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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 13, 2014 11:33:32 GMT -7
Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. She knew she had offended him and yet she really didn't care. A slender brow arching as he gave her such a cold, curt response. She was not about to apologize, no matter how hard she may have been trying to act like the concerned, caring woman that most wanted her to be. She had done nothing wrong and she would not take the blame for such no matter how big or intimidating he may have thought himself to be. "Very well." She nodded, her own voice mimicking the cold response that he had given to her.
"It is strange. One would think when a person offers you assistance without so much as inquiring about your name, let alone how you came to the state you are in...that you would at least have the honor and decency not to offend." She shrugged, motioning to the path ahead as she once more began to move. She had made her offer and she would stick by it, but there was no part of her that held any doubt of what she would ask of her Father when she returned home. She wished for this man to be taken in and perhaps not in a way that he himself would agree upon. But then, she really didn't care what he wanted as it was her own needs and desires that mattered, not those of anyone else.
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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 13, 2014 11:12:01 GMT -7
Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. She would nod, allowing her head to drop just slightly once more as her fingers nervously toyed with a lock of hair that fell across her shoulder. She was not very keen on playing the innocent little woman card, but in a public setting such as this it served its purpose. "This is true. However, I feel that it is the true color of my hair which had always brought about much unwanted attention. Like this, people do not seek to harm me or to possess me quite as much." It was one of the few truths that she spoke. Ever since she could remember, people had either been fearful of her because of her hair and sought to kill her or they had revered her for it and attempted to in some way own her. It was not uncommon, to have silver or white hair, but there were those so steeped in faith and tradition that they would do anything to gain any sort of spiritual edge. Yet all those that had tried had fallen at her feet or those of her Father.
Her eyes once more shifting toward the man at the table, she would take a step forward in order to avoid being rude. She was conversing with him and so to continue doing so from a distance seemed rather crass...far outside of the image she was attempting to portray. "Yes, it is a shame. Though I do hope that they resolve their issues soon. I would very much hate to see the impatient resort to less savory means of entertainment." Actually, she would have loved it. She always enjoyed the men that got bored and thought they could grab and toy with any woman they chose. It gave her a thrill to watch them crumble before her. It gave her enjoyment to watch their pride deflate and their egos shatter. The sadistic demon inside purring with satisfaction as they realized they had attempted to force their touch upon a woman such as herself.
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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 13, 2014 11:00:54 GMT -7
Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. It was maddening almost, the amount of draw she felt for the man before her. There was a dark presence within him that called out to her own, that calmed her in a way that she had not even know before today was possible. For so long, so many dark thoughts had made a playground of her mind, never allowing her a moment's peace, never granted her a shred of serenity. Then, suddenly, he was here and those thoughts ebbed and found root within her mind, tamed by the very thing within him that made her certain her evil had just now truly begun.
Together, they would wreak havoc on the world around them. So many lives would fall beneath their feet and so many beautiful screams would fill the night sky thanks to their hands. It was practically orgasmic, the idea of this and the knowledge that it would soon come to pass. He was her's and though she had yet to even give him her name, there was no part of her, no matter how small, that did not latch onto the ideal of possessing him with a ferocity to be unrivaled by anything ever felt before.
Every kiss as hot and intense as the last, only growing in intensity as the realization of what this meant began to take root within them both. They were soul mates, a thing that just this morning she would have laughed at the very idea of. He was the part of her she had not know she was missing and each touch he delivered to her body was like electricity. She craved him, down to the very core of her being, and it was not long before the world outside of this moment ceased to exist and all that remained was the man in front of her and that crimson gaze that bore into her so intensely and with just as much desire and longing as she felt for him.
A soft, lustful moan erupting from her lips as his hands gripped the thin fabric of her wrap-around top, tearing it away and interrupting the stagnant silence of the forest...her back arching, hand upon his chest as nails dug into his flesh, drawing forth blood to only add to the blood she already had become painted in from their victim. Blue eyes, glazed over and yet still so full of intense, burning desire, met his own and spoke of the things she wished to do with him, for him to do to her, without so much as a word being spoken. Was this love? Perhaps the closest she had ever come, and yet they had only just met. It made so little sense, but in her mind it made all the sense in the world.
"Do you love me?" She panted, her hand being placed upon him and her fingers dipping lower...He had asked her a question and yet she withheld her answer in want of her own first. Did he? Did he feel this thing that she herself felt? Did he know that his heart could only ever truly beat for her? She needed to know, and even as her hand traveled lower, fingers testing his true desire for her...she found that it was not enough. She could not be close enough to him, could not be one enough with the man who she now, in her own way, laid herself bare and exposed to.
Her free arm moving about his neck, pulling herself forward and in the very next breath sinking her teeth into the tender flesh of his neck. His blood spilling over her tongue, she only bit down harder, leaving a mark upon his flesh that would last for as long as his physical form did. He was her's and now the mark would forever be upon his flesh for the world to know...as a constant reminder to him and any that ever dared think they could take him from her.
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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 8, 2014 18:53:26 GMT -7
Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. She could care less for his concern. She had been raised with the same rumors and more than a few times, men who she had lured to their deaths, would compare her to such. She was fairly sure that some had even believed, in their dying breaths, that she was a siren. A woman capable of luring them away with kind words and an intoxicating figure. Hell, her Father treated her as though she were something other than a simple human girl...His Dark Angel. His world. He worshiped the ground she walked upon, at least in some way, and that was enough for her.
From him.
