A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)
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				Title: <strong>A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>30-05-2012, 07:30:03</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/redridinghood/cursedlegacybanner.jpg)</div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i867.photobucket.com/albums/ab235/bloodiedporcelain/elcharacterpics/redhead_by_hadeteath-d30ja7k.jpg)<br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Solstice Acacia Rose, Witch Hunter</span></div>"When did you last hear from your daughter?" the fluent Russian slid from her lips easily, though it was accented... she wasn't a native of the country, but that didn't matter. It never did. Solstice's voice was somewhat hoarse, but it usually was when she hadn't had enough sleep... and in the past three weeks, she definitely hadn't had <em>nearly</em> enough sleep. She'd been tracking her latest mark for three weeks. From Seattle, Washington, to Quebec, Canada, to London, England... Paris, France... Even Rome, at one point. Now there Solstice was, bundled against the freezing cold native to St. Petersburg in the middle of winter. This bitch was really getting to be a pain in her ass, and Solstice was ready to get this over with. Unfortunately, her trail had run cold once she hit Russia and now here she was, talking to the parents of a girl who went missing a day prior. <br><br>She was posing as a private investigator, but that was her normal cover... Most people didn't know about her until she found that their particular problems or lives somehow tied in to whatever she was working on the supernatural front. Then they would conveniently find out about her services through a contact, a news paper ad, a business card left on their table at a restaurant... any number of things, all equally employable almost anywhere in the world. <br><br>"Yesterday morning... she left to go to work and didn't come home," the distraught mother sobbed. Solstice might have felt sorry for her... might have... except that pity wasn't exactly in Solstice's emotional range. It wasn't that she was a bad person... she had just grown up seeing the horrors few in the world believed in, let alone knew happened. She had seen curses... murders... black magic, white magic... She'd killed her first witch at the young age of ten. <br><br>"Alright... I'll need a picture and a few personal effects, and then I'll be on my way," she said solemnly. The father, who'd been silent up until then, nodded and stood, walking mechanically to the fireplace nearby. A moment later, he'd removed a picture from a frame and brought it to her, along with a few other choice objects, such as the girl's personal journal, a photo album of the girl's friends and work and school contacts, her cell phone, and a few other items that would help with looking in to the girl's life. Perhaps the witch knew someone the girl did... perhaps the witch was a friend of the girl. Who knew? It was always difficult to tell outright what they were after when they took people off the street. <br><br><br><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~</div><br><br>Two days later, Solstice had managed to root out the witch's whereabouts and what she wanted the girl for. Unfortunately, she was back with her coven... and Solstice was good, but going up against eight or more witches and warlocks at once? That was a death wish for someone acting alone. Thankfully... she had connections. The church didn't always approve of her methods, her take no prisoners attitude, or her tendency to spit in the face of their dogma, but they respected her abilities and sometimes, just sometimes... it was necessary to turn a blind eye to the horrid things she was willing to do to get the job done. Flipping open her prepaid cell phone, she punched in a number she'd memorized some days prior when her contact had given it to her. <br><br>"Hello Big C," she said, her accent, a cultured British watered down by too much time spent away from her home, cooed in to the phone. After a pause, she smirked and spoke again, the vanilla flavored cigarette, in it's white plastic holder, waving slightly with the movement of her lips as she lifted her lighter to the end of the thing and lit it. It was a nasty habit, one she'd quit.. mostly. Every so often she let herself give in and have just one or two over the course of a month, usually during big jobs like this. <br><br>Black heeled boots clicked as she paced the wet, shiny pavement at her feet, one hand holding the phone, the other shoved in the pocket of her red, knee-length and heavy overcoat, lined with it's black fur. Never let it be said the girl didn't have style! Giving her long red hair a toss as the snow began to fall on the small town of Tulun (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tulun). A brisk, chill air swept in from the river and she shuddered as the snow began to cling to her hair and coat. "Yeah, I do actually... Where am I? Russia. Yeah, yeah I know... cold as fuck, too. No, Sir, I'm not going to beg for forgiveness. I've got a list of sins miles long, I somehow doubt cursing is high on the priority rank when I get to the pearly gates." <br><br>She listened to the man grumble on the other end, but eventually he sighed and she heard the agreement enter his voice. "Gray? Yeah, yeah he's good. Perfect, actually. Good choice. Heh... yeah, tell him to bring everything he's got. This isn't going to be easy." She paused, listening to the father go over a few details. "Yeah, I'll wait for a phone call from him to know when he's going to be here and all that. Ciao, C." Snapping the phone shut with a sigh and shake of her head, she took in a deep inhale from her cigarette again and flicked some of the ash out on to the street before she turned and made her way in to the seedy hotel she'd gotten a room in, eager to get out of the freezing cold in to the only moderately warmer establishment. At least her food would be warm... Even if it would probably taste like shit. She hated Russian cooking. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 11:50:38</strong>
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				(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ivOssgKNG7U/SeaJnvxFevI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7IJfabtj58A/S1600-R/TheOrder+(2003).jpg)<br><br><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;The light on the digital clock blinked three a.m. when Brother Gray's cell phone chirped at him. He picked up the phone without checking the number, only one person would be calling at this time of night. "Yes Your Eminence?" his voice carrying that liquid drawl of South Louisiana. Chris' sharp grey eyes came into focus as he listened to Cardinal talk, writing down the particulars as his boss began to describe the situation. <em>A full coven. Abducted girl. Russia? Solstice.</em> Chris wrote the name down as Cardinal Richleau continued to speak. <em>Any means necessary.</em> <br><br><br>"Yes Your Eminence, consider it done" he replied before the phone went dead. <br><br><br>&nbsp;His flight to St. Petersburg left in two hours. Packing a small carry on bag with a change of clothes, his bible and some small holy relics. Chris straightened his collar in the mirror, running his hands through his dark blonde hair before picked up his<span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"> coat and walked out into the pouring rain to meet the taxi. </span><br><br><br>The flight was erratic and turbulent as it touched down in St. Petersburg. A local church would meet him at the airport to deliver his supplies which were kept in lock down for clergy of his type. Traveling with your weapons became something of a no-no since the terrorist acts in America and Brother Gray preferred to be a inconspicuous as possible. <br><br><br>A priest from the local church met him at the airport, their conversation brief and fact based rather than that of pleasure. Chris' reputation of being no nonsense and even a little cold blooded proceeded him which left little room for pleasantries. One could not say the man was not dedicated to his calling. A file on the case was given over along with the black bag of his trade. These things he would review on the train, in the mean time he dialed the number of his contact in Tulun, a hunter named Solstice. Interesting name, he thought to himself as the phone trilled in his ear. <br><br><br>Their conversation was brief as he spoke, regardless of the liquid warmth of his accent, Chris coolly informed the witch hunter that he would be arriving in a few hours time. For a long moment he sat and stared out into the winter weather of Russia. Something inside of him felt uneasy about this assignment, as if something were waiting to fall on him from out of the sky. Shaking it off, Chris turned to the case file to review looking over the particulars, he noticed the picture of his contact. <em>Whoa. </em>He wondered if she was as fiery as her hair.<br><br>Once pulled into the train station she was not hard to pick out, but that ominous feeling returned again before a blast of the chilled wind struck him in the face breaking his line of thought. Chris muttered the Lord's prayer to himself for reassurance before stepping off the train. Heavy boots thudded softly on the icy concrete when he reached her, the collar of his thick wool coat kicked up around his scarf. Extending a black leather gloved hand to her he managed a very small smile "I'm Brother Gray and you must be Solstice"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 07:12:12</strong>
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				The time until the Priest got there was spent sleeping, mostly. After so long, it was desperately needed. Sleep, eat, laundry, and preparations were made during the time he was on the plane, and when he touched down, she was ready for the phone call. Their conversation was brief, but she took note of his accent with a smirk. She had, of course, heard of him and his reputation preceded him. Their conversation did little but affirm that the gossips were probably correct. She enjoyed his matter-of-fact manner. Perhaps this job wouldn't be so bad after all, if he was really as efficient as rumors said he was. Hanging up the phone, she made her way to the car she'd "borrowed" upon her arrival in Russia. Borrowed was, in Solstice's experience, a rather loose term, and in this instance it was most likely what the locals would call theft, but it wasn't like she particularly cared... she doubted the drug dealer she'd taken it from would report it stolen, given it had the VIN number scratched off when she took it, he'd probably stolen it himself. At least with her it was part of a public service. <br><br>In the car, she cranked up the music, singing along with Halestorm's "Love Bites (And So Do I)", her voice somewhere between sultry smoothness and half-raspy passion. It might have been a hint at what she would sound like in the middle of sex, but A: there was no one in the car and B: Solstice didn't really have much interest in sex most of the time. Oh sure she'd had some experience, but not much... she found that it was often not worth the awkwardness of her partner wanting to "cuddle" and be all lovey-dovey afterward. She much preferred to get in, get off, and get out... but some people could just be so bloody <em>clingy</em>. Well... at least this new partner was a priest. No worry about sexual tension or awkward morning afters. Nope, nope, nope. <br><br>Grinning to herself, she put her foot down on the petal, squealing tires and whipping the car around a turn before suddenly screeching to a halt outside the train station, which was largely deserted save for the people who worked there, she climbed from the car as if nothing had happened, checking the time on her cell before pocketing it and hugging the thick red coat she wore tighter around her. Below her knees would be a brief show of black pants that seemed something between leggings and denim, and knee length black boots with just the slightest of heels that clicked when she walked. On the platform, she stood and waited while she watched the train come around the far bend. It pulled up and she shifted impatiently, watching the windows as the few passengers disembarked, more than one of them looking at her oddly. <br><br>When the Priest stepped off the train, he stuck out like a sore thumb and his words told her he recognized her as well. "That's me, Padre," she said with a small, sarcastic salute. "Welcome to Tulun," she added with a smirk, one hand lifting to toy with one of her small black hoop earrings. "C'mon, I'll show you where we're staying. I don't know about you, but I'm bloody half frozen, lets get the hell out of this cold." Turning without thought about her speech, she led him toward the car, a black luxury sport with a back seat. It wasn't so flashy it would draw unwanted attention if they needed a low profile, but Solstice <em>hated</em> boring cars, so it was far from plain. 
