|
Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jun 25, 2011 17:14:03 GMT -5
Night hung over Hecate's forest like a black shadow, swooning the goddess into a peaceful slumber. The forest itself was left black and cold, desolate.
Almost.
A quiet figure slithered between trees and shrubs, weaving around mighty trees without touching them, as if cautious of waking the sleeping giants. The figure stooped low at a small stream of water as it quietly crept over a worn path of pebbles. It was male, from how he held himself, how his shoulders were broad and muscular. His bare arms caught the pale moonlight from above, turning his tan flesh pale. His fingers grazed the water's surface gently, and he watched the ripples through reptilic eyes of green, hazel, and red. They blinked long and relaxed.
Lifting his fingers to his lips, he kissed their tips and took the water into his body. Such a simple kiss held feigned emotions much like a human kissing a love.
Rising to his feet, the man stepped politely over the stream, fanning his fingers to the flowing water as if in parting, clicking his tongue softly, farwell in a tongue all his own.
The water seemingly hurried along, fearful of being around when he came back. Through his dragon eyes, blackness clung to his soul, chilling even the icy stream.
|
|
|
Post by Rose~Thorn on Jun 25, 2011 18:46:23 GMT -5
Chastisity stood in front of Hecate's Tree. She was hiding. From Satan himself. It wasn't very daemon-like to hide from one's master, but she preferred to call it 'taking a break'. There were only a few places she could escape His wrath, and Hecate's Forest was one of those places. It was guarded by the Goddess herself, Hecate, Goddess of the Crossroads. Goddess of Three Faces. She had three faces upon her head, one of a beautiful young maiden with chocolate colored skin, hay-colored hair tinted with fine strands of green, eyes that seemed to grow grass within the irises and a beautiful, sweet smile. That was the face of the past, appearing in the bright mornings. At mid afternoon she became a powerful, grown woman. Her skin richly brown, like the bark of a tree, and her blonde/green hair cut short against her head. At night, she became the crone. Sagging, wrinkled skin as black as night, her hair gray with the faintest hint of green left. Her eyes were brown in this face, as though the grass inside had died. Along with each face and time of the day, her personality changed, too. As the Maiden, she was cheerful, friendly, and bright. Woman brought about a fierce maternal instinct, and her most tame nature. The Crone was brutal and cruel. She didn't like or tolerate much, but she was the wisest in this face.
Hecate's Forest was Her own domain, and she protected it as though it was her own child. Satan could never enter this place, or take her from it, unless he was to kill the ruthless Goddess, a feat no one had ever attempted and lived through -- God, supernatural, feral, or mortal.
Chastisity began following the creek away from the tree. She felt at peace here, and only here. Few creatures of evil bothered to enter it, for too many screw-ups could call upon the Goddess's anger. Some evil creatures, such as herself, only entered for a hiding place, or an escape. Others hunted here. It all depends on how much you believe in Hecate and who you are. Chastisity, being a daemon associated and thought highly of by the devil himself had no troubles believing in other Gods and Goddesses, especially one she'd seen once. On her first screw up (killing a defenseless, innocent forest nymph) the Goddess had shown herself as the Woman. Chastisity had preferred to take the form of a panther at the time, but seeing the beautiful, face-changing woman had sparked her interest in the human body.
She paused suddenly, seeing a shadow up ahead. She could easily smell the stench of a male daemon, although it wasn't one of her circle. She couldn't place his class -- most likely being a rogue or unclassified -- and was already growing cautious. She could usually put any Incubus in his place, but some rogues could be a handful, especially if they didn't work for her Boss. Daemons under Satan's control and leadership usually had to show her some respect, especially other Succubi. She was well-known in Satan's Circle (the daemons who followed his leadership and dominance), but rogues didn't know her as anything but a target.
Chastisity stayed where she was, knowing her sent was obvious to the other daemon. She needed to know more about him before she approached. Some daemons were pacifists, some neutral, and some were just assholes.
|
|
|
Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jun 26, 2011 0:27:59 GMT -5
The daemon halted once the odor hit him. Female daemon. A tempting scent.
With a soft hiss that showed those of his own he was curious, he slowly pivoted on his heel, and he saw her. Young-looking, though he knew better, with a perfect body by human standards. He scanned her up and down several times, his irises catching the faint moonlight, their green, hazel, and red glowing eerily.
