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Post by Rose~Thorn on Apr 17, 2011 18:07:38 GMT -5
Chastisity returned to her youthful form. She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Never try harnessing any type of energy that isn't native and a natural resource to your race. Major consequences can arise. As for your question, lust energy is produced through hormones, which are common in youth, but nonexistent in the elderly. Lust energy can keep me in a youthful, healthy form if harvested regularly."
Chastisity listened to him bring up her mission. She was tempted to avoid that question again, because she didn't actually have an answer. She could easily kill him right now. All it would take is a simple bolt of life energy and he'd be nothing but a piece of charred meat. Yet she couldn't do it. She didn't even know why she was supposed to kill this boy. It just didn't seem right to do so without a proper reason. She would tell Satan that herself is needed.
The succubus snorted, turned on her heel, and transformed again. This process was a little longer, as her body shrunk and feathers grew. She flew off the mountain top as a raven, using her mind's eye to begin plotting her next destination. She had a werewolf to attend to.
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Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jun 25, 2011 15:59:01 GMT -5
Issac watched the woman turn and leave. Relief flooded his chest as she changed forms and flew off. With a gentle sigh, his ebony and white wings unfurled and wrapped around him. He invisioned home, with its broken-down door and his unmade bed.
When his eyes opened and his wings parted, he stood in the doorway of his home. The door was still off its hinges, and Issac lifted it up, jamming it back into place. It would have to do for the night.
Heading back to his room, Issac crawled back into bed. Fear of sleep was long forgotten now and he threw the covers over his torso. Sleep claimed him a moment later, and his dreams were haunted once more.
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Post by Rose~Thorn on Jun 25, 2011 16:20:31 GMT -5
Chastisity dropped in the air and rose again, trying to catch the right draft to lead her to the werewolf's den. Thankfully, she was close. The open-mouthed cave soon came into view, and she dropped from the air, hurtling to the rocks below with an alarming speed. She didn't notice the fall, or that her bird body's bones had broken. She simply shifted back into her preferred human form, and entered the cave.
As she searched for the sleeping wolf, her mind was reeling. She knew she was in great danger. This was the first time she'd ever disobeyed Him. That would mean major consequences. Her abilities to shift may be taken away, leaving her in nothingness similar to a ghost. Or he could freeze her in the form of a lowly mouse or insect.
The Succubus shuddered, deciding to cross that bridge when it came. Instead she put her attention to the task ahead. The muscular werewolf in his human form was sleeping with his back to her. Easy prey. She wouldn't bother drawing energy from him. Instead she bent over him, elongated and sharpened her fingernail, then slit his throat cleanly. She moved away from his body fast enough to be a yard or so away when the blood began to spurt. Another act of kindness for the day: she killed him in his sleep, meaning so much less pain than she could have dealt. He was not going to be happy with her.
(OoC: So is this done or do you have something else in mind?)
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