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				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 09:01:20</strong>
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				<em>Padre`....</em> Chris grimaced. Brothers like himself were vastly misunderstood outside of the faith. "Please, call me Chris or Brother Chris...I am not a priest" he said as they walked to the car. He had to admit, it was very nice though his own vow of poverty did not allow for such luxury. He adjusted his coat and tossed the black carry on bag into the small back seat of the vehicle before sliding into the passenger side.<br><br><br>Removing a small dog eared almanac from his pocket, Chris flipped through till he found the day. "We are coming up on a full moon,&nbsp; I wonder what these witches are up to...must be something big to nab a girl off the street like that. You have any ideas?" he looked over at the red head who seemed rather intent on driving. Chris took a moment for himself and really looked at Solstice. <br><br><br>She was indeed very striking, it was not just the fire engine red hair, it was her whole sense of being. One got the impression right away that this woman did not kid around. He liked that and in other time he might have even pursued her. But that person did not exist anymore, did he?<br><br><br>&nbsp;Chris felt that distant twinge in his loins of arousal and the ominous feeling increased. A twinge that was stamped out as quickly as it occurred. He did not have time for distractions. To boot his vow of chasity did not allow such feelings to bear any kind of fruit, no point in dwelling on it. He knew full well that in this situation, temptation would be awaiting him, but he was ready.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 10:16:40</strong>
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				Solstice already had the engine running by the time he climbed in and tossed his bag in the back. "Buckle up, <em>Brother</em>," she said with a small smirk, purposefully accenting the word to make it stand out. She always felt like she was part of some cult when she called them 'Brother' rather than Father, but she didn't say anything like that... Catholics could be so touchy about being referred to as a cult, even if that was exactly how their church was seen when it began. She for one, was already buckled in, a precaution most probably wouldn't expect from someone like her, given she could come across as cocky and reckless, behaving like she was invincible. But even Solstice knew... she didn't stand a chance against a thick windshield when her body was moving sixty or more miles per hour. <br><br>By the time the almanac was in his hands, they were squealing tires and whipping out of the tiny haphazard parking lot, seeming to barely miss hitting the cars of those train passengers who'd been picked up. On the road, she glanced over at his little book and shook her head, her mouth set in to a grim line. "To be honest, I don't... but I don't like it. This coven is big... too big for just some average, every day ritual, even one that involves a victim." Her voice trailed off as her hand left the gear shift and rummaged through the middle console of the car that rested between them. <br><br>"I will say this though..." she trailed off, pulling out the diary of the girl they were going after. "She's only sixteen. And I'm pretty sure she's a virgin. That's a bad sign, if they're aware of that little fact." Sending him a meaningful glance, she handed him the diary. "I haven't read all of it, but she did mention some guy she turned down because she didn't want to "give it up" to just anyone her first time." Shaking her head at that, she let her mind wander back to her own first... It hadn't been a particularly gentle affair... but Solstice had never been a particularly gentle person, even when she was seventeen. To be honest, she'd told the considerably older guy that she knew it was going to hurt and to treat it like a band-aid... just get it over with. <br><br>A slight shudder went through her at the memory of the pain, which had been much worse than she'd been expecting. Pushing the thought away, she focused her thoughts on her new "partner". He was handsome... surprisingly so. The urge to reach out and feel his hair was there, and it made her fingertips tingle, but she shoved the thought away violently, annoyed by the almost-but-not-quite "lovey dovey" desire. As the same bad feeling echoed through her as was echoing through him, she whipped the car around another turn with reckless precision, just barely keeping them on the road, and immediately picked up the pace. "They're a couple hours outside of town... holed up in an old manor... Looks like the place has been mostly abandoned for a while... it's barely livable. I'm amazed they haven't frozen to death out there. I figure we can go have a look in the morning... if we go now, we'll probably get lost... the roads out there aren't paved and you can hardly see them at night. I don't know about you, but I'm not too keen on spending the night in the car praying they don't find us because we ended up in a ditch somewhere."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>18-06-2012, 03:43:18</strong>
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				<br>Chris' hand gripped the edge of the cock pit as Solstice drove them towards their motel. He had barely managed to secure the seat belt, locking himself in as she had taken off! She was a daredevil this one,he sneaked a peek at her again from the corner of his eye, she lived on the edge it seemed and her small smile told the tale of enjoying it. Just looking at her gave his body a jolt. The Brother snarled to himself, he REALLY did not need this distraction right now. <br><br><br>Taking the diary he flipped through to the last page, written less than a day ago he perused the entry and arched an eyebrow then flipped back a few more days. This girl was a vigilant recorder of life, the journal held mostly thoughts of the typical teenage girl, he decided to read back to the first of the month when he noted something odd at the right hand corner of the page. Twitching his lips he flipped back further, noting the mark on other pages of other weeks. "Have you read this yet?" he asked as the car careened around the corner. <br><br><br>Chris looks over at Soltice a little more directly as she talked about tucking for the night. "I agree..it would be advantageous for us to have the sunlight on our side. But did you read this girl's journal? She was very meticulous it seems almost to the point of OCD. " His comment seemed to get sucked out of him along with his breath as Solstice hurtled them towards their destination. "Are you mad?" he muttered under his breath as they barely missed yet more pedestrians. "Getting us killed before we get there will only do a service to the witches" he frowned and used his oth hand holding the book to press against the dash board. <br><br><br>Regardless of her breaak neck driving, the particulars of the situation worried Chris mostly because of his previous encounters with large covens. If they needed a virgin on a full moon, it almost certainly meant they were attempting to bring something nasty into the world at the cost of the young woman's life. He needed to get someplace quiet and research while he still had time. That and he needed to put his weapons together. When they arrived at the motel, Chris hopped out of the car and to the front desk to get a room. Coming back out less than a minut later, he frowned at Solstice "They are out of rooms." <br><br><br>God really was tempting him, wasn't he....
