A tale of two evils... (KingMob & DD)
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				Title: <strong>A tale of two evils... (KingMob &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DobbyDevotchka</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 01:35:59</strong>
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				&nbsp;Almost like a simple twist of fate, Duran Duran's Hungry like the wolf was playing on the outdoor speakers of a Bistro patio as she passed by. <br><em> -.. smell like i sound.. i'm lost in a crowd, and i'm hungry like the wolfff..- </em><br>&nbsp;The drum of her spiked heels clicked in a rhythmic crescendo, effecting more of a hypnotic trance as opposed to a distraction.<br><em> -.. straddle the line.. in discord and rhyme. I'm on the hunt, I'm after you..-</em><br><br>&nbsp; Morrigan, much like vapor, was often paid no mind until she chose to take someones attention. This allowed her freedom of passage anywhere she went at any time of the day, without her objects of entertainment getting in the way.&nbsp; The luxury of being considered a powerfully evil temptress was something she never tired of, that is to say, on planet Earth.<br><br>&nbsp; Yes, and this was solely entertainment. Pick and choose as they come, she would sate a ravenous hunger; which ultimately gave her so much pleasure in the process.&nbsp; New York City has been thriving for many years, and as such, it's an abundantly stocked hunting ground for the succubi. So many other amenities besides which caused random exclamations of delight, such as the sight of a blinking marquee that boasted the triumphant return of "<strong>The Magical Maestro, El Romano Diablo</strong>".<br><br>&nbsp;"...come experience a natural talent, the master of illusion..."&nbsp; &nbsp;she read over the invitation, causing the corners of her skillfully painted rose lips to draw back into the tell-tale smile of a seasoned trouble maker. "Don't mind if I Do." <br><br>&nbsp; And like the elusive stalker she is, Morrigan tread softly into the theatre, not stirring a single eye in her direction, not even the lobby host who ushered the patient paying customers through the roped gates.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; She planned on showing Maestro Romano who the master of all illusion was. Demonstrate to him how that title belonged to none other than the forever desirable Morrigan; she who has fulfilled the fantasies of countless thousands for the past two centuries should only be fit to wear such a crown.&nbsp; If only they knew how good she was, perhaps they too would be lining up to see her pull a few tricks from her bag.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;<br><div align="center">(http://www.fightersgeneration.com/characters2/morrigan-b-udon.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A tale of two evils... (KingMob &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KingMob</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 19:44:21</strong>
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				The Theater itself was full, a seething morass of humanity that quibbled and discussed the various pleasantries that inevitably occurred whenever so many people were packed into such close proximity.&nbsp; Either this Romano was as talented as the flyer proclaimed, or sheer curiosity had driven these people to flock to a new gewgaw, to Ooo and Ahhh over.&nbsp; Or, if worse came to worse, indulge in heckling as another aspirant toward the annals of magical stardom crashed and burned spectacularly.<br><br>None of which paid Morrigan any mind, her power more than capable of deflecting the attention of even this aggregate mass of humans.&nbsp; <br><br>The light dims, conversation cut out to anticipatory silence, and these supposed devil, Romano, came upon the stage.<br><br>He was sharply dressed, calm, composed, smiling professionally.&nbsp; A good suit could make any man convey the image of power and authority, but underneath that nicely put together collection of fabric spoke of a powerful build, handsome features, and black hair that pooled against his shoulders, worn long in a classical style rarely seen in this day and age.<br><br>He saw Morrigan instantly.<br><br>The moment he came onto the stage, thier eyes met; two predators instinctively drawn to the other, taking a measure of thier capability.&nbsp; There was only a small, brief hesitation that no one but Morrigan saw, there and gone in a fleeting second.&nbsp; The meaning was clear, and Morrigan was able to get a measure of this supposed master.&nbsp; That this human guise was but a fleeting lie - Romano was like her.&nbsp; A demon.<br><br>If the presence of this powerful entity in his audience gave him falter in his showmanship, it didn't show.&nbsp; He manipulated the crowd easily enough, even giving them a few rare displays of actual magical prowess - crumbs, from a very rich table for any true demon, but for the humans in audience it was like wonders given form and flesh.<br><br>Too soon for those in attendance, the show ended, though more than two hours had gone by.&nbsp; El Romano Diablo had retreated to the security of the backstage after giving his farewells and smiles to those that had attended.&nbsp; Reluctantly, the crowd disgorged from the Theater, melting back into the streets.<br><br>Morrigan, likely, had other plans.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A tale of two evils... (KingMob &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DobbyDevotchka</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 01:27:19</strong>
