Vandarra Drakkhen

Vandarra Drakkhen (A Zelda OC for my rp group, but I can rp with anyone!) Semi-Selective. AU Multiverse Multiship.

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 Ominous presence and LOUD screeching

                {I guess you can ask me stuff. DIO’s mansion is very boring as of late.}

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mudaisms

Poor child.

Delegating her to a moniker befitting those younger then him. still deserved in her place because of her lacking ability. Amazing that she had the gall to believe she was anything close to the level of  perfection that he’d forced to make his own, made so powerless in the shortest span of time that could be known.

Fool.

Watching in bemused fashion as a scream was torn from your lips, made louder with each additional knife that carved a part of your body into a bloody mess.

Fall, fall, fall, ground the only fitting place to see yourself lain upon.

A new distance made to show the difference in position within this world, dust and dirt your betters in the world that DIO reigned.

Could she now understand how impossible it was to fight him?

The World slow in its removal from sight, eyes cast down as if the sight of you was saddening.

A greater challenge expected, only to be met with a fight that did not even deserve that title.

A slaughter.

Form slowly falling from the height it amassed, toes pointed down as both hands came to settle against his waist.

How else to demean her, before her life was his to obliterate.

Coming to touch upon the edge of a roof, heels holding careful to that position, the rest of his feet left to dangle precariously.

Without any movement in his body, however, tension keeping all movement still and perfect.

A gargoyle made of flesh, surveying the land he claimed as his own.

Watching so quietly as you found it within you to stand once more, some small measure of respect allowed to you for your efforts.

As if that would save you.

Jumping from my spot, ready to come down to pass judgement.

Halted by your reaction, uncertain in the ink that spit forth from your body. Not afraid, never afraid; simply uncertain.

A poison?

Calling forth the titan of gold, ready to stand fast and rebuke any attempt at attack.

Your words bringing a laugh to lips twisted and hungry, head shaking before you even finished your statement.

“You have brought me no entertainment, girl. Not before, and certainly not know. Already is it plain to see you are no match for me, any interest in testing your limits diminished from your lacking show of power.

No, your time has come to an end.”.

Oh?

-A sickening grin spread across my face, as I took several steps forward. Now standing in the middle of the desolate street.-

Because I was under the impression that I was.

I mean....after all, you are still here, talking to me. If I bored you in any way, you would have killed me long ago. Either that or simply walked away.

-It was a silly remark but I had a plan. And things needed to go my way.

This ‘form’ as one would call it was gifted to me by someone much more monstrous than the asshole of a man I was dealing with currently, and the being I used it to kill was even more so.

That being said, this form has a flaw. It requires me to be in close combat. The black liquid that drips from me is poisonous to vampires and if the liquid so much as touches the skin of another....the burning pain is like that of the sun.

Knowing I would have to put myself in harms way by being close to you, I was cautious. I know you have been doing something, using something, but I still struggled with what. What had caused all those things you did, to strike me so fast, my eyes couldn’t see. Super speed? I had heard of some vampires gaining that ability, but was that really the case here?

I stretched out my palms and pointed them at the ground underneath me. Maintaining eye contact with you, a faint red circle opened up around me and lingered for a moment before fading. Almost like it didn’t work. But it did. And I was armed.-

So, what is it going to be, oh mighty Dio? Will you strike me, down, like the urchin you claim me to be, or will you run and leave me in peace?

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Personality Disorder Test

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Used from this test

Paranoid | High Schizoid | Moderate Schizotypal | Moderate Antisocial | Moderate Borderline | High Histrionic | Moderate Narcissistic | High Avoidant | Low Dependent | Moderate Obsessive-Compulsive | Moderate

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mudaisms

Hand coming free from having a knuckle so deadly pressing against your stomach. a thought entertained to see the same act repeated, incomplete thought already turning The World to begin bringing its hand back once more.

Unable to complete the punch, though, attention suddenly turning from the doubled over figure to that of his own feet.

Was this her own doing, done in defense?

Or was it now an attack against him?

Either way, he no longer felt it necessary to deny her the extent of his power.

Fingers of gold tearing and breaking away the vines, no use beneath the oppressive force of The World, like that of paper being ripped and torn.

Stepping slowly forward from the circle of green, arms folded as eyes rose up to meet your look of fury, laughter already poised upon his lips.

“You truly wish to die? So be it.”

“THE WORLD!”

/Hands raising as if a sermon presented, snarl of anger seen by the other for nary a second before all came to stop.

Time left still; No time wasted to marvel at his ability.

Work had to be done, another’s place understood.

Jumping from his position so low, quick to be at her level.

One second had passed.

Already amassing ammunition to see her fall, twisted smile at his lips.

“You’ve made a mistake, crossing me.”

As if she could hear him.

Two seconds have passed.

