount of time before the demon found himself worn out. He was covered in sweat. Luckily the water was still warm so he crawled back in to rinse off before heading back to the house. By this time she had come in looking for him. The demon had not yet gotten her anything to wear, he was digging through his own things to dress himself.<br><br>He stood in his room dripping, his back to the door as it stood wide open. He had markings down his back showing that his wings had moved into his form once more making him appear more human. Yet at the same time had turned into large tattoos down his strong lean form. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>21-07-2013, 23:21:53</strong>
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				Crossing through the dark interior of the hallway, Katia's feet padded on the deep carpeting, peering into a few rooms, including hers, before she finally came across the master bedroom. With the door ajar, Katia brazenly stepped forward, her voice soft, "There you are, I thought you had, uhh-" Approaching the demon, Katia flinched, drawing near enough to see the taut flesh on his bare back, his skin wet like hers. <br><br>A long, awkward silence fell between the angel and demon. Determinedly tipping her narrow chin up, the young girl stepped closer, refusing to allow her hazy, green eyes to venture any lower than his face. Katia couldn't bear the thought of seeing her so weak, so desperate for his touch. "Sorry 'bout that. I wasn't sure where you had gone off to." Despite her best intentions, Katia felt the creeping blush spread over her already warm skin, burning her ears under her flaxen hair. Unsure what to say, she tentatively let her eyes traverse the distance between his collarbones, the powerful muscles in his shoulders. With her own wings currently tucked away, hiding under creamy flesh, the angel and demon looked like any young human couple. Perhaps a bit odd- he was tall and lean, while Katia was small, even for a human, and curvy, perhaps not generously so but enough to have a feminine silhouette. <br><br>Mustering up her courage, Katia's hand touched his forearm, and she raised her voice the slightest, "Thanks, by the way, for taking care of me. I feel a thousand times better."&nbsp; Her head tilted slightly to the side, motioning to the door. "It's strange, we haven't seen much of the other today, huh? Come outside and... Maybe we can talk." Trying to bait him, she thought of what she done in Heaven for fun. Looking back, the angel had to admit she had taken her job far more seriously than most angels. "What do you do up here, all alone, to pass the time?"&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>22-07-2013, 00:13:24</strong>
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				Arching a brow when she came into the room he had to smirk at her attempts to keep from looking at him. If he had a reason to be shameful he would cover himself. However, he was less then concerned about being naked in front of her. Though she appeared uncomfortable. It was rather surprising, and he had to giver her credit for coming into the room and being around him naked. His eyes moved over her form and he smirked even more. When she said thank you he blinked at her a bit confused, then inclined his head. “yeah well… you wouldn’t be in such a state if I hadn’t lost my temper. I am sure that was fun to experience.” he said in a low tone. Clearly not very pleased and then sighing.<br><br>Looking away from her he stepped passed her as she spoke and he shrugged his shoulders. “I do a lot of reading, and fishing, taking care of making potions for sell. I am usually on the road a lot to. I do not stay around here as long as I have been recently.” He reached for a towel and dried himself off before pulling out a pair of pants and a shirt for her. Tossing it over he licked his lips. “I do not have much as far as female clothing is concerned, but it will work for now.” <br><br>Turning back to her he licked his lips. “I will meet you outside if you want to though.” he told her and pulled on his own pants, up around his hips and tying them off in the front. Then he moved to get black matching shirt to pull over. His feet still bare and coat was tossed over a chair in the corner. He put his choker back on and a few clips in his hair to pull back some of the strands, though most of them continued to hang in his face. <br><br>“I’ll see you outside then.” he said heading for the door and then moving to the crisp daylight. It was getting a bit cooler right now, but he was not bothered by it. Outside he waited for her while petting Ding a bit and seeming to grow quiet again. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>22-07-2013, 06:01:51</strong>