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				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 07:06:32</strong>
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				"Aww, what's wrong, Brother?" Solstice asked, sounding more than slightly amused by the fact that he was bothered by her driving. "Are you nervous?" she asked, jerking the wheel to one side, as if she were going to take them off road, before she corrected it smoothly back on course. <br><br>"And of course I read it. Granted not too in depth yet, but I looked it over. The girl's pretty obviously mental on some level, but that isn't my problem." Granted... in Solstice's eyes... the girl's well being in general wasn't her problem... only the witches were. If they managed to save her, then that would be great... but if not, oh well. The way she saw it, sometimes innocents were casualties of war. A grim reality, but a reality nonetheless. The thought seemed to only spur her led foot on, because they seemed to be picking up speed. <br><br>She didn't show signs of slowing down when they hit the edge of town, either, as her foot seemed to press in to the gas pedal for a moment before she was suddenly shifting gears and jerking the steering wheel hard to the right, causing the car to spin in the middle of the road before sliding easily up to the curb out front of the hotel, parallel parking between two junkers without so much as looking as if it were going to brush them, let alone collide with one. <br><br>Grinning to herself, she turned to speak to him as she turned the car off, about to tell him that they'd have to share a room because she'd gotten the last one, only to have him already out of the car and heading inside. Watching him with an amused look on her face, she shook her head and chuckled. This was going to be one hell of a job if he was that bothered just by her driving. She wondered if he had been warned about her style when she worked. Shaking her head, she calmly climbed from the car and grabbed his bag from the back seat, and was heading toward the front door when he reappeared, looking flustered. "Well I could have told you that... would have, too, if you weren't in such a rush to get out of the car, you big scaredy cat," she said with a shake of her head, tossing the bag to him as she headed inside. <br><br>"C'mon, big man. Looks like we're sharing a room," she said, looking entirely too amused by the thought. Her hips swayed as she walked, and as she entered the front door of the hotel, she began tugging her gloves off, heading for the stairs. "You don't mind sharing a room with a girl, do you, Brother?" she called back over her shoulder as she produced a key and headed up stairs toward the room. <br><br>Inside, he'd find it a simple affair with a queen sized bed... a single bed. The room was cool despite the fact that the space heater in the corner was cranked up on high. It was tidy despite her seemingly reckless and disheveled personality, a locked suitcase in a corner and a duffell bag on top of the dresser. "Make yourself at home, but I'm taking the side of the bed closest to the door. Don't want to accidentally shoot you if someone breaks in in the middle of the night," she said nonchalantly as she shrugged her jacket off, revealing a sort of customized harness beneath, which held various weapons, most of them the types of things only hunters would understand. She looked prepared to be marching on to a battle field with the supernatural, but as she began to remove the harness, she revealed a shirt that fit like a second skin, long sleeved and turtle necked black fabric clinging to every supple curve, accentuating the full forms of her breasts, her almost unnaturally slender waist, and of course, the delightfully rounded curve of her hips. <br><br>Throwing her jacked and harness in to one of the chairs beside the bed, she headed for the bathroom to grab her brush. "What do you want for dinner? I'll order in. Too cold to go out and get it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 11:15:42</strong>
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				Chris merely shook his he as she chided him. There really was no rest for the weary and now he was saddled with a psychopath as a partner. He mentally reminded himself to have some charity, that such displays were usually fear based and to not judge too quick. The Cardinal trusted this woman for whatever reason, though one look at her and Chris wondered if the Cardinal had ever actually met the girl. Her looks alone would have put such a creature in the lecherous sights of the clergyman, this Chris was well aware of. Regardless of the vow of chastity, one could say the good Cardinal took certain liberties with the vow that others of the cloth might frown on. <br><br><br>Capturing his bag as she tossed it to him, Chris followed Solstice up the stairs and to the room. Seeing the single queen bed, he sighed to himself and reiterated mentally once more that this was not a pleasure venture but a job. Comfort meant little to him as his bed at the monastery was a hard as the floor they were standing on. He walked around to the far side of the bed, turning to face began to unpack the black case the priest had left him with. Inside were an array of weapons, one specifically was a blade broken down into multiple pieces . Chris smiled to himself, one of the rare few as he noted a symbol imprinted upon the velvet lid of the case. He was well armed.<br><br><br>Closing and locking the case he looked up at Solstice for a brief moment, that desire stirred again but only as just the grumbling in his stomach detracted from it. "Sure. Perogies, if they have them, soup, bread, something like that...I am not particular. Oh and a good vodka...might as well enjoy it while I am in the country." He pulled a roll of rubles from his pocket and tossed them in the middle of the bed. <br><br><br>"I would like to get the grime of travel off of me, even if the shower is cold at least its better than nothing. " his voice still held that liquid caramel tone, even if it was a little cold. They would discuss the sleeping arrangements later, after they had eaten. Shrugging off the long coat and hanging it up, he wore a merely a black Henley shirt under neath that clung to his well muscled form, along with his black denim pants and heavy black boots. Removing his shave kit and towel from his bag, he walked into the bathroom and shut the door before she had a chance to respond. No sense in getting too close or knowing too much. He would not be here that long. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>23-06-2012, 03:07:34</strong>
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				Solstice ran her brush through her hair a few times before she set it on the dresser, watching as he slid his overcoat off. Some part of her stirred at the sight of the shirt he wore beneath it, and how it clung to his muscled frame. Well, well… it appeared at least some members of the church refused to let their bodies fall in to a state of being too soft and unkempt.&nbsp; Quirking a brow, she stood leaning against the dresser as he walked by her, his voice cool and resolute. <br><br>His scent met her nose as he passed, warm and musky and distinctly male, making her sex clench. Okay, okay, so it had been a while since she’d been to bed with a man… Shaking her head at the fact that she was lusting after a holy man, she grabbed the room phone and after a painstakingly slow process, she managed to order them a thick, heavy stew, bread, even perogies, which stunned her some. Along with that, she managed to order two decent sized bottles of good vodka and water. <br><br>While he was showering, she took the time to strip out of her current outfit, putting it away before donning a pair of men’s boxers over her panties and a spaghetti strap tank top that clung in all the right places and left little to the imagination. Grabbing one of the pillows from the bed and the girl’s journal, she flopped on to the bed, switched on the TV, and sat back to read as the sound of bad Russian television filled the room. <br><br>In the back of her mind, however, she found it difficult to focus on her task as the sound of the water running in the bathroom reminded her of the holy man’s smooth voice, his well formed biceps, and the way his shirt had clung enough to show off his pectorals. With the pillow in front of her and one arm around it, the other holding the journal up so she could read, the curves of her supple, delicate body were apparent, including the lines of long shapely legs and her soft, rounded bottom. <br><br>Just as she heard the water shut off, there was a knock on the door and Solstice stood, grabbing one of her guns and going to the door. Only after she was certain it was room service, did she put the gun in the back of her waist band and open the door, flashing the bell boy a grin. Tipping him, she pretended to take an extra moment to make sure all the food was there so he could get a good long look at her tits before she winked and waved, shutting the door unceremoniously and going back to the bed. <br><br>There he would find her, once again on her belly, one hand stirring a steaming bowl of soup while the other held her own bottle of vodka. His meal would be set out on the bedside table… High dollar vodka, bowl, bread, and half the perogies that had been provided. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>23-06-2012, 04:48:48</strong>