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				&nbsp; Morrigan strategically chose her seat, nicely centered within the crowd, row G brought her eyes level with the stage and this pleased her. A sizable amount of energy could be felt within the elaborately decorated theater, most of which failed at baiting the alluring demon.&nbsp; She was already set on her course to titillate the man of the hour... delve into his mind for awhile, take a tour and exploit his deepest fantasies while he attempted to dazzle the audience who eagerly awaited his tricks.<br><br>But...something was amiss, she knew this.&nbsp; A sense of another demonic entity impregnated the room as the lights dimmed.&nbsp; She was soon assaulted by the taste of fresh juniper berries, her head filled with the stifling aroma of the woody-sweet pine of the fruit.&nbsp; It was what the Ananasi smelled like, the last unexpected encounter with fiendish entities.&nbsp; Her nose wrinkled in what looked like disgust, but beneath the distaste she felt a fleeting prick of fear.&nbsp; The Ananasi man had definitely effected her in ways that evidently remained intact, and she was not about to allow this mystery magician&nbsp; do the same.<br><br>&nbsp;Romano appeared on the stage before she had a moment to readjust her plan, a look of pure contempt befalling the succubi's porcelain-like features.&nbsp; She was known to show explicit bouts of bratty tantrums, but this was not the time nor place for her to indulge the displeasure that was roiling within.&nbsp; She loathed surprises that weren't stacked in her favor, for she was primarily one who took advantage of the unanticipated. <br><br>&nbsp; His eyes locked on hers for that split second and she was unable to read anything from him... his composure remained unchecked. There was no choice but to further investigate his purpose being in New York, and whether she could persuade him to stay out of her way. She had the strength to dissuade him from remaining in the area. She didnt want the whole town knowing a Succubus was on the prowl, Demon or Human alike. <br><br>&nbsp; Abruptly after the show, she navigated toward the backstage of the theater, into the dark narrow passage that offered access to a half dozen dressing rooms and costume storage spaces. The shadows played around her, an eerie dance that had the effect of windblown gnarly weeds fanning in her wake. <br><br>&nbsp; She knew immediatly which door belonged to the so-called Romano, three sharp knocks on its surface announced her looming presence.&nbsp; He would no doubt feel the raw pulse of her essence seeping through the cracks of the doors frame... a strangling heat that didnt quite feel hot at all.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A tale of two evils... (KingMob &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KingMob</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 03:59:21</strong>
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				The demanding sound of her knocks echoed, faded.&nbsp; A moment, another - then the door to Romano's dressing room drifted open as if caught by some errant breeze, the time having been taken to finally address the matter delivering a subtle insult Morrigan; one of importance, and her lack thereof in this unknown demon's schemes.<br><br>Worse, is the man's - demon's - posture.&nbsp; He sits, facing the door, legs folded and limbs loose upon the expanse of the couch that faces the door.&nbsp; Whether it's an affected posture or he's simply been sitting there, waiting, laconic and languid for the Succubus to come to <em>him</em> is hard to discern at first blush.&nbsp; <br><br>More, is the measure of control he exhibits.&nbsp; Any hint of the surprise he held at their first contact is gone; in it's place is calm, cool, predatory measure.&nbsp; A lion in it's den, firmly aware of the boundaries of his territory - and that another predator lurked within it.<br><br>A soft crook of one finger, the inviting gesture clear, though this individual is no gentleman in the slightest; he remains sitting as he regards Morrigan's lust-inspiring form with a gaze edged with both respect and a hunger of his own.&nbsp; No chaste saint this demon - his eyes are pure male in their manner, and what catches their attention.<br><br>"Come in, won't you please," he murmurs, voice deep, smooth, sensual.&nbsp; "If you've troubled yourself this much, it wouldn't do for you to leave... unsatisfied?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A tale of two evils... (KingMob &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DobbyDevotchka</strong> on <strong>04-03-2010, 18:25:42</strong>
