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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #25 on: April 25, 2009, 09:18:47 AM »
Keshayla would have prefered it if Koning hadn't stepped forward: It would have been nice if, for once, her attacker simply shrugged and gave up and saw reason. Of course, if he did that now, then Keshayla's plan would be ruined, and by the click in her ear, she knew that the cameras were now focussed for Virginia's struggling view, not Kivan's. But he was still there; whispering in her ear, a balm, not a distraction, like background music. "Roughly twenty second intervals per, she's getting a fuzzy porno in between: I've got you sighted via satalight now, incase she somehow punches through; it's impossible for her to even locate the station I'm on." Is this one you own? She was tempted to ask, but Koning was moving closer, and instead of flexing and stepping to the side as was instinct, Keshayla remained mostly rooted against the wall.

The tapping came again in her ear; like ghostly fingers thumping against a morse code block, a few consecutive taps. It stopped as Kivan spoke up again. "Maybe you should just tell him the plan, Kesha. I doubt this ugly brute is going to think it's funny." She only smirked in reply, eyes never leaving the lion, and shook her head. If she told him, she didn't trust the man to make it look real. It was fool proof. She knew he wouldn't kill her; just sevearly maim, and if she needed help? She had Kivan.

But she wasn't going to stay in an attempt for him to knock himself out against the wall. He was big, but she didn't think he was that stupid. But she did finally spring, shooting straight up, high in the air as her body twisted in that graceful ease of practise, confidence and muscle memory. Easily she cleared Koning and his reach, twisting to keep from exposing her spine, always keeping him in sight as she perched against the wall with feet and dug her nails into the stone, muscles coiling like springs before launching her high again. She dropped to the ground several yards out in a controlled roll to break the momentum of her fall, twisting her wrist on her right hand to drop another stelleto. But she was smiling now, that crooked, sultry little promise that she was going to have her fun.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #26 on: April 25, 2009, 09:43:35 AM »
Koning's eyes watched her as he continued foward, closing the gap between them, waiting for her movment. He didn't figure she would make it that wasy. As he got close he reached back with on paw in a testing strike, sweepong uwards with a massive rake of his claws. He growled as she jumped over the blow, but wasn't suprised at all as she vaulted over him. His hands bit into the stone of the building, tearing chunks out of it as his tallons rended through the brickwork, sending a spray of chips and mortar as she flew over him. He cat's tail twitched as he shifted, useing his claws as an anchor just as she had. he didn't jump upwards though, just pushed his legs upwards, the thick muscle visably coiling under the furred skin of his body. His massive bicep pulling him closer to the wall in his hang time, only to have his legs plant against the wall.

The brick and mortar under his feet expoloded and spintered as he found purchase against the wall, proppeling him in the same direction that she had travelled. The massive pressure of the power needed to instantly change the momentum of his massive fram causing a sray pf fracture brickword to fountain up around him as he proppeled himself through the air towards where she had launcher herself to. His eyes caught her as she tumbled, picking up the extra glint of silver from another blade in her hands, but it didn't matter to him. Blade wounds would heal easy enough, and his blood was already leveling out to where it should have been before the wound to his kidney. As she stood upright once again, he reached out his claws, slashing towards her with all his strength and the carried momentum of his flight as he unleashed an earthshaking roar at her.

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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #27 on: April 25, 2009, 10:06:00 AM »
She could have done without the dramatics, the roar that would have scared lesser men, but Keshayla faught demons and dragons so many times before that it had very little effect. Perhaps an annoyed twinge in her sensitive ears, but other then that it was lost on her. It was a bold move, really. Keshayla depended heavily on her own theatrics of deception, creativity and luck, everything she did had a time and a reason for it. Koning's stroke was a sweeping X, meaning to trap her somewhere in the mark and tear her skin to bloody ribbons. But always light on her feet, Keshayla dropped back as he moved forward, feeling the power of the hit rush through the air above her; close, but close doesn't cut it.

She slid on her back; the leather jacket protected her from scrapes and cuts as she quickly passed through his legs once more; the stilletto in hand swiping to slash at the achilles tendon in his heel, before rolling quickly to the side; avoiding possible broken ribs that were only now finally mending.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
"Shit."

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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #28 on: April 25, 2009, 10:21:31 AM »
He would hav done it again, the elbow drop he had done before, just to teach her a lesson, but he figured one of the daggers would end up in his spine if he tried it. It was only a lucky step foward to push his body around on a sweeping circle that avoided the slash across his foot. The blade bit into his skin, but not as deep as she would have hoped, barely slicing through the thick, tough hide of his primal form. it did draw some blood though, but barely phased him as he spun to look at her sliding along the ground once again. He took a step foward, falling down onto all fours quickly and sweeping towards her like a cat would bat a mouse across the tile floor. She wanted to be on the ground, he'd play hockey with her. On all four feet, he was even more agile, able to change momentum instantly with a quick shift of his legs, and able to support himself with only two for a few seconds if needed. He loved the versatility of it. Inside his mind, he played with the thought of going into his full bestial form, but decided aginst it. He had more deteriy in this form then any other, so he was going to exploit that fact.

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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #29 on: April 25, 2009, 10:48:59 AM »
It would have been nice to have gone through deeper, but Keshayla wasn't going to complain. What was done was done, and now the damage couldn't be taken away, there was no going back. "Nice..." Kivan mused in her ear, catching the fight back in New York via satalight, watching at the large screen in their living room. She could hear him munching on something, and inwardly she sighed. Popcorn... He was enjoying himself. "How's it working?" Keshayla saw him coming, the massive paw larger than her head pulled back to rip through the air, with every intention to claim her. She allowed it to bite through; rolling on her side to protect her vitals, feeling the claws rip through the protective layer of her new leather jacket and pierce the skin at her back and shoulder. She grunted with the pain; because really it hurt, his claws digging deep as they even bruised around the edges, but she had other means.

The knife struck out again; with his claws cutting into her skin, she had no better opportunity then what he now presented. This time it dug deep, a long slice running down the length of his forarm, piercing through the thick hide, puncturing the muscle but never reached bone. They were skilled cuts; even the shallow gash at his foot, a certain measure of power that never intended to be life threatening. Just... deep.