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				Though there was hot water to be had as he bathed, Chris felt the most certain rousing of his manhood as he stood under the steaming shower. The images of her in the tight fitting clothes would not leave his mind. The scent of her hair as she brushed it catching on the heat blowing over him in the room almost caused him to have an accident. It was with every ounce of self control that he could muster not to just rip her clothes off! A hand drifted down towards the throbbing length of him, suds sliding over as he grasped it firmly. No...he should not do this, he was on a job and he was here to help her. The length of him twitched firmly in his grasp as he uttered her name softly to himself. By no means lacking in the length department, he was better than average but he had more girth than most. <br><br><br>Begging forgiveness to God in his mind, his fingers and palm moved quickly of their own accord massaging and squeezing the rigid member till he could not bear it any longer. Catching his cry out and biting hard on his lip he came in to the flowing water. An ecstatic relief washing over him and with it the guilt of giving into the temptation of lust followed right afterward. Noting it in his mind, he would have to ask for forgiveness in confession. But for now, he at would not be too tempted, at least that is what he thought. Realizing he left his clothes out in the room, Chris dried off and wrapped the towel around his waist stepping out into the cool room and the sight of her. <br><br><br>Immediately there was stirring in his loins again, the clothes she was wearing did little to hide her charms and a wave of heat flashed over Chris' body. Nodding he turned his back to her as he rifled through his bag and pulled out a pair of flannel sleep pants, Which he slid on underneath the towel. As he was bent over slightly, the mirror reflected the size of him briefly before he was encased in the trousers. Lamplight did little to hide the crisscross of scars lacing his well muscled back, along with a giant double cross tattoo that stretched the length of it.Turning slightly one would note the Celtic knot work on his right upper arm, it looked like wolves playing in an unending circle. The design highlighted by red tones in the knot work. <br><br><br>Tossing the towel over a chair, he knelt in front of the food saying a prayer of thanks in Latin then crossing himself before digging in. This had to be the strangest situation he was ever put in, but he would not let the temptation get th better of him. Chris dug into the food like a man starved and paused to look at her only briefly as she was reading the book. Wiping his mouth Chris pointed to the journal. "If you look in the right hand corner of the pages, she marks certain weeks with a red dot. If I interpret correctly, that is the time of her cycle..which means she is in time with the cycle of the moon itself. It being in the waxing portion, they could be using her as a vessel of some sort, a seed carrier. This would be the perfect time for it." <br><br><br>Taking a drink of the vodka he let the warm burn distract him from his thoughts of lust and help him refocus on the issue at hand. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>23-06-2012, 07:18:44</strong>
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				When the bathroom door opened and he stepped out in to the room, she lifted her eyes from the book to tell him food had come, only to catch sight of him, more than half naked and dripping from the shower. Steam followed him from the bathroom in to the bedroom and highlighted his form as the light from the TV caught in the droplets of condensation clinging to his chest. She choked at the sight, and couldn't help the way her eyes traveled from his hair, to the perfect form of his lips, along his neck and broad chest... then down his toned abs to the towel, which hung over the bulge there. Clearing her throat, she tore her eyes from him as he walked past her, not looking up again until his back was to her. <br><br>The sight of him caused her sex to clench and she felt her panties grow moist... no doubt she'd be dripping if she didn't have that thin layer of cotton on over her boxers. Rolling to her side to face him, she set the diary down and nodded. "Yeah I noticed that too. Kind of weird, to be honest," she commented about the girl's notating her cycle. "If they're looking for a seed carrier... and it's taking this big of a coven... you don't think they're trying to summon something just to get her pregnant, do you? I mean... I've heard of covens and circles bringing particularly powerful incubi in to the world for this type of thing... but not since my great grandmother's time. I was starting to think it was just myth," she said. <br><br>Laying on her side, her curves were highlighted, her full breasts straining at the thin fabric of her tanktop. "You know what else I noticed?" she commented, flipping to one of the last pages that had been written on. "Look at this week. She barely wrote anything. Infact... the further in to the book you get, the less fully thought out notes there are. Now normally I'd expect there to be lulls like that in a teenager's diary... a boyfriend or family trouble or something could make her less apt to keep up on her writing... but this girl's neurotic about it... it's like she has less and less fully coherent thoughts in her head... she writes every day still, but it goes from full sentences to one or two words per line... like some kind of funky poetry." <br><br>Sliding the book across the bed to him for him to see, she shifted to prop herself up on one elbow, her top leg lifting and bending so her foot was on the mattress, flashing the insides of her pale, creamy thighs as she looked toward the ceiling quietly, debating. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 09:42:36</strong>
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				Chris pulled the book towards him as he munched on a perogie. A tiny bit of stew caught at the side of his mouth as he reviewed the noted pages. His eyes glanced up and looked at Solstice, licking his lips at the sight of her.The light outlining her body, she gleamed like an angel and he felt his loins react immediately. Where had she been ten years ago, he would have by passed all this and just devoured her flesh. The though of licking and kissing every square inch of her body made him throb, he turned his back to her quickly.&nbsp; <br><br>"Indeed" he muttered turning away. The muscles of his back tensed, the soft tan of his skin flushing lightly. The length of him strained against the flannel trousers, the softness of the cloth not assisting in helping his erection go away.This was ridiculous, if he could not even be in the same room without this reaction this was gonna be a long job. Chris drank another shot of the vodka in attempt to calm down. His breathing became slow and deep, focusing on a meditation to get under control.<br><br>"Let's do some research and review the local news stories to see if we can get a bead on the situation. " he looked over his shoulder again, eyes travelling over her body. "solstice, would you be offended if I asked something of you?Like, if I loaned you shirt would you mind terribly covering up? You are exceptionally beautiful and your making it hard to concentrate." <br><br><br>Chris gulped down another shot, the haziness of the vodka making him warm. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 04:06:38</strong>
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				Solstice noticed him turn away, but didn't think anything of it at first, simply quirking a brow at his odd behavior. Shrugging to herself, she lifted a perogie to her lips and took a bite out of it, humming softly and rolling on to her back as she took a long swig of the vodka. She was laying there, basking in the warmth that seemed to spread through her body from her middle when he finally spoke about doing research. She had her legs lifted, her body forming an L shape as she pointed her toes, watching the way the light hit the deep red paint on her dainty toe nails and the way her sterling silver toe ring sparkled when she wiggled the toe it was on. <br><br>Three more swigs of vodka were taken as she lay there, unaware that he was looking at her. Her thoughts were less on the job or the research and far more on her partner. The way he'd looked coming out of that shower... like some glistening Adonis... the sight of the bulge beneath his towel... the way her boxers and panties felt moist as she wondered how large his member must be to make such a tent... Gods, she'd love to get on her knees and worship at his altar... <br><br>Feeling a bit of her moisture slide from her slit down between the twin halves of her backside, she shuddered and closed her eyes, imagining him pressing her thighs to his chest as his cock probed her lips, seeking entrance. In her minds eye, she could see him coaxing her slick, tight sex to give in to him and he was just beginning to firmly push against her opening when he spoke and her eyes flew open, snapped out of her thoughts. Swallowing hard for a moment, she looked flushed and his words did little but tell her that he was likely having the same problem she was. <em>Damn his vows...</em> her inner voice muttered. She needed a good hard fuck now. <br><br>Quickly masking her frustrated desire with that same coy sarcasm, she looked toward him and flashed him an impish smile. The alcohol was going to her head and she knew it, but she didn't much care. "Aww, what's the matter, Brother?" she asked in a teasing tone. "Can't handle the sight of bare female legs?" she cooed before giggling. Bringing her legs down, she forced herself to sit up and as the room decided to spin around her, she giggled some. "I'm not entirely sure you're in the right line of work if that's the case," she said with a laugh before sanding. <br><br>Goodness, why was she so tipsy? She normally had such a high tolerance... A glance at the bottle told her over a quarter of it was gone already. It had only been ten minutes since she'd opened it. <em>Oh...</em> Turning to him, she looked around the room before looking back at him and lifting her bottle to take yet another sip. "So... where's this shirt you promised me?" she asked. Secretly, she was inwardly laughing because she had more modest clothing, but the idea of being surrounded by his scent was entirely too apealing to turn down wearing one of his shirts. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 02:57:08</strong>
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				Chris took deep even breaths as she teased him yet finally agreeing to the shirt, he could barely look at her considering the sizable tent she created in the front of his sleep pants. Leaning over and grabbing his Henley from the top of his bag, he turned slightly to give it to her catching a glimpse and he melted. All the prayers in the world could not save him, as he closed the gap between them. Cupping her hand holding the bottle he drew her to him. His heart pounded in his ears as eyes ate her alive. Taking the bottle of vodka from her, he took a long swig and set it on the bedside table. <br><br>"It is not the sight of your bare legs that rattles me my dear" he whispered hoarsely as the vodka burned its way down his throat. "It is just merely the presence of you that unmans me completely and makes me lose my senses" With that he locked his lips on hers, the vodka fueling his desire and unlocking those needs he oppressed for so long. His hands slid over the tantalizing curves of her form, exploring every seductive inch of her, finally finding that rounded rear and sinking his fingers into the cloth covered flesh.<br><br>There was no way of denying his lust for her, as it pressed against the cloth of her boxers. His whole body seemed to radiate heat, skin hot to the touch pressing against her breasts. The feel of her nipples and skin drove him to kiss her harder and deeper than before, giving her little time for breath or words. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 04:18:54</strong>