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				<br><br><br>&nbsp;The door opened, revealing the poised malignant spirit in all her curvaceous glory.&nbsp; Her true form, veiled, was saved for moments of guaranteed combat, and her efforts wouldn't be wasted if she could sway him with well-placed suggestions, or words of warning. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Her traditionally brilliant turquoise locks were altered to a startlingly vivid blond, errant strands guided by the mysterious forces which granted her access to his room.&nbsp; She wore a form fitting wine colored cat suit that gathered like a halter around the neck, her voluptuous chest highlighted by the plunging v-cut of its zippered front.&nbsp; The finest black leather boots with gold findings served to complete her telling ensemble, spiked heals that stood her at a lofty 6 feet.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Her measured gaze swept the room before allowing it to settle on the relaxed Romano, sitting comfortable, mockingly so, on the provided couch.&nbsp; She took her turn in taking time to respond to his invitation, that finger extending and curling to draw her inward. Just to add insult to injury, she'd take her own time to acknowledge him with speech.<br><br>&nbsp; "I completely forgot to bring you roses, forgive me.&nbsp; You see, I'm a rather busy lady, New York doesn't allow one much rest..." .. she paused long enough to give him another surveyed glance. "... or relaxation."<br><br>&nbsp;She couldn't yet admit to herself that she found him the attractive enigmatic sort, unable still to decipher what secrets lay behind those carnivorous eyes. Indeed, she stood well within what was considered his boundaries, and her strengths weren't necessarily highlighted in stand-offs with fellow demons. <br><br>&nbsp;"Touching on more important matters, Romano.&nbsp; It's this silly juvenile issue i have.&nbsp; I dont know how to share.&nbsp; The word holds no meaning for someone like me.&nbsp; I don't presume to know what it is you plan on doing here in New York,&nbsp; but I simply can't allow you to perform, willy nilly as it may be, when i have this terrible problem participating with others."<br><br>&nbsp;Her voice was the sound of black lace; sinful, dark and fetching.&nbsp; Ever present in her tone was that sprite-like, I'm just here for fun, and don't give a shit attitude.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A tale of two evils... (KingMob &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KingMob</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 02:30:44</strong>
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				Morrigan's mannerisms, even at rest, screamed to the world a simple fact; that she was queen-bitch of all she surveyed.&nbsp; Even more so, she had the sheer power, the sheer combat experience, to back that up.&nbsp; She was no simple succubus, willing to turn over for a casual fuck for whatever male demon might come along.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; She was prime, grade-A predator, and everyone damn well knew of it!<br><br>If this was off-putting, nay, if this was intimidating Romano, it didn't show.&nbsp; If anything, he seemed to derive some sort of pleasure in having her nearby, if that casual, teeth-showing grin was anything to go by, that laconic tilt of his head as he regarded her from his sitting position.&nbsp; <br><br>"I wouldn't say that you've come empty-handed," Romano chides her.&nbsp; "You've certainly brought me one rose to pluck, at the very least."<br><br>It's cheesy.&nbsp; Horribly so.&nbsp; Romano knows it.&nbsp; He doesn't care.&nbsp; That, perhaps, is was makes the line work.&nbsp; <br><br>Another tilt of his head, his eyes deepening as he considers Morrigan's ultimatum.&nbsp; A soft curl of his lips, almost a smile, almost mocking - yet not quite.<br><br>"I'm sure we both have our share of sins," he replies, tone still even, deep, cordial.&nbsp; "I, for one, have found over time that I react in a very... displeased manner, when ordered what to do."&nbsp; Another grin, this one edged with an almost naughty, 'aren't I horrible' edge, as if teasing her.&nbsp; "Perhaps we should further discuss things.&nbsp; And come to an agreement of... mutual satisfaction."&nbsp; <br><br>No teasing hint or flirting guile in that last tone.&nbsp; The sheer amount of lust he puts into the word 'satisfaction' is startling; worse yet, it doesn't seem as if Romano is pleading with his verbal overtures, either.&nbsp; Meek doesn't seem to be in his vocabulary; if he though he could likely get away with ordering her to walk over on her pretty high heels and give him a blow job, he might have very well have given the tactic a shot.