Circling around her like a hound, both stand and user in sync as blade after blade was thrown towards her, stopping short milliseconds after having left the hands of either DIO or his Stand, a deadly sphere of pain encroaching upon the other.

Nowhere to run, to hide.

Four seconds have passed.

A final knife within his hands, settled back in front of her.

Hand brought back, temper flaring as he brought it rushing forward.

“Useless useless useless useless useless useless useless USELESS!”

Five seconds have passed.

Time resumes/

Impossible

A split second of time. That was all it was.

My eyes widening as a terrifying scream was forced from my lips. Trying to form words, my voice failed me as I was stabbed in the throat. And then more...more places....more pain. More knives were being stuck into my pale skin, spilling my blood.

Then the final knife struck. Slamming into a portion of my skull. A resonating crack being heard as it did.

With my wings riddled with holes, I struggled to keep a flight but to no avail.

I fell, and I fell hard.

My body crashed into a vendors tent. Causing it to collapse on top of me, in a pile of rubble, dust, and sand.

Several seconds trickled by as I bled out. Motionless but alive. If you could call it that.

Is this what it feels like? Uselessness..

I choked back a cough and blood leaked out of my mouth, my head injury doing more damage than it should have. Struggling, I pulled the knife out with a pained gasp; my hand shaking. Fuck

It had been quite a while since I had been dealt this much pain. Too long in fact. Not knowing pain had put me on a pedestal and I had become accustomed to being a creature above most.

But it had also made me weak.

By now, my wings had shrunk back into my skin and I cursed myself. How could I let this happen. Tch! 

I lay on my stomach in the rubble, a small opening giving me a view of the street. And as it did, a memory triggered within me. A hated memory. Of a time I was weak, taken advantage of by a higher being and led on a path to ruin. Of so much pain, it would have killed a normal person.

Slowly, I stood. I cant let this happen. I wont. Not again.

A vein of rage running so deep in me, that I felt something being triggered. Something I couldn’t avoid. Something I wouldn’t avoid.

Like the change of day to night, I stood from the rubble, not at all the same.

My eyes now turned into a sickly black color, devoid of all light. A thick, black liquid, leaking out of them. A thin slit of red soon becoming visible in that darkness and they darted up to your form high above me.

A thick, inky, black, liquid began to spill out from every hole you had put in me, pushing the knives out and staining my skin and clothes.

A black demon tail whipped around me, vicious and sharp. And while it was usually accompanied by my wings, they would still be damaged if I brought them out again. I would need blood if I were to use them. No matter.-

Dio, was it?

I do hope I could entertain you a little longer.

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mudaisms

“Oh?”

Ire so dominant in the words of one scorned, finally understanding that I had meaningfully spit upon your face to see what you would do.

How you would take the act of being denied respect; either lying down like a pathetic bitch, or rising from your cowardice to bare your fangs at the one who would break you.

Both options leaving little choice to regain your pride, or your life.

Shame you seemed so ready to raise the latter up as sacrifice.

Eyes cast back, opened only just enough to make a point of seeming surprised.

In truth, to watch you as The World came forward.

Unable to be seen by a weakling such as yourself, but so obvious to any other that had a stand of their own.

Fist of aurum coming so quick to drive into your stomach, faster than a bullet, harder than a truck.

Restrained only to keep from seeing a hole forced through your entire being.

“We’re finished here, my dear.

Now please, fall onto your knees and know your own incompetence.”

-Had I not been one of the undead, I was quite certain the pain would have been unbearable. Surely that....force, was meant to have me rolling in absolute agony on this roof or much worse.

Giving a pained cry, i doubled over, my face hidden from the world. I gritted my teeth and snarled in apparent frustration.

With hardly a second to lose and without a word spoken, a green magic circle glowed into being, only giving space for one, you. Out from the green light, thorny vines began to wrap itself around your legs, in an attempt to hold you in place.

With the magic in effect, I sought to distance myself from you, seeing that as the solution to your attacks. Bending my knees, I launched myself into the air. My wings catching the wind and taking me higher. As it did, my eyes ghosted over you, knowing it would not hold you for very long.

Good.

At the height of my ascent, my right arm raised high above me. A purple magic sprang to life between my fingers and as time went on, it began to grow in intensity, amounting to the size of a large beach ball.

Now with eyes full of fury and my attack readied, I gave you my reply.-

No.

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     –” I’m fully aware of my  w͎̰̾̓ͨ o̝̹̱̳͉ͫͩ r͋̄̈ͬ̚ d̲̤̪̫̞̒̄ͤ͋ s͑̓ͤ̿̅ͦ͢   ͈͇̣̈͑̌ and ͈̲̦̼̰͚̣ a̬͈͓̰ͬ͊ͧͮ͊ͦ̆ c̘͆͐̓ͬ̇̂ ť̗̰̞̜̞͆͋̐͑ i̸̮̜̦̯ͫ͌͆̈̄ o̢͇ͤ̍  n̨̝̞̙̲̩̂ s͙͛̏  ̺̩̝͇̜̗̍ͭ̑.”