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				There was a moment... a singularly intense moment when he turned to hand her his shirt and their eyes met. Solstice was suddenly keenly aware of every detail of him... His curly hair... his perfect jaw... the lips that made her want to drink his kisses in all day and all night over and over again. As her heart thudded in her chest, she knew he was going to stand even before he did, but she was not expecting him to close the distance between them. His hard form suddenly pressed to her own and his hand covered hers, holding her hand as her hand held the vodka which had her head spinning... or was it him who had her head spinning? Swallowing slightly, she looked up in to his eyes as he spoke, and then suddenly he was kissing her. <br><br>Solstice could swear her heart stopped beating in that moment, and her mouth gave way beneath his own, eagerly spilling kisses in to him as her arms went around him, held tightly to him, felt the heat and the hardness of him against her soft form. Without thought, when his hands found her backside, her legs lifted, she hopping up slightly to wrap her long legs around his middle as she ground herself against him gently, breathing heavily against his lips as her hands wrapped in his hair. <br><br>He was a holy man, but she didn't care... it didn't matter, when his arms were around her like this. It didn't matter when his hands were touching her, his mouth devouring her as his eyes had been only moments before. Her nipples grew hard as her breasts pressed against him, her fingers holding gently to the curly locks as she allowed him the choice of where it would happen... and it <em>would</em> happen! He would either put her on the bed and ravage her there... or against a wall... the floor... even the shower would be fine at this point, as long as they were together... as long as he was inside of her and she was screaming his name with abandon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 09:46:39</strong>
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				The moment they shared heat, all the reservations and questions slipped away. Solstice felt as good as he thought she would, better actually. Her form was hard but pliant and it seemed to mold to his body as she wrapped around him. That stiff rigid part of his body pressed against the thin cloth of her boxers, the heat coming from her was rival to his own. Laying them down on the bed, he lifted his face from hers and stared into those endless green eyes, he could get lost forever in that gaze. Kissing her once more, deeply, passionately and certain that this was all he wanted in the whole of the world at this moment. <br><br>It was with the confidence of an experienced man, Chris took him time and lavished delicate kisses down her body. Hands squeezing and massaging the lush expanse of her skin, before hooking his thumbs in her boxers and sliding them off her body. The tiny thong was ripped away with his free hand, exposing her womanly cleft to his gaze. Looking up at her for a moment, Chris smiled a genuine soft smile that lit up his face before lowering to her womanhood and kissing the top of her pubis with gentle lips. Pressing her thighs apart, he kiss over the mound and to the clit where his tongue darted out and tasted the little nub. Sliding his tongue down between her lips he tasted her spicy flavor and buried his face in her sex like a man starved. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 10:12:59</strong>
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				Solstice moaned as he held her to him, her supple form eager for his attentions as his hands moved over her. When he lowered her to the bed, she didn't have a single moment of panic, somehow absolutely certain that he wouldn't drop her... couldn't drop her. He was strong... almost impossibly so, in her eyes. As she lay back, her eyes opened to look up at him and the two exchanged a look before he was kissing her again and she was moaning, her arms going around him. She was certain she'd never quite felt anything like this... Sure, she had wanted men in the past... but this was different somehow... he was like a magnet for her body, and she craved his attentions, his heat, his passion.<br><br>As his kisses pressed their way down her body, she breathed shakily and closed her eyes, biting her lip and simply enjoying until his hands pulled her boxers and thong away, both soaked through with her juices. She was bare, hairless, and her pale netherlips parted to reveal the glistening pink within. At his smile, she blushed some... something highly unlike her, and parted her legs without a word. She expected... what <em>did</em> she expect? Unsure of the answer, she watched him, half expecting him to touch and explore her, to not know what to do... <br><br>But then he was kissing just above her lips before lowering his head to tease her clit. A soft gasp left her as his tongue passed over her clit, her toes curling at the touch to her sensitive button. A moment later he was burying his face in her and she was letting out a long, low moan. Fingers tangled in his curly hair, pressing him in to her gently as she breathed shakily. "Oh... Chris..." she managed to get out, dropping his title. He wasn't her partner at that moment... he wasn't a holy man... he didn't have a vow of chastity hanging over her head... he was just a man. And she was just a girl who needed him desperately. "Yes..." she got out on a soft, high pitched whimper. "Yes, please...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 10:45:50</strong>
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				Oh where to begin! Chris thought to himself as his tongue trailed over her stiff little clit and down to the moist folds. Lapping gently but insistently he wanted to taste every inch of her skin. He wanted to relish it like a fine wine that had been offered. There was something familiar about her body to him, as if it were made for his touch. As his tongue flicked and delved into that warm moist place, Solstice responded by calling his name in such a manner that it made his whole form vibrate. He wanted to take his time, but her hands in his hair, his name on her lips called to him deep inside. Touching off something primal and spiritual. Licking deftly once again, her hands created an agony of sensations that accumulated in the very depth of his body. <br><br>He could not take anymore lifting his face up and looking at her again. The juices of her sex glistening on his lips as he smiled.Sliding up next to her and licking her earlobe. "Take it out" he whispered softly yet in an almost commanding tone. "Put it where you want to feel it" he ordered, rolling onto his back and drawing her on top of him. His hands lifting her shirt and removing the thin fabric in order to free her lush breasts to his hands. "I want to feel you take it." he whispered. Chris' eyes could not be pulled away from her as he lay back staring up at this magnificent beauty. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 10:57:35</strong>
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				Solstice writhed upon the bed as he knelt between her thighs, seeming to pray... to worship her with his lips and tongue, pulling moans and sighs from her, her fingers tugging his hair gently, pressing him in to her. "Yes... yes, yes, yes..." she managed to get out, calling his name again before he rose, moving to lay beside her. His lips and tongue on her ear lobe pulled a shudder from her and she looked up at him, blushing slightly. As his voice commanded her to release him from his fabric prison, she moaned. "With pleasure..." she murmured, and her hands were quickly ridding him of his clothing, shedding the last of her own until she was bare in all her pale beauty before him. A soft squeak left her as he pulled her atop him, but she grinned, not missing a beat. <br><br>One hand slid down her body to where his rigid, thick manhood waited for her to take it inside of her. Stroking him firmly, she took pleasure in the act of stroking and teasing him, her thumb tracing the velvety head as his precum slid from him. Shifting, she leaned down and licked up that glistening droplet, watching his eyes with a wicked grin before she rose again, straddling him. "Don't worry... I wont tease you too much," she whispered a moment before she was shifting, letting his head trace her delicate lips. A low moan left her, like the whisper of a prayer as her eyes closed and her head dropped back, soft form shuddering delightfully as she ran the tip along her folds. <br><br>Then, finally, she let it find purchase against her portal and slowly, oh so slowly, she lowered herself on him, taking him inside of her impossibly tight, velvety depths. "Oh... Chris..." she whimpered as he pushed in to her, splitting her open and stretching her tight around him. Her eyes closed tightly as she came down on him slowly, breathing heavily. "So big..." she gasped a moment before she hilted him fully inside of her, the entire process taking a long minute before he was buried inside of her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 11:17:16</strong>
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				Solstice did something to him, that no one ever had done before, taken all of him. Chris was more than a little endowed and it was with no regret that he opted out participated in this particular function. His first time was his only time, the girl in question was hurt by him and left him feeling a little more than guilty of ever performing that act. But Solstice made it ok. She fit him perfectly, like a glove. After much teasing he felt his whole body light on fire from the tight embrace of her. Lifting up a little her brought her face down to him and kissed her like a man in love. Tracing and tasting those beautiful pale lips as if kissing a delicate rose petal.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Once she was pressed against him again, he would not let her go. Instead he would use his strength to sit up, with her still impaled. Working around till he was on his knees with her riding astride and deep, where he thought of this he could not say only that she felt so good that not having her kissing him seemed to be a sin. Not being connected to her a travesty and as his strong arms pulled her closer still, his mouth was relentless in it's kisses. Even when he eventually moved them to him being on top, he was ever so gentle as he made love to this woman. Consuming and devouring her very being with his body and his deisre. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;Looking down at Solstice as he rocked slowly and rhythmically inside of her, Chris wished for absolution, for forgiveness not for committing this most serious of sins with her. But for being a fool for not waiting for God's plan. For she had to have been in there somewhere and maybe God would forgive him this small thing. Because if this was part of His creation, then it was truly beautiful in every aspect.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 11:33:58</strong>
