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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 10, 2006 14:19:37 GMT -5
Gracia had kept those Ashen eyes trained before her, lush pink lips curling into a sigh of utter feminine satisfaction. A cant of her head towards the woman, finding herself enjoying those of dominant personalities, for she knew so few now.
"...they call themselves SEVEN.."
The words said with a fairly snort of distaste as she watched the woman retreat.
"They aren't worth our time, thats obvious. But they are in the way of our Emperor's dominance over these lands. And even better...."
Pausing, pushing knowing that this would get the woman's attention as Gracia leaned forward upon her elbows.
"Some of them say they are from the deepest realms of hell.."
This last comment caused her to laugh suddenly, as she was seated there with a placid smile.
"I'll find you, but you have to promise me, that if you do get to kill me. You'll make sure I feel every single bit of flesh seared off my body. That the whole thing will be so bloody no one will even be able to tell it was me. And that you will wear my flesh...with the same pride in which I wear it now"
And she was proud of her silken form, fingertips gliding over each other as she watched the woman. Something was clearly off within the depths of those eyes.
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Post by Executioness on Sept 10, 2006 14:47:15 GMT -5
Had she truely left or not was a matter left for debate -- indeed the second set of words had caught her attention. She rolled the phrase across her tongue..
' The deepest realms of hell you say? ' she repeated, bemused tone peaking out from voice. That chesire smile flashed once more and she turned upon heel to face the Rodello.. Those once angelic features a twisted facade of beauty as they contorted, elongated and turning more beastial by the second. That oh so pretty mouth now little more than a snout -- pink muscle dancing out to run across greyish fur that had begun to sprout from every pour. One would notice upon careful inspection the way those manicured nails were growing out from nailbeds inch by inch into curved hooks dripping with some thick green elixer. Drops falling a pitter patter to the floorboards, searing it -- bits of steam would rise. It seemed acidic, she doubted any would care to test this theory.. her voice was kept to a low hiss as she spoke.
' They know nothing of hell. ' her head cocking to the side -- exquisite skull dipping as slitted pupils descended onto the other female's. A sudden liking for this one grew, she possessed qualities Lisa had long since admired. Promise shown. ' I promise you that one day, my pet. I will kill you. You ache for the pain I cause, I can see it in your eyes. ' as right hand raised, venemous talon stroking across the fair skin of the girl's cheek -- scalding hot, it would start to peel back the epidermis in layers, acrid smell of burning flesh invading all within reaches nostrils.
' And I can promise you that when I do take your life, it will be exquisite and you shall be one of my masterpeices. ' her motions fluid as snout would press against the wound, tongue snaking out to run across it's surface -- lapping blood and venom alike as canines grazed across the ruined beauty.. her voice dropped lower then.
' You act as if you'll enjoy my touch. You're already craving it. Beautiful, I'll carve you into something Michael Angelo himself would envy... and this I swear.. you won't enjoy it. ' and every word was true. Yes, it had been settled. Eventually she would kill the Matron, and she would enjoy it. However when the time came, she doubted the Rodello would go quietly into the coma.
As she backed off, eyes would once more shift across the girl's body -- the nude female's motions serpentine as she slithered to the side, examining each and every inch.. ' You'll do.. ' a nod.. she was a beauty. . ' You'll do quite fine, little pig.. ' and already her mind was swimming with ideas.. yes, a fine coat she would make she thought as silently she already pictured the spot in her bedroom where the girl's head would be mounted.
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 10, 2006 18:46:20 GMT -5
The conversation had clearly not been over, morbid curiosity had licked through her belly upon setting her eyes on the woman. Lisa made her skin crawl in that delicious way that only the most damned of creatures would cause, her head tilted to one direction. Listening, knowing that she'd understand exactly what it was she was talking about. These SEVEN people had no idea what horrors would be visited upon them, she knew that even if she lost a fight with someone, they always remembered Gracia. In the same vein she knew that whoever fought Lisa would always remember the beautiful yet savage creature.
Ashen stare had kept upon Lisa's transforming figure, the grisly show of power heightened her breathing. Her head tilted back, nostrils flared as she smelled what was evil. Soft pink tongue darted out wards to lick at her bottom lips as if to taste such vileness, and release of air then.
"Of course I crave it. Only one such as myself, this disgrace, a Rodello would enjoy a bestial touch that only one like yourself could provide"
The attention she was receiving from the creature made her hackles rise, as she spoke to her. Lips coyly formed a smile, look at her dip her head in a tempting fashion, letting the creature watch the swan like tilt of her neck that could be so easily broken. But something, beneath that, something so deep, dark and primal maybe could sooth this creature. Gracia, while brutish, boorish, vulgar and petulant was greedy, and so her eyes snapped to the woman, those words floating so easily out of her mouth. Tempting her.
"I'm glad you think you're the one that's going to end my life. Lisssaa" The name called out in a taunt. "But, lets play a game first..." Her hand snaking out wards, such a slender snappable thing to press upon the ghastly creatures face stroking backwards. "Lets see what horrors we can visit on the infidels that stand in the Unholy way" And a flicker of soft pads of fingertips upon the gruesome one that snaked so gracefully along the floor. "Let them feel what real evil is..Lissssaa" Again the taunting pierce of the woman's name.
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Post by lance on Sept 10, 2006 22:37:40 GMT -5
Lance made his way into the Blade. He was barechested, sweating, covered in scrapes and bruises... obviously just back from a recent match. He had a somewhat bleary look to his slate-blue eyes. It had been a long and draining weekend.
Noting the two women, he offered his trademark ear-to-ear grin, albeit a bit forced. He was exhausted. He could feel a sort of fuzziness throughout his entire form... akin to toxic-shock syndrome in its earliest stages. Making his way behind the bar, he sought out a clean glass and then filled it with cool, refreshing milk.
He ran his free hand over his chest idly, looking over to Gracia, and to the other woman, whom he did not know. Lifting the glass for a hearty gulp, his grin grew slightly terse as he noticed the... intensity that they seemed to be sharing.
"I'm... not interrupting anything... am I?"
He took another sip of milk, leaning forward onto the countertop, his palm on the surface, arm locked to keep him up.
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 10, 2006 23:16:47 GMT -5
Ashen gaze then turned towards the one who had walked in with all those tiny scrapes and bruises. Head tilted to one side watching each movement of his slight muscled form, her mouth which had recently formed a mocking smile then twisted to something a bit more corrupt.
Nose crinkled slightly, a frown watching the milk being poured and then a slight nod to his direction.
"No, Of course your not interrupting. Something wrong?"
Recently she had become "fond" of lance, in a way that she didn't want to kill him right off the bat. He seemed so young and vulnerable she couldn't help but dislike that youth, bottom lip stuck out a bit as she murmured.
"Meet Lisa"
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