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				Her face fell as he spoke about their <em>incident </em>today. Well, so much for that. Noting how he breezed by her, speaking as if this was all an afterthought, compared to whatever was going on in his mind. When he handed her something to wear, Katia nodded quietly herself, opening her mouth to say something before deciding against it. Turning the silky garments in her hands, Katia felt the familiar stirrings as he dressed. Swallowing hard and turning away, she attempted to give some resemblance of a chuckle. Well, she supposed the moody demon wouldn't be interested in any of her dainty interests- singing, playing the lute (if he had one!), or dancing. Granted she read, knew a thing or two about burning metals, but that was hardly bonding material. Watching him leave, Katia dressed in jerky moments. The loneliness, sexual frustration, and regular frustration, it was getting the better of her. He was acting so passive, and she was getting fed up!&nbsp; <br><br>Within a few moments, Lazarus was joined by the angel, a hand cupping over her eyes to block out some of the sunlight. The breeze caught his shirt on her small frame, the silky, royal purple fabric billowing with the wind. Wearing the male's clothes, the angel's shape was completely obstructed in the garb, save for some definition of her hips, and the small bulge of her breasts. The waist of his pants, which were the same murky color of the shirt, was rolled several times so the legs of the pants did not drag on the ground. She was barefoot, similar to the demon, her long hair pulled up in a bouncy ponytail. For the first time today, her eyes were more green than grey, alert and knowing. <br><br>Well, there they were. Wrapping her arms securely over her waist, Katia studied Lazarus's face, searching for any vulnerability, the air blowing and occasionally catching a strand of hair. "So..." She drawled, rocking on her heels, her own eyes turning from his. Somewhere a bird sung its sweet tune. Twelve hours ago they were in the heat of passion, and just four hours ago they were in the heat of a bloody, frightening conflict. Katia had no idea how to handle the situation. A part of her was the soldier, trying to maintain honor and dignity, ultimately conquering her enemy with stoic pride. Another was a confused girl who wanted some attention from the man she had been with. The broiled emotions finally emerging on her face, the angel directed her eyes to him. The hell with being subtle or gently coaxing him. With a pout on her face, her hands on hips, and in simple clothing, the angel could have easily passed for a teenage human now. If old age made Lazarus blunt and unfeeling, young age made her impatient and naive. "Fess up. Are you avoiding me or something?!" Her reedy, high-pitched voice demanded. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 04:27:29</strong>
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				The question startled him and his brows met before he glanced at her. Lifting a hand he pushed his hair out of his face. “No.” He said softly. For a moment he seemed to really consider her question. Was he? Perhaps it appeared that way. He had a lot on his mind. Perhaps he figured it was just something needed. <br>Those eyes of his moving to the ground as he curled his toes in the dirt and then turned coming closer to her, his hand lifted and he tugged at her shirt. “We really do need to get you some clothing that fits, you look funny dressed this way.” Actually she looked pretty cute. But he was attempting his normal actions. <br><br>He failed though, the humor that would normally reach his eyes appeared to stop about half way and then melt back down his face once more. “So now what?” he asked her suddenly. “clearly by now its pretty obvious I have no need for you.” It came off sounding worse then he meant it, but that was something he didn’t even try to fix. It was a sound question. What now? What would become of them? He had no plans to take her wings, so what would happen now? If he let her leave she could lead others back to him. If he knocked her out and tried to drop her off some place, they could be tracked before he could even drop her. So now what? <br><br>Clearly he had just as much confusion as herself. Yet at the same time she was attempting wasn’t she? She appeared to be trying to make things work. As for himself? He just… failed. As usual. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>25-07-2013, 20:30:21</strong>
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				His comment made her recoil sharply, as if she had been struck. It took the angel a moment to realize the rationality behind his question, and her features softened, rosy lips pursing thoughtfully. Her eyes travelling down to the ground, Katia shrugged, "Well," She ventured, looking up to study the expression in his eyes. Rational or not, his words had stung and the angel's surmounting doubt and confusion was reaching its peak. Tugging lightly on her plump bottom lip, a strong part of the angel wanted to shake the demon by the shoulders and demand an answer. <em>Do you want to get rid of me or not?</em> As willful as the young angel was, that damnable pride restrained her, insisting she keep her temper.