As for everyone else? They could bow at her feet and it still would not please her. No, nothing would please her until the rest of the world was drenched in blood and the screams of the innocent echoed upward into the heavens. Until the ground became so tainted with darkness that it began to overtake the things that grew there. It was a wild and outlandish dream, but it was one that she held none the less.
He spoke, yet another man referring to her as she truly was...a goddess. A slight grin, one that could easily be taken as nothing more than an innocent gesture, as she would incline her head politely. They were alone here, but she did not yet know if she stood a chance against this masked figure. She would have to wait...there was no other option.
"This way." She motioned to the direction she had been heading, her hand which remained wrapped in that white scarf, just like it had been since she was a child, held out in front of her as she waited for him to gather himself. "Do you require assistance?"She didn't really want to help him, but if it was the part she had to play in order to get him home to her Father, or at least off the road so that she could kill him....she would.
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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 8, 2014 18:44:33 GMT -7
Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. He fell into her as she pulled him forward, kissing her with a fiery passion that she had never felt upon the lips of a prospective lover before. But then this was not just the chance at another quick lived affair. This was eternity laid out before her and it was her's for the taking. She had no doubt that even in the afterlife their spirits would be destined to be together. They were one, and it mattered not to her that she had just met him. There was a distinct feeling of unity that came over her each time her fingers brushed his flesh or anytime he spoke to her in that hypnotic tone she so adored. He was that part of her that she had been missing, the one meant to fill the emptiness that burned inside of her for so long. An emptiness that she had not even been aware of, at least not consciously, until she had turned to see him standing there.
Now? Now she had to have him. She had to make him understand that he belonged to her and her alone. To server her. To protect her. To love her. There was no other option short of death, and even then his soul would be her's...his heart. She demanded it, and Kurai always got what she wanted, in one way or another. It was a habit that had come about as the result of her Father's spoilings and it was one that now made up a large portion of who she was. She was greedy and she was demanding...But she was flawless in her mind and now, in his.
A moan to match his own given against his lips as his tongue danced with her's in carnal passion. Nails scraping against his scalp as her fingers gripped his hair tighter, her other hand upon his chest and pulling him into her as she shifted her backside against the corpse of the woman still tied to the tree. There was something so amazingly satisfying about having him against her and the corpse of their victim at her back. Some poetic moment played out before her very eyes. This would not be the last moment such as this that they shared, but it would most assuredly be the most crucial. The moment when they both ceased to wander alone in their own personal darkness and instead do so...together.
She tore away despite her body and mind's protest to do so. Her nails dragging along his jawline as her nose brushed against his. Each breath shaky and panted as she ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the remnants of his kiss as she spoke those words, as she called upon him to give himself so fully unto her. She would have nothing less, and as she shifted back, eyes once more meeting his own, a pleased smirk would begin to tug upon her lips as he spoke.
There was no other that could ever take her place, and there had never been any like her before, she was sure. She would not have it. His words making it clear that all he wanted was to surrender to her and the alluring power that she held over him. A power, that in many ways, he held over her as well. Never before had she ever thought of taking a man as her's, not in the way that she was doing now. She had to have him and no was not an option. Life would end before she accepted his rejection. A rejection she knew would never come.
By the time he was done, the deal was as good as done in her mind, teeth grazing her bottom lip as she tilted her head and ran her thumb slowly along his lips. "Mine. For Eternity." She hissed, pressing her lips to his before he could utter a sound, and wrapping her arms about his neck, pulling herself up, with his help of course, and wrapping her legs about his waist. Her grip on him tight as she growled possessively into that kiss, dragging her nails along the back of his neck and fisting her opposite hand within his hair. Her own back pinned against the dead woman, though she hardly noticed anymore. In fact, the world around them began to slip from existence. No, all that existed in this moment was the two of them, just the way she liked it.
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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 8, 2014 18:17:15 GMT -7
Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. He spoke and yet his words seemed to betray the stance that he took. A slender brow arching a bit as she slowly moved to fold her arms over her chest. She was naive in a lot of ways, but that did not by any means mean that she was stupid. In fact, she was smarter than most, having skipped schooling entirely since the age of seven and having learned everything on her own. There was something wrong, and she chalked his words up to the male pride that so many suffered from. Nothing more.
Another step forward, she paused as he asked for a method with which to tend to his illness. Curious. Though she had already figured out that there was something wrong with him. "There is a village at the end of this road. It is several days journey." She nodded. She had just come from there, having left in a bit of a hurry after murdering the innkeeper and his wife in a rather brutal and gruesome way. Of course, she had not been caught, but she did not need to stick around so that people began to ask questions. It was best to return home for now, this way she could return to that same village at a later date.
"My home is half a day's journey through the woodlands..." She nodded, her mind working over the various things that could come out of offering him such an option. She saw no use in him, but her Father very well might have. True, she was rather skilled at medicine, having learned to heal herself rather than go to the healers within the villages, but that did little good out here. She did not have the proper materials. Perhaps in the woods, or the mountains, but then where would be the point in that? She would get nothing from it.
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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 8, 2014 17:47:14 GMT -7
Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. How long had it been since she had stepped foot on her Father's land? To be honest, she could not recall. It had been at least a month, perhaps two? No, it couldn't have been that long. She would have noticed the pigment of her hair starting to give way to the silver color underneath, something that usually happened about a month and a half after she had dyed it.
