Abandoned Castle

The room was void of light, for none was needed. Letting the lustful gaze fall upon the scene before him, this man could find no reason he should not continue. Leather met the ground, the coiling features of the twisting whip pulling taut for but a second until it bounced through the air. He could feel it. The craving. It was inanimate, yet the object desired to bite the flesh of the thing that rested before him, its very feeling non-existent, yet derrived from its controllers thoughts.
"Chains are nice, the feel of cold metal. Yet, rope will burn, biting into the skin as you struggle..."
His voice slid through the air, a strange hint of passion hidden beneath the words; words that, when spoken between them, would be read as happiness. Oh, such happiness. Master was enjoying himself, having waited all day, patiently, to find his little piece of meat. Walking the halls, like a predator. Their status when it came to each other was hidden so well, but here and now, she was his. Hidden away from the main rooms of this castle, his quarters sat behind large, steel-enforced doors. His sanctuary.
"What do you think.. my pet.." Casting his azure eyes upon her slightly exposed flesh, he marveled. So great was his haste, that she lay still in dress, the formal clothing of the day in tatters from their heated groping and fondeling when they first met that night. Master had forgotten to take it off as he brought her hands up to the wall. Rope. Rope. And more rope. Metal rungs, fastened in iron to the stone looped in arcs, where thick, heavy rope wrapped tight around her ankles and wrists, fibers biting into the skin as she was sure to move. "Well, slut.. how are you this evening."
Standing before her, this man could only smirk, his sharp features matched only by the softness of his smile, seeming so genuine. For it was. Despite the leather whip in hand, and this girl fastened to the wall, there was something between them, that outshone all else. Trust. She trusted him, as he would ravage her body like a barbarian, ripping every hole to shreds, degrading her flesh, and forcing her to do unspeakable things. There was the trust.
Letting his eyes flow up her curves, he could only wonder what he looked like here and now, wearing little but a pair of tight leather pants, black, and cliche. But he did not care. They hugged his body perfectly, showing off his aluring rear end, as well as his manhood, which was pressed against the fabric in waiting. His skin was sun touched, a deep bronze, waiting for her nails to rake across it.

Bells toke a breath in and she smiled softly. She knew she had given permission to let him feed from her vien, but for once the bite was sweet and she liked it to much. She looked down with a blush creasing her pale cheeks. "Umm.." she said softly, as she brushed her black hair from her eyes. The curl laid against her face. She then toke a step back up towards him, with a since of shiness. She toke in a breath. "Im sorry.." she said softly, and the blush seemed to grow more pink than their pale.

When she pulled herself away then kissed him he lost balance and fall back in a sitting posture. Wide eyed and confused he tilted his head slightly not knowing why she pulled away. After she said that he could feed from her, the taste of her blood in his mouth still tingling his taste buds, he liked it wondering why she kissed him but didn't ask. He stands up after awhile the confusion leaving his face as he looks at her. "It's okay..." Smiling from the kiss he looks down then up again hoping that he wasn't blushing or anything..although he didn't care to look. He wanted to kiss her again but he didn't think she would let him....

Bells moans softly as her head was tilted. For a moment she was confused, before he bit into her vien. "Its okay.." she said softly, in a hushed whisper. Her thick black hair fill to one side, making her pedtals in her hair fall onto the ground. Her blood was like sweet wine, it hit your tongue like honey. She then let out a louder moan as he began to feed more voilently and more feircely. She toke a breath in, making her breathing go still as he fed from her. She then seemed to pull away from him, and his grip on her neck making the wound open more than what it was. She sighed softly, as a purple flame appeared onto her hands. Her eyes golden like fire, or the sparks at play of fires great flame. Claws seemed to grow from her fingertips, and the bandages of white grew red with new blood and raw skin. Her fangs, grew from her mouth and she closed her eyes for a moment. With that she then kissed the Zero. She then toke a few steps back. "Um, Im so sorry.." she said softly.

