Re: Welcome to the Jungle(Arabella/Yaksha)

Tue Jan 03, 2017 12:33 pm

"If I allowed myself to succumb to idle threats, I wouldn't be myself."

He once more began to move his hand forward, heedless of the blade; his movements were slow, cautious, but it was clear he didn't intend to stop just because she was growing irate, or uncomfortable. His eyes met hers, a warm and gentle shade of green that brought to mind freshly cut grass. He didn't rush, he didn't show any sign of fear or concern. He simply reached towards her cheek, clearly trying to cradle it. He was silent for nearly a full ten seconds, before he finally spoke.

"I never once mentioned anything as ridiculous as race, Arabella. Or species, if that word offends you either. You're a terror of the night, that sustains itself on blood. So what? Do you think you're the only creature left alive that feels temptation? That has to fight off urges that, if they were followed, may lead to self-destruction? Do you honestly think because your family was slaughtered, you're doomed to be alone for all eternity? You wander without a purpose, for -survival-. Ridiculous."

Yaksha stared at Arabella, his gaze simply sliding over her. The barely-restrained violence was still so obvious there, but she was hiding it behind that damned mask of apathy. That was why Yaksha couldn't just drop this, or move along; he could see that she was trying to shut him out, and he'd be damned if he'd let her freeze over her heart just to spite him. Or worse yet, out of fear that he'd actually manage to make her feel something. He glanced around the area, once more drinking in the exquisite, incredible violence there; already Yaksha could feel his sense of self dwindling. Once more, it came. That blanketing fog that seemed to settle over his brain, shorting out the circuitry, leaving him unable to think. His eyes were clearly beginning to lose their focus, and this time when he spoke each word came out slowly, very nearly as a snarl; they were spat with such force, one could almost be led to believe he was dragging them from somewhere deep underground, or playing a vicious game of tug-of-war with someone else to get them through his lips and into the world.

"I want. To give you what you want. You came here. You want...something. So stop pretending you're too good for me."

Thu Jan 12, 2017 2:52 am

THE SUEKI SWORD

Arabella Gremory
ブラックキング

Song: UNKNOWN - Artist: UNKNOWN - Words: 1012

Irritating.

As the hollow before arabella spoke, the sueki began to feel the waves of apathy dissipating into irritation. It wasn’t like she had asked for this man to come unbidden into her life had she? Yet here he was, time in and time out, continuously knocking against the wall she had carefully erected around herself. The precariously maintained mask of apathy that had been, and still was her greatest refuge. It was a known comfort that she could retreat back upon if thing’s got out of hand, it was her own safe-haven, and she’d be damned if she allowed him to encroach upon that.

It was probably for this reason that the sword dug just a bit into the hollow’s torso before her, pricking the hard exterior of his body, this carapace of his probably would feel some pain from her blade pressing in with a minimal amount of pressure, yet this was the intention. The only thing that truly seemed to get through to this male was actions that triggered his self-preservation instinct. At this time her equally barbed words slid cooly from her mouth, that apathetic monotone voice crystal clear, and maintaining a slight edge of irritation.

”..Being alone is actually quite nice, i don’t have to listen to people yapping all day after all.”

A truth within a lie, she did miss company, but she most certainly preferred her quiet lifestyle that she currently had. If she could bring her race back she certainly would, however she would not stay with them, because she had grown accustomed to the gaping existence that was living as a singular entity, rather than being a part of a collective whole. Even now, as the male said that there was some reason for her coming here, a heavy sign of exasperation finally broke the deadlock expression on her face. She kneaded the bridge of her nose before she responded in a tone that suddenly seemed tired rather than irritated, angry, or disdainful, which had happened all at varying points in their encounter previously. Her voice was of a woman who was tired of this eternity that she bore and was blunt from it.