Keshayla kicked; hard, her foot against his forearm. She tore herself free of Koning with a spray of blood that didn't feel too good, and now that she was free of him and stumbling back, she felt the pain coursing through her body and didn't bother to hide the wince. "Kesha, that didn't look good." She muttered a reply, not caring if Koning heard it. "That didn't feel good, either." Then, speaking up a little louder so he knew she was directing her words towards the Leo, "What about you? How you feelin'?"

Keshayla had four blades at each wrist, and each blade had a different use than the other. The first was iron; a warning against any and all who might be inclined to try and fight her. Iron was useful, even against the Others, and her jab to Koning's Kidney was a warning. She wasn't going to play fair, this wasn't a game she even wanted to be in. He hadn't listened, and intended to proceed. So she took it to the next level; he invited it openly. The blade that pierced into his hide was also iron, but the wounds, oddly enough, were beinging to burn, ache, a dull throb that started to lick into the limbs with a nasiating wave that pulled at the guts and invited the release of sick. The body would increase in temperature, and over a fairly short amount of time, even a Lycan would find their head swimming. She knew, she tested the poison herself. Kivan made is specifically to effect shifters and vampires.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
"Shit."

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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #30 on: April 25, 2009, 12:12:37 PM »
He knew he should have just dissamred her. Gid he was being so stupid about this whole fight. Here he was underestimating her every tunr just becuase he thought he was stronger. He didn't go about using his head like she should. Like he usually did. He was blinded by his desire to just end this fightm one way or another, and get upstairs. It would have been preffered to have her 'dead' body slung over his shoulder when he got up there, ley her down on the floor, only to have her pop back up whenever he was close to Virginia. That was one way he was thinking about doing it. That would have been the ultimate plan for this whole thing. But it was his own fault for not voicing it. She wouldn't have gone with it anyway. There was no reason for her to. Just like there had been no reason for him to listen to her plan. It was hard to negotiate when both people were 'king' in their own right. Neither really wanted to listen to the other. And it had gotten him poisoned, by some mongrel mut who was having a fucking ball about it. He hated himself that very instant. His stupidity was going to cost him everything. But by the gods, he would take this welp with him before he went.

His motions weren't slugish, yet. He could feel the poison working it's way up his arm and up the back of his leg. He could feel it's pull trying to anchor him to the earth, the bile rising in his stomach, urging to release. but he fought it all down. If there was one thing he could do, it was fight it back, will himself over the sheer weight of the opposition against him. His eyes narrowed as he focused on her, growling as he rushed her once more as she lay on the ground. One massive paw came down staight onto her chest, knocking her back onto her back. It was a trigger though. He knew she would try to stab him again. This time, he anticipated for it, waiting for the dagger to push towards him once more but intercepting it with his oyther hand. He batted her hand backwards with his free hand. he knew there was another that would be headed towards him, but he could only take care of one at a time while the claws of his right hand sank deep into her chest, pinning her to the ground with his strength, one leg holding bother he legs still as he knelt down on themn. It couldn't have felt good. But what felt worse was his left hand. As he batted her hand away, he ran his claws down the length of her arm, shredding the jacket that tried, in vain, to protector, drawing sprays of blood as it ran along the entire length of her forearm, slicing straight through the hidden sheath for her blades set upon her wrist. With the follow through of the slash, the sheath would go flying off across the pavement that they lay ontop of. He held back the urge to sink his teeth onto her face, crushing her skull like he would have loved to at this moment. As much as he hated the fact that she had beat him, he knew it was his own fault. And he measured out his retribution adequetly.

In his final efforts befor ehe slipped away into the blackness, he raised his paw high into the air, meeting her in the eyes, even as his started to glaze over, The claws flexed, extending out slightly further as he readied to drive them through her skull, but even as he started to drive his hand downward, his body started to go limp and he slumped over onto his side, his vison looking to the woman still as his world faded to black...
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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #31 on: April 26, 2009, 08:11:46 PM »
It took several seconds for her to realise that she was looking up into the sky. That the white hot fire of pain had faded to color; pale blue of the afternoon in the desert, not a cloud in sight. She might have compared the color to something, or amused herself with the thought of being flat on her back, partially trapped under a drugged cat... but it wasn't until the moment that she realized she was awake, and thinking, that she became aware of Kivan speaking in her ear. The words still didn't reach her, because there was a spin to the sky, and the throb of pain rushing through her veins. "I'm fine..." She muttered, though she wasn't certain of it. What she should have said, was 'I'm confused'...

Grunting she lifted her hand and pressed it to her chest. Again the broken ribs... but her lung was in tack, and it only ached enough to cause her eyes to water. Or maybe that was her arm? Because the fucking brute was pinning it at an awkward angle beneath him, heavy as stone and unmoving. "This bastard weighs a ton." She grunted, shifting with a curse and tried kicking with her leg. "Fuck Kivan... I don't suppose you could help?"



It took time, but she managed. Keshayla always managed. With a short call and a few helping hands, Keshayla got Koning off to a room undiscovered, resting on the floor since he was too big for the bed. She made her way to Virginia and had little problem with putting an end to the woman; as she had promised the other guild. And from there, she could have simply turned around and left. But she wasn't heartless. Cruel, yes, and at the best of times she took pleasure from it. But she took his daughter to him, made sure that she was taken care of, had something to eat, and reassured that she was going to be fine. It was only then that Koning was allowed the antidote, and knowing that it wouldn't take long for it to work, Kesha gave Percia a peck on the cheek and slipped her her card... just in case she found herself in a particular possition that was less than savory. She stayed long enough for a game of Go-Fish, and when Koning began to stir, she took that as her cue to leave. "Keep safe, kid." She closed the door behind her when she left, wearing a hoody to cover the wounds on her body that she was going to need to see the Drow to heal, but felt rather satisfied in the end.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
"Shit."

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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #32 on: April 26, 2009, 09:21:23 PM »
Slowly, Koning came to the realization that he wasn't dead. The whole 'afterlife' he had been experiencing was nothing but the dreams of a comatose mind. And slowly, as the dream faded away, he realised that he could move his body, well partially at least. He was aware that he had shifted back to human form while he was out and the fact that his wounds had already healed themselves. Through the fog of his clearing minds he heard Pericia say 'Good Bye' to someone and a door shut. Koning turned slightly, noticing that he was covered only by a blanket on the floor of a room as he rolled over onto his back.