Smiles weakly as he was beginning to lose control of himself slowly as his nails grow out into claws. Wishing that he could stop it he whispers to her. "I'm sorry..." Appearing behind her turning her head to one side he bites down on her neck hard piercing her skin where the blood could flow to his taking. When it hits his tongue he begins to feed from her. Seeming to calm then his heart beats loudly having him to want more he bites a bit harder and feeds faster and a bit more violently.

She looked at the man silantly. She looked at the cuts, and she toke a breath in. "Please, dont harm yourself.." she said softly as she came up the man and kissed the wounds. Making the wounds vanish like air to dust. Her eyes then grew a darker golden with a blood-lust gold. Taking in the smell of the mans blood. She then seemed to stop breathing. As if, if she had smelled the blood anymore she would loss all contorl over herself. "Nice to meet you Zero." she said in a gentle voice as she smiled, beast like fangs showed. This showed that she wasnt a lycan nor wherewolf. But a first of her kind.

Hears what the woman said and shakes his head he didn't want to feed from her he never wanted to feed from anyone he would rather die than feed from someone else. "Zero." Whispered by his voice keeping his hands over his motuh and nose to keep out the scent taking out a knife he cuts his arm hoping to in his pain rid himself of the hunger and bloodlust as much as he could.

Bells looked at the man and nodded her head slightly. "Um, the reason why I had blushed as because I find you handsome..." She said softly. She watched the man and nodded softly. She toke in a breath having that she could smell the scent of blood from the man herself. It was alluring as it laid in his viens. She then tilted her neck, as if testing something. "Thirsty?" she asked, as her neck seemed to be tilted to allow this man to feed from her. For she, herself knew of the mask of the hunger that faced each breed of beast. Rather it was lycan, wherewolf, or vampire. "If you wish sir, you may feed from my vien.." She said softly her voice now a loud purr. "Before you feed, I would like to know your name. For I have given you mine." she said softly, as yet another blush came upon her pale cheeks. It was a light tint of pink, that creased her cheeks. That seemed like that of a pink rose. But oddly nothing about this woman besides her dress seemed girly. She dressed like that of a worrier, with her head held slightly high with pride not cockiness.

Seeing the woman blush and smile he looks at his body wondering if there was something that he wasn't seeing or something embrassing about him. He looks carefully at his body seeing nothing that he knew of he shrugs looking back up at her. "That's good and I'm doing okay at the moment....but I wish I knew why I'm cursed with something I hate..." Looks down hoping that she knew what he was talking about if she didn't that was okay as well. Sighing to himself he looks up at the sky as if asking someone or something why? Staring back down at the woman he smiles slightly as it fades as fast as it was shown. He wished he could rid himself of his hybrid self but he liked the power but not so much from only being able to feed from blood he never bit anyone at all but he was forced to by some people so that he wouldn't die his stomach continues growling but he ignores it as his eyes turn black again knowing that he was wanting blood...but he wouldn't let himself have any.

As Bells watched the man for a short moment confused to what he was doing. As she watched him turn around, and speak to her. A smile then creased her blood-staiend pink lips. "I am well sir and yourself?" she asked softly her voice a low and gentle purr. before she kne it the man had disappeared and reappeared. with that a blush came upon her pale cheeks. "by the way i am bells and you?" she asked. she toke a bandages hand away from her side to her face to move a piece of her hair that laid against her face within her eyes. She had to admit the man was handsome, but what could he want with a beast like herself? SHe thought. As she looked at the man with her eyes that seemed to dance like flames of golden fire.

Hears the woman speak to him as he bows keeping silent knowing that he couldn't talk with the mask on. He turns his back to her as she could see that he was taking the mask off and the necklaces around his neck. Turning back to her he spoke to her. "Hello Ms. how are you today?" A smiles on his face without him knowing it seeing th wolf he yawns not really wanting to fight right now even if it was with an animal. Turning his gaze away from the wolf he looks up at the woman smelling the blood his stomach growls although he ignores it. Having not liking to have to eat only blood but his two species counteract with each other if he was off only lycan he could eat meat and everything else to survive but since he was a hybrid, he only fed off of blood it was all that his body would let him have. Looks up at the woman as he disappears and reappears with a new change of clothes. Still awaiting her response to his question. It seemed like he was taking a liking to this woman though he knew hardly anything about her for the time being.