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A tale of two evils... (KingMob &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DobbyDevotchka</strong> on <strong>09-03-2010, 03:38:05</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Her seeming willingness to endure a civil exchange of propositions evaporated rather quickly, his humorous disregard impeded all seriousness in the message she was attempting to send.&nbsp; Her impatience began to manifest itself in her wintry cool gaze, ice blue irises honing in a malevolent glare that felt like, on his part, as though it lanced right through him.&nbsp; It was the bit about her bringing at least one rose for plucking, and it took no guess work in figuring that he was referring to her, the one and only queen-bitch indeed.&nbsp; She, the diva as one might be considered, who answered to no man, and who didn't take kindly to refusals. <br><br>&nbsp;"You're a funny one, aren't you? It's good to have a sense of humor.&nbsp; Some find it a strong point, a top lister in the 'What women want' books..."<br><br>&nbsp; She trailed off, taking time to step further into his space.&nbsp; The door that was left open was quickly shut, her leg lifting behind her in one deft kick, sending a jarring slam throughout the room as the wooden panel once again met its frame.&nbsp; She didn't teeter or yaw from the powered shove, her eerie elegance and grace remained intact, and she didn't break the motion, yet used the bit of momentum to saunter toward him, closing the already tensioned gap.&nbsp; Her hips swayed effortlessly, legs crossing in measured lengths like a true woman should walk, and this skill didn't come without many years practice walking in heals... but she had always been graced with these kinds of talents, as any Succubus should be.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; "Yet a man with such a <em>tasteful</em> sense of humor should no doubt have some idea of how deathly serious one is, when she isn't joking?" ... There remained a good 4 feet between the two now, her hands planted neatly on her hips, chest lifted in an authoritative posture as she power stanced in front of him, accentuating the fluidity of how her figure rounded and fluxed. <br><br>&nbsp;"As far as I'm concerned, settling on an agreement of mutual satisfaction is quickly beginning to&nbsp; fade.&nbsp; I don't like compromise. "<br><br>&nbsp; The nearer she was, the more he could feel the almost effervescent quality of her demon aura.&nbsp; There once was a bright man who said something along the lines of 'you are what you assimilate', and a creature like Morrigan assimilated one of the most base of all human qualities.&nbsp; Everything which encompassed sex, really, which in turn made her resonate with raw unbridled energy.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;Any hint of precaution was well hidden away, in the depths of her abyssal darkness, for it had been awhile since she required the use of her offensive tactics involving a demon.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;"The ultimatum is, you leave and get to keep your handsome face intact... or, you refuse to relocate, and I in turn kill you. "<br><br>&nbsp; This was the first time she offered a true smile, one that matched Romano's in it's beguiling seductive nature.&nbsp; Her teeth gleamed lightly in the darkness of the room, pointed canines seeming sharper than most, more beastial. <br>&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A tale of two evils... (KingMob &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KingMob</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 23:28:52</strong>
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				Romano smiles.<br><br>"We share so many traits."&nbsp; He stands, unfolding his frame, giving Morrigan a close inspection of what she only had a previous glimpse of as he moved on-stage.&nbsp; His broad form, his mannerisms, that subtle manner that effectively translated to <em>alpha male</em> that so many attempted but few had that deep set-natural confidence to pull it off.<br><br>Confidence, he certainly had.&nbsp; <br><br>"I admit, I've been told I've had a temper from time to time."&nbsp; The sheer amusement in his eyes, that quick grin, as if sharing a private joke with Morrigan alone.&nbsp; <br><br>Something is wrong.<br><br>It's not obvious, at first.&nbsp; Only centuries of combat, honing that edge to a razor-keeness, is enough to give rise to a subtle element that 'something is off' to Morrigan.&nbsp; That something wasn't quite... <em>there.</em><br><br>"And, as I noted earlier, that simply abhorrent notion of being told what to do.&nbsp; And my personal loathing of such things."<br><br>And there, then, for the briefest second, that flicker of genteel humor and amusement fell away.&nbsp; Beneath it, a boiling hatred, raw, seething power tempered by an iron will and brutal experience.<br><br>Not just a demon.