Little fingers reaching around to grasp a few strands and pulling them down over her shoulder, examining the pale pink locks curiously. They were lighter, but there was still no sign of the color they truly were. Not that it really mattered. She was on her way home and soon enough she would be in the presence of the alchemist. He could fix her up with a new batch to do her hair with and then she could visit with her Father and tell him all about the things that she had been up to as of late.
He was going to be so proud of her, she just knew it. She had been creating a path of destruction behind her that was more than worthy of the reputation the man had built for himself. Of course, at his behest, she never gave out her actual name. It was something that bothered Kurai but when it came to her Father, there was not much the girl would not do for him when he really stressed the matter. In fact, her name and her need to learn to fight properly were the only things that he had ever truly stressed upon her. Beyond that, the man really did let the young woman get away with murder...both literally and figuratively.
A fond smile curling upon her lips as she slid her hand along the strap of the bag she was carrying. It held the clothes she would have to change into before she got too close to the house. The people of the land surrounding her home knew of her and if rumor got back to her mother of the pants and slightly revealing top that she was currently wearing....well it would be another fight she just didn't feel like having. Not when she had first gotten home.
Her mind playing over the last time she had been home, over the last fight she had had with her Mother, she was suddenly stopped by the sight of a man down on one knee. Her brow furrowing as she halted in her tracks, head tilting to examine him for a moment. "Are you alright?" No, she didn't care. In fact, she hoped he was dying so that she could steal whatever it was he had on him at the current time. Hence why she asked. Beyond that, he could just as easily not be there. Another step forward, the small woman lacking the sense of fear that she most assuredly should have possessed.
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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 8, 2014 10:19:28 GMT -7
Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. Almost instantly, a series of names came to mind. Men, all of them, ones who had in one way or another wronged her, be it big or little. She could imagine each of them so clearly, their screams of horror as the realized what was to happen to them. Their faces as they begged for death, since death would be such a sweet, merciful release for them. To live life as less than a true man? That was the true punishment. To never again be able to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh. To never take satisfaction in the warm, supple flesh of a woman's thighs, or the tenderness of her touch. She chuckled softly, rather pleased with his offer and nodded slightly. "I will most assuredly take you up on this promise."
Her teeth grazed her lower lip in a coy, tempting fashion, displaying the shredded innocence that still resided within her. Psychotic, yes, she was. But there was also something about her that displayed a true sense of purity that could not be touched, that was just as dark as the rest of her soul. It was an oddity, much like the woman herself, and it was this that kept her Father wrapped about her little finger along with many men whom she had come into contact in the past. It was an innocence that she played on with expert precision, even now as she was drenched in blood and pressing against a man who could so easily take the virginal innocence of her victim and dismantle it in the most gruesome way possible.
It was beautiful.
The sheer depths of his depravity...what he would so willingly do without even a name cast his way from her. She was still a stranger to him and yet he so freely offered up his darkened heart for her taking. A part of her finding it almost sadistic in its own right, this ability to so completely take the heart that beat within his chest and to grasp it so firmly within her tiny grip. True, it was all figuratively speaking, but there was still the same sadistic pleasure she would feel from ripping the beating heart from a man's chest, piercing the quivering muscle with her little claws and watching his blood cascade down her fingers. The only difference here being that the heart would not grow motionless and cold within her grasp. Instead, the hold she had upon it would only continue to strengthen until every beat of his heart belonged to her and her alone. Until she alone was the reason for it to do so.
She shuddered, the very thought of this exciting her in ways that she never knew possible. Never had she met somebody so akin to her and who she was. Never had she thought to actually find a man who complimented her in the darkest ways imaginable. It was almost like some sort of beautiful nightmare. One that she wished very much not to wake from.
His voice, accompanied by his warm breath, tickled against her ear, disturbing a few bubblegum locks that rested there and causing her eyes to flutter closed just slightly. His words, that chuckle, it was breathtaking and this was shown in the shaky way in which she exhaled the breath she had been holding as she pulled him against her. His touch was delicious, the way his hand splayed against her abdomen, fingers coated in the blood of their victim almost instantly...making them one in a way that unlike anything she had ever experienced with another.
"A shame there are not more truly great minds in this world." She nodded, sliding her hand which was wrapped in that blood soaked scarf over his own that now wrapped around her, tightening his hold and in doing so pressing her backside into him all the more. The closeness, it was intoxicating and she ensured that every breath, every pleasured shudder she experienced was felt by him. That those slight, subtle expressions of pleasure were able to course through his own body and touch him in a way that no other woman ever could or ever had in the past.
Blue eyes hungrily taking in the sight before her, she ran her tongue along her lips as he lowered himself to his knees and began to slide the blade of that knife upward along the other woman's thigh. Her own hand willingly grasping that knife, allowing him to guide it, she would grin as he spoke of the woman liking it. Her eyes lifting to examine the woman's blood stained, tear streaked face. A soft nod given in agreement. "She does." Her own pleasured gasp given as his hand slid over her slender hip, deft fingers caressing her flesh through the blood soaked fabric of her pants, venturing down along her thigh and then inward.
"I think...she likes you." A clear sense of jealousy and possession, however irrational, surfacing with her soft tone as she pressed into him, breathing growing more labored as her hand covered his own as he sought to draw pleasure from her as well, driving him on, needing it as badly as he needed to give it to her....
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His laugh echoed through the forest, sending whatever life resided nearby scurrying for safety as he pressed forward...that knife plunging into the woman over and over again as he pressed Kurai forward. At this point her slender, trembling form was pinned between his own warm, breathtaking figure and the cold, lifeless one of their victim. Her free hand resting against the tree that the woman was bound to, nails digging into the bark and chipping it away as her own soft sounds of pleasure erupted from her lips.