Bells truned around as she smelled a man of mixed blood. She toke a breath in, making her chest stay. As if she where holding it at bay. So sweet and alluring she thought to herself. She toke a step back and closed her eyes, and her wolf seemed to be at bay and not at all in defense mode. Her eyes then turned into a brighter golden as she opened them. One that seemed to signal that she was thirsty. Taking a breath in that seemed to give her a beast like traits. Like that of a wolf or an animal of some kind. "Hello?" she said softly to the man that seemed to cast his gaze off of her. She did not care for that of a persons mixed blood or that of pure. For she was a mix herself. Both a buaety and a beast. The woman's voice seemed to be a purr. As the woman's scent, it was that of blood and earth and rain. The smell of that of a spirit that is made to be freed from any cage that held her bound.

Looks over at the woman that entered from the vortex smelling her scent to be of an animal. His eyes turn black as he was a hybird of vampire and lycan origins. His eyes always turned when he had the scent of which either species was around him. Although his nails sometimes grew out today they did not. Watching her in a crouching position and the wolf as most of the wolves themselves hated him or always seemed to attack him but then again others stayed at bay. Having a mask over his mouth for protection of himself and mostly keeping the scents out of his reach so that he wouldn't attack anyone out of malice or hunger from blood. Looking away from the woman again although he didn't know why her scent got through the mask. Was it his own amazement of the woman or was it that she was pure of the subspecies that she might have had within her body? He didn't know trying to keep his mind off of her he still had her scent which seemed to linger in his senses..

With a scream a scream from that of both men and women alike, a vortex was opening its pits. The pits of hell that seemed to play around in a rave of fire like dance, that seemed like a hell. A woman like body appears cast upon the shadow as something seemed to raise from where the vortex laid. As the woman's shadow then plays with that of a wolf with each step. It appeared that it was a woman with black hair and golden eyes like that of a wolf's or a cats. Her body was slim but curved at the hips and at the chest. Each step she toke was like that of a beast at play. Each movement deadly, a wolf fallowed by her side. A wolf of white fur. The woman turned her head to watch the vortex close, with that an unheard word passed through her lips. It was seen that her hair was like that of the night black skies that rained above, her eyes like that of fire that seemed to burn in a hell like rage. Her hair had pedals of white roses taggled within her hair. Her dress that she wore, was white, that bodess of it hudged against her body. "Hello?" she asked out her voice a gentle purr. As the vortex was closed you could see her hands, her hands where wrapped in cloth. It seemed that this was done for both protection of others and her own health.

A mist enters the landscape the realm still silent only the lone sound of the wind can be heard it doesn’t bother the mist. Allowing it thicken to the point of where the closest object can’t be seen soon a silhouette is barely seen through the mist the figure is about average height he raises his hands into the sky and emits an lightning arc from his hands. This arc has an array of colors as it is infused with all the elements he lets it light up the area where he can be only seen as a glimpse he lowers his hands letting the same arc dissipate. As the mist thins out the man can be seen he’s tall around the height of 5’10 and muscled not to make him look bulky but still muscled, this man was named Zero the once elder of two great families. Smiling to himself and says in a deep and calm voice “Hello.” to anyone that would talk to him.

A difference was instilled upon him while he was away he let his darkness take over him, his emotions were clouded but he was regaining control of them as his once white hair is now black, his eyes are black he was also regaining his complexion, his powers had a darker energy upon them as he continues to look around the realm. Although he let his darkness go he still had a bit of it within him giving him hate and malice for ones that he didn’t like in general, this also helped him when he was in battle the darkness was the main source of his transformations in the first place he sacrificed some of it but kept most of it to himself.

