Black Feathers [observing trifles x candied]
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				Title: <strong>Black Feathers [observing trifles x candied]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Candied</strong> on <strong>19-02-2014, 09:42:12</strong>
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				It was well known amongst those above, and those below alike, that breeching the Mortal Plane was a forbidden act. To interfere with the delicate humans, to meddle in their lives was an offence not to be borne. Occasionally, well, more often than not, the rule was bent and broken, imps and demons flooding into the veritable smorgasbord that was to be had from the humankind that dwelt in a world of blue and green – far different to their own of dank greys and browns, and inferior to the glossy paradise above. Not that the immortal went for the scenery. They went for the emotions, the sex, the blood and everything else the humans had to offer – as well as the pure fascination that humans incurred in them. <br><br>In addition, travelling to the Mortal Plane was also such a rush.<br><br>Some found it easier to transcend then others; some risked the drain of their resources for the ultimate payout at the end. Seraphim’s could glide from one world to another without batting an eyelid while those of lesser morals found it somewhat harder. Unfortunately, Nym was the latter. Forcing his way from the Demonic to the Mortal was taxing on his small-scale powers, though the elation was worth the strain. The energy the mischievous demon could reap from the hapless, foolish souls was extreme and potent. So fragile, so volitate, they were so quick to indulge in anger and violence, delicious waves of fury and pain fuelled him like the most intoxicating of drugs – like that heroin they consumed, injecting straight through their thin, easily broken skin to the blood pumping so temptingly through their veins. <br><br>With so much to offer, it wasn’t at all bizarre that he flaunted the rules and crept into the human world often, indulging in his hedonistic whims. He didn’t have to look far for anger or vice; it was so rampant that it almost sought him out, begging for someone to play with. And he was happy to oblige. Slipping between a violent crush of people, vanishing between their lithe bodies – well that was an aphrodisiac when paired with the waves of anger, frustration and fear that permeated every last one of them. Having an ample supply didn’t stop him there, though – what he did was a complete breech of the rubrics, a total annihilation. He dabbled in lives, ruined relationships, purposely caused fights and wars, anger and pain – he indulged in bodies and insinuated himself in the fabric of society, all like a deliberate snub to the Higher Authorities. <br><br>It was part of his reasoning. Even if breeching the plane didn’t enhance him, make him swell like a well-fed cat, he would still have done it, if only to frustrate those haughty, elitist Seraphim’s. It was all part of his charming personality. <br><br>Nym was considerably well-known, and well-avoided. His personality, selfish and self-serving, often had him turning his tricky, manipulative skills against anyone, including other Demons and Angels. Prone to bouts of anger and violence himself, he was an opportunistic feeder and didn’t separate between allies and enemies – which left him rather short on the former. Truthfully, he didn’t care either way. A born loner, he preferred solitude on the most part, except for when he craved contact and blood and violence – which he sated with the easily fooled humans. It made it easier to slip unnoticed between worlds, or so he believed. <br><br>His lithe, tight form had slipped between the milky blackness of his world to the bright, crash flashiness of the human and he had revelled in it. Humans saw only what they wanted, they didn’t see his true form weaving past them – the charcoal softness of his skin, the winding white markings that traced every inch of his body, wrapping around neck, tracing up cheekbones. The dark red eyes weren’t acknowledged, nor the flicking, sleek tail that protruded from just above his well-formed rear. Instead of the naked, demonic form, they saw instead a mildly attractive, average human – purely to prevent riot. He fed off violence, anger – panic was just not his desire. <br><br>His jaunt was filled with small confrontations; small meddles to provoke tiny outbursts – each one like a spark igniting his fire, making him fuller and more content with each passing moment. He lingered longer than usual, following a particularly angry individual all the way to his shoddy apartment, waiting, impatiently for the soul to drift to an alcohol fuelled sleep. When the breaths through the door evened out, finally, Nym utilised the slightest of his tricks, slipping through the now unlocked door. Feet padded towards the bedroom, and body wove towards the slumbering human with anticipation. <br><br>His slightly pointed incisors and canines ached, stomach clenching. Knees hit the bed, the human asleep on his stomach, the flat planes of his back exposed to the night air and Nym’s greedy glance. He exhaled; eyes fluttering closed as he leant forward, close enough to inhale that particular scent, drawing his mouth along the side of slightly sweaty neck. He didn’t bite down, instead he let teeth skim across the edge of neck, blood beading at the scratch, filling the air with the metallic perfume. The groan he expelled was deep in the back of his throat and he finally leant down to lap tongue firmly against the weeping wound. <br><br>As soon as he tasted the liquid, his body thrummed with instant energy, back arching in pleasure. His breaths became shorter, sharper and his cock gave a swell of need. Nym was shameless in the pursuit of his desire, legs slipping from beside the human male to straddle his back, sensitive inner thighs sliding against the cheap, scratchy sheets. Mouth tampered across neck, skittering over the pale column before he forcibly pulled away, panting, while fingertips gentle pressed into arms. Saliva from his mouth prevented the waking of the human – a handy side effect he had, and Nym was almost high from the blood, skin tingling, mind battling a thousand thoughts at once. <br><br>Slowly, he ground his hips against the slumbering man, arching again as one hand slipped up his own torso, shuddering in the slightest way. Hazy red eyes focused back on the room, pupils blown out, watching the colours swirl and spin together. A hard exhale had him slipping off the back of the human, like water and oil, his motions so graceful they were unnatural. With a last though to provoking more anger, he hid the mans car keys and switched his alarm off – petty, but effective, and slid to the bathroom to gaze in the mirror. <br><br>Any mildly reflective surface could be used as a portal, and the bathroom mirror would serve perfectly. So bloated on energy, Nym almost floated through when he finally opened the fine mist between their worlds, effortless for once in his life. Dark, dank grey greeted him, his home scape stretched out in front. His dishevelled, iridescent hair stood out in stark contrast against the empty, wide space. Head tipped back, arms reaching above his head as he stretched, body twisting, revelling in the sensations fluttering through him.<br><br>To any human, or angel, it would probably be depressing to look upon – but Nym found it soothing – no bright flashy display, just calm, tranquil almost. Hand slid over stomach and he noted, dispassionately, that he was still achingly hard and needy. Mostly, a spare Incubus would be pleased to help out, but Nym felt greedy about his power tonight, reluctant to share. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Feathers [observing trifles x candied]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Observing Trifles</strong> on <strong>01-03-2014, 06:15:45</strong>