”. . . This is where you are wrong, i don’t seek anything. Yet, you seem to hold me to some expectation, some . . Hidden desire that seems to be festering in your heart. Since we both know this will continue unceasingly until either i decide to kill you, you somehow make me kill myself from irritation, or you leave. Lets just stop this game and get to the point, why does it matter to you. Why should you care about my actions, which in the eternity of what has probably been an extremely long and monotonous life for you, will eventually boil down to not even a blip on the roadmap of either of our lives? I am trying to see why you are trying to hard, but unfortunately, or fortunately i can’t peer into the minds of others. “

When she had finished what she wanted to say, she withdrew her blade and sheathed it, the facade of humanity beginning to traverse her features until she looked mundane once more. Then she sat cross-legged in the bone-white sand that bordered a slag of rock. Her expression was no longer neutral, it was merely tired. Because she simply didn’t want to put forth the effort to continue this farce of a game any longer.

Coding BY: [THEFROST]

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Thu Jan 12, 2017 1:05 pm

Yaksha's head was still reeling, the sense of a screen slotting into place growing even stronger. This bitch was wasting his time, and she didn't even understand! He began to slide his claws through the sand, his teeth gnashing over and over, his expression shifting through various alien gazes, none of which seemed to make any sense. He lifted his shoulders and dropped them, his neck thrashing left to right. It almost looked like he was in horrible pain, trying to get a splinter out from his skin, but the only possible thing that could've been causing him torment was his thoughts at that moment.

"Look. Carnage and misery, as far as the eye can see. The sands will be stained red for centuries to come. You will become a legend for this day. My kind will seek you out, to recruit you or destroy you or convert you. They will change you. I want...no such thing. I want to help you. You hide behind a mask of boredom. Apathy. Normalcy. But you're a monster, wandering alone because you seek neither acceptance nor subsistence. I'm offering you an alliance."

He reached up, his claw pressing to his mask; thick fragments broke off, like a crab's shell being punctured, and behind it a pair of long, thin teeth could be seen, hovering over his palm. His eyes met her, his expression no longer mad or anguished, no longer troubled. He simply stared at her, teeth pressing just over the alabaster flesh of his hand, waiting for some sign...any sign whatsoever. That the woman wasn't about to scoff and walk off once more.

"People have underestimated me countless times. It always ends to my benefit. What I offer you is not without value, Arabella. I can give you things you never even knew you wanted."

Sun Jan 15, 2017 12:46 pm

THE SUEKI SWORD

Arabella Gremory
ブラックキング

Song: UNKNOWN - Artist: UNKNOWN - Words: 1012

Arabella’s continence with this hollow was impressive, to say the least. She hadn’t killed the bloke yet, so now with her charcoal gaze watching the hollow that was on the ground before her, she found her breath leaving her lips in the form of a sigh. ”..I might as well hear him out” she thought, because their dance was an unproductive one. It hadn’t benefited him, and it certainly hadn’t benefited her.

”..What is it that you are proposing?”

Her tone was meticulously groomed, and didn’t give out the earlier air of neutrality, it instead was clipped, blunt and for a better way of explaining things; wary. She didn’t want to open up to other’s because it was easier to deal with things as a lone unit, only relying on herself; not depending on others. It’d be ludicrous to say she wasn’t at the very least, the tiniest bit intrigued that this hollow was still persisting in his endeavors. So she took the bait, her blade receding from it’s spot on the male.

She sheathed the sword and then stood there, her eyes still looking down on the hollow, taking in the half-formed face beneath the mask. Then her eyes flickered naturally to the scenery around her, the desolate landscape was deceptively quiet, like the calm before the storm. She didn’t like the sensation that was tingling down her spine one bit, thus for now as she waited for the reply, her thumb cracked her blade open an inch. Enough that it could be drawn near-instantly in a dicey situation, but not enough to release the heritage that flowed through it’s silver edge.

After this, she took at step back from the hollow; giving him room to either sit or stand. Her body remaining at the position she had stopped, her back straight; but slightly slouched. Her eyes still focused on the male before her while she seemed to be waiting for him to speak, to tell her what he wanted to speak about. Since he had tried for so long to get her attention, she was for now willing to hear him out.

After that her body remained upright, and her sword angled slightly across her torso, hearing some sounds coming from the east. Those onyx colored eyes of hers narrowing just enough to show half-moons, her stance widening marginally while her right hand gripped the blade firmly, ready to draw it at a moments notice if something came from the ground, or somehow dropped down from the air.

Despite this, her full attention was still on the hollow, because if she said she was going to listen to what he had to say? She was going to do so, then only after that would she deliberate and come to a final decision on this matter, laying everything to rest.