Slowly, his eyes opened and a groan escaped his chest. As he looked up to the ceiling, the face of his daughter entered his view. Instantly Koning's eyes went wide and he shot upwards, wrapping his arms around the little girl, nearly crying seeing the fact that she was safe," Oh my god, Baby girl. I am so glad your safe." Half of him expected it to be a dream, like any second she would vanish, he would wake up, and find himself still wounded and dazed in the parking lot of the convention center. But his other half turned out to be right. She stayed there, his arms wrapped around her as he listened to how some strange lady came up and saved her. She told of the entire fight betwen the guards, Virginian, and the strange lady, who Koning assumed as Keshayla. That fact was confirmed when the girl produced the card Kesha had handed to her. Koning looked it over for a second. Indeed, the scent that came off it was that of the woman he had been locked in battle with. The one who had poisoned him. But he didn't care. It had been a ruze to let her get close to the Virginia to finish her job. He was just glad the woman had been kind enough toi return the girl to him. And to not leave him laying in the parking lot, comatose. That was always a plus. After the story, Koning let himself regain full control of his body before he got up and started to get himself presentable once again so that he might try making up everything that had happened to the little girl. And he would need to contact Elexis to let her know what had happened.





It was three days later that Koning had to take Pericia to the airport. Elexis had demanded that he return the girl, by herself, to New Jersey. Fortunatly, Elexis knew what Koning was, and wasn'tt about to threaten him with stopping him from seing the girl. She knew it would end badly, expecially given the circumstances. Koning let Pericia keep the card that Keshayla had given her, but copied the number into his cell phone, for safe keeping. He would want to talk to her sooner or later. The woman had showed him just how poor of a fighter he was, and he wanted to see about doing something about it. But for now, he needed to get his daughter to her flight. They stood at the gate as the stuwardess announced the boardings for the flight. Koning sighed as he knelt down, giving the girl a huge hug and telling her good bye before the girl was shown to her seat by the stuwardess. Koning knew that, despite the fact that Elexis wouldn't say the fact, it would still be a long time befor ehe got to see the little girl again, at least in person. He hated having to watch his daughter grow up through photos. He wondered just what Elexis would do when she figured out that Pericia was a Leothrope as well. the girl was not old enough for her shifting to be a problem yet. It would be another year or two before he had to break it to the woman. That would be a fight in and of itself.

Koning slowly turned fro the gate as after the aircraft had lifted off from the runway and vanished out of sight in the sky, not even a small dot visable to his keen eyes. He sighed deeply as he turned and headed off down the concorse once again, heading towards the exit of the airport. His hummer was racking up parking fees by the minute and he needed to stop that before it got outrageous....

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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #33 on: April 27, 2009, 02:08:18 AM »
It's name was Vor; that's all she knew, and it was very little to work with. Shes never met Vor before, never heard his name mentioned, dealt with far to many who were capable of summoning such a beast that it was impossible to pin down, and wished she wasn't alone. Because no one like to be walking through the international airport, getting ready to head off on their next trip; then find themselves faced with a hideous creature that knows your name; your age, your blood type and anything else it might possibly need. It knew who her grandfather was, who her uncle was, and how her father, a god, hadn't passed on that certain legacy, (thankfully) to her. Of course, when Keshayla realised all of this information, she didn't come to find out through a subtle conversation, a banter of words or so much as a warning. It simply appeared, she stood dumbfounded, and she knew right after it implanted these facts in her head.

Vor wasn't a thing of emotion; it had a large, oval mouth that often remained gaping open; never used to express emotion of sounds. It was silent, and used telepathy to 'speak' which was a sensation of madness; a crushing weight on the mind that caused the unexpecting Lycan to stumble backwards on her moving walkway. And, just as quickly as it appeared, it attacked.

Brown normally had dozens of shades to discribe it. Copper, chocolate, mud... this was none of those. It was simply brown, plane, undistintive. Bipedal, standing nearly nine feet tall at the peak of it's neck; since the head, housed on a long neck, dropped almost as low as it's bloated belly. There were four arms ending in hands with fingers that were frightenly long that ended in tallons, a long tail that split into three at the ends, and horns that sloped outward from it's head like a water buffalo. And it moved quickly for it's shape and size, a blind bluff of brown that charged forward and screamed loudly inside her mind.

"Kivan!" It was a terrorfied cry, calling out his name as if he might come in and save the day. But the Drow was in her ear once more; a habit she was pleased to have, and as she turned to pivot, running as fast as the hall would allow, he spoke up in her ear. "What's going on?"

"I don't know! It just came after me!" She jumped off of the moving sidewalk, and onto the wide railing, which was no more than six inches across. Yet, like a cat, she had a keen balance as she ran full tilt without a waver, narrowly missing a swipe from it's massive paw. People were screaming, doing their best to avoid the massive beast, but it was clear that it had no interest on anything else but the Lycan. Another swipe, this one cut off Kivan's words as it struck her square in the back, causing her to shout out as she flew forward. Her body hit the end of the rail, tumbling off in a roll where she skid a few feet, bowling over several people who collapsed over her and provented a speedy pick up.

She cursed while some struggled and screamed, limbs locked tight as everyone struggled to detangle themselves, and the demon kept getting closer. "Kivan! I need an ex-" Again she was hit with it's fist; lifting her and a few of the others off of the ground in a sweeping motion, and it showed more agility then she could ever hope to possess; by plucking her right out of the air, and changed direction before she even blinked. But that was only a brief time, before it lifted her high off the ground, clutched in one hand, shifting it's body towards the right, and threw.

She hit the concrete, felt the stone crumble, felt it give as she was forced through and to the other side. Large bits rained down around her as she hit the ground with a sharp yelp, twisting and sliding against the ground before she came to a stop. Keshayla didn't move, resting on her side,hips twisted, dusted by the settling mason and stone still tinkering to the ground. Her auburn locks was covered with it, now looking gray. Blood streaked her face, black rivulets curved down her back where it's claws had seared her skin, and the only thing that moved at first was an uneasy rise and fall of her chest, before her eyes fluttered open, and the sleek clear ear piece dropped in pieces from her ear.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
"Shit."