At this point, some of her pink locks had been stained with blood and her torso was drenched in it. Her hand, the one that still willingly went along with his own, was coated, and the warmth of the woman's blood served as an aphrodisiac to the little demon...heightening the pleasure she felt and clouding her mind with lustful, dark intentions.
He jerked that knife free, the woman's corpse nothing more than a mutilated pulp hung lifeless against the tree. His arm taking her own, both of them now covered in the woman's blood, and wrapped it tightly around her front. The fresh, hot blood ran down her stomach, sliding beneath the waistline of her pants and eliciting another moan from Kurai as she looked up to the lifeless face of their mutual plaything. "Such a greedy whore.." She panted, laughing darkly as she rose upward just enough to drag her tongue along the cold, blood soaked lips of the other woman...purring sheer delight at not only the taste offered to her, but the vacant, empty expression of the woman as she hung there, unable to do anything ever again.
Slowly, her nose drug along the woman's jawline as her free hand moved to his own and her nails scraped against his flesh. "Let the spirits know that he is mine," chuckling softly and purring in delight, "try and stop me now." A sick little grin before she shoved off from the woman and spun around within his embrace, her bloody, wrapped hand moving to the back of his head and jerking him forward, pressing her blood soaked lips to his own in a fevered, rough kiss that set her darkened soul on fire.
Back pressing into the woman's body, she felt blood begin to run down her back, further drenching those luscious pink locks as they cascaded down her spine and over her firm little ass. The knife she had been holding now released and falling forgotten to the forest floor, she would grip the front of his shirt, pulling him into her all the more, eventually tearing away from that kiss and panting as her eyes met his own...blood dancing with water as crimson met blue. Hand releasing his chest, dragging blood soaked fingertips along his jawline, leaving crimson streaks in their wake that only proved to accentuate his eyes all the more, drawing her further and further into their transfixing stare.
"You will never want another like you want me." It was not a suggestion, it was a clear and deliberate command. She would never be second best to anyone else, woman or man. Leaning in, her teeth grazed his bottom lip slowly, roughly, "I am your goddess. No other can take my place." Nails dragging against the side of his neck, shuddered breath released upon his lips as she slowly brushed her nose against his own, breathing in the ever alluring scent of man mixed with blood. She would never be able to get enough of that scent, of him...she could already tell...and yet she held back, wanting to hear him say it....to hear him swear himself to her in a way that no other had before.
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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 8, 2014 0:34:04 GMT -7
Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. He gave a very convincing argument as to why it was he should serve her, why he should be the one that she entrusted with her safety, with her life. The very thought of him dissecting any other man who thought himself worthy of her drawing a purr of sheer delight from the woman as she continued to caress his flesh with that knife. There was something sexual in the way that the blade passed between them and it was only emphasized by the hunger evident within her oceanic gaze.
"I should very much like to see that." She spoke softly, shuddering at the way in which his tongue circled and caressed her finger...the tantalizing touch of his teeth against her sensitive flesh. It was clear to her, from his gaze alone, what it was he wanted and with each sensual gesture and promise of suffering and despair, she found herself that much more inclined to relent.
The truth was, she did not know this man and yet she wanted him. Her envious and greedy nature fired to new heights as she examined him and listened to his intoxicating promises. The desire in his eyes to belong to her and her alone only exciting her that much more, causing the warmth of her need increase tenfold. So much so that it took everything she had to step away, casting him a glance that clearly said 'We'll see...' toward him in response to the one that bore into her blackened soul from his own crimson stare.
Stepping toward the woman, closer and closer as the victim began to sob in protest, whimpering and pleading in muffled breaths for her to be left alone, to be left to die, the pink haired demon licked her lips with anticipation. Only, when she asked that question, looking back at him, his answer brought untold amounts of joy to her eyes. A dark, sick and twisted sort of joy, the kind that so few were ever capable of bringing forth in the little vixen.
His suggestion? Too far? No, it was perfect...absolutely perfect. Her lips twisting into a sadistic smirk as she paused, reaching out with her free, wrapped hand, and grasping his wrist. "I was thinking the exact same thing..." She pulled him forward, his front pressing into her back as she stood before the woman who now shook and struggled in absolute terror. Her hand pulling his arm around her waist, she pressed back into him, shuddering and moaning softly at the contact, at the heat of his body against her own which had grown cold due to the lack of fresh blood to paint her flesh with.
Her eyes fluttering closed, she ran her tongue along her lips, sliding her other hand back, knife still grasped firmly as she found his own free hand. Slowly, sensual in every movement, she slid her little hand into his own, allowing him to curl his much larger one about her fist that clenched that knife so very tightly, making it painfully clear what it was she wished for him to do...with her.
"Show me?" Her head laying back, resting against his chest as she tilted her head and nuzzled into him softly, small form shifting ever so gently against him and betraying the brutality that she wished to unleash upon the woman before them. A genuine, dark innocence in her actions, purring softly in an effort to slither her way into his own blackened heart.
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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 7, 2014 23:10:08 GMT -7
Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. She was delighted at the way he continued to refer to her as a goddess. It was truly how she saw herself, how her Father had always raised her to be. It was delightful and it sent shudders down her spine to have it spoken in such a sultry, masculine tone as the one this man offered. The darkness in his crimson eyes as he ravaged her form with his gaze making her mouth water with prospects of what this could bring to her life. Of what he could do for her, to her.