Coding BY: [THEFROST]

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Sun Jan 15, 2017 4:42 pm

The hollow moved with an almost dreamlike quality, circling around Arabella and letting his hand swipe through the air in tiny, odd spirals as he went. He examined the woman as well, moving around her in an odd little stutter-step that left him ever so slightly idling closer, without ever once giving off the impression of approaching. He spoke, his fingers digging into the palm of his hand as he did.

"There is nothing quite so atrocious, to the minds of mere men, as a cancer growing within. A malignant tumor, stealing resources from the rest of the world, and turning good, healthy cells into more cancer. The insidious nature of infiltration leaves mortals terrified beyond their wildest imaginations. And you, Arabella, are one of the most effective infiltrators I've seen to date. Had I not been so dogged, and so talented in my own manners, I never could have seen through your facade."

He squeezed, ever so slightly, and as he did blood began to well up from his hand, trickling down onto the sands. Immediately, the scent would've struck Arabella; the rich, irony tang of fresh blood, and so many other things. But the color was wrong. The viscosity, the thickness, the consistency...all of it was simply wrong. It was a faint, subtle wrongness, but nothing a predator could've overlooked once it was staring them in the face. It was something that would've raised the hackles in any lion, or eagle, or shark. It was a clear, effective message.

To eat Yaksha was death.

"I've always had a fondness for poisons. An affinity, you could even say. And I recently came into possession of one of the most effective, virulent poisons known to the world. They're still trying to eradicate it, and most who know how to make use of this poison are far less crafty and ancient than you or I. I can't guarantee you it won't hurt. Or even that it won't destroy you in the process. It may well be if you share of this poison with me, then you'll no longer be...as you are. I might even go so far as to say you'd no longer be the last of your kind."

He tilted his head once more, flicking his palm towards her; there were four perfect circles in his palm, still leaking blood. His face was opened in a gentle leer, but one could see the immense strain on his face. He was clearly at his wits' end, and trying his very hardest not to do something very reckless.

"You wouldn't need to ally yourself to my cause. You wouldn't need to join some shadowy cult. You wouldn't need to do anything but what you're already doing. All I want is a place in your little black book, Arabella. A little check and perhaps even a smiley face. All I want is to know that...when you look back on this moment, you'll recognize this opportunity for what it was. I want you to know that this is the first step towards having someone on your side."

Mon Oct 02, 2017 6:50 pm

THE SUEKI SWORD

Arabella Gremory
ブラックキング

Song: UNKNOWN - Artist: UNKNOWN - Words: 1012

Someone on my side? As the words left yaksha’s mouth, arabella couldn’t help but find them absolutely ludicrous. Why would she ever have someone to trust her, she who was nothing but an abomination? The guarded and apathetic expression upon her face flickered and for a moment amusement that was of a sick sort crept into the expression on her face; her lips curled up slightly.

Her keen nose twitched , and the predator that she was could feel it. The wrongness of this hollows blood, the subtle taint that stained him so completely. It was so repulsive that it made the blood-loving being wish simply to vomit. How could she ever love the blood of a being that was so disgusting? Her blade-like gaze flashed as she glanced up at the battered and broken being before her, her senses ranging to the lands around her for the moment.

The softest of sounds, the crackle of the air; all of it was within her keen senses. The blade inched slightly more from it’s sheath, and arabella’s expression remained in this non-plussed manner until her expression shifted and the grin turned into a frown. The audible click of her weapon could be heard as it closed once more, the metal guard of her katana clanking against the metal rest of her sheath. Her posture straightened in a prim and poised fashion, one smooth movement that brought her out of her shifted stance.

How long had she been running? How long had she been refusing to live?. The sueki looked at the hollow before her, she closed her eyes and vanished slowly as a glint of silver could be seen, her sword landing firmly against the earth, it’s blade sunk within the sands.

Arabella in this sudden movement was behind yaksha at speeds that would be hard for the male to comprehend. But he’d be able to feel the sifting of the air as arabella slowly inhaled, drawing in the scent of yaksha’s blood, so pungent and vile that it caused her nose to wrinkle. Only then did she mutter in a tone that was rather emotionless actually, having almost no inflection in her voice.