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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #34 on: April 28, 2009, 07:18:52 PM »
You know those days that you could swear couldn't get any worse? It was already one of those days. Koning's depression was already setting in after having only been away from Pericia for not even an hour. He hated himself for what he had let happen to the girl. He hated himself for the fact that it would be so hard to see her again. He knew that many parents across the world had it just like he did. DDidn't make it any easier on him. Pericia was all he really had in the world right now. Elexis had made it abudantly clear that she wanted nothing to do with him after she found out what he was. He was still going to have a hard time breaking the news to the woman about their daughter. She would be devistated. And he didn't know what she would do either. Kick the girl out of the house, or deal with it. Koning might be able to get the girl taken in by the local pride. It would be easier since she was a girl. But he didn't know how much the Alpha would like the thought of a child that wasn't his growing up within the pride. Things often got tricky on such subjects. Maybe Koning could move to Jersey and start hiw own pride there for Pericia to grow up in.... maybe...

but all those thought came to an abrupt halt as a deafening crashing sound blasted through the walkway he was headed down, followed by a spray of concrete rubble that erupted as something came crashing through from the other side. Koning sheilded himself from the blast, turning his back to it. He cringed slightly as the larger chunks impacted into him, drawing blood fromthe gashes they created along his skin. Once the blast had faded away, Koning looked to the floor to see a woman lying there. As soon as he saw her, he recognized her. Even as she lay there, wounded and barely breathing he knew it was her. No matter what color her hair was, it was her face. He had memorised that face in their last encounter. He would never forget that face, either. Hell, he had been contemplating calling her to find out exactly what had happened and to thank her for bringing his daughter back to him. But now, she seemed to be in trouble... deep trouble. Trouble he never could have caused her in their fight. Koning looked towards the hole in the wall, his eyes widening as he saw the beast that was making it's way though towards Keshayla on the floor. The fact that the beast didn't make a single noise as it moved was eerie and unnerving, speaking volums about the creature in itself. This thing was a cold bblooded predator, out to kill and slaughter before you even knew it was there. But right now, it was too bent on the destruction of Kesha, that he doubted that it even registered that he was there. At least for now." Hooooooly fuck..."

Koning didn't even think about what he was going to do really. He knew the thing was locked in on Keshayla. For some reason he just knew it. Had he had to stop it, if only for a few seconds. Koning charged forwards at full speed, breaking instantly to a dead sprint towards the beast. His eyes summed it up in the second it took to close the distance. He could tell it was some kind of demonic creature. He could only assume that it was a full fledged demon. It was big, and more then likely heavy. It was incredibly strong to have put the woman through a concrete wall like it did, and it was agile. He could tell just by the way it moved, slinking though the air much like he would when on a true hunt in bestial form. But he picked up a weekness. It only had two legs. And it didn't spread them very far apart. it too long strides, but kept it's legs close together when walking. He would use that to his advantage.

Koning dipped his body at the last second as he charged forward, jinking left as he did so to avoid a sweeping blow with one of it's arms that, from the airflow that it created next to him, would have sent him across the concorse and probably outside onto the tarmak. That would have been a bad thing. But instead, Koning wrapped his arms around it's knees in mid stride, stopping all of the momentum of it's lower body and causing it to topple over head over feet as the massive brute of a man followed through.Koning turned wide and sprinted back towards the beast, hoping to get past it to Kehsayla once again. As he ran past the demon it lashed out once more. Koning tried to dodge, rolling to the side, but it was faster then he was and sliced it's talons across his side. He cried out in pain as the claws seared through his skin with a heat of the depths of hell laced into it's fingers. But Koning finished the roll, sliding to a halt next to Kesha, still laying on the floor.

Koning scooped her up into his arms, doing everything he could to try and block out the swords of pain that stabbed into his side as he picked her up and started running. There were too many people in the concorse, and he knew it would be a bad idea to stay in there, so he took an alternate route. Koning sprinted towards one of the large, glass windows that looked out over the tarmak of the airport to all the workers loading baggage and fueling aircraft. He  rushed straight towards it, jumoing at the last second and spinning in mid air so that his back crashed straight against it, shattering the glass as he flew out into the hot mid-day air. The two bodies tumbled through the air, but Koning kept Kesha close to his body as he manuvered himself, landing on his feet at the last second and continuing off at a sprint without ever missing a beat. He didn't even think about looking behind him as he ran as fast as his body could take him along the hot pavement of the airport. He needed to get them both away from this beast. If anything, he needed to make sure that Keshayla got away from this creature.

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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #35 on: April 28, 2009, 08:00:27 PM »
She would have been content enough to remain at her side as she was, as useful as a doorstop that occationally fluttered it's eyes and made soft, pathetic moans in an attempt to express the full bodied pain she was currently experiencing. She couldn't move, could hardly think or breathe, so the fact that Koning was there, or the fact that he was fighting Vor escaped her. But she knew that she was burning, that the three deep gouges that ran from shoulder to hip felt as if they were live flame eatting at her skin, and she couldn't even roll over to put herself out. As Koning launched forward and striked, causing the demon to shift and swipe, she heard it.

There was no voice, Vor didn't make sound, his being was made of nothing but venom, hate and dark wicked acts. It tore through her head like madness, peeling back the bones of her skull to peer inside, picking at her brain like a curious thing taking it's time with simple pleasures. She couldn't scream, but her body became riged as it used it's telepathy against her, speaking softly, slowly, whispering it's promise of claiming her swiftly. She grunted as her spine bowed against the floor, struggling to breathe through clentched teeth. Her fingers clawed into the stone, her breathing came in quick hard pants, and then a new pain came.

Just on the rise of her right cheek, under the band of her pants and beneath the gray boyshort panties, she felt a sharp stab that came from nothing around her. The pain took the breath from her, and the that invisible knife she felt began to burn like a redhot Iron, releasing a startled yelp that was quickly silenced before it could have ever really hoped to have begun. Vor left her mind, the sudden release of pressure snapped her hold of clarity, and abandoned her to the black that ate at her vision. Shortly after Koning came back for her, unconcious, unmoving save for the shallow rise and fall of her breathe.