She slid the knife further along her thigh as he spoke, as he approached, allowing the tip of it to dip between her supple thighs in the most teasing of manners as the grin on her lips only continued to darken and the hunger in her blue eyes began to increase. Then, as if the want she felt had not been strong enough, he approached and knelt before her...offering himself to her in both the way he spoke and the stance that he now took. It was...delightful.
Her focus remaining intently upon him as she captured her lower lip between her pearly white teeth, nibbling upon it in anxious excitement of what he offered to her now. He wanted to serve her. Not her Father, but her, Kurai. It was delightful and slowly that hand which held that knife would slide forward, pressing the flat of the blade beneath his chin as her own head tilted softly, examining him curiously and with a clear sense of hunger and faint possession. His words playing upon the part of her that was consumed with greed, unable to have enough and unwilling to share what was her's.
"Why should I allow you to serve me?" She cooed softly, reaching out with her free hand and dragging a single bloody digit along his lips, granting him a taste of what the woman had spilled. "Her offering tastes sweet...does it not?" She pressed forward, painting his tongue with that delicious crimson fluid while her knife slide slowly, sensually down the side of his throat.
Perhaps it was just the knowledge they both shared about the other's darkness that made it clear she wasn't set on hurting him. Perhaps it was just the sensual way in which she spoke and caressed his form. Whatever it was, there was a clear lack of malice in her actions. However, it was not long before she pulled away, stepping back as she turned to face her victim once more, running her eyes over her quickly fading form.
"What should I do with her?" She cast him a curious glance over her shoulder, pink locks spilling over half her face and leaving only one piercing blue eye to examine him carefully. She was curious what he would want her to do, what he would like to witness. It was partly to see if he was worthy of a place beside her and also a means of eliciting more lustful enjoyment from him. Kurai not at all blind to the fact that he watched her with such a lascivious gaze.
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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 7, 2014 22:35:19 GMT -7
Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. He bought the lie well enough, or at least she assumed that he did. Her hand softly caressing her arm beneath the sleeve of her kimono as she stood there, watching him and his weapon carefully. She knew what the mark of her silver hair meant to those around her, but then that was part of the reason for hiding it. She did not need them to already have some sort of idea of her soul without her first getting the chance to feel out their own. A thing she fancied herself for having a rather rare talent for doing.
True, it was not always spot on, but it was still close more often than not and it was always enough to give her some idea of what she was up against. Which, lets face it, was all she really needed to know. "My Father has always told me that I was born to stand out." She gave a slightly nervous laugh, ducking her head just a tad...expressing her somewhat shy, gentle nature.
When he mentioned her not being one of the actors, she would shake her head softly, returning her blue eyes to the man as he sat there, eyes fixated upon the stage. "Oh no, I am afraid not. I have never had much skill for acting." She nodded, reaching up as a lock of hair fell down over her face and sweeping it back over her ear. It as a lie,of course...at least the part about not being any good at acting. "I am simply here to enjoy like everyone else." She nodded, shifting softly within her spot to take a half step forward to avoid being run over by a drunken man dragging a laughing, drunken female with him toward one of the tables toward the front of the stage.
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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 7, 2014 22:21:16 GMT -7
Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. It was hard to say if Kurai had known of the foreign presence before he made himself known or not. If she had, she had not bothered to acknowledge it or him. Instead she had remained intent upon what she was doing, upon the screams of her victim as she struggled against that blade piercing her thigh and the feel of the much smaller woman's body pressed so flushly against her own. It was intoxicating, far more than any amount of alcohol or herbal concoction could be. For that reason, she felt no desire to be pulled away so easily and so, had she known he was there...even in the smallest of senses...she had brushed it aside as nothing, and continued.
Plunging the knife into the woman's thigh once more, she shuddered in delight as another scream erupted from paling lips. It was musical almost, far better than anything played by the servants at her family's home. She loved it, just as she had always loved the screams of the servants her Father beat and punished within an inch of their miserable lives.
Alas, the enjoyment would be brought to a quick end as a deep, sultry male voice cut through the heavy silence of the forest. Her lashes fluttering as she pulled away from the woman, head tilting almost innocently in curious wonder as she cast her gaze upon the figure now approaching her. He was handsome, and it was clear from his words and the hunger in his eyes, that he shared a darkness similar to her own.
Stepping back from the woman, pulling her knife with her, she would turn to face him. A slight glance cast down to her form as he complimented her in the most delicious way possible. "You should see what it looks like without the clothes to cover it up and protect my flesh from the blood she spills." She chuckled softly, small hand smoothing over the black top which was wrapped tightly around her upper torso, fingers deftly venturing downward and caressing the bare flesh of her abdomen, smearing about streaks of crimson and painting it into a delicious swirl around her navel.
She turned her eyes back toward him, the white scarf around her hand now dripping with blood as she pulled her hand away. The pants she wore were soaked, hugging her hips tightly and accentuating her body in a way that most women of her stature and size feared showing. She was not like most women though, all the more evident as her hip cocked to the side just slightly and the blade of her knife tapped softly against her thigh. "You did get it right though," teeth softly grazing her lower lip as she ran her eyes devilishly down his form. "I am a goddess."
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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 7, 2014 22:04:43 GMT -7
Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. It wasn't long before a voice interrupted her thoughts, blue eyes shifting toward a male who was in turn looking at her...or more to the point, her hair. A single brow arching, fighting not to let the demon show as she felt a tinge of disgust at the very idea of a wig. Did her hair look fake? Hardly! It was beautiful and if he could not see that then....