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				Solstice was stunned she'd managed to take every bit of him, but there was no thought that it would be a surprise to him... he moved and acted like a man with experience, she had no idea that she was the first woman to ever accept all of him. What stunned her more than the achievement of taking all of him, however, was the gentleness with which he handled her. She was not accustomed to such tender touches, such perfect kisses. Usually her partners were just eager to devour her like an animal, to pound in to her until they were both screaming with the intensity of their coupling. But Chris... he handled her like she was made of something fine and delicate... something precious. For the first time in her life, Solstice felt like a treasure... the kind of woman a man might one day come to cherish. It left her staggered and unable to think, but he seemed to not have such an issue, as soon enough he was moving, shifting to be on his knees. <br><br>Legs acting on instinct, she wrapped them around his middle and closed her eyes as she was rocking in against him, taking him to the hilt each time and crying out softly with every movement of her small body. Soon enough, she was panting as he lay her back, covering her form with his own, his body hot to the touch and her skin feverish in it's own right. "Chris..." she whimpered, eyes closing as she writhed beneath him, unable to breathe properly or even to think. It all felt so... so... so <em>good</em>! "Don't stop..." she breathed, eyes opening to look up at him. <br><br>"Please don't stop?" she asked, and her voice, for the first time since they'd met, would sound truly and rightly feminine... Small, delicate... almost submissive. It didn't occur to her at the time, of course... she was far too busy indulging in the feel of him on top of her. Lifting her head, she kissed him gently, her lips brushing his like a caress. He was being slow... easy... she'd never had it this way... not even her first had been so gentle with her, and for a moment Solstice almost wanted to weep at the beauty of the moment, but she didn't... not quite so separate from her pride to be able to allow that vulnerability to be so blatant. It would be there in her eyes, however... clear as day, her vulnerability showed as she gave herself to him without even understanding what was happening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>03-07-2012, 08:47:29</strong>
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				Her pleas did not fall upon deaf ears, Chris rocked slowly back and forth plunging deep into her womb, touching every crevice with his length. The way she gripped him, it was like being wrapped in velvet. He leaned forward and began to whisper into her ear. In almost fluent Russian he spoke "Do you know how beautiful you are Solstice? How perfect in form?" His fingers traced her face delicately, the alabaster of her skin enthralling his grey/blue gaze. Kissing her cheek he raised up, pulling her hips with him. Laid back on her shoulders his hands trailed up her pale body, stopping to caress and tweak her rosy nipples, before stroking her bare pubis. <br><br>With strong fingers he slid is thumb between the delicate petals of her sex, thumb slowly rubbing that pink glistening pearl. "I want to hear you cum for me Solstice" he said in a rather dominate tone. Flicking his hips Chris drove himself deep again, rolling in and out of her gripping sleeve. A strong hand brought her to him again, lifting her as if she were light as feather, mouth devouring her in kisses again. Trailing his mouth down her neck to one of those pouting orbs and locking on to it, sucking the nipple between his teeth. His thumb still working that pearl until he would feel her shiver and shake in his arms.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>04-07-2012, 02:17:56</strong>
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				Solstice moaned softly, and when his voice whispered in to her ear, his warm breath flowing over her sensitive skin, she shuddered some. His question made her blush, and Solstice turned her face to look up at him as he kissed her cheek. He sat up before she could kiss him... could show him how much she desired him... needed him. He made her feel as if she'd never been touched... never truly been touched, anyway... Compared to the others, he was more intense... like he could see right through her to her soul, and he loved what he found there beneath the surface. Hips lifted and thighs forced apart further by the position, Solstice squeaked some and bit her lip. <br><br>His thumb found her clit and she gasped, arching and moaning. Writhing slightly, she curled her toes and his tone was enough to make her shudder. She needed to cum... needed to give him what he was demanding from her! It didn't take long, either, as his length pushed in and out of her again and again, his thumb working that sensitive button, forcing her closer and closer to her edge. She was so close... so very, very close... but then he grabbed her, lifting her and pulling her to him. Arms and legs around him, she rode him and cried out, her head falling back as she took him in to her over and over again. <br><br>The feel of his mouth on her nipple combined with the touch to her clit and the feel of his length stretching and pushing at her again and again was all it took and soon enough, Solstice was squealing, her toes curling as she exploded around him. Body shuddering and sex gripping him almost painfully tight, she threw her head back and cried out in pleasure as her juices coated him, thick and sudden. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 07:27:00</strong>
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				Vodka fueled desire engulfed Chris as Solstice shuddered against his sweat slicked skin. The gripping of that velvet glove sent his own body into rigid, heart hammering release. Crying into her breast as long turgid years of repressed need released deep into the over blown hotness of her body. His hands sought out and gripped her flesh, fingers digging and pressing red dents into the ivory of her hide. His own body recoiling and falling with her wrapped around him onto the bed. Cradling Solstice against his body Chris lifted his mouth to hers and pulled a kiss from the redhead once more. <br><br><br>The myriad of complications wound around in the back of the hunter's mind, the vodka shoved the ideas in the far back of his mind as he cuddled the beauty into the bed. And with a resound sigh he wrapped them both in the sheets as they fell asleep. His dreams were tormented with his guilt and a strange tugging at his heart as Chris slept, unsure of the effects this night might have upon his future.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 20:44:34</strong>
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				Solstice cried out at the feel of him expanding and pulsing inside of her, the way he seemed to thrust himself in to her all the more insistently, as if fighting the tight grip her body had on him, the way it tried to hold him in place. His release was enough to send her careening up and over the edge, thrown over the threshold in to another mindless torrent of pleasure. Her nails clawed at his back as they made love in a way and on a level the redhead had never believed possible. Soon enough, though, he was kissing her, holding her close as he lowered them both to the bed. Solstice continued to cling to her partner and lover as he cuddled her close to him and in to the bed, soft cooing noises leaving her throat. <br><br>Her lips parted, as if to speak, but already the combination of the alcohol and the exertion they'd both gone through during their heady, primal need for each other was making her grey/blue eyes flutter slightly. Looking up at him, she let out a tiny, pleasure-filled sigh as her head came to rest on his bicep. "Chris..." she murmured, but her eyes slid fully closed before she could summon any other words. <br><br><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~</div><br><em>Wrapped in each other's arms, bodies moving as one and voices mingling, filling the night air, the two lovers seemed to bathe in the moonlight that filtered through the branches of the trees above them. Solstice's soft cries filled the night air as the sound of hips crashing against each other punctuated the night. Chris pushed himself in to her again and again, and his red-haired lover arched, crying out and moaning in ecstasy as she took him within her over and over again. <br><br>"Mine," he murmured to her, his hands braced on either side of her head as he drove his hips in to her, claiming her for his own. <br><br>"Y-yours," she breathed, gasping as he shifted angle, hitting a deep, forbidden spot within her. "Oh, God!" she cried out, nails digging in to the skin of his back, dragging and leaving behind red scratch marks. <br><br>"Always. Always mine," he panted, flipping her on to her hands and knees and beginning to jackhammer himself in and out of her rapidly tightening sex. <br><br>"Yes!" she cried, fingers digging in to the moss beneath them. The feel of his teeth digging in to the soft, meaty part of her shoulder pulled a cry of mingled pain and pleasure from her. "Chris, I... I love you," she gasped. <br><br>A growling snarl sounded behind her but Solstice thought nothing of it at first, until suddenly there was a louder growl and his weight was gone, along with the feel of him stretching her around his length. "Chris?" she panted, turning to look back behind her, only to see him writhing and snarling, letting out a soul-piercing howl as his body rapidly