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't know," The angel fumbled, "I doubt they would take me back now, anyways. Not as a soldier, if they know about um... What we did." She finished softly, self consciously feeling at the bite on her neck, fingering the imprint of teeth along her flesh. The side of her mouth curved downward in a frown, the words he spoke the night before repeating in her mind. <em>Part of you will always want to be near me.</em> He didn't plan on taking her wings, because he cared? Or was it his conscious he wanted to save? Katia realized she was growing attached to him, a thought that both frightened and soothed her, somehow. <br><br>Another breeze caught the loose strands of her hair; the girl secured them behind her ear, almost annoyed. "I'm not a useless girl- I wouldn't have been sent to Earth if I was," She spoke a bit ruefully, but what was she really angry or hurt about? "Besides, there is no reason to panic. You said yourself this place was impossible to navigate or find, isn't that right?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>26-07-2013, 02:40:32</strong>
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				<br>Blinking at her for a moment he lulled his head to the side. "Who said I was panicking? Do I look worried over angels finding me? I am not the sort who worries over angels so much, but I am uncertain what to do with you. Keeping your wings marks you as you are. Removing them would make you human." There, he said it, gave her the information others had hidden away from her all this time. If she were to lose them, she would become a simple mortal. Or would she? Perhaps not a true mortal, more like an immortal with out the angels powers. Getting hurt would take longer to heal, but she would never age. As long as she avoided death, she would live forever. <br><br>The demon shrugged his shoulders. "It was a small part of the reason I wanted them. One being to use them for healing potions like the one I gave to you, the other... well keeping you around as a servant. Now? I don't really know." He said before smirking at her, "Its not like you care anyways. You already made that very clear." <br><br>Ah. She something was reveled in the end. The two of them seemed to have a hard time admitting their feelings, but when it came down to it, he was still hurt by the comments she had made. Did it even matter anyways? "I was foolish to even bring you here. I got greedy. Now I am stuck with you and no idea what to do with you." Part of him in a sense wanted her to hurt a little to by the things she had said. Sure, she was sorry. However, she had only been sorry when faced with the horror of being pinned and dismembered for what she was. "As for them taking you back? I am sure you could just say I raped you and that would be that. It is not to far from the truth is it? Forcing myself onto you, until you submitted, you can always leave that part out. Just say I forced myself. You have wounds to prove it." <br><br>Why was he saying these things? He mentally asked himself. Lazarus couldn't seem to stop himself from speaking. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>26-07-2013, 05:20:35</strong>
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				The angel let him finish speaking, her green eyes clouding ominously. For a being of Light, she could look quite scary, and the death glare she was giving the demon was far from angelic. Was <em>this</em> how the demon felt when she had said those things this morning? In her fury, the angel couldn't even register that thought. There was a long pause between them, when the angel's small fists clenched by her sides and she glared at him accusingly, "God, that is so unfair!" Looking away, Katia stepped forward, her words coming out in an angry, confused rush. <br><br>"I would never say something so untrue, or so <em>stupid</em>. The fuck I submitted to you. You know as well as I do that it's a complete lie!" He offered to stop, she insisted he continue. She had relented when he asked her to beg, but only for her own desire. Hell, she had bitten his neck and lips, driven her nails into his hips, his back. As if to make her point, the little angel boldly gripped his hipbone, still raw from her touch, and hissed coldly, "You're not completely unscathed either, sweetheart." she released him, shoving him the slightest in the process. What made her so angry? That he was inferring she was a weak, little thing who couldn't defend herself? Or that he was writing off what that meant to her? Probably both. <br><br>Once she started, there was no stopping her. The angel stepped in close and raising her chin defiantly up at him. "Secondly, I'm not an object that needs to find some purpose, or be discarded. I thought you knew better than that, when you stopped this morning, but maybe I was wrong." A finger jabbed in his face, raising to her toes, Katia's voice still so dangerously low, "And if that is really all you think of me, as some useless pawn of the Gods that you kidnapped, then you are indeed a damned fool; because you know what a silly little angel is worth, and yet you refused to cash in. In that case, I hope you suffer with your little buyer's remorse for all eternity."