She smiled, forcing away the raging thoughts of anger and resentment as she turned to face him and offered a soft, somewhat nervous laugh. Her hand lifting upward, she captured a stray lock of hair between her delicate fingers and brought it around to examine it carefully. "Flowers. A gift from a friend." A lie, but one she delivered with absolute flawlessness.
The alchemist was a servant, just like everyone else who served her father, and nothing more. That, however, was not what anyone wanted to hear and the last thing she wanted to say. It would lead to questions of her family, of her Father and it would likely ruin her night entirely if some shred of her reputation had spread this far. "I was told it is very fitting." She released the lock of hair and returned her arm across her stomach with the other which had yet to move.
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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 7, 2014 21:38:09 GMT -7
Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. She wasn't sure what it was about settings like this that drew her in and warranted her attention in the fashion that they did. But whatever it was, it was enough to send a chill down her spine as she weaved her way through the mass of bodies that had gathered here, ready to watch a little show and have a little fun. Alcohol being sloshed around as if it were nothing, laughing and joking among friends. Women drawing attention to themselves with every bat of their eyes, wanting men to pay just the right price for a little alone time.
It was hypnotic to the young woman, and yet more than that, it was exciting and left her frothing at the mouth with the limitless possibilities that it had to offer. So many people who she could potentially lure away and have her way with. So many who held things that she herself did not, things that she could steal and make her own. Well, lets just say that she was absolutely giddy with delight.
The somewhat traditional attire she wore remaining in tact for the time being, even though she wore pants and a much more flattering top underneath. Her Mother would be proud, at least until she realized that the only reason that Kurai was wearing something so traditional was to fit in. It was easier to fool people into thinking she was normal when she dressed like them, when she hid the weapons and put on that sickly sweet smile that so many had fallen for in the past.
Her little arms folded casually in front of her, she held the appearance of a normal woman, save for the color of her hair which always brought her to stand out more than any other woman around. Slowly, she would bypass those around her, working her way through the crowd in order to get a better look at the stage which had been erected. A bashful little bow of her head each time she bumped into somebody, only helping to further throw them off her true nature.
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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 7, 2014 21:23:08 GMT -7
Kurai Tenshei I love the dirty tricks and twisted games you play on me. "What was that? I don't think I heard you." A soft, silken purr echoing through the trees of the forest. There was something almost sweet about the voice and yet there was a darkness that lingered upon each syllable that was unmistakable. The sobs of another woman met with a soft chuckle as the sun filtered through the tree tops and down to the shadowy forest floor below.
"P..Please..." The voice was hoarse and choked with sobs, shaky with each labored breath that expelled itself from the woman's lungs.
"Please..Please..." Kurai mocked the woman, in an sing song manner that only caused more tears to fall down the battered woman's face as hopelessness truly began to take its root within her heart, digging its way deep into her soul and consuming her.
It was moments like this that Kurai loved the most. When the light began to dull in their eyes and the realization that they were never going to see their home again or take comfort in the arms of their loved ones. The look they gave her when the realized that their pleas fell upon deaf, sadistic ears. It was like a drug, one that she sought out time and time again when she was out exploring the world around her home.
A step back, taking in the figure in front of her, the one that she had bound to the tree almost two hours before. Her arms were stretched out over her head, one of those wires that she wore about her waist used to secure her wrists together and to the tree...cutting into the woman's flesh more and more with each struggled shift of her body. She had learned, after the first hour, when the wire began to bare down upon her bones, that it was useless and yet with each swipe of the knife to her naked form, she jerked and drove that wire in deeper. It wouldn't be long now before one or both of her hands were severed, at which time she would collapse to the ground in a heaping mess of blood, sweat and tears.
Kurai could hardly wait!
Her tongue slipping forth, softly caressing her lips as she watched the blood run in crimson streaks down the quivering, pale form of her victim. She had a name, but the woman had not bothered to get it. Besides, it had not mattered in the end. She had gotten what she wanted, the necklace that the other woman had been wearing, and she now wore it proudly about her own neck, complete with bloody fingerprints decorating the silver medallion that hung down over her chest.
Though at this point, it was hard to notice those small smudges of blood, especially when so much of her petite frame was covered in it. Just like the woman before her, she was painted from head to toe in one fashion or another. The only difference being that the blood she had on her, was not her own. It all belonged to the woman against the tree, the one who now tried so hard to look away as she quivered and yelped at the pain she suffered.
Honestly, Kurai believed those yelps to be nothing but her mind telling her she was in pain. Shock had to have set in by now and it was for this reason that the pink haired demon, as so many liked to call her, would continue to deliver small, non lethal cuts to the poor souls body. Her entire form now riddled with them, spilling more of that beautiful liquid down her form and only proving to further excite Kurai all the more.
"You should be thanking me instead of pleading with me." She grinned, stepping forward and pressing her bare hand against the woman's stomach, watching as streams of blood cascaded from the wounds of her victim and over her delicate fingertips. It was beautiful. Truly it was.
"I have saved you from your boring existence and turned you into a work of art...a thing of...beauty even." She purred, stepping closer and leaning in to drag her tongue along the throat of the woman who once more attempted to pull away. That wire grated against her bones, drawing a cry of pain which in turn drew a sigh of pleasure from the pink haired woman.
"That's it...struggle...fight...cry out. It pleases me so." She moaned against the woman's ear, causing the already quivering female to shudder and turn her head away further. Had she been in a worse mood, this might have hurt her feelings, but as it stood, she merely chuckled and plunged that small knife she was holding in her opposite hand deep into the woman's thigh. This time eliciting a scream of pure terror and agony to race through the forest and rattle the wildlife that lurked in nearby trees and crevasses.