began to shift form. "No... Oh, no..." <br><br>Tears built in her eyes. "NO!" she screamed, but the shift was nearly complete and a pair of glowing yellow eyes stared at her in a mixture of accusation and hurt. "Chris... No... I'm sorry." Hands lifted, trying to reach out to him, but the wolf backed away from her with a snarl before turning and bolting off in to the night. A cry of emotion-fraught agony left her lips as she lifted her eyes to the moon above, lips parting to scream in mixed anger and pain. <br><br></em><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~</div><br>"NO!" came Solstice's loud gasp as she sat up straight in the bed, eyes wide and skin coated in a cold sweat. Her hands shook and she lifted them to her face, pushing her hair back as she breathed heavily, looking around the room with a frown. Where was she? Where was... Chris! Breath catching in her throat, she turned terrified blue eyes to the bed beside her, finding him still there, asleep, and as human as he'd been the moment she laid eyes on him. Only then did a small breath of relief leave her lips. Thank the Gods... <br><br>Shaking her head, she gathered her senses and slid carefully from the bed and his arms, covering him back up before she tiptoed off to the bathroom and in to the shower. Under the spray of the hot water, she leaned against the tile wall with a sigh. It was just a dream. Just a terrible, unrealistic dream. Of course she didn't love him! That was absurd. She didn't love anyone! It was better that way. If she didn't love them, neither of them would ever have to suffer as so many women in her family before her had suffered. She wouldn't see someone turned in to a monster because her heart softened to them. <br><br>It was early... very early, even for her... but it didn't matter. She needed to shower. She needed to think. What happened the night before couldn't happen again. She couldn't let it happen again. It was too risky. He felt too good, too right... Too meant to be. No! No, she wouldn't let it happen again. Ever. <br><br>Bitter tears slid down her cheeks, mixing with the water from the shower faucet as Solstice turned her face to the water. Never again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 22:38:54</strong>
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				<br><em>Thump thump ...thump thump....thump thump thump thump thump thump......the wind blew across his dark fur as her heart beat began to race. The decadent saltiness and heat of her body called out to him on the wind, but the horror filled cry from her lips rejected him. An angry snarl escaped his muzzled before he turned and bolted for the safety of the trees. This was his punishment for disobeying ;the agony on her face, the repellent expression of horror and fear. And now he was what he hunted, something dark and cursed.&nbsp; He felt the damp earth beneath his feet and a pang of loneliness rippled through his mind, running until he found the rivers edge he looked down into the water. Seeing his furry face and burning eyes, the agony found voice as Chris raised his head to the moon and howled......</em><br><br><br>Chris squeezed his eyes tightly shut for a moment. The image of the pale moon in his dream burned into his thoughts. Not real..not real..the alcohol fueled headache made his brain twitch. There was a rushing water sound coming from the bathroom and the memory of the night before flooded where the dream had been. The taste of her still on his lips..the feel of her skin against his, the hot wet tightness of her body accepting him over and over again. His cock twitched in response before a dreading guilt killed it.<br><br><br>FUCK! <br><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size">His internal voice began to reason with him. <em>It was just one night.</em>....filled with booze and debauchery....<em>True..but ever think that maybe you just needed it..she was not exactly resisting..more like laying it out on the table....</em> Doesn't matter..I disrespected her and my self...we will deal with this matter when we return to the abbey. Y<em>ou don't have to tell...you will probably never see her again...no one will know.. </em>I know..and God knows.</span><br><br><br>Chris threw the covers off and onto the floor, moving quickly to put on his pants and a shirt. He would scrub the night off once she was out of the shower. Making the bed up reminded him of everything.&nbsp; He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at the rosary muttering&nbsp; the prayers when she emerged.<span style="font-size: small;" class="bbc_size">Chris did not look at her as he took over the steamy room. He could not bring himself to look in her eyes , just brushed past without a word and closing the door soundlessly. It would take the rest of his shower time to steel his resolve and face her once more.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 07:01:13</strong>
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				Solstice stood under the hot spray of the water for a long while before she finally cut it off and climbed out, wrapping herself in a towel. She expected him to be asleep. She expected him to be nestled in to blissful dreams brought on by the ecstasy they'd achieved in each other's arms. She expected him to be eager to see her when he woke up again... Chris seemed like the type to happily hold his partner close to him before engaging in a passionate morning of heavy breathing and grinding hips. <br><br>But when she left the bathroom, she found him not asleep and tangled in sheets, not reaching for the place where her body had been curled against his own... but awake, seemingly wide awake. And... refusing to look at her? She stepped from the bathroom, steam billowing out around her still glistening shoulders as she clutched her towel around her, only to have him immediately stand up and push past her, shutting the door with a firm click behind her. Blinking slowly, she turned to look at the door, her lips parting for a moment as she considered asking if there was something wrong. Was he mad at her for getting out of bed to shower without him? Had she accidentally woken him when she got up and he was upset with her? Yes... yes, that had to be it. Why else would he be refusing to make eye contact with someone he'd just shared an explosive, deeply pleasurable night with? <br><br>Swallowing hard against the doubt she felt twisting in her gut, she moved to her bags and dressed quickly, plugging in her hair dryer in the living room to begin getting the moisture out of her hair. It wouldn't do for her to go out in the cold with it wet, after all... and the involved process of making sure every inch of the ruby locks were dry would keep her mind off of what she would have to do... make sure they didn't sleep together again. <br><br>"The job, Solstice. He's here for the job. You're here for the job. Nothing else. Everything else is a distraction. Just do the job."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 04:57:53</strong>
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				When she appeared out of the steam Chris felt his heart lurch and his groin twitch with awareness. Gritting his teeth swept past her and into the bathroom. Once safely behind the locked door did he let himself breathe, even then he regretted it. The damp air smelled of her shampoo and the heat of her flesh. Growling he turned on the shower and began to strip. This could not be happening to him. It was a mistake. They were drunk. He would ask her forgiveness and stay focused on the job. <br><br><br>Chris had considered a cold shower, but the below freezing temperature outside curbed the idea. It would do no good to get sick. They had a young woman who might need rescuing and a coven of witches to deal with. The hot water and scrubbing helped him clear his mind, though the scent of her shampoo kept bringing back the memory of her flesh on his. 'Lord why am I being tempted so' he thought. If he were only just like any normal man.....the words tumbled through his mind and the face of his long dead sister flashed. The blood that was everywhere when he found her. Those images soon squashed any notions of romantic involvement with Solstice. His life was spared for one purpose. Chris was a weapon of God and there was no room for anyone or anything else. <br><br><br>Cutting off the water, he decided to forgo shaving. Wrapping a towel around his waist, Chris stepped out of the bathroom and sat on his side of the bed. the roar of the dryer creating a wall of sound between them. Drying off in the room with her was no easy task, but he wanted to be prepared for their encounter with the witches. This required more suitable attire than his traveling clothes. Having dried off the best he could in the tiny bathroom, Chris slipped on the heavier winter undergarments and black military fatigues. It was not until the hair dryer had been turned off that he turned around to face her. <br><br><br>Her loveliness was indeed divine in its own right and the mere sight of her made his heart beat a little faster for moment. Taking a deep breath his face bore a look of seriousness when his eyes met hers, stretching out taking her hand into his a&nbsp; jolt of electricity seemed to flow between them, but Chris stood strong. "Solstice....I must humbly beg your forgiveness for last night. I did not comport myself in an honorable manner. I failed to treat you with respect and that is not acceptable to me or my brotherhood. I can only say that it will not happen again. If you choose not to forgive me, I will understand."<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 08:48:13</strong>