&nbsp; <br><br>"But this, this is where you are really wrong, Lazarus,"&nbsp; Their bodies so close right now, nearly touching. The finger pointed in his face clenched instead in his hair, fisting raven tresses. Another hand greedily snatched his jaw, tugging the demon down into a savage kiss. Still inexperienced, she didn't press her mouth open against his, but covered her lips insistently against his, relaying her fury as best as she could. Clearly, Katia was proud, but perhaps not passive aggressive. When he attacked her, or intended to hurt her, she let him know how she felt by attacking right back. Hurt was synonymous with anger. And judging by the pissy little display before him, it was safe to say the angel was hurt!<br><br>Pulling away, panting harshly for air, the angel felt her own lips, still glaring at the demon. "You have <em>no</em> idea what I feel, <em>or</em> what I want." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 03:27:12</strong>
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				<br>The demon watched her. His expression a bit surprised as she seemed to fume up before completely boiling over. Arching a brow he remained silent, but his own expression growing hard. This little woman had been a pain in the ass since he found her. The nerve she showed in her reaction caused his head to hurt a bit. He supposed though blaming her was pointless, but she was distracting him from his self pity. The demon had reacted rather hard to what he had done, but in the end he was still hurt about the things she said. When she told him that she would never say something that stupid he had to look up at her once more. Was it her pride of saying she had been subdued really that high? Or was it more. This was exhausting. Now was not the time to pick a fight, and yet? He grew angry once again. Right when he opened his mouth to say something though she gripped his hip and made him wince in pain. Indeed, she had left her mark behind on his body. <br><br>Eyes narrowing as they lifted to look back into her own faded green orbs. <br><br>He went to open his mouth again to say more, only to feel himself shoved back. The healing had done her some good. He was weakened right now and the force of it caused him to stumble. He stood up straight and balled his hands into fists at his sides. Her words caught him off guard again and he blinked a bit in surprise at her. Gasping when she gripped his hair and kissed him, that moment of anger melted, it was confusing and yet… <br><br>It felt perfect. The demon moaned and then blinked in a daze as she pulled back. He gazed at her thought half lidded eyes. Those breathless two tones orbs appearing rather submissive before he whispered out to her softly. “You really are a foolish girl aren’t you?” He smirked at her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 19:53:49</strong>
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				Katia could sense it, surprisingly enough, as his own tense aggression started to melt in their kiss. Secretly she felt a twinge of pride, or perhaps it was glee, that she could impact the demon, and render him susceptible to her. Watching as his eyes, now diluted vulnerably, returned her gaze, Katia felt the nagging hunger return, residing just south of her navel. Seeing him appear so submissive made it feel like there was no harm in indulging in him; that the powerful aphrodisiac of his body and comfort of his arms wouldn't corrupt her, or her heavenly righteous mind. Her own eyes were alight with color, brightly shining green, conveying her own pleasure in the kiss, the twinge of her lips showing her happiness. <br><br>But she could not escape the knowledge that enjoying Lazarus meant turning away from Heaven, or her leaders. And the angel just <em>couldn't</em> allow that. At least, not now. <br><br>"Maybe," She admitted softly, at last speaking, "But no more foolish than you are," Greedily pulling him close once more, the angel couldn't resist the sensation of their kiss and hungrily pressed her lips to his. An uncomfortable, desperate whimper came from the back of her mouth, and the angel insistently pressed his chin down, opening his mouth to her. Her small tongue eagerly searched the cavern of his mouth, hands coiling around his body as if she wanted to devour him. It satisfied her a bit; for once the angel thought she could thrive off a small kiss, or even another passionate one, her desire escalated, wanting to peel off the bothersome garb he wore, to feel his hands on her bare flesh again...<br><br>Caught in her own snare, the angel squirmed, her hands falling from him and her mouth pulling away with an audible smack. It appeared that if the demon tried to keep up with the flighty, confused angel, he would find himself terribly lost. "But I am <em>so</em> angry with you!" She breathlessly insisted, trying to restrain herself. "You were saying things now just to be a complete jerk, and... And so I'm not kissing you <em>again</em> after that, because I'm still mad, and you're still a jerk!" Hopelessly flustered, the angel was very aware of him watching her, and now eagerly sought an escape from his judgement. But who was there to run to, or to find solace in?&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 20:21:41</strong>
