—-> Blood, Lust, and Love ( Tanaris Pt. 3 ) <—-
No one dared ever get a strike, let alone a mark that would -stick- upon his fascia. Only she would know of it and where it’s placement was, though - > apparent while he was before her, that unique coloring looked like pigments of dusk with celestial fragments in soft, dotted, glows around his left eye that were no different then distant stars.
Her assumption when she had saw all those lesser voids in passing, a multitude of vortex’s, that is … how he found many things. She had been one of those he came upon in passing, during those times he was trying to find his way back to this world. He was lost for quite the while and had experienced more then one ever should. He never did find old Oro’haras soul, had he known it was within that creepy armor, had he his original eyes, he may have saw such but alas, he would not know of such things about Oro’hara for now. But, he did have plans of vengeance for Oodama. Eye for a eye, right?
He would smile within that vast ego, fangs a testament to the vicious nature underlying such suave curve upon sinful lips. “Tempt? No … I want her fury as true and pure as it will come. Give me a reason to feel alive.” Though, as he responded to her. His heart had picked itself up from it’s usual stale pace and was pitter-patterin’ at a rate above normal, not thrilled - but surely enticed! The way she’d coo back and with such feigned submission, he knew what she was trying to do and he’d roll his eyes, so over-dramatically.
Above, the sky was flashing in jaunty strands of sporadic and kinetic pops, almost reacting to how she -felt-. Each flash left a blinding light past them and the darkness would creep on back up their frames, re-added the detail of definition between each line of muscle and curve the each had.
Now, they before each other and the storm seemed to be picking up, rain coming down heavier for the moment and the lightning growing more chaotic. No king of hers would be given a crown … he knew he would have to take it. By now, he was before her and turning another one of her beautiful dresses, robes, as such - to tatters. Surely, she’d be peeved about such, he was costing her time, money, and with such cocky disregard! No different then a mutt tearing her couch to ribbons when she wasn’t looking. Again, he was attempting to throttle her and at the draw of her claws, he was falling further into his trap when she began to churn on her more feral instincts when her naked flesh had been grazed by the fierce winds and the pelts of raindrops.
Within this night, his skin appeared more dark, as if the shadows were collecting in detail within the very lines of muscular definition he had which she would known well by now except something had been off, his stature seemed to have a bit more width and bulk to his current. When she had come to step around him, did he move, step for step as if reading her own as they would form a halving circle around each other. Her steps met with thunderous booms from the lightning above, each of his seemed to be making the light from such furious electrons, no longer reach him. His form would not be bathed within the blast of such light, as if … her light would no longer reach him, like gamma to dark matter. Two sides of the same coin. She would boast, “I will show you fury, wrath, and rune … and if you can harness the storm before you die … you too will have all that I am … “ Die? He generally consider death, if it had come, he would expect no less, but … he had achieved something recently with the binding of Rune Shadewhisper.
"I am going to teach you what it means to tempt the storm." She was more amped up, he could not keep his smile bay, she laid it down and he would simply retort, "What is that? To get wet?" Though, he may have spoken all too soon as the moisture began to lift from him and his gaze for the moment, broke from her and went horizontally off to the side, then vertically up, seeing those droplets of rain be tugged underneath her own ministry and become small jets of now sharp water that shot around and past him … The first sign was a flay along his hip, a piece of that cloth flapped over as if being cut … a few more and she simply had turned what he had left to ribbons. His head angled forward to peer at his now nude self and since we’re trying to keep it some-what PG-13, he was simply hung there like pennies in a sock. Even his boots were nothing more then lacerated tatter - ribbons. He’d peer back up to her an’ hold a shady grin that spoke well in itself like - ‘WOMAN!’
Yet, all was fair in love and war.
She had become that of mist and he had lost sight with her distraction by shredding the remaining clothes from him followed by a coax of wings around him, the sands being swept up into the current that made these wings that much more dangerous as they were narrowing in him, of course he would look. But move? No. This was not good enough and he had no fear of such things within the moment, had he known she would come from above, he may have re-thought just waiting within the moment. Here she came, crashing down upon him and toppling him over, she was no weakling and used her momentum well when he had dropped onto his back, sand spat out to the sides from his crush upon the severely fragmented debris which once had been rock. As she be atop of him, his gaze lifted to her, the span of his ebon wings lay out to the sides and at their full width that should’ve been attached to a much larger creature and the theory behind that was correct, for now … he’d remain the dark Elf. Within the silhouette of her snowy strands that laid around her face, an outsiders view may have seen her with pink highlights as those eyes surrounding in such a way, the way her hair dangled around his features, made those eyes natural glow that might brighter. As they lay there, the lightning had struck the sand several feet from them in a harsh BOOM and turned the escaping sand to welt into glass like strands that were nothing short of beautiful.