 Such a half demon as hereself wasn’t suprised of anything. After all she’s met with many strange looking souls.  Her eyes shifted to the voice’s direction making her own gaze connecting with the unknown’s.

         –”….But if you find yourself uncomfortable feel free to leave-”

-As you spoke, a small smile formed on my face. It was almost subconscious as I glared at you from the corner of my vision.

Strange....

I thought to myself as your eyes connected with mine. A memory was brushing the edge of my mind but, when I tried to recall it, it was gone. I furrowed my brow in a second of confusion before giving up. It was only some useless memory, anyways.

Hmph. I must really be getting old.

My look of turmoil was quickly replaced by a short chuckle. An almost awkward one at that.-

.......uncomfortable? No that’s not what I would call it, child. More like surprising. It isn’t often you come across someone looking the way that you do, in this realm of humans. And even more surprising is that you aren’t afraid to be yourself. Even though I have only just met you, I do admire that.

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Sometimes one has got to become monstrous in order to survive.

Iris Murdoch (via asperitasrex)

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mudaisms

So interesting, to see the mind of a lesser being try so hard to find logic in a world that gave no easy answers.

Where the strong chose what shackled themselves, careful to not let that information be known to anyone but the most trust of subordinates.

Of which, she was not.

When an answer did not come, any thought softened to the point of inaudibility by a mind working so frantically, the peace was disturbed by a turn.

Not from her.

From him.

Back shown plainly to her, so wholly confident in himself to give up any defense as he stepped to the edge of the building.

“The next time you see me, I hope you remember to treat me with the respect I deserve, my dear.

Lest you be shown how quickly my power can break every bone in another’s body.”

-Too caught up in my head to realize you had walked away. To realize I was not strong enough to comprehend your power. I mentally cursed myself.

Fuck! How can that be?

I grumbled in frustration; flexing my fingers so that they cracked, nails lengthening to sharp, black points as I fixated my gaze on you once again.

It was true that only a moment ago I was struck in fear. Complete and utter dominance was being thrust upon me as I stood before you; a child in comparison to your sheer magnitude of being. But.

That was it. When I was standing before you.

It was clicking. Or so I thought.

Taking a confident step forward to replace the step I had taken back, it dawned on me. You had not only walked away from me, but you had also turned your back. An action that made my blood boil. An insult to myself as an immortal being. In my world, I considered myself at the top of society, the top of the food chain, the ultimate being with little equal. And You. You just....-

I͘ don͞’͏t b͝e̸li̴e͝v̢e ́we ͜wer̢e ̶fín̷is̷h̷ed̛ ̴h̀e͡re͘.....

-My speech darkened. Almost sickeningly demonic now and, had you turned around at that very moment, you would have seen my body trembling in pure rage.

But that wasn’t good. Emotions would get me nowhere. I couldn’t be hasty. No.

I breathed a hefty sigh, flaring out my nostrils as I tensed up.

In the end, my choice was made. I was going to fight.-

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    –” If you listen  R E A L  carefully,                           you won’t feel so  a l o n e -….”

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You know, girl, it isn't good to stay those things out loud..

-My crimson gaze fell upon the girl I stood next to. Shifting my weight on one leg, I leaned back a little. Crossing my arms whilst I contemplated the words shared.

She had said that, had she not? Hmmm.-

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mudaisms

There.

That moment of powerlessness denying you continued safety in the form of insanity, stripping you down to the scared creature that you are, overwhelming you with a notion that was as incredulous to think of as it was impossible to deny.

For the truth was right in front of you.

A truth that offered up a being with no equal, devoid of rules that held it back to the annals of history as someone to be forgotten in the time ever-after.

But, no one would erase the story of DIO.

There was no one with the power to do such a thing.

Lips curling at the quick turn to some past experience in hopes of seeing reason, himself being the only to know the truth that made his actions seem nothing short of magical.

Who would think that time was what defined him?

A second step back was marked with another step forward, space afforded by your action denied so quickly, and without remorse.

Feel fear and revel in it.

“And why is that? Are you afraid of what you will imagine? Afraid of the idea that I lord above all others?

Afraid that I will become a GOD?”

-An expression of fear crosses my face as you take a step closer in tune with my step back. My crimson gaze looking up to meet your golden one as it stares down at me.

A small moment of deja vu. Of the scene down on the street, with your.....your..

I furrow my brows, as I continue to stare at you. Something isn’t right here. What had really happened down there and....just now, with you..appearing...were they connected? Is that magic? How come I cant......fathom.

My frustration grows evident on my facial features. Thoughts and possible scenarios running through my head once again.