Vor didn't follow. It watched through the settling dust as Koning snatched his prey and made their escape. It wasn't worried, Vor was patient, it was an ageless enity that learned from it's experience and remembers. With a flicker, like a stone being cast in a pond, Vor began to ripple and twist; before dissapearing.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #36 on: April 28, 2009, 09:02:14 PM »
Koning didn't even realise that it wasn't there. There was no sound from the creature, so he wouldn't have been able to hear it running after them, and he wasn't about to waist the time looking over his shoulder becuase that would just slow him down. Koning, still holding the limp form of the woman across his arms made his way across the tarmak, finding the best, shortest, fastest route back to where he had parked. he couldn't hope to outrun the thing forever, and his truck, while large, was fast enough once it got up to speed. he'd have to break a few laws to get the truck out with any kind of speed from the parking area that it was in, but he was strangly comfortable with that.

As they both reached the truck, Koning slumped the limp body against his chest, freeing up one hand to get his keys out and unlock the car, laying her in the back seat of the vehicle as gently as possible while staying at an incredibly brisk pace. After that, he hopped into the driver's seat and started the car up, the tries roaring as they spun against the pavement as he tore ass out of the lot and towards the freeway. He didn't even stop for the pay booths, instead, ducking into an unoccupied lane and simply smashing through the barrier that feebly tried to stop the vehicle. It was a steel barrier, but the massive bruch guard mounted to the front of the truck really didn't give a shit, and sent the damn thing packing as the truck slid sideways along the blacktop and headed for open road. Koning reached into his pocket, flipping it open once again and holding it to his head," Call Sanchez".

About a half hour later, Koning's truck pulled up into the back access parking lot of the Hard Rock Casino and Hotel, screeching to a halt in a vacant slot near a door that lead inside. Standing next to the door was an odd looking man. he was roughly 5'9", fairly skinny, with blonde spiked hair. It was easy to see that he was a businessman, but he was the oddest businessman that anyone could ever see. Like the devil as an accountant.



The man was leaning against the wall next to the door as Koning pulled upp, looking over the top of his sunglasses as the truck came to an abrupt stop. Koning hopped out, shaking the man's hand as he offered it," King, it's been a while since I've heard from you." He chuckled a little bit," Have to say, you have a bit of nerve calling me up after what happened and asking me this favor." Koning shook his head slowly," Hey, I told you, I never knew she was your wife. After all, she does seem too high class for you." They both chuckled a little bit once again before Koning moved back to the door to the back seat," And I swear it won't take long. You justhave the only place that I could ever think of that no one can get to... ever. It would take a modest size army to get into your vault, man. And I need a place that demon's can't even get to." Sanchez shook his head," I knew there would be a day when the fires of hell itself would be chasing your heels. But yeah, you can lay low down there. Just try not to take too much, will ya?" Koning laughed openly this time," Not more then a couple hundred... thousand..." For some reason, Sanchez didn't laugh. He knew that Koning was being serious. But the businessman couldn't even hide his suprise as the other Leothrope pulled the unconcious woman from the vehicle. Koning could tell by the scent that the man put off that he was turned on by her, even unconcious, form. Koning's eyes narrowed slightly," Back off, San. Not this one." The blond growled slightly but was drown out by the larger, bulkier Leo who bared his fangs to the man. The smaller Leo backed off, allowing Koning to pass by him towards the door and into the Casino.

A little while later and Koning laid Keshayla down on a single cot that had been set up in the room. Well, it wasn't really a room, it was a casino vault. It was a massive vault, several hundred feet underground and contained in several dozzen feet of concrete and steel, guarded by a small army of private security forces that would make Blackwater seem like kids with airsoft guns. And the casino was full of thousands of people, so it would be impossible to track their scent through the building. It was the most secure location that he could think of in almost the entire world. Koning lay Kesha down on the cot, looking her over for a second. She hadn't moved the entire time they were traveling. he was starting to worry. She had a pulse still and she was breathing, but she was still unconcious. Koning looked over her face carefully. His face showed the concern and worry that he felt. He owed a lot to this woman. More then he probably even realised. And he wanted to do whatever he could to make it up to her...

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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #37 on: April 28, 2009, 09:32:33 PM »
It was a long while until Keshayla moved, even after being settled on the cot. The scorching at her back wasn't healing, though it clotted a long while ago and only a trickle of blood oozed out at the edges which were deeper than the rest. Her shirt stuck to her back; a bloody ruin that would have to be burned at some point or at the very least tossed. Occationally muscles twitched, along her back, in her fingers, but they were simply muscles spasms, and not signs of a waking body. Blissfully she wasn't aware of the demon's taint coursing through her body from the wounds, that cold fire that worked it's way into every crevice.

But she didn't stay out forever. The black laces of her eyes fluttered, giving glimpses of hunter green which were blurry and unfoccused as they began to flicker and shift. A long, slow groan trickled out of her throat, and slowly it all registered as her fingers clentched into the sheet of the cot. Very suddenly she was she was off the cot, causing the metal frame to bang harshly against the ground, clattering as it slid to smash into the furthest wall. Ideally she would have been standing, poised and ready for a fight. Reality had her stumbling backwards, before tripping over her own feet and smashing into stacked buckets that were used for coins, now empty. They spilled across the floor, burrying the Lycan under neath, who was still struggling against an advisary that wasn't there.

With her back against the wall she cried out sharply, eyes flashing wide open as she remembered her wounds, the pain, and noticed Koning, all at once. She was confused, obviously frightened, and then instantly her gaurd went up as she folded and fell to her stomach, gasping and fighting to push back up to her knees. "Wh-Where...?"
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #38 on: April 28, 2009, 09:42:48 PM »
The sound of the cot being shoved across the room brought Koning out of the little trance he had been in, on his feet only a fraction of a second after the stunned woman was up and stumblin about. Koning moved over to her, trying to get a chance to stabalize her and keep her from falling over, but before he could she toppled backwards into the buckets, causing an eruption of empty plastic buckets across the room. All Koning could do was to say 'Whao.. whao'' repeatedly, trying to get her to calm down, his voice soothing and calm. As she hit her back he winced, imagining how much it hurt. But he fell down to his knees next to her, reaching out to help her once again. His hands stayed clear of her back, but moved carefully to her shoulders," It's ok. It's ok. You're safe for now. I got you somewhere at least a little bit safe for now. Calm down. I'm not here to hurt you. we're in the vault of the Hard Rock Casino. It can't get to us here. I wouldn't even be able to fit in the elevator shaft to get down here, let alone the hallway that leads into the vault. And besides that, if it was able to, there is a ladder that goes up. Shaft isn't but two and a half feet wide. I barely fit through it. We can get out that way. Now calm down Kehsayla. Your alright for now. We need to find a way to get those wounds healing.." He helped to raise her up onto her knees, looking over her face once again," Please, I want to help you."