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				<br>The male was floored by her gripping needy touch. His heart skipping and then slamming in his chest. He found himself lost, indeed horribly spiraling, and the harder she kissed him the more meek his own returned affections became. She was a storm and he nothing more but the shore she crashed against.&nbsp; He moaned again when her arms tightened around him. <br><br>Needless to say she was exciting him again, making his body burn and just as his hands lifted to actually wrap back around her once more, she pulled away and growled at him. A look of confusion moving over his features. “If being mad at me, means kissing me like that I will be certain to do it more often.” He said, and though she said she would not kiss him again, he was going to change her mind. Pulling her closer once more, his hands gripping her ass and his mouth moving to her neck, he licked right along her flesh and lightly bite her. <br><br>She could feel the pressure of his fangs pressing, deepening, before finally breaking the skin. He moaned as he felt a light soft taste of her blood. Not a deep bite, but enough to get a taste of her. He suddenly lifted her and turned, slamming her back against the tree he had been standing by. His mouth unlatching and he exhaled a hot breath. Licking along her wound and coming back to her own kiss. The submissive side melting away as he forced her legs to wrap around himself. She could feel him press to her, the heat of him throbbing through the fabric of their clothing. <br><br>“I am angry at you to, you said things to be hurtful as well.” He told her and pulled back to look into her eyes. His own softening and then he kissed her softly again. His hands gripping he thighs tightly. He ground against her again and then looked down between them, his mouth slack as he exhaled a shaky breath. Then only his eyes lifted to look into her own eyes. “I do not regret finding you…” He told her and kissed her again. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 07:47:49</strong>
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				Cocking her head curiously to the side, Katia opened her mouth to continue her half hearted protests when, suddenly, she was against him once more. The small pressure of teeth accompanied by the break of her skin made the angel gasp in response, but not in pain. Instead, she tipped her head back wantonly, small, pale hands coming to urge him further as they clutched at his shoulders. Finding it difficult to breathe normally, Katia squeezed her eyes shut, her senses overcome, “Lazarus…”<br>&nbsp;<br>A weak yelp left the young girl at the unexpected impact of the bark pressing against her back. Her lush green eyes popped open, expectant yet awed, watching the top of the demon’s head hovering over her neck. The naïve angel managed to return his kiss with equal aggression, her legs drawing around his waist with little contest. His length was against her once more now, and the angel relished in the satisfying heat spreading in her warmth, her tongue massaging his insistently. They were so close.<br>&nbsp;<br>Nearly missing his words, the angel quieted her body’s needs for a moment to listen. Her eyes peered back into his, vulnerable and rendered defenseless; no longer the haughty glint or cocky glare, the angel showed her true age. A newborn angel, completely inexperienced and guileless, yet impatient and rarely satisfied. Was this… How she had made him feel? This horrid frustration?<br>&nbsp;<br>Unable to fully return his kiss, Katia was still stuck on what he had said. Had she really hurt him that much? The demon really couldn’t be such a monster, or a despicable enemy, as she assumed. She didn’t balk at him, or call him weak; instead, she felt the distance between them narrow a little. The angel turned her face into his as he moved his hips against hers, wringing out a pained cry of desperation. Katia’s eyes welled up pitifully and she tugged on her bottom lip as the demon’s gaze was cast downwards. “I’m sorry…” Her voice was soft, that of a human child; guilty, mild, and maybe even pleading. Perhaps deep down, the angel didn’t regret being caught either. His lips finally returned to hers, after far too long, and all the angel’s will relented for this moment. Returning his sweet kiss passionately, her mouth working against his, the angel’s hands searched frantically above her head at the bark. Gripping the rough wood of the tree, she drove her hips down on his, a muffled moan tangling her tongue. She needed this, right now. Giving another few satisfying thrusts, her hands were upon Lazarus once more, coiling in his midnight hair before grazing his exposed chest, her fingers eventually dancing to the nape of his neck to tilt his head back and tighten her hold on him, her legs curling around his torso.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 19:17:46</strong>