With a soft click, he turned fully around to face her. A beautiful specimen. She didn't seem to understand the meaning behind his noises, so he tried to recollect some of the words she would use on a day-to-day basis. He bowed his head for a second to greet her, still drinking in her image with his eyes while his mind filtered through language after language for any word she could come to understand.
But fear took hold of his heart for the most fleeting of moments, and caution urged his carefullness. So he took a weary step to a large tree, resting his fingertips against it. He felt the shadows tingle under his touch, waiting eagerly for him to use their power.
|
|
|
Post by Rose~Thorn on Jun 26, 2011 7:31:44 GMT -5
Chastisity watched the other daemon make a few clicking sounds. She cocked her head at him, suddenly knowing just who he was. She'd heard of daemons like him, although she hadn't seen one before. She didn't know if he could speak in words, so she tried her natural tongue of Latin, than the universal English.
"Abyssus daemon. I'm Castigo of Esculentus Ordo. Quisnam es vos? Hello, daemon. I'm Chastisity of the Succubus Class. Who are you?" she said softly. Her body remained perfectly still, although her eyes followed his movements with precise speed and perception. If he made on wrong move, she'd be more than happy to kick his ass.
Chastisity suddenly remembered something about his type of daemon -- rumor or truth, she didn't know. They could change shape like her.
"Est is verus ut vestri pius changes vestri vultus , ut does mei? Is it true that your kind changes your form, as does mine?" she asked, then shifted into her old form, a sleek black panther.
|
|
|
Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jun 27, 2011 22:25:39 GMT -5
The male daemon didn't recognize the first tongue she used. It rolled beautifully from her tongue, but he could not form the words into meaning. He understood her greeting of English and struggled for words to reply with.
"No name," he said. His voice was like iron over the words. "Hello, Ssssuccubus." He drew out the hiss of the s out of instinct.
Her form shifting was truly wondrous to behold. The way the curves of her body changed so quickly, yet so fluidly, left him with a smile upon his lips. Her question took moments to register, but he understood and gave her a curt nod.
Though his shift was much, much quicker than hers, he showed her. He dropped his hand from the bark of the large tree, absorbing the shadows around him, feeding off of their energy. He became an inky black mass that took the silhouette of something like a dragon, only much smaller. He had taken this form many a time, when he was younger.
He parted his lips in a long satisfied hiss, feeling like he was still merely a century into his life. His shadowy maw displayed black fangs within his twisted grin. Whether she took such an act offensive or not, he wasn't sure. But then again, he didn't think about it. All he knew where the ways of his people.
|
|
|
Post by Rose~Thorn on Jun 27, 2011 22:43:50 GMT -5
Chastisity nodded approval, though she was a little disappointed with his lack of shape, color, or substance. She returned to human form, although changing her appearance once again. Her hair was dark brown, and pulled back from her face in a ponytail. She wore less than usual, clad only in a snug pink tank top and short blue cutoffs. She took a seat on a fallen log behind her, then turned her look of disdain onto the daemon.
" Well if you don't have a name, how do people refer to you? distinguish you from every other daemon?" she asked, silently adding the "duh".
This daemon was beginning to seem like a joke. No name, spoke in weird ass clicks, and couldn't even shift into a whole creature. Wireless.
|
|
|
Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jun 27, 2011 23:02:37 GMT -5
He had guessed she would ask such a thing. As he stood back into his human form, he dusted himself off.
"My people," he hissed, "do not use word to talk. Use sssound and movement." He pointed a finger at his chest. "Respond to-" and he purred. A silky sweet sound that was clipped short with his tongue closing the space between itself and the roof of his mouth.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Peter. Humanoid name, Peter." He hoped his poor speaking skills would be understandable for her. Though she dressed improperly by his standards, she seemed highly educated, spoke with class, knew what she was doing, whatever that was. But she had yet to demonstrate much to him that proved she could live on her own. She was thin, poor muscle build, dressed poorly. She was a screaming target for anything that posed threat to a butterfly.
"Chassstissity," he hissed, tasting her name. "Why take dainty form? Sssso weak-looking." His reptile-like gaze drank her in once more, and he gestured to her with a flick of his fingers.
|
|
|
Post by Rose~Thorn on Jun 28, 2011 22:21:19 GMT -5
Chastisity just smirked and shifted again. Same body structure, with dirty red hair and the green eyes of the Celtic. She was clothed in two silver breastplates, held together with more cheat armour only long enough to protect her great and lungs. She wore short brown, leather spandex on her legs, with ay leather pouch hanging on her hips. She also wore her katana and sheath on her waist.