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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #39 on: April 28, 2009, 10:03:57 PM »
Keshayla wasn't paying attention to what Koning said, her eyes were wide, scanning the room that felt more like a prison than an actual safe haven. She used him as a brace when she realized she couldn't back away, and kept looking in all directions sharply as if Vor might be there. She couldn't remember feeling fear like this, not in a long time. Her heart was racing, fluttering like a sparrow, trying to escape through her throat, but the broken words kept shoving it down. "No..N-No..no!" She flinched as he touched her, and then very suddenly went stiff. She was starting to calm down, realize that he wasn't in the room, but it wasn't easy, not when you couldn't hear or smell the thing that was created from her own nightmares.

It was only then that she realized that she was crying. The tears were few but thick, trailing down her cheeks when they escaped her thick lashes and splattered on her shirt or his arm. Clarity surfaced, the pupils of her eyes began to shift to a more natural shape and size, and instinctively she lifted a hand to the ear that Kivan's voice normally flickered to. Her ear piece was gone... though she suspected the fall, not Koning, to be responsible. "How... did you find me?" She whispered, almost afraid that the sound of her voice would give her away. Was she back in Nevada? No... no she couldn't be. How long was she out? With a wince she bit her lower lip, her breath shuddering in her throat as the pain from her back flaired once more. "O-Oh... god!"
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #40 on: April 28, 2009, 10:43:10 PM »
Koning was taking it easy right now, calm and confident, smooth and mellow. He needed to be to try to help her calm down as well. He didn't want to think of how much those wounds hurt on her back. And the last thing she knew before she went out was that she was being stalked by some massive creature that was anything that a predator would hate. The thing was impossible to detect unless you were able to get eyes-on before it attacked you. And if it didn't want you to see it, you wouldn't until it was ripping you to shreds. It was a predators night mare and he knew it just as much as she did. He had only been able to get a lucky shot in on the thing that had allowed them to get away. Thankfully it hadn't followed them at all, at least that he knew of.But now they were safe, at least a little more safe for now. The thing would have a hard time getting into the vault after them, hesure as hell hoped so anyway.

He reached up slowly once more, gently wipping the tears from her face with his thumb, his eyes wandering over her face one again, the worry stil etched across his features," You kinda landed infront of me, actually. It put you through a wall and you landed nearly at my feet. I was only able to slow it down long enough for me to get you out of there. I took you to the most secure location I could think of." he grinned slightly," It's nothing fancy, but it will keep you safe for now. at least long enough to try and come up with a plan against that thing." He sighed once more witth her realization about the wounds," Yeah, fucking thing got you pretty good. Not healing right either. We need to find a way to fix that before they get any worse. I don't have much knowledge about demons, truth be told, but I'm decent with treating wounds."

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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #41 on: April 28, 2009, 10:55:14 PM »
She jerked backwards as he brushed her cheeks with his thumb; again it was instinct, nothing personal, though she was frowning at his sudden interest of care. The last time she and he were talking, he was was trying to kill her. Her arm was still rendered, Kivan's stitches from the Leo's attack were still in place, and would disolve in a few days. Again she realised how small she was in comparrison. He stood at least a foot taller than her and it reflected even when he was sitting. That frown tugged deeper, and she slid her eyes away from the Leo so she could take a better look around the room. They were in a safe... but she still didn't feel secure, even with her back against the wall.

Another wince, and she pushed away from the wall, feeling her shirt and skin stick as the blood began to flow again. "Christ..." she muttered, not having to see the blood smeared against the wall to know that it was there. That had been her favorite shirt... But she nodded, signalling to Koning that she was okay to stand; but she was going to need help. There was no way she could do it on her own. "Do you have an Iron blade? You might need to cut them clean." She wasn't looking forward to that... that was going to hurt.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #42 on: April 28, 2009, 11:14:06 PM »
Koning only grinned at her disgruntled and confused look as she pulled away from him, shaking his head slowy He was an odd creature, to be sure. But she had done a lot for him, even after he had been trying to kill her. It was more kindness then anyone had shown him in quite some time. Hell even Sanchez was only doing this because he knew Koning would tear him to shreds if he said no. And it would give the smaller Leo a favor to call upon later whenever he needed it. So to have someone take care of Pericia for him, even if she had poisoned him, meant something to him. Even if it was and odd reason for it. He really couldn't help it. He would jsut have to lay off for now. Especailyl while she was recovering from something like she had been through. So, instead, as she nodded to stand, Koning, effortlessly, helped her to her feet once more as he reached back behind his back, pulling out his KBAR. He had slipped it on while driving, in case he needed it for some reason. He didn't know what things might work against the demon if it found them again, but anything would help, at least a little. he wondered how much firearms would help against a creature like that.

But he to her back once more as she stood, looking over the wounds on her back once more. He looked down to his side, remembering the wounds that he had on his body as well. He had been too caught up in fleeing and making sure that Kesha was alright he had all but forgotten about them bocking out the stining burn that lingered through the skin of his side. He chuckled a little bit, shaking his head," Fuck..." He sighed a little," You show me yours and I'll show you mine." He chuckled a little, lifting up his arm to show the wounds along his side," Think you could return the favor if I take care of you?"

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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #43 on: April 28, 2009, 11:27:15 PM »
Great... They weren't doing very well, were they? She winced as she saw the suddenly exposed tears at his side, but nodded to signal that she would do what she could. It wasn't going to be pleasant... but at least it would give them time to occupy themselves until they could think of...something. With nothing to go on. Standing now she wobbled a little, feeling the nausia rise in her guts again, though it didn't seem to stem from the rips at her back. Toxin? Looking at Koning, she could tell that he wasn't having these effects, so decided to ignore them for now. Maybe it was nothing... just her head playing games.