In his journeys he was chosen to be a disciple by God but he declined the offer as seeing he was already a creation of the devil, vampire. He kept his wings and his angelic appearance. Although he knew to some people angels were the center of attention and he didn’t want to hog the attention. Recently he learned on how to hide his angelic appearance to make himself look everyone else, like a regular person, a flash emitted as his hair grows out a bit longer, he has on eye shadow wearing urban clothing to make himself fit in to the modern world. Making a crystal mirror he looks at himself smiling knowing that he perfected this technique he looks around the area again seeing if anyone noticed his change or even his angelic form before he changed himself although he didn’t ask about it. Appearing underneath a tree he leans against the base of it watching everyone else his arms crossed on his chest as he stands there in the tree’s shadow of it’s leaves.

Okay.

can't rp

Her urge, the blood within the grasp of her she could feel the beast raging, aggrivated within her stomach. She leaned back still, feeling the heaviness on her lids as she just leaned her head against the dead trunk. Almost, the tree was about to fall over until she settled against it, making it unable to. Her muscles were aching as she thought about the one she cared about still needed to help her on when these out breaks were happening. She didn't understand them. Her beast and She didn't get really along unless she was with her lover, then they were fine. They were thinking about other things. Other than that, she was on her own about dealin with the moody beast. Pressing her lips together, she let her eyes scatter over the land before feeling eyes on her. The soft growl came upon her lips as she wondered if it was the seekers of the devil back, but it was the man she had looked across from before. She settled her growl and settled closer to the tree, straightening as she saw his bow.
A soft raise of her brow left the expression on her face as she listened to his words. She let him continue until he was finished with his words then she turned her head, her eyes fading into the darkness as she looked through the dancing silhouettes. Her hands were clutched together in her lap as she sighed softly, "I'm just having difficulty tonight. And no, I wish not to drink from you." She turned her head, feeling a soft hmph coming from her lips as she knew that she wouldn't feed from the man. It would cause her too much to feel the beast to ravage against a person who didn't understand the power within her grasp. The man would not understand her dilema and most likely would be killed from even her touch. Her touch was of a poison, which her lover was not infected by for he has the same burden as she does, but has a better grip. Sighing softly, she waited for the young man's response.

Looks over at the woman that entered feeling the beastly urges within her. Knowing that he would have to use caution when approaching her, even though he knew that he could handle her...maybe. Using the shadows to move about the realm he appears next to her in a matter of minutes bowing. Although he didn't have a shirt on he didn't realize it now, hoping that she didn't attack him out of blind rage. Waiting to see how she reacted to his bow he raises up to his original posture, he speaks to her as if she was normal, in his experiences if people talked to another differently the outcome might be bad. "Hello Miss how are you on this night?" Seeing her touch on the tree he smirks to himself knowing that she was powerful as it dies out he was intrigued slightly. Noticing that her mind was focused on blood he speaks to her once again. "I noticed that you are craving blood don't worry I will offer you mine fret not though my blood restores it self slowly over time when it is lost So take as much as you need from me." Waiting to see her response to his offer he smirks slightly still feeling her powers from the beast within her.

Zero-
Avery moved through the darkness, her eyes striped and her mouth thirsty for blood. Anger was flushing throuh her as she just kept walking, her eyes on the ground in front of her. The veins within her body were beginning to bulge before she finally saw the edge of the forest. She looked up amongst the trees where she took a deep breath, her fingers in fists at her sides before she finally took a deep breath, her eyes still black striped, the emerald turning into a dull gray and the gold turning red. Her beast was almost fully taken over. Her skin looked paler than ever. Her muscles were bulging from her skin as she just looked around, feeling the tree dying as she leaned against it. In her eyes, there was a faint glow of orange. it was the glow of hell. Like fire was burning within her eyes. Her breath was coming across her turning purple lips as she felt cold, dead, and angered. There was nothing but silence from her as she ran a hand through her hair, feeling nothing but the hearts around her.
Her beast was raging inside of her. it was ripping her insides apart though it would not soon be doing that. It wanted to feel the blood on it's tongue or the love of it's mate. Neither of those were around she just stayed back, hearing a male voice not far from where she stood. She looked up, her eyes finding his before she just turned her head away speaking, her voice filled with irritation, "Hi." Then she looked at the ground, her hand gripping against the trunk of the tree, feeling it dead beneath her fingertips. She felt nothing but hollowness, nothing to be special about besides the one that she cared about who was not availiable at the that time. She was alone, like most of the time and she just slid to the bottom of the tree, keeping her calm as she just waited to see if the male would even come her away or cower off like most do and be cowards.