"Looks can be deceiving." she said. "if I dress like a damsel, less people expect me to be a strong as I am, and let their guard down. If I dress like this, they'll know what to expect. I kill a lot."
Once again Chastisity shifted. This time it was her usual outfit: long black hair with blue feathers woven in, a black corset and long skirt made of raven feathers.
"Why do you choose to look human?" she asked, intending to inquire only to be sarcastic, but finding she was genuinely curious.
|
|
|
Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jun 28, 2011 22:46:19 GMT -5
Peter found himself licking his lips in admiration to her changed form. He could come to understand her reasons; she was a daemon that fed off of lustful energy. Attractiveness, along with such a vulnerable appearance, would lure men to her.
Truthfully, her question baffled him. "Human fassscinating breed," he hissed softly. "My Daemon breed have no shape. Must find own form to hold." He fanned his hand dismissively. "Don't like being shadow creature all time."
He took a cautious step forward, eyeing her carefully with his exotic gaze. He stooped low to the ground, crouching at that small stream he had been to before. He rested his fingertips over the skin of the water again, feeling it tremble fearfully beneath his fingers, beneath his power.
He gestured to her with a point of a finger. "Why you choose human? Many other beautiful creatures; why human?" He plunged his hand into the shallow waters, cupping his hand into a bowl and bringing it to his lips. The sound of the water leaking between Peter's fingers and hitting the stream below was as if the waters were crying out in pain. He swallowed silently, basking in the cool of the liquid down his throat, expanding into his limbs. He shuddered involuntarily, reminding him of waters far beyond the size of such a small brook. He pictured the tumble of a waterfall, misting in large clouds at the base of a pool. He pictured those waters all too well, all too close. So close he could nearly touch them.
With a sigh to relieve some of the pent-up strain in his body, Peter ran his fingers through his sleek black hair, smoothing it back, even though it didn't need to be. He tore his gaze from the small stream at his feet and lifted it instead to the odd woman before him.
|
|
|
Post by Rose~Thorn on Jun 29, 2011 13:29:06 GMT -5
Chastisity just lifted her pale shoulders slightly, then let them drop. "My job. It requires me to seduce. Most creatures prefer to see the body of a beautiful woman than something like a panther. And resembling a mortal makes my job activities easier." she said, although she didn't have much of an answer. She could easily switch to a mortal each time her work required it. For whatever reason, she simply preferred the weak look of the humans.
Chastisity stood and walked closer to the stream and Peter. She leaned back against a tree, not bothering to turn her head down to look at him as she bluntly stated, "You aren't very exciting are you?"
He was definitely odd. Some strange shadow daemon that barely spoke English, was way too interested in pathetic mortals, and didn't seem nearly as hostile and edgy as most daemons. He was also very irritating. Chastisity hated that he was so calm and...boring. Usually daemons hated the Succubi and Incubi, due to them having it so easy and being very heartless in their killings and thievery. She'd never met one of his kind before, but she had figured they'd hate her kind just as much as everyone else.
"Why is it that I've never seen your kind? Due to your lack of English, I'm guessing you guys don't hang around humans much. Or civilization." she said, feeling the need to ask. He may be boring, but his breed sounded quite interesting. As she asked, upon some childish impulse, she poked his shoulder with one finger.
|
|
|
Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jun 29, 2011 14:05:55 GMT -5
Peter mainly ignored her comments about being dull by nature. He merely watched her come closer to him, watching how her legs moved when she stepped, her one hip would rise higher than the other, then opposite.
His instinct was immediately to grab her finger as soon as it touched him. Fear burned in his chest. His eyes widened as he felt her flesh, and he clenched his fist until he could hear a very audible snap, flicking his wrist so suddenly that her finger broke free from its socket. He gave a hard pull that ripped her skin open, tossing the extremity away from him with a very loud hiss. He stood to his full height, morphing into a larger shadow creature than before, baring long black fangs in a feral hiss.
Taking a few steps back, he changed back into his human form. He felt his knees tremble with adrenaline that rapidly left him, depleting him back into his previous self. Blank, dull, "non-exciting."