Her hands looked small as it gripped his forearm, an attempt to keep steady with wobbling knees. "Right, just... cut the shirt off. I don't think I can lift my arms..." Or move her shoulders much either, how pathetic was she? Sitting down was going to be needed. Lying down would be better, and with a grunt she sucked in another uneven breath while curling her fingers into his arm. "I hate to be a pain... but I'm going to need help." She hated asking for help, more than he could possibly understand, but until she got these wounds treated, she feared that this was only going to get worse; then that... Vor, wouldn't have to hunt her down, she'd simply waste away.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #44 on: April 29, 2009, 12:07:22 AM »
Koning nodded to her," I understand." She really didn't have to say anything elseHe slipped his fingers under her hand guiding her hand over to one of the the large carts of multicolored chips that were used through-out the casino floor, letting her steady herself against it while he went over and got the cot again, carrying it back over to her. He took a second to look over the wounds better as she stood there, being forced to gently pull back the waist of her jeans to get a better look at the lewer extremes of the lacerations," I know this is going to suck, but I'm going to have to slip your pants off. Two of these buggers go all the way down the small of your back. You're damn lucky the thing didn't get your spine, really. But To get to them, I'm gonna heave to remove the pants too." He moved back to her font, getting her approval before he knelt down, taking off her shoes carefully so not to upset her balance before he unbuttoned her pants and slowly stared to slide them down her body, the faintest traces of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips for a second. He wouldn't deny the fact that 'getting her pants off' was something that he had thought about more then a few times. But not quite like this. The Irony was so blatent it was like a slap in the face.

 Once she had slipped of the of the pants, he took her hands once more, letting her sit back down onto the simple metal cot as slowly as she needed and then letting her move into a laying position on the blankets of the cot. He knew Sanchez didn't care about the, They were just blankets like those from the penthouse suites. He replaced them frequently anyway, so it didn't matter if they got stained with blood. Koning sighed as he leaned down close to her, kneeling down on one knee beside her. As he cut away the fabric of the shirt, it was easy to see taht he was skilled with a blade. Not quite to her level, but still damn good, and it was a matter of moments before most of the shirt was in ribbons on the floor. He sighed slightly, reaching up and unclasping the strap of her bra as well, letting the two halfs fall to her side. He was able to save most of her panties, only having to cut out a small section to get propper access to the entire length of the lacerations.

Before he started, he looked around for a second, reaching over and grabbing a small stack of one hundred dolalr bills, handing it to her," Bit down on this if you need." After that, he started into the work. Even with the large knife in his hands, he had the skill of a surgeon, deftly running it along the very edges of the wounds, just deep enough to get all the seared flesh out and expose the good healthy flesh under it, but not a millimeter deeper as he worked down her body. he only wished that he had a way of wipin gthe blood off without the risk of spreading any bacteria of disease that might be lingering on the surface of the wounds. He wasn't that good of a medic, he just knew how to use a knife. But it didn't take too long either way before all the dead flesh was flayed away and on the floor, leaving the healthy tissue to start knitting itself back together like it should have been doing the entire time already. He took a second to reclasp her bra once again before he finished," Arlight. That should take care of it." he said, looking over her back once again to double check his work," got it all. Fell any better now that it's healing?"

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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #45 on: April 29, 2009, 12:25:48 AM »
She didn't care about the clothes. She wasn't self conscious, and being a Lycan often had her naked infront of strangers. She didn't shrink away or attempt to cover herself as he pulled her jeans off, or even protested as the bra was unfastened. There was a level of trust going into this that she didn't like to give a stranger, but what option did she have? And as for the money? She flicked it off the cot to drop on the ground. She didn't need it, she's gone through worse with less, and her tollerance for pain was incredibly high; which might have been a hint to just how much she was experiencing now.

But instead of hurting worse with the slice of the blade.... she sighed. It still hurt, but gods, the pain was better than that of the wound, which brought a relief and something more bareable to handel. Occationally a muscle twitched, her fingers would clench or her breathing would inhale sharply, but they were few and far between. And it was working; the moment the marred skin was cut away her healing went into overdrive. She felt the itch of reknitting skin, the tickling sensation deep inside as muscle and sinew snaked together and joined again, or ligaments being restored. And she did feel better; but the nausia surfaced, and for a moment she thought she was going to vomit. Her skin flared hot, her body shuddered, and then it reseaded, drifting away to an uncomfortable simmer that was a little more bareable. "Y-Yeah..." She muttered, truthfully. She cracked her back as she rolled her shoulders, shifting and testing herself before sitting up on her own. Better, but still... off. She nodded for him to sit, offering out her hand for the knife.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #46 on: April 29, 2009, 12:40:10 AM »
After their last encounter, he knew it wouldn't phase her. And he felt stupid for offering her the 'bullet' to bite on. Shaking his head as the stack of bills hit the floor. But he was glad to see her reacting well even before he was done, smiling a little more as she sat up easily on her own and wordlessly asking for the knife. Koning grined mischeviously for a moment," I don't know. We saw what happened last time you had a knife near me. But then again, I was being extorted into trying to kill you, so it was my fault really."

He sightly as he shook his head, still grinning. moving to sit on the cot and taking a moment to pull the shirt off his body, not caring that it pulled the fabric from the clotted and seared edges of the fabric, bringing forth a little more blood from the wounds as he tossed the shirt across the vault. He rasied his arm aover his head, wrapping his fingers around the far side of his neck to keep his arm in place as he handed her the knife and nodded for her to get started. He licked his lips sightly, expecting the cutting of the wound to hurt more then it was already, but that was probably becuase his nerves had had a chance to adapt to the pain, to accept the pain, numbing to the point of dulling it to a dull, warm, throbbing. The stab of the knife would be something different. it would send a few lances of pain pusling through his side, but his nerves would adapt to it quickly enough. Koning watched her though, leaning his head foward to watch her as she worked in her removal of the tourched flesh from his body.


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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #47 on: April 29, 2009, 12:56:06 AM »
Keshayla was cursed with curiosity. Her brows furrowed as she slid off the edge of the cot to kneel beside him, knife in hand, eyeing the wound to study it before she cut. She hadn't been able to see her own, and now that she could see it, it was far more interesting. Putrid... but interesting. The ksin looked gray in spots, as if it were dying, and the black char that had once been living flesh smelled horrid. But it gave her a better idea with what she was facing. Only then did she expertly twirl the blade, adjusting it in hand as she wiped her blood off on the sheets, until clean.