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				It was Kaliq's business to bring order to the chaos. If any man - angel or demon - stepped out of line, knocking things out of balance, it fell to him to bring them to heel. Violently if necessary. And, as was typical in his profession, things escalated to violence more often than they didn't. His was not a glamorous station, but it was his, and he took considerable pride in his work. Nearly every offender met either his arsenal of bladed weapons or his magic, and very few walked away. <br><br>As something of an enforcer, Kaliq put a stop to angels who stepped out of line, rogue demons who claimed more than their fair share of flesh, or indeed any creature who thought himself above the rules. Oddly enough however, and much to the black-haired angel's amusement, he wasn't altogether different from those he condemned. <br><br>Kaliq was, in truth, likely more guilty than most of his targets combined with few exceptions. He indulged in every vice he could find, exercised extreme violence where none was necessary, and even outed himself on each of his trips to the human plane - a crime in and of itself, as it fell only to the lower class of archangels to interact directly with humans. Hell if he cared. He had gone rogue long ago and, due to his social standing, not a single one of his superiors - few as they were - dared to touch him. Such had ensured him a life of luxury impeded only by the occasional mission.<br><br>One such mission stared him in the face that evening as he thumbed through the folder of Nym. Nym was one of many demons who rose red flags with the Council, but unlike most, his crimes were considerably more noteworthy. Not only did he engage with humans, but he had also developed a taste for their blood. Such had put him on the Council's hit list long ago, and his increasingly frequent trips to the human plane pushed him right to the top of Kaliq's priorities. He had to go.<br><br>And so, that night, the angel outfitted himself with his usual arsenal of bladed weapons and made his way to a portal that would take him to the demon realm. It was easy enough opening portals to the human plane, but it was something else to travel between the Clouds and the Pit. To get there, he required a weak spot in the fabric of reality that would allow him to tear through without difficulty. He already had a space in mind on the outskirts; it was one he usually took for just such occasions. Or if he got bored.<br><br>The only problem with the demon realm was its lack of coverage. Up in the Clouds, or on Earth, Kaliq had the option of traveling in stealth mode. Unfortunately, the Pit didn't offer much save for the occasional forested area, and even then the foliage was thin, usually dead or dying. As such, he didn't quite have the option for covering his tracks. Such would have made it difficult, had the landscape not been barren and empty to begin with. Empty, that is, except for Nym.<br><br>Kaliq saw him from a good distance away as his white feathered wings took him over the dry, desolate region. The angel had seen an image of him in his file; that pitch black skin and brilliant white hair were hard to miss. He wasted no time and descended upon the demon quickly, wings fluttering as his boots hit the dirt, kicking up a dust cloud once he landed. "You're an easy one to find, Nym," he remarked, laying a wiry hand upon one narrow hip. "You might as well have dropped breadcrumbs between here and the human plane. It's no wonder you've been sending up red flags all the way upstairs."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Black Feathers [observing trifles x candied]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Candied</strong> on <strong>02-03-2014, 12:24:57</strong>
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				Nym felt the slightest ripple, an unnerving sensation through the usually flat air of his plane. It was the first alert, the first indication that something wasn’t quite right and though he allowed lithe body to remain quite loose and relaxed, he put himself on guard. Feet padded but a few steps, through the swirling dust of the ground, before the air moved in a tremor that made the back of his neck prickle and his gut clench. There was only one kind of being that made air ripple and made those particular sounds, and the very notion made a wide, careless grin cross his lips, exposing delicately pointed teeth. <br><br>Body spun in an instant, the cloud of dust about them expanding – but it was regardless for Nym with his superior eyesight and senses; he could still make out that angelic figure through the smog. He knew who it was in an instant, and was somewhat impressed with himself for warranting such attention. And what attention it was – pulsing with ill hidden anger, delicious emotions under the angels skin and he carefully soaked some of the energy up – not enough to provoke yet, maybe later if he needed to defend himself. “I do like to keep it simple.” His voice was contrary to his body, a purring, sultry thing that didn’t match the lithe, male figure with his tribal white stripes and charcoal flesh. “And I don’t deal in bread, I deal in anger – coincidently, you reek of it. Did they send you here to detain me, or to feed me?” <br><br>Tail whipped around body, like it had a mind of its own, the slick appendage slipping over his own leg and over his stomach, caressing his body while feet stepped backwards. Long lashes swept cheeks as he gave a lazy blink, while internally he was trying to tighten his power, the chances of being able to skip somewhere else slim, but he could potentially shadow himself or throw a blast of energy back at Kaliq – none really seemed plausible. “Oh, me?” He asked, pressing a hand to his chest, feigning surprise. “I’m actually surprised I have drawn you down from that fuckin’ mess up there, I didn’t think I was so dangerous to warrant the ‘Great Kaliq’. Although, you’re kind of disappointing. Aren’t you supposed to be ten foot tall?” <br><br>Nym licked his lips and very subtly flexed his hands, tail twisting tight around his waist, the end flicked out at Kaliq as if giving him a dismissal.&nbsp; <br>
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