’..So disgusting.”

It was a sentiment that was coupled with the feeling of her fangs as they slowly sunk into yaksha’s flesh. Her eyes eventually sliding shut as she partook in the infected blood of this demon, a thin trail of putrid black sludge sliding down the side of her jaw and caressing the curve of her neck. Her raven black hair forming a curtain as she took gulp after gulp of the males blood, sating her own thirsts and desires with the blood of this being that had sought to find someone to be on his side.

As blood lust on within her, as the taint spread the price to yaksha would become apparent. He who wished for her to be free at last would feel the consequences of freeing her more than anyone. Her repressed bloodlust would surge to the surface, as she drained drop by drop the misery the power, all of it would be devoured by the girl before yaksha if he was to allow it. If he wished to truly gamble his life with death he might as well gamble it.

As for arabella, well as stubborn a lass as she was, she would not make any decision half-heartedly. She was tired of living this twilight life, tired of having the doubts the half-truths and restraints. So as she drank, she truly for the first time accepted the powers that she abhorred. The blood, the need and lust. All of it became amplified in this moment. Because she was ultimately what humans thought of as vampires. A being of twilight who would devour the blood of others, who would live off this neccisary evil until the day that she died.

She continued to drink. Her skin began to turn pale, this was the moment, that she truly accepted that she was a sueki, that humanity was something she should have forsaken a long time ago. Because she was something more than human, something different than humans. There was no point in her pretending to be a docile lamb when she was a ferocious tiger. So now as her lips left the side of yaksha’s neck, she raised a thumb to her mouth and wiped the blood off before she strode past yaksha and grasped her blade lightly.

She couldn’t help but ask in a neutral tone.

”Is your soul as repulsive as the blood that you carry?”

Coding BY: [THEFROST]

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Fri Oct 06, 2017 11:45 am

Had Yaksha honestly thought he stood a chance against a force such as this? Had he ever believed he was anything but a bug pinned to a corkboard, in her presence? He'd been perfectly aware of her strength, after seeing all of the countless hollows slaughtered, after looking upon the thirsty sands that were even now drinking up ichor with a greedy delight that would almost certainly turn the grains beneath their feet into clay. He had known she was strong, yes. He'd realized that his life hinged on being able to appeal to her inherent desire to hide herself from...herself.

But she was so damned fast. She could've lopped his head off before he'd even finished a thought, could've interrupted him mid-epiphany. How did he possibly think this gamble ever could've paid off for him? It was a longshot of unfathomable proportions. There had been no skill here, no talent that played any part whatsoever. This was luck, plain and simple. He'd been dealt a suitable hand, and had played it well...but he was still treading the razor's edge with every word out of his mouth. If he was going to do this again, he was going to need to get good at playing the odds. That much he knew for sure.

And then, thoughts simply...weren't. As Arabella sank her teeth into his broken form, there was something akin to radio static that ran through his head, painfully loud, incredibly clear. In it, he could hear countless murmuring, whispering voices. Millions or perhaps even billions of identities, of creatures, of...of -things-. All chuckling with a sort of clarity and certainty that was unsettling to hear. Yaksha was spontaneously reminded of the countless stories of parasites that could control the actions of their hosts, and felt a chill run through his body.

As Arabella drank, the radio static seemed to change tone, several times. He could hear a voice babbling, in countless languages. And then finally there were words, that could actually be made out. Words that seemed to roil through his mind and Arabella's both. Drinking blood was far more than an exchange of fluids, after all. There was an intimacy there, even before one tied in Yaksha's own tainted ichor. Was it that odd to imagine they would share a portion of themselves with each other? Even if this parasite -hadn't- been there, what sort of meeting of the minds would they have experienced, in a moment such as this? A creature that existed as a walking plurality, holding within him the infinite possibilities.

I am the Pirate Signal. Let me in.

Yaksha turned towards Arabella, still leaking blood, too weak to even lift himself off the ground, and allowed his eyes to widen. He seemed to stare at her with an intensity of focus that was downright unsettling, as he lazily ran a claw through the grains of sand around them.

"...I'm an acquired taste. In time, I'll merely become...distinctive. Keep your eyes open, and your nose close to the ground, Arabella. We've got a hell of a future ahead of us."