&nbsp; A potential Demon Lord in the making.&nbsp; Not as powerful as Morrigan.&nbsp; But powerful enough to <em>make it hurt</em>, if he was quick, cunning, and ruthless enough to strike at an undefended moment.&nbsp; <br><br>He was.&nbsp; <br><br>Morrigan only has a split second warning of the trap there.&nbsp; <br><br>Too late.<br><br>Energy erupted beneath her in a circular ideogram that seethed with Romano's power, the full weight of his capability behind it, staggering her beneath it's pressure as their auras conflicted in a display of seething malevolence, whorls and licks of power sleeting away from where they battled.<br><br>It isn't enough.<br><br>Morrigan only has time for an exultant grin of triumph before she witnesses the second element of Romano's crippling strike - a surgical, metaphysical blow aimed straight for the core of her power, intent on rendering her completely powerless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A tale of two evils... (KingMob &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DobbyDevotchka</strong> on <strong>12-03-2010, 03:29:42</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp; She would have admired his cunning had he not been her opponent. The exactitude of this trap that awaited her, and the ability he had in hiding his fortune of prowess to pull it off.<br><br>&nbsp;The humor remained in her gaze as he stood, not moving an inch as he loomed off the couch , never showing any signs of intimidation, only that attitude of conceit. It were as if they were in a high stakes game of poker, neither showing any indications of their uncertainty of who would take the cake in this curious stand-off.&nbsp; Her cards had been layed on the table, Morrigan trusting that there was no chance that she could loose to Romano, the territory would be hers. <br><br>&nbsp;She nodded in return to his matter-of-fact replies, not truly hearing him, for he wasn't saying what she had wanted to hear.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;But something was off.&nbsp; The air might have felt thinner, or perhaps she failed to notice any lack of white noise in the room.. Whatever it was, she couldn't quite put her finger on, and this slight bit of unease was enough to keep her from fully bounding toward in true Morrigan custom, just to toy before sending him off to his next known form of existence.<br><br>&nbsp; "It's a true shame that you weren't human, Rrrromano..." .. she rolled the R, a sarcastic underhanded jab directed at the foolish stage name, knowing full well that it wasn't his actual title. "I really would have enjoyed myself.&nbsp; I would have taken your body.... and your soul."<br><br>&nbsp; And it was this split second, as she leaned into the step that would have marked the beginning of his demise that the ideogram erupted beneath her.&nbsp; The sheer magnitude of his consummate force was enough to rend all thought, awareness and stability from her quaking form.&nbsp; And when that initial stagger had passed, she remained yet standing in total disarray with the posture of a broken rag doll, yet he would know that she was still more than capable of retaliating.<br><br>&nbsp; Her head whipped back from its slumped tilt forward, hair, the color of polished turquoise following suit like a mad scarf in the wind.&nbsp; Bat-like wings sprung forth like wicked switchblades, sharp as edged steel, with a smaller pair to match on the crown of her head. <br>&nbsp;Her eyes pointed at him, a glare so deep and venomous that it would surely poison him had he not been of higher power.&nbsp; They told him that he had made a deathly grave mistake, and as soon as his barrier wore thin, she would rip his head clean off.<br><br>&nbsp; The smile of hers, it came so sweet and slow, as if time were pacing itself for her to be free, the very fires of hell danced on the edge of her tongue, waiting to lash out and burn him from the inside out...<br><br>&nbsp; But then, the second attack of his came, calculated and true.&nbsp; The surprise of the metaphysical attack was beyond her, no expression could register on her features before she felt the cruel and ragged cleaving of what felt like her soul from her body. Her gift, her power, her being.&nbsp; It was wrenched clean, and with it dissolved the wings, like burnt up blackened paper disintegrating in a soft push of air.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; The softness that became her face was almost heart-breaking, as there was one last instance where she remained conscious, eyes glazing over in an emptied state as her body hit the floor, slack.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A tale of two evils... (KingMob &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KingMob</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 04:58:14</strong>
