#devil-exile

[queen0fkingss]

V is for Valiksis 8b

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Valiksis isn’t too noisy during, or at least she tries not to be. She does make some quiet sounds though, and she doesn’t really get noisy unless her partner is being a little rough with her and she’s still enjoying it. Though normally she’d prefer a slower and softer pace. Normally though she’ll likely make some little gasps if someone hits the right spot, and some really soft moans to let them know she’s still enjoying it.

[queen0fkingss]

[[So I’m still really m e h over Valiksis right now so... Idk if this is gonna be it for her or not but it’s a start I guess.]]

She had to keep telling herself that she chose to go on this mission.

Valiksis cursed under her breath, Ether hissing out of a breach on her helmet. It was the only noise, save for her ragged breathing. She sat against a wall in a closed off room of an old human building, the door barred just in case. Devils, ruthless as always but... she'd always been lucky and any trouble she'd gotten into had been escaped with minimal injury. She enjoyed that she was doing her part as a scout but... right now all she could do was think about how screwed she was.

She'd been part of a small platoon of scouts, spread across a wide area to spy on the Devils. She was given one partner and whatever weapons she wished to carry, as well as a communications device, but only for short range transmissions. With a primary hand covering the nasty wound in her side from a scrape against a small patrol of Devils. She'd been caught unaware and just barely escaped with her life but that luck was soon running out.

She shifted, grimacing and whining in pain when the movement disturbed her wound as she reached for her communications device. She was feeling light-headed now, and knew why when she saw the pool of her blood on the floor. She could also her heavy footsteps and angry growling. If they were smart, they were likely following the trail of blood she left. Which meant she had little time.

She pressed a button on her device, trying to keep the fear out of her voice.

"If anyone hears this, I'm sorry." She failed to keep the pain out of her voice, though. "I wasn't careful enough. My partner and I were caught by a patrol of devils, he gave his life to let me escape and it seems like it was in vain." She paused, looking up when the talking outside became louder, more alert. More angry.

She couldn't keep her terrified gasp down, her voice cracking into a sob. "They're going to find me, I've lost so much blood and I can't move. Whoever gets this, tell Sevoriks I'm sorry, I wasn't strong enough... Kinsis, watch over my babies for me-"

She was interrupted, gasping in terror when the door that kept her attackers at bay was hit. The wood splintered and creaked against the weight. She was scared, she didn't want to die, but... A second crash snapped her out of her daze, and her shaking hands clenched her device harder, unable to hide the shaking of her voice, the absolute fear she felt.

These were her last moments.

"Sirhis! I... I... I love-" The last crash drowned the rest of her words. A crash signaled the device being dropped, an angered roar echoed through. The next sound was the sound of shock blades being activated. There was a strangled cry as she was grabbed by her cloak, and her cry turned into heavy gasping as two swords were plunged into her chest, cutting through armor, slicing through skin, muscle and bone like she was nothing.

The last few seconds of her transmission was the thud of her body hitting the ground, and the sigh of her very last breath.

[queen0fkingss]

“Pain is weakness leaving the body” For Valiksis

4. with a concussion

When she came to, Valiksis could hardly focus. The room spun, her head pounding, heart racing. Cale had left late last night, making sure all was well and that she and her whelps would stay warm for the evening. The fire had easily lulled her into a restful sleep, probably the best sleep she had in ages it felt.

She woke to noises outside, though. Feet crunching through the snow. How she heard it over the wind and crackling of the fire, she didn’t know. Instinct perhaps. She’d blinked away the sleep she felt lingering and curled around the twins a bit more, as though to hide them from view. Then she heard the voices, muttering, but she couldn’t understand what was being said over the outside noise. But she didn’t need to understand when she saw a figure come into the entrance nearby.

At first she thought it might have been Cale, but a breeze came into the cave, letting her catch the horrifyingly familiar stench of her former House. Valiksis shifted, moving to get between the intruder and her whelps with a growl. This man was obviously a Captain, maybe even a Baron, and he looked down at her with a scornful glare. He approached fearlessly, which frightened her as she backed up, still shielding her whelps and not looking away. And finally, she dared to muster the courage to speak.

“Who are you?! What do you want!?” She demanded, and he stopped, eyes scanning the room, scenting the air and not bothering to answer her. But then his sight landed back to her, narrowing dangerously.

“Seems the rumors were true.” He grunted, and she realized his eyes weren’t on her. But on the little lives behind her. She moved into his line of sight, hiding her babies with a hiss, and hearing little whimpers behind her in reaction to her stress. “You are the mate to Captain Halsis, the one who survived this damned wilderness long enough to have his whelps, no?”

Silence was his answer, and he nodded. “Very well. We have no use for you, anyway.”

The last thing she remembered was the stranger charging at her, and a sharp pain in the side of her head. She’d lost consciousness to the cries of her whelps. Now she was awake again, scrambling to her feet and swaying as the world blurred in and out of focus. Still, she staggered toward the mouth of the cave, sobbing, fearing the worst.

The wind brought her a familiar scent, and she fell into the snow, sobbing and too weak to get back up. She knew it was the guardian who looked after her, and she didn’t hesitate to scream out of her grief, hearing it echo through the barren valley.