"That's my girl."
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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 7, 2014 20:26:24 GMT -7
 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Born into a wealthy and powerful family who's lands rested in the shadows of the mountains, it seemed as though the child, then known as Gasai would have a life of luxury and privilege. Which, in many ways that is exactly what she had. She was raised with the best teachers, and the best in everything life had to offer. She was given anything her little heart could desire and from the moment she was born, she was her Father's pride and joy. A pretty picture on the surface and one that to this day many people believe to be the entirety behind her upbringing. The truth though, was that even though her Father was a man who doted on her and gave her anything she could ever want, he was also a very sadistic and violent man. No, he never hurt her or her Mother whom he treated like a queen and still does to this day. He even tried to shield his family, especially his only daughter, from the violence his chosen lifestyle brought about. However, his best efforts failed him and at only three years of age, Gasai was kidnapped by a man who wished only to make her Father suffer and to take from him everything he had built for himself. During this time, the young girl witnessed unspeakable horrors that she has all but blocked out from her memory. However, the damage was done, turning the girl's hair white almost over night and implanting the seeds of evil that over the years have grown to the point of consuming and eradicating the innocent and sweet young thing that she used to be. By the time she was seven, two years after the violent battle that led to her eventual return to her family, her Father had noticed that she would not be like her mother who was a sweet and kind woman. Instead, she had become something similar to him and though living in constant denial to the world around him, inside private, he embraced this side of her and nurtured it. He taught her how to fight and would often times indulge the darker aspects of her personality by allowing her to watch as he carried out business matters, including ones that ended with the slaying of various enemies and people who had displeased him in some manner. The blood and the violence became a part of her life that she was entirely too used to and as she grew older, she even began to take part in the “justice” that her Father dealt out to his servants. His constant approval only proving to make her that much more certain in what she chose to do and in who she was becoming. By the time she was 12, she had become a skilled fighter and a skilled thief...as no matter what her Father gave her, it was never enough and she would often find herself envious of those around her and the things they had. By the age of 13, she was dealing out her own punishments to those servants who displeased her. Often times these were irrational punishments given for irrational reasons, but she did not know any different because her Father simply sat back and watched with that smile of approval plastered upon his face. As the years went by, she took to a new name and even a new look, having the man known as an “alchemist” create a special paste that when applied to her hair would dye the silver strands pink when washed out....leaving it that color for weeks at a time before she had to reapply to keep the silver from showing. The name, now Kurai Tenshei, was something she took as a means of concealing her identity from those who would seek to hurt her Father through her. It was the nickname her Father had been calling her since she was little, when he had first seen the darkness shining in her blue eyes, and so it only seemed fitting. Now though, of course, there are some who know of the name and the family that she comes from as she has not exactly been dormant over the past few years. Instead, she has taken to traveling and exploring, her sadistic, somewhat psychotic nature leaving its mark all across the lands.
Stats
Strength: 5+4(9)
Dexterity: 15+3(18)+2(20)
Constitution:15
Wisdom: 10
Spirit: 5
Inventory:
| Slot | Item(s) | | Weapons | | | Primary | Razor Wire(x2): This wire is really sharp, cutting through skin at the touch. The ends are reinforced to allow them to be held. +2 Str +1 Dex | | Secondary | | | Back | | | Legs | | | Head | | | Helmet/Bandana | | | Mask | | | Earrings | | | Torso | | | Chestplate | | | Shoulders | | | Necklace | | | Kimono | | | Arms | | | Arms | | | Gauntlets | | | Rings | | | Legs | | | Hakama | | | Belt | | | Greaves | | | Boots | | | Miscellaneous | | | - | | | - | | | - | | | - | | | Stored | |
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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 7, 2014 20:15:05 GMT -7
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Kurai has a very complex personality, or at least, most people like to assume that she does. In reality though, it is pretty simple and easy to understand, if you pay attention. But, for the sake of making it easier on people to understand, I have broken it down here into various, specific categories so that you can get a detailed look at who she is.
1.Envious--This is by far the most dominant personality trait that Kurai possesses. She is, for whatever reason, envious of virtually everyone around her. It is something which had led her to thievery as well as violence in attempts to gain whatever it is somebody possesses that she wants. Of course, this is not to say that she wont have somebody else steal it for her.
(See manipulative)
She does have a tendency to be more jealous of women than she is of men. Women have the capability of being prettier or more alluring than her and for this, she will often find reasons to hate them even if none are apparent right away. Naturally, she does try to maintain some female contact as to not draw unwanted attention to herself, but it is rare that it extends beyond anything more than an acquaintance.
Also, it should be noted that she has a tendency to be jealous over others with power. She does not like to think that anyone could have more power than her family and therefore she will often actively seek out to destroy or overthrow those who are perceived as having such.
2.Smart-- Even from a young age it was apparent that Kurai had an above average intelligence. True, she can be somewhat childlike at times, but this does not mean she is a complete idiot. Her intellect has simply been devoted to things such as fighting, stealth and manipulation. Not so much the world around her or book learning as her Mother tried to force upon her as a small girl.
3.Naive-- Just because she is smart does not mean she is not naïve. In fact, she is very naïve. She has a tendency to see the world in a way that a child would, but this does not make her in any way sweet and caring like one would expect a child to be. It just means that she has a limited understanding of how certain things work. This is not always a result of lack of intelligence but often times a result of her lack of morals and ethics.