The tip pressed against his skin, cleanly and smoothly piercing through and drug along the length of the cut towards the back, tracing all the way around without ever pulling the blade from his skin. Piece by piece she worked, watching his skin turn red as blood returned to the surface. Veins stretched out, snaking and twisting to join together, skin knitted, and that familiar itch began for him again. Quickly she worked, even with an unsteady hand. She knew how to use knives, she knew how to cut and make each cut count, and with the consintration in her eyes, once more that sharp intelligence began to rain through. She was learning, she was calculating and retaining what was happening and what she was learning.

The knife clattered from her hand when she was done, clanging to the ground in a weak impression of the cot when she had clattered off of it after waking. Another wave washed through her, but she distracted herself by standing, eyes closed, and reached for her pants. "Talk." It was more of an order than a plea. "What are you doing? Why did you help me?" The wave washed through her and then retreated, allowing the Lycan to crack open her eyes and blink, attempting to focuss again. She was frowning once more, shaking her head to clear her thoughts.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?"
"Not one bit. But it's okay, I'm like every landlord in the nation. I've Googled directions."
"Shit."

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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #48 on: April 29, 2009, 01:29:33 AM »
Koning watched with a keen desire to see jst how good she was with the knife. He had seen a bit when he was fighting her, but he had made himself too easy of a target to guage her real skill with the blade. Watching her work gave him a little more of an inkling of her skills with the weapon. And it only ended with him even more impressed. He hadn't winced in pain, cringed or contracted his muscles at all durring her work on him. His wounds were smaller the hers, yes. But once his nerves felt the pain for a few seconds they just bloted it out like any other pain he felt, changing it to a dull throb to remind him that it was there, even as he watched. The itch did come back though, the slight tingling along his skin that felt like tiny creepy crawlies wandering over the skin. He chuckled slightly at the sensation as it faintly tickled him. But stopped himself and cracked his neck once more as if nothing had happened.

Once the blade fell from her hands he reached down and grabbed it once more, wipping it clean on the blanket again before sliding it back into the scabar that ran up the small of his back, leaving the handle pointed downward. He flexed his arm once more, a motion seeming like he was doing the chicken dace, checking to make sure it was all knitting back appropriately. he had fought this creature one time that left wounds that, while still heailing quickly, healed wrong. The muscles didn't knit right and the skin was callaced and warped. A few wounds were fine, but when it started getting his arms and legs they stopped working propperly, so that was whenshit got complicated. But that was a story for a different time. Right now, he smiled at her question, standing once more as he looked around the room once again," What am I doing? I'm trying to keep some big, nasty, freakish, goliath of a demon from finding us. At least for a while anyway. Give us a chance to put our heads together to possibly come up with a plan for stopping this fucking thing. As for why I'm helping you... Because of what you did for me. First off, you didn't just kill me like anyone else would have. Second, you got Pericia back for me. Third, you watched her while I was out cold on the floor. By my standards, I owe you big time, like it or not. So, when you made a new door in a concrete wall in the airport, I figured it was the least I could do to help keep that beast off your back for a while. Give you a chance to recooperate and get back on your feet. So I brought us here, to try and get some time to figure things out."

He would have to get Sanchez to bring some clothes down here in a minute. She seemed fine enough with prancing around without clothes, but he was easily becoming distracted by the fluid motions of her body. No matter how much danger they were in, he was a man who had been deprived for a while. So he really couldn't help himself. And as... breathtaking as the view was, even as the wounds finished patching themselves together and the stitches that held togther the wounds that he had given her before, another slap in the face to him as a reminder of why he owed like he did. But still, he leaned back against one of the money carts, crosshing his arms over his chest, watching her as she moved around the vault once again.

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Re: The Webs We Weave...{Mature}
« Reply #49 on: April 29, 2009, 10:36:00 AM »
Keshayla liked nice things... even if her life, her work, her everything often caused nice things to break. It wasn't because she was spoiled: Keshayla could get anything she wanted, money was never an issue, and having her father, her grandfather and uncle be gods... well... Keshayla had power, too. But she didn't exploit it. She didn't buy herself lavish things simply to own them. Her outfits were average; jeans, t-shirts, nothing flashy of fancy. Until you took off the clothes.

The bra was hunter green, a shade almost exact to her eyes, but they were a color often changing that it would be impossible to pin perfectly. The lace was soft, with black mesh underneath to hide the skin. The panties matched; boyshort in style, which were her favorite, though lacking in the mesh to show that her skin was naturally a warm honey. Where he had snipped away to get at the wounds the hint of a mark could be seen, rising ontop of her right cheek like some twisted, tribal mark. It worked with all the others on her body, meaning things only she knew, allowing those to witness them simply to guess. And he was right; she was fine with how she was dressed, but even so she snatched up her jeans, and stepped into them.

But she didn't like his answer. What was this 'we' stuff? Just because he saved her life, he expected them to be partners? She only had one partner, and that was a Drow who was probably shitting himself with worry. "I need a phone..." She still wasn't thinking clearly, the nausia's occational flair cluttering her mind in confussion before it faded away. The jeans were up, on, but left open at the fly, only staying on with the way they hugged her hips, even as she turned to watch Koning lean there, arms crossed at his chest. "I hate kids." She said suddenly. "The only reason I bothered to help your daughter was because she was a loose end, a frayed string that so happened to be long enough to stitch back into place, rather than snapped off at the end. Don't read too much into it." She turned away, her eyes scanning the room again, narrowing as they searched for only he could guess. She didn't feel secure... she wanted Kivan in her ear again, to hear his voice... A hand lifted to the back of her neck where his glyph was set, hidden behind the slight curly wave of her auburn hair. The glyph was warm, but she wasn't able to send out a link to him, not here, not yet... She turned again, almost pacing, feeling trapped, at a dissadvantage, and she hated it.

((The mark: http://arieous.deviantart.com/art/Demon-Mark-52064293 ))
« Last Edit: April 29, 2009, 10:37:16 AM by Hawkeye »
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