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				She saw the door of the bathroom open in the mirror's reflection of the room behind her, but didn't turn to face him. Not yet... she couldn't look at him yet. Not knowing that she'd never feel his arms around her again. Not knowing that the kisses she got from him last night would be the last she'd ever get, and they were largely drowned out by the drunken haze she'd been in.... she'd never completely forget, but she wasn't sure she'd ever completely recall, either. Her hair took time to dry, and in that time she caught glimpses of him dressing in warm clothes, she still standing there in a fresh pair of boxers and tank-top, not quite ready to change in to work-appropriate attire yet.<br><br>When at last she switched the dryer off, she drew a deep breath and turned, lips parting to speak to him, only to have him catch her hand and begin talking before she got the chance. The words that left his lips next stunned her, and then a great swell of pain pulsed through her. He was... apologizing? He'd given her the most incredible experience of her life... had made her feel special, and truly cherished by another human being... and he was <em>apologizing</em> for that? Unsure exactly how to cope and process his words, she felt herself torn between optional courses of reaction. <br><br>On the one side of things... she could slap him. Hit him and slap him and scream at him until he hurt half as much as his words had just hurt her. But that wouldn't fix anything, and besides... he was Catholic. It's not like feeling guilty or hurt was anything new for him. Okay, so hitting him was out. Another option was to apologize herself... for taking advantage of a man of the cloth. But since when had she given two shits about church vows and chastity and holiness and all that bull shit? Yeah, no... she wasn't going to apologize. He was a grown man, it was his choice and it's not like he'd ever hinted at <em>not</em> wanting her. Hell, if anything, he'd initiated it! And finally... the most reasonable response... act like it didn't hurt. Get on with the job. Forget it happened. <br><br>Forget... right. Forgive first. She could do that. "It... it's fine," she got out, her tone even despite the way she felt as if her very soul were trembling. "We're adults. We'll just leave it in the past and move on." Her lips twitched as she forced a small smile and soon enough, after a brief and firm handshake, she turned away from him to grab her clothes from her bag and disappear in to the bathroom once more. What she didn't let him see, though, was the tears sliding down her cheeks the second her back was to him, and as soon as the door was closed behind her, a hand was pressed to her mouth as a small, heart-wrenching sob left her. <br><br>What was wrong with her? She was supposed to be happy he wanted to move on from it. It's not like anything good could come from them together anyway... she should be celebrating. <br><br>So why did it suddenly feel like there was a hole inside of her?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 09:34:53</strong>
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				Heartbroken. That was the only word he could come up with. Her lips were moving saying it was all fine, but her eyes. Her eyes said something different and it was like someone had stuck a knife in his chest. She vacated the space into the little bathroom as quickly as he had. There was the job and that was all there was to it. Maybe one day it would be alright, but for right now they had to deal with reality. <br><br><br>Chris turned to his bag and began to strap on the holsters and weapons of his trade. Not traditional by any stretch he was certain that all the items that became secured on his person would be needed in one way or the other. Holy water, his crucifix, the small set of silver knives, the twin desert eagles that rode on holsters in either side of his jacket and then the last thing. Certainly not the least, the sword named Bellringer. A double edged hand and half sword that was the master piece of the Holy Mother churches weapons smith. Folded a thousand times like those of eastern ilk, Bellringer was made of the hardest steel and so sharp it could split angel tears. <br><br><br>Kneeling for a long moment in prayer, that is how Solstice would find when she emerged. Deep in recitation and chanting as the sword gleamed before him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 08:05:37</strong>
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				It took several long moments for Solstice to calm herself down, and in that time she applied her makeup, pulled her hair back in to a long thick braid that hung nearly to her waist. Woven in to the braid were various small, easily concealed weapons and items. The outfit she wore was comprised of the skin tight "under armor" brand popular among athletes, and was worn under a pair of loose fitting military styled cargo pants and a black turtleneck. Various weapons to include throwing knives, guns, a hunting knife, a dagger, and two twin kukri were strapped to her person. A utility belt sporting several pouches and odd cannister looking devices were looped around her waist, and finally she pulled on the same red coat she'd been wearing the day before, it's hood pulled up. <br><br>With the coat closed, it would be impossible to see all of the weaponry she carried, everything carefully concealed as much as possible. After opening the door, she spotted him kneeling there and had to fight back the urge to let another tear fall for him. No... she wouldn't let him see how much that had hurt. And she sure as hell wouldn't cry in front of him. Seeing him praying and chanting, she let out a tiny sigh and finished packing her bags up, including one dufel back that though it went everywhere with her, rarely got used. The weapons within it were heavy, and odd... everything from old "classics" used during the middle ages to more modern pieces of technology that came in handy during the days when magic and modern comforts and weapons often came blended in with each other. <br><br>"You should bring your bags with you," she said simply, voice all business as she zipped her own up. "It might not be safe to come back here for it later, and I'm not going to get bitched at because you forgot your rosary or something." There was a slight edge to her voice, as if she were barely keeping her anger in check, or perhaps was just fighting the urge to lash out out of hurt over the situation. Turning without another word, her combat boots thudded slightly over the rickety floor as she left the room, not even caring that the sun wasn't even up yet. It would be soon, and it wouldn't hurt to start as soon as possible. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 09:51:51</strong>
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				The edge in her voice lashed out like a knife.Had he been closer Chris was certain that he would have been cut across the face, instead it delved into his heart. It quivered there for a moment then sank deeply. If it effected him, the Jesuit brother did not show it on his face, he merely picked up his repacked bag and slung it over his shoulder. <br><br><br>"I'm ready" his voice was as calm and as cool as mountain lake. The chill only reflected in the surface of his metal colored eyes. "I have reviewed the rest of the girl's journal. I believe that we are running out of time in regards to her safety. Let us go." The warmth of the southern drawl of his voice had evaporated and the steel resolve of a man of faith replaced it. He walked past her and out the door towards the stairs. <br><br><br>Though his emotions were at war, he shook his head to clear it in the wintry morning air. There was no time for this nonsense, the sooner he could get this mission completed the sooner he could get back to his work. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bloodied Porcelain</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 06:59:55</strong>
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				His voice was icy and calm and Solstice felt the urge to wince, but she pushed it away, gathering what was left of her pride. She'd be damned if she'd let some stupid man make her feel less about herself. Not when there was a coven of witches to kill. To be perfectly honest, she had very little worry about saving the girl... only preventing what they believed the coven planned to use her for. If the girl lived, that was wonderful. If she died, mores the pity. <br><br>Leaving the hotel room unlocked behind them, she followed him downstairs and stopped at the front desk long enough to drop the key on the counter and sign them both out on the old, ragged log book. There wasn't anyone behind the counter, and she assumed they were likely still asleep. No point in waking them up... she'd payed in advance, after all. Key hitting the counter with a soft metallic clinking noise, she turned and made her way outside and around to the stolen car, her finger hitting the button to unlock the doors. Bags in the trunk, she climbed in to the driver's seat and waited for him to get his stuff loaded in and climb in himself. <br><br>Only once he was in the car with her did she pull out on to the still dark, deserted roads. The sun only just beginning to lighten the sky in the distance... they had at least half an hour, possibly more, before it broke the horizon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Cursed Legacy: Red Riding Hood (Bloodied Porcelain and Rapt)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bruja</strong> on <strong>07-01-2013, 09:01:09</strong>
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				<br>Icy winter wind whipped at Chris' heavy pea coat as they descended towards the car. The hint of steel glinting behind her emerald hued eyes created a twist of shame. Shaking his curly head the feeling of shame turned to remorse over came the brother. She had been kind in her actions last night and he, he had not even thanked her for them. Stowing his gear and sliding into the car, the inky leather seat cradled his long muscular body. The creak of the seat reminded him to secure his seat belt. He was certain a repeat of the previous day's driving tactics would soon be in play. In order to establish a more professional air, Chris closed his eyes to find his center again and not detract Solstice from her goals. <br><br><br>Considering that his dreams gave his mind little rest, Chris began a quiet meditation during the drive out attempting to recuperate some of his energy. The low thrum of engine sent him quickly off into a nap where behind those resting lids vivid dreams played out. <em>"Solstice!" he shouted he could feel her pain and her hurt. It was like a rusty knife in his gut as pushed the blackened branches aside and saw her laying in the snow at the bottom of what looked to be ravine. Crimson locks, pale skin, her beautiful lush form not moving. A snarl ripped from his throat as he leaped from the precipice, heat blazing through his form hands becoming heavy paws. Suddenly it was not ice on his skin but sinking into his heavy fur coat and his cool grey eyes turned ice blue. Black muzzle again her face, whimpering and snuffling to maker her move. </em><br><br>In the car Chris twitched in his sleep, a catch in his breathing along with a single word slipping from his lips almost a whisper "Solstice".<br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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