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				<br>A warm soft smile moved across his otherwise flawless features. The sweetness of her tone, and the way she spoke screamed out the truth of her comment. She was sorry, and he had to relent and nod. “Me to.” He told her. He was sorry. He had scared her, and hurt her, and the actions between them seemed to scorn and harm not their pride, but the very core of who they were. <br><br>The way her fingers coiled and gripped his hair made him moan and he bucked up against her. Shivering and needing the fabric between them gone. He wanted inside of her, and didn’t want to hold back either. <br><br>His hands snaked their way around her, gripping her pants and tugging them down her hips. He pulled back enough for them to find their way to her knees. Luckily their were his own pants and she had enough strength in her form to keep her upper body against the tree as he ground against her again. He moaned, now that one layer of fabric was gone. The next layer would have to wait. He shifted and urged one of her legs, and managed to completely free her. One arm coming under one leg to hold her better. <br><br>With one leg balanced nearly up around his shoulder, her other wrapped around him with pants dangling from them he was able to better use his hands now and worked to free himself. The comfort of his own clothing long gone, and not it just felt tight and straining. Once free, she would feel the weight of him land against her sex, the underside of his shaft teasing and grinding up against her, wanting to excite her body for what was to come and make his own entering slick. So he tormented the both of them with his movements. Teasing her, wanting her, and looking into her eyes before he smiled again. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>26-09-2013, 08:38:56</strong>
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				Katia panted as they separated briefly, barely away of the shift in their positions, but instead focused on the cool sensation of the air around her bare hips. Already her core was hot, as their desperate kissing and closeness had its effect on her. Complying easily and moving her legs as Lazarus shifted himself, the angel's mouth dropped silently as his length pressed into her. That familiar, unnerving want became a ferocious need. <br><br>"Ughh," Her head tipped back as she groaned, the crown of blonde hair pressing into the trunk of the tree behind her. Feeling his head pressing into her, so close to being inside, was enough to drive her crazy. The young angel was listless with desire, her hands falling to her sides to feel at the rough bark behind her, sliding up to rest above her head. Bracing herself in the demon's arms, Katia raised her&nbsp; hips, tugging on her lip in concentration, and pressed him ever so slightly into her entrance. Though no longer intact, the demon's shaft still stretched the small angel's insides. <br><br>Shuddering, unable to breathe steadily now, the angel lowered her hips more, slowly impaling herself on his length. Her mouth parted in a quiet mewl, her eyes shutting with utter bliss and satisfaction. Her pale fingers clenched into the wind, trying to gain leverage as the angel slowly rose up again, while her eyes, now vibrantly green, peered at him behind a heavy lidded gaze. Carefully, she increased her pace, not moving so fast as to hurt herself and slowly build up. <br><br>The muscles in her legs were shaking, struggling with pleasure and exertion to hold herself up and continue thrusting around him. Katia's light brows furrowed together as another needy whimper tore free from her, her eyes overcome and conveying passion as she gazed back into his own, blonde wisps of hair falling from her ponytail and framing her thin face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>03-11-2013, 18:54:31</strong>
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				The demon smiled, and moaned. His voice a song in the crisp air around them. The way she managed to move back against him was driving him wild. Paled cheeks flushed, he could see the reflection of himself in her eyes. The image drowning in her lust. Those orbs or hers bright and so very alive as they held their own determination and attraction. <br><br>“Fucking perfect.” he uttered out, his lips only parting enough to express that little phrase. It was perfect, the way she moved, the want of their bodies. Even if they clashed, something about them reminded him of a sword and shield. Two different elements that served a purpose making a perfect union. <br><br>He leaned in again, claiming her mouth in a powerful kiss. His hands moving under her body to grip her ass, guiding her movements and helping her. His own arms shaking as he felt her tight insides grind, and slide. The sensation making his thighs quiver, his head tipping back as he moaned out. Hips thrusting harder, making her bounce a bit. Even with how he dominated her at first, she seemed more then able to still hold her own. Now he was forcing more, demanding more as well. The slapping sounds of their bodies filling the air and he leaned into her more. Her name a lust filled groan in his mouth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>09-05-2015, 01:05:56</strong>