4.Manipulative-- This is where the intelligence that the young woman possesses comes into play. She often times will use what she understands of people, especially men, in a manner that allows her to manipulate them into doing what she wants. She has had several suitors in the past who have gone to their deaths in attempts to carry out her wishes and there is not a shred of regret for their lives which were lost. She cares only about herself and therefore she will do whatever she has to do to avoid being the one to go into a dangerous situation if she can.
5.Fearless-- This is not to say that she is fearless 24/7 and has no concept of what fear is...she is human. Fear is a natural part of that. However, what it does mean, is that she often times will act out in a manner that she shouldn't, especially in a dangerous situation, if her she gets angry. (Throws a fit.) She doesn't see danger so much as she sees somebody that needs to suffer or die for what they did to her and she has no problem attempting to be the one to carry this out. This is the main reason her family has assigned various guards to her over the years and why several of them have died in the line of duty.
6.Sexual/Lustful-- Yup. She can be a bit of a slut and she really doesn't care. She enjoys sex and has learned over the years that there is an advantage to being able to use this gift in order to get others to do what she wants. Then of course, there is the fact that it is fun. That is always a bonus for her and one that she often times indulges in whenever she is bored or out to get herself into a little trouble. Naturally her Father would never believe that she is like this and often times turns a blind eye to the rumors. After all she is his little “Dark Angel” and therefore she could do no wrong, even if she committed such acts right in front of him. Her mother on the other hand is another story, knowing full and well what her daughter is up to most of the time.
7.Weird-- This one is pretty self explanatory. She is a weird one. Eccentric. Energetic. Dramatic. Childish. All these things and more describe the young woman and thanks to the fact that she is so spoiled, it is not likely to change any time soon. However, should she wind up on her own for awhile, it might. Never know!
8.Sadistic-- I dont really think this one needs to be explained too much. Kurai is sadistic and that is pretty much just a part of who she was created to be. She is the daughter of a very sadistic man, who had witnessed some pretty horrible things in her past, and so it is really not surprising that she has some seriously fucked up things that she enjoys doing to people.
9.No Shame, No Regrets I feel that it is important to mention that Kurai has no real concept of what shame and regret really are. She has felt it...a few times...but not often. In fact, the truth is, she doesn't even know what to do with these emotions when she does feel them and as a result she can often act rather dramatically. A thing which can be dangerous for those close to her.
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Post by Kurai Tenshei on Feb 7, 2014 20:14:20 GMT -7
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Given Name: Hojo Gasai Current Name: Kurai Tenshei (Name given to her by her Father when the...darker, aspects of her personality began to surface around the age of five.) Aliases: See above Age: 19 years old Birth Date: Race: Japanese Hair: Silver (Naturally) Pink (Currently) – SEE DEFINING MARKS Eyes: Blue Height: 5' 0” Weight: 105 lbs Sexuality: Bisexual Faction: Hojo; Father Hojo Ujinao Relationship Status: Single; Promiscuous Appearance: SEE BELOW Defining Marks: Various scars from fights she has gotten into in the past. There is one on her left side from being stabbed during her first “real” fight and there is another, longer mark along her back from a narrow brush with a sword at the age of seventeen. She also has a jagged scar along her palm that she received as a child and that she does not remember acquiring, however whens he looks at it, she gets a very distinct sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. This is why she will always wear a white rag wrapped about her left palm. No matter what. Silver hair-- When she was three years old, she was kidnapped by a rival of her Father's and witnessed many horrific events too powerful for her young mind to cope with. As a result her hair turned this color almost overnight. Pink hair-- This is something that is the result of her Father's 'alchemist' who, when Kurai was 15, began making trips up into the mountains in order to gather special flowers which allowed for him to create a paste of sorts...it in turn dyes the otherwise colorless locks of the young girl whatever shade she chooses. It just so happens that she chooses pink almost every time out of a love for the vibrancy of the color. Attire: It is really hard to pin point exactly what she will be wearing, much to the chagrin of her mother who wishes for her to wear more 'traditional' and demure attire like a proper woman should. However, Kurai would much rather wear something that is comfortable and form fitting, allowing for easier movement when she is in situations that require she fight. She will wear traditional clothes, if only to sate her mother and often times change into things which are more custom made (by herself) and comfortable. Some of these can be seen as a bit...riske but she doesn't really care. She just wants to wear what she thinks makes her beautiful and doesn't really seek the approval of others in such matters. Of course, she also has a wide variety of clothes that do not fit her, which she has stolen...and even more that have been bought for her by both her parents and various admirers over the years, that she has never gotten around to wearing. To say she is spoiled at this point would be an understatement. Though it should be noted that her preferred color to wear is black. She rarely strays from this, though she will add other colors to at least give it a little...excitement. Items that she always has on her person include: - Piano Wires : She has fashioned these to look like a belly chain of sorts. It is deadly, but it is often mistaken for an accessory due to the way she wears it. They are her most prized possessions and therefore she will spend time each night sharpening them to make sure that they stay capable of slicing things up...like she loves to do.
White scarf/rag: She wears this wrapped around her left hand to hide the scar that stirs such tumultuous emotions within her. If it is removed by somebody, it is likely to send her into a fit, which never ends well for those involved.
Wrist Cuffs:Around each wrist there is a pair of silver cuffs that were given to her by her Father and that lock into place. They are a means of protecting the more vulnerable parts of her wrists/arms when fighting.
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