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				His triumphant roar of exultation is <em>horrifying</em>.<br><br>He savors it.&nbsp; Like sweet blood coursing down his throat, a fine wine to be lulled about the tongue.&nbsp; This... this was <em>victory</em>, and not one to be taken lightly.<br><br>Morrigan.&nbsp; A womanly entity who's mere name elicited a tremble of fear from more than one Demon Lord.&nbsp; Who's whiles could draw from men and woman alike soul-rending lust - literally - with the merest glance, a flick of her hair, a coy smile.<br><br>At his feet.<br><br><em>Beaten.</em><br><br>A deep, dark chuckle burbles past his throat; surely, his due.&nbsp; In his clawed grip, a newborn star of power; everything that Morrigan had been, now his.<br><br>Another brief trickle of laughter, before he leaned over, jaw distending impossibly wide, swallowing that orb of power whole like a snake swallowing an egg.&nbsp; He could feel it settle within, a core of power burning within his chest like the best adrenaline rush; a heady spate of lust and sheer joyous exultation that suffused his limbs with motivation.<br><br>No.&nbsp; Her complete power wasn't his.&nbsp; Not yet.&nbsp; Only a fool - and he was no fool - would attempt such a ludicrous action.&nbsp; Absorbing her power in one whole go?&nbsp; Absurd.&nbsp; The result would likely have been... well... explosive.<br><br>Of course, there was always the chance that she - or someone else, perhaps, if they knew of it - could rend that power free.&nbsp; He would have to guard against that.<br><br>He smiles down at Morrigan's collapsed form, like a puppet with her strings cut, her apparent human visage now more fact than illusion.&nbsp; "Amusing that you should remark on the taking of body and soul," he notes aloud, not caring that only he was present to enjoy those words, "For those words seem very prophetic."<br><br>He picks Morrigan up as if she weighed no more than a feather, confident of his powers to cloak them from wandering interest.&nbsp; If he was going to enjoy his conquest, he would do so in an environment of his choice.&nbsp; His apartment would provide the protection and privacy necessary to educate Morrigan in how things would be from now on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A tale of two evils... (KingMob &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DobbyDevotchka</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 02:06:41</strong>
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				As she lay unconscious in his arms, a dreamlike state rapidly descended upon her, a pair of dusky forms appeared with little announcement or permission.&nbsp; Morrigan required no introduction, for she realized immediatly without having to discern that these were entities she knew very well.&nbsp; The connection ran so deep, infact, that little words or thought were exchanged save for words of provocation and warning.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; <em>"Can you feel it?... your heart beating?"</em> followed by eerie laughter .<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"You're lost, child. Defeated. No one can save you, a part from yourself.&nbsp; And there will be challenges ahead. Tarry long, and it will be lost forever...."</em>.. this voice was deep, lower than what any human ear could capture.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"That's right cupcake!&nbsp; I"ll be coming for you!"</em> .. said the childish feminine voice, heavily laced with mischief and spunk.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Just as unannounced as their entrance had been, they disappeared, back to wherever it was they came from, all sense of their presence lost to Morrigan.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp; This acted as a crude catylist to a most dreadful awakening. He would feel her stiffen in his grip like a boa constricts about its prey.&nbsp; Considering she was a newborn to 'living' in mortal flesh, a downreaching gasp of air filled her lungs, the exhale rending a horrific scream that could have shattered windows had she the former strength of a Succubus. <br>&nbsp; She became the embodiment of terror, anger and pain.&nbsp; Emotions were invading her brain like angry gnats. She felt fragile and sensitive to all that was around her, and there was the incessant beating of&nbsp; an organ that eluded her completely for most of her lifetime, until now.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp; Blearily, she blinked, wetness welling at the corners of her eyes, and the fear of this sensation soon became apparent on her face.&nbsp; It wasn't until now that she took a moment to look at where she was headed, and in whos arms.<br>&nbsp; Everything had an odd hue to it, something like 2 shades lighter, darker... dimmer, sharper.&nbsp; She couldn't figure it out...&nbsp; quite evidently, simply put, she was a mess.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" .. she shrieked, hands attempted to lift her long nails at his throat, to beat at his chest.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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