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				Lazarus woke slowly, feeling the weight of an arm across his torso, many things had changed since him and his, lover? Friend? Rival? All he knew in the end was that he did not want her to go. The confusion on if that feeling was shared was still there, yet their own strange back and forth had in some ways returned to normal. After that day they had managed to pile themselves into his room and not leave for... well a while. <br><br>Now though the sun peeked in on them, and as it did a thought struck him. It was likely time he started to open up to her more. The main issue between the two of them was the pissing contest they always found themselves in. She an angle, him a demon, it was a common enemy and yet some how they managed to find even ground. A lot of it could have been due to the drive and wants their bodies had. <br><br>Lazarus had no intentions of taking her wings anymore, but he also knew that if she stayed an angel eventually someone would come looking for her. His home was safe, to an extent. There was one other thing. He needed supplies at some point too. Turning his head, those strange colored eyes of his settled on the female who rested so soundly. Her body giving off a soft glow, her hair across the pillows and some wrapped in his fingers. A warm grin moved across his features. Reaching over he pushed some of that lovely colored corn silk from her face and leaned in to kiss her cheek. <br><br>"We should likely wake and rise, we have been in bed for a while now." How many days? His body was tender and ached, he had marks on himself from it, some of their actions getting aggressive from time to time. All in all though? He was becoming addicted and that alone was hard for him to admit. <br><br><br>(Sorry this took so long and its rocky, I reread everything though hopefully get some muse back LOL))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Refuge With a Demon (Lingo and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>05-07-2015, 23:22:16</strong>
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				How long had it been? Truly, the angel could not keep track of time. All the days seemed to blend together. It was all a single, hazy dream, pleasure punctuated by moments of fear and confusion. After their coupling, exhausted and collapsed in each other’s arms, Katia had slept. But her sleep hadn’t always been peaceful. Visions of Abomination, the Holy Guard descending upon her, the shrill orders and cries of her superiors, they rang in the young woman’s ears until she awoke in tears, clinging to Lazarus like a frightened child. Never did they speak about her dreams, yet perhaps he knew; was this Gabriel’s way of punishing her, or a warning? Had she gone too far? <br><br>It was out of her control. The young angel’s attachment felt for the demon only grew stronger rather than dissipated with time. Of course, what seemed to be the strongest mutual urge between them was lust; Katia was like a man finding water in the desert, her hunger for him seemed as if it would never be quenched. Yet the things that had once repelled her about him- his disobedience, his age, his Earthly isolation- now fascinated her. How did Gabriel’s right hand become so disenchanted with the Heavenly Order, that he turned on brothers and became a creature of darkness? <br><br>The demon d had not told her upon her capture, and she hadn’t wanted to disrupt the peace now. Now adjusting to being on this Earth, for her first time, she was starting to feel confined. What other kind of creatures dwelled outside this lonely island? Humans, of course- but any creatures like themselves? She had heard of mortals making devilish deals, becoming warlocks and witches, trying to seize power from the Heavenly Order. Lazarus was a merchant, this much she knew, yet she did not know if he would take her on his travels. It may have been foolish not to; if her dreams meant anything, Michael and Gabriel were still keeping tabs on her. They may have planned to come seize her whenever they felt they could. <br><br>Now awakened from her dreamy state by a gentle kiss, the angel’s morbid thoughts deserted her, and she stirred. Green, vivid eyes blinked open, much like a newborn kitten, and the young blonde gave a small groan in response and buried her face in his neck. “No.” She huffed simply, childishly, attempting to nuzzle closer to him as a method of bargaining. After a moment, as the demon resisted, Katia peered outside the window. Morning? She mewled, they didn’t have much of an excuse. Damn it all. <br><br>“Hmph, fine, you’ve got my attention.” Moving her face away from the concave of his shoulder, she laid her chin on his chest, flaxen hair splaying over his torso and onto the bed. “I thought you were comfy here,” The usually serious angel teased coyly, a smirk playing on her lips, “but is there anything in particular that is bothering you?”&nbsp; <br><br>(Sorry for the wait! It took me a long time to find her voice again, damn that muse!) 
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