A mist enters the landscape the realm still silent only the lone sound of the wind can be heard it doesn’t bother the mist. Allowing it thicken to the point of where the closest object can’t be seen soon a silhouette is barely seen through the mist the figure is about average height he raises his hands into the sky and emits an lightning arc from his hands. This arc has an array of colors as it is infused with all the elements he lets it light up the area where he can be only seen as a glimpse he lowers his hands letting the same arc dissipate. As the mist thins out the man can be seen he’s tall around the height of 5’10 and muscled not to make him look bulky but still muscled, this man was named Zero the once elder of two great families. Smiling to himself and says in a deep and calm voice “Hello.” to anyone that would talk to him.

A difference was instilled upon him while he was away he let his darkness take over him, his emotions were clouded but he was regaining control of them as his once white hair is now black, his eyes are black he was also regaining his complexion, his powers had a darker energy upon them as he continues to look around the realm. Although he let his darkness go he still had a bit of it within him giving him hate and malice for ones that he didn’t like in general, this also helped him when he was in battle the darkness was the main source of his transformations in the first place he sacrificed some of it but kept most of it to himself.

In his journeys he was chosen to be a disciple by God but he declined the offer as seeing he was already a creation of the devil, vampire. He kept his wings and his angelic appearance. Although he knew to some people angels were the center of attention and he didn’t want to hog the attention. Recently he learned on how to hide his angelic appearance to make himself look everyone else, like a regular person, a flash emitted as his hair grows out a bit longer, he has on eye shadow wearing urban clothing to make himself fit in to the modern world. Making a crystal mirror he looks at himself smiling knowing that he perfected this technique he looks around the area again seeing if anyone noticed his change or even his angelic form before he changed himself although he didn’t ask about it. Appearing underneath a tree he leans against the base of it watching everyone else his arms crossed on his chest as he stands there in the tree’s shadow of it’s leaves.

When you bleed, you bleed deep. When you cut, you can tear teh skin. When the skin tears, the relief is undescribable. Pulling her knees up to her chest, Inari rested her chin upon them, and turned her dark brown eyes to watch the waves. Funny how watching the sea could relax even the most stressed of people; distract them from the lies that had pushed them to storm off in the first place. She loved the soft glint of light that danced off the water. The smell of the salt air, the chriping of the gulls, the serenity.
When the sea falls quiet, only then will we know that we are going to end, the soft Whoosh of the water gone. The gentle push of the waves, ceased. Surely If there was nothing as beautiful as this to watch, we would be dead by now. A soft tear rolled down her Ivory cheeks, and pushed her hair over her face to hide it. Deserted though; Anyone could be watching. "So If you love me let me go. I can't destroy what isnt there.." She murmured, wipping her cheek witht he side of her hand. That gaping hole was back, tearing through her like a knife through bread. It was scary. Being alone. Everyone was gone. None gave a damn about anything but themselves. I t hurt. Burned. Threatened to take over everypart of her body and turn it into a zombie.
On a first thoguht, you would have thought she had her heart broken, but the desertion was not of anyone but herself. She had changed. Something she had promised not to do. Everything about her was gone. The once twinkling blue eyes, Dull. Her once flawless pale skin, covered in lines and pictures. Her blonde hair. Dark. It was an abomination, of something that she had promised not to do.

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Dumb bitch claimed I broke into her house

Okay.

Avery~ I have lost the mood to rp.