"No touch," he told her. He made an X with his index fingers and held it out, a repent symbol. "No touch."
|
|
|
Post by Rose~Thorn on Jun 29, 2011 14:24:19 GMT -5
Chastisity barely felt the pain of her finger being torn off, only a fierce anger. She watched her finger for a moment, waiting for the blood before remembering who and what she was. She narrowed her eyes slightly -- almost noticeably -- and watched a new, slender extremity grow to replace it. Then she turned her angered gaze on the idiot who dared to rip her finger off.
"How dare you, you filthy animal?" she hissed at him slowly and deliberately, over-enunciating each word so the dumbass could understand her. She didn't notice, but her body instinctively turned into the sleek-furred, black body of a panther. She crouched low, green eyes narrowed as she eyed him with the only thought in her mind being "prey". Her voice was that of the big cat's and each thing she said was a snarl. Slowly, she circled him.
[Translation of the snarls and growls and hisses she makes instead.] "I actually bothered to talk to a mutt like you! she hissed at him. "I was nicer than normal, I didn't attack you, and I didn't tell you how stupid you are. Then you go and rip my damn finger off? I should rip your head off. No, I should rip each of your limbs off your body. Know who I work for? Satan! I could easily get permission to annihilate you. Feed off your energy, leave you a quivering mass of shadow. But I'm not as mean as you happen to be, asshole. I'll just calm down and walk away. You are so not worth my time, and I have work to do anyway.""
As Chastisity turned her back on him and her anger began to dissipate, she realized she had shifted. She quickly changed back and faced him again, arms crossed in front of her breasts.
"Don't mess with us Succubi. We kill daily. Even some of our own kind. I'll gladly kill you, too." she said, her face now expressionless and her voice low in warning.
|
|
|
Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jun 29, 2011 14:52:17 GMT -5
Peter watched her rant, staring down at the hissing panther before him. He wasn't impressed. Women were overly dramatic.
A small laugh that came from behind him made his heart sink. He knew that laugh. Too well. "My, my, Pet," a silky voice cooed. "Have you no manners for a lady?"
Peter's perfect posture changed. is shoulders slumped forward, his gaze fell to the ground at his feet. He sighed quietly, a soft apology to his fellow pack-mate.
The man stepped from the shadows and draped an arm across Peter's shoulders. His yellow eyes gleamed with mischief. His smile was warm, hinting with teeth that were pearly white. His chest was bare, and his pants hung low on his waist. Intricate tattoos wrapped lovingly around his body, over well-carved abs and firm biceps. He stood a few inches taller than Peter.
"You'll have to pardon my pet, here," he said sweetly to the succubus. "Young ones are so foolish when they meet a beautiful being, like yourself." He extended his hand to the young woman with a suggestive grin. "My name is Kojak."
Peter lowered his head a little further, almost shamefully. He reached up and tried to brush Kojak's hand from his shoulder, but the older Daemon gripped his shoulder viciously, and Peter winced when he felt his bone groaning under his power. His arm went numb for a second, trembling at his fingertips.
|
|
|
Post by Rose~Thorn on Jun 29, 2011 15:05:42 GMT -5
Chastisity blinked in surprise at the newcomer. He was definitely day-and-night with his pack-mate. He spoke fluent English, was firmly built, and was so...not boring. She definitely knew who she preferred, and was happy to note that not all of Peter's kind were like him. Some she would have to get to know better. Especially while she was on her well-deserved vacation.
She lifted one corner of her mouth as she gave him her hand. "It's nice to meet you...Kojak." she said. "My name is Castigo." she said, giving him the Latin translation of her name. She didn't quite trust him, yet she felt the need to let him know her real name, the one of which she greatly preferred.
Though she had a small, half-smile on her face, her eyes clearly stated he worries. Who are you and what are you doing here? they said, letting him know she didn't quite trust him.
|
|
|
Post by {Kraftmektig-Hauk} on Jun 29, 2011 15:18:13 GMT -5
Kojak politely kissed her hand and let her have it back. He could feel Peter tense under his arm, and he gave his shoulder another crushing squeeze."I was out looking for my pet," he told her, reading the question in her gaze. He brought Peter close to his chest and rubbed his shoulder roughly.
Peter whimpered quietly, bringing his hand to his shoulder and worming it under Kojak's hand. Kojak gave his hand a brutal squeeze, and Peter pulled away, letting his pack-mate touch his shoulder again.
"I had no idea he would e speaking with such a beautiful woman," Kojak purred. "Quite the catch for such a young daemon." He ran his eyes over her, undressing her with his gaze. She was a wondrous catch, possibly the catch of the day. Of the year, even.
|
|