Seconds tick by and the night air between us becomes almost..... awkward.

Quiet and unmoving as I am lost in thought.-

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Oh?

Was she so taken aback by his statement that she saw reason to flee? Surely not; she seemed not the type to run away in a fit such as this.

Simply avoiding his gaze, than?

No way to tell, no reason to care.

Seconds of pause given in gift, the chance to draw back the GOD with any action made in promise, laughter spilling from atop the roof.

Unbelieving still?

Poor girl.

Question loud enough to be heard by many, most of all a being such as himself.

Why not provide a suitable answer?

“The World!”

/Power left only to him obeying his call as master and king, time grinding to a stop at the demand of DIO..

This was his domain now.

Knees bent, kicking off from the ground and propelling him up into the air towards the other, heel coming to settle gently upon the roof right in front of her, gaze piercing through her frozen form./

“Time resumes.”

Seconds once again allowed to pass by, knowing there was not a second between her disbelief and his sudden appearance so close, her mind only understanding that he was suddenly there.

How would she handle the blatant display of ability?

“I am one-hundred and twenty years old, and have spent most of that time trapped in a coffin at the bottom of the ocean.

I have had only three years to see my power grow, and have already surpassed all others.

Imagine me in another century.

Another millennium.

Imagine how small you look compared to me.”

-Not even in the blink of an eye, I felt your monstrous presence consume me. Startled by the pure shock of it, my laughter stopped. Taking a step back, tentatively, my eyes drift upwards to see you towering above me.

What the....fuck

There was no sound...no evident reason to why he was here. Here. Right in front of me.

My once incredulous laughter was now replaced with silence. A deafening silence, as I took in how a man....no, a vampire, could have just....appeared in front of me.

It is true I am no stranger to teleportation, in fact that along with portals is how I would move around in a large scale, if I needed to. But I doubt that is what you did. There was no magic at play here. At least magic I was familiar with. And I thought myself very familiar with it.

Trying my best not to stumble backwards, like some awestruck fool, although if I may be honest, that’s what I was, I took another step back.

I didn’t plan on running. Nor did I plan on fighting....but if and when the time came, I was certain I would have to pick one.-

I do not believe, I wish to imagine such a thing....

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mudaisms

“But of course. You have been asking, and I have been answering. But there has been no information for me to glean in return, making this decidedly one-sided in terms of who comes out on top.

And I have no interest in continuing a game where I am not treated as an equal.”

Aurum gaze narrowed as she gave away her own inability to care for the topic at hand, unsure if she was simply seeing if he would continue out of a desire to stroke his own ego, or genuinely held little care for it after all.

Hmph.

“Please. My ritual, as you call it, that allowed me to acquire the power to crush others beneath my heel was gained not even a century ago. By the standards of immortality, I am rather young.

And yet, far above any other that would dare try to share my heritage.”

-Listening to your words, I took several steps back, my form now disappearing from your sight. My arms wrapping around my stomach, as if I was in some horrendous pain.

Did he say, only a century? My pupils became small in my eyes as they widened in shock. Thats....thats..-

Impossible!Hah!

-A crazed laughter erupted from me as I nearly doubled over from it. A vampire that young, was already exuding that much power!? It was incomparable.-

You cannot be! Surely you are joking, Dio!

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mudaisms

There it was.

A net that caught another within it, a lacking explanation leading to the desired understanding of his own statement.

Purposefully left vague, to the point where any and all explanations could be both used and ignored, the answer itself sure to confuse and draw in her.

Of his own making, hah.

No less a lie then it was a truth, he had rejected his own humanity to see himself gain strength.

But it had not been of his own merit that he’d transformed his body to that of a stronger variant. All thanks to that mask, all those years ago. Still uncertain where it had come from, where it had been made.

Why did it matter, though, when it’s greatest creation needed it no longer?

Smirk at his lips, her question denied an answer without even a word spoken.

“And if I do mind? It would not be uncommon for one to find themselves against the idea of speaking in familiar terms with a creature that had failed to show them proper respect.

Nor do I find the explanation itself required to further my own goals, but instead, all it provides is an out for your curiosity.

And in what way would that benefit me?”

-An exasperated sigh escaped my lips as I looked down upon you from my perch. At least 5 stories above you and the street, I frowned.

Part of me knew you would say that. Part of me knew that your interest in answering my questions would end soon. Then again you probably had little interest in the first place.

Ah well. Guess I really didn't need to know. In the long run it would only serve as notes on a paper somewhere in my mind. Information I might recall when telling a story to a friend or something like that.

I shrugged and put my hands up, not really caring for once.-

When you put it that way, it wouldn't.

However, judging by your.....strength. Or whatever you did to me earlier....I would say your age must be older than mine, which means whatever ritual you ended up doing to yourself must have been a very long time ago, am I right?