His pointed ears flicked back at the closeness of that boom and when she drew a single claw down his throat to his chest. Her claw would trip over that leather-y flesh of his, grooving and skipping sections, leaving a nice series of scorn marks that welled up with blood and others wept to soft trickles. She would speak on tongues long forgotten to him, yet … she would swab her tongue over his wounds and speak in such dark and sultry way, ” … when I am done with you … nothing in the world will ever be the same.” He was so caught in that moment. His heart finally raced, he was excited, he felt on edge. Yet, that taste of metallic, blood, never once hit her mouth. Hmmm …
The rain that would dare to reach them after those passing winds, would start to slow and eventually stop. Each drop stopping at a rate different then another, but regardless - the air around them held suspending drops of that moisture. She could feel it, no? All the rain was seemingly halting it’s fall to those sands and it was happening as far as the eyes could see when gravity was being found indifferent, a few of her snowy strands surrounding his face began to lift and float in the air as did some of the sand upon the beach, she would begin to feel lighter and he would retort with snarky grin. ” … you’re beautiful.” He would lift one of those clawed hands up to her and he would extend a claw past her nose to point off to the side, outside of the winds and rain she had coaxed. The moment she’d of looked, he was standing there, five feet from her with head canted in a cocky manner, red hair cascaded off to the sides from the rustle of wind and he had his arms folded upon robust chest, eagle-esque talons that were now his feet and they would dig into the soft sand within an eager writhe. If she looked back down she would see him there as well with such a sly smile as his form began to melt into a dark figure that began to tear into a series of ravens that would flutter off and eventually disappear. The wound on his neck and chest was not there, when had he? The moment he laid beneath her and her hair silhouetted his face and their gazes locked did he actually move, beneath her was nothing more then a lump of sand that had made it’s way within her mouth when she dared to taste his blood in such a lewd way. ” . . when you’re done playing in the sand, we fifty-nine minutes left.” He grinned, single fang caught betwixt his lips. A befitting taste of what Rune Shadewhisper wanted to achieve.
"I believe this was a … you show me yours and I’ll show you mine." He chuckled in a rather amused way and he would toss a clawed hand to the air, a slight writhe coming to bring the tips of clawed tips to touch and the sky above her back to swirl in dark hurricane, a vortex spinning downward and sweeping up those clouds, the raindrops that once lay still within the air, even the spindle of lightning arched away from it and came back around to be consumed by the void as he tore into the sky and physical space, a vacuum to begin to lift her and his hair into the sky, the sand began to stir and lift into the air as the ‘point’ of that vortex was coming down in a cascade like that of the formation of a tornado.
Nothing will be the same? Surely not. Everything that was being consumed within the void-esque tornado was being drawn out in raw energy upon the outline of each of his wings in soft hues of blue, purple, gold, emerald, a prismatic view that began to burn those feathers right off their boned webbing and leaving two the appearance of two wings that mirrored the darkness of the sky, all the fragments of energy within the silhouette of such ethereal wings appeared like distance stars and each stars energy was being culled to another, soft hues of gold turning to purple when touching the would-be purple stars as emerald strands turn to blue and this was the first sign of the voids transmutation of magic to magic, he understood it all too well, the breakdown of energy and re-build. What would happen if she or another touched those wings? Only one person had ever seen this … and they had ceased to exist entirely.
The mythical Py’que Xur Zilv’arra was surfacing again and daring nothing but the break down of the world before her, he would even go as far as to bring the void right down atop of her. She would’ve remembered those idle vortexes when they had come here, well there were re-surfacing around them, tears in the physical fabric of space and time were beginning to rip the beach apart, far worse then anything any hurricane would ever do it.
Though! Some of those bottles were swirling around her from the stir of gravity and uproot of wing into the consuming void above, like he had opened up a black hole in the sky, the sky looked nothing more then streams of color trying to escape and swirling around in the mix, he would snag one of those bottles with free-hand in a snap like move, clawed thumb pushed against the neck of the bottle, snapping it off and spilling some of it’s murky, contents that smelled sweeter then any jolly rancher, and that spilled liquid too floated up into the sky as it would be consumed by the chaos he ensured. Bottle lofted up and broken edges mashed into his lips with a cock back of his head and she could’ve seen his Adams apples protruded with each gulp ‘fore he moved the bottle away to bring the back of knuckles along his cut up lips, tongue smoothed over them, smearing the blood like that of half-assed applied lipstick, the delicate flesh began to mend over as a singe trickle made it’s way to his chin and then when it went to drop … it would float off into the air as well. “Tell me, Keet’ahn’ahhh~ … when there’s nothing left of this world … would you dare to go back to void? Where we began?” Py’s skin darkened dramatically, like that of a Drow, key-lines of energy burned itself from within his core to come like the outline of the most depthly of crimson flames upon his skin and the tribal-esque and forgotten, archaic, markings of such hieroglyphic runes laid scorched upon his body in cosmic glows that matched only those of his eyes. Let’s not forget the curve of horns that would become apparent and the way they’ve churn over his Elven ears like a sort of protective helm. Tail froze behind him, he was waiting for something, like the feline-esque predator in the tall grass waiting for the gazelle to fuck up and take it’s last lap of water from a river.
Tao appeared out of thin air, much further from them, stepping out of one of those voids as he looked around and spoke to himself in panic as he failed his hands around. “Oh my! OH MY! IF I HAD A GOD, I WOULD BE OH MAI GAWD! Wait … isn’t that the Storm? … if this is how they play, I think I’m going to take a nap for the next few centuries.” The fox-boy got all boo-boo lipped and would simply watch from afar with those brightly glowing blue eyes. Tao could see what Py’ was daring to do … maybe Kyt’ felt it? The very binding of magic’s that were within her physical form, were slowly starting to be cut. Py’ was daring to tear her soul from her very body. He quickly disappeared, not liked how these two … played.
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