“They’re gone! He took them!”

[obsidianbornhouse]

Scavengers encounter

The soft foot steps of a cloaked figure echoed out in the low light of the early morning in old Russia, the cloak figure materialized after a few more feet, deciding to deactivate his cloak and make it easier for him to sort through any useful pieces of tech he could find among the wreckage of a old human helicopter. The lone individual was a dreg, wearing a black and blue colored armor with white accents. The dreg had what looked like a kind of hood/scarf that he used to keep his face covered from the cold biting winds that whipped their way through the metal graveyard.  The hot air from his breath puffed out as he did his best to catch his breath, those eyes of his glancing around slightly from behind shadows of his hood. He was armed with nothing more then a shock pistol and a shock knife, he had tried other weapons, but nothing else ever really felt right to him like a shock pistol and knife, and it made it easier for him to carry around more scrap and scavenged tech, he had what looked like a worn out back on his back as he moved to another wreck, jumping it in and combing through the insides, gutting what he could from the machine, what he thought could be useful for one application or another. He held up what looked like a helicopter flight helmet of some kind and pulled his hood down, revealing the features of a Dreg with what looked like to be some kind of ether mask on his face, the one thing that seemed to stand out on him, was the two cybernetic limbs that he had, that took up both upper arms from the shoulders down, he examined the helmet for a second before putting it on his head, he pressed a button on the side of the helmet and the visor flipped down suddenly causing him to jump sightly, the helmet clattered off of his head as he backed up out of the wreckage.  He turned and pulled his hood up over his head again when he noticed the glow of a fire, he cocked his head to the side slightly and activated his active camo and began to make his way towards the source of the fiery glow, curiosity seemed to win out over caution, as much as part of him warned him it could of been Guardians, even then he still felt a pang of curiosity, Mattivius was no warrior, he knew that much but he knew as long as he kept quiet and his moments to a minimum he could easily find out what the source of the fire was and be gone in a flash.  @devil-exile

[yaviks]

you again?

@devil-exile

It was only a small ride from her shelter, but the blizzard was getting worse. She'd known that the sky looked like snow was coming, but Yaviks had thought that she'd have more time than this. Even though she couldn't see much of anything, she still attempted to get home, riding an old pike that she used for transportation even in the midst of a whiteout.

At least, until she heard a small 'bang' coming from the vehicle under her. Yaviks hissed, having a bad feeling settle over her as she pushed it forward. The bad feeling turned out to be warranted, however. Even when she tried to go faster, the pike only began to slow down. More and more... until it stopped completely.

Muttering a string of curses under her breath, Yaviks hopped off of it quickly, trying to poke and prod to figure out what was wrong. But it was near impossible, already chilled to the core from the weather and covered in a thick layer of snow. Her sharp teeth chattered against each other, and she finally gave up for now. She needed to take shelter before the weather killed her.

Leaving the Pike where it was, she grabbed her bag of supplies off of it and began to wade through the deepening snow, towards the nearest broken-down building.

[sevoriks-blog]

closed thread with @devil-exile

Time outside the Ketch seemed to fly by. Sirhis had been a major part of the scouting division, leading many others through the difficult terrain and secret areas for the best possible outcome of their attacks. He'd kept busy, often finding himself thinking of those back home. More specifically, Valiksis.

He kept in touch with her when he could, generally any point he could during the beginning. Made sure she was doing alright and no complications with her pregnancy. It was unfortunate that he was away, but he knew it was for the best of the House. And the House always had priority.

Eventually Devils caught on. The Ketch had to be moved. Initially they tried another location on Earth, but it was still too dangerous. Sevoriks ordered the ship to leave, and instead the Scars Ketch hung back, around the moon's orbit for the time being. Scars didn't spend a lot of time in space, so it was unusual for those aboard it. Sirhis seemed more occupied around that time, his assistance needed much more now that Devils were retaliating. He stopped scouting and started fighting, along with most of his squad. He found his mind still wandering to Valiksis. Worrying about her. Missing her.

Missing her? That seemed a little extreme. They hadn't been together in person for very long, but some of their transmissions had lasted quite some time, especially if he hadn't been needed that day. He was getting to know her pretty well. But still, missing her? He was just blowing his feelings out of proportion.

And then one day, his messages stopped. Not a single warning. As more time passed, some of the troops started coming home, the attack on Devils towards the end its life. But still, nothing was heard from Sirhis.

[scarsbyfate-blog]

“hurt me”  starter for @the-queen-of-kingss with Valiksis

(aka u asked for it)

Everything that could have gone wrong did at the very last minute.

Salrin didn't understand how. One thing snowballed into another. The whelps had come too soon. Valiksis' body wasn't ready. It was Mothriks all over again! Damn, she saw this coming! She should have done more!

Deep down, Salrin knew she'd done everything she could. Everything had been fine up until the last few days, and there wasn't any time to fix what had already been set in motion once the labor hit.

Hours of blood and pain and screaming. Valiksis has survived... her whelps, another story.

The son had been stillborn at birth. And the daughter wasn't going to last long. Even with ether, she was fading quickly. The birth had been too bad, and the child was weakened to a point not even all the ether in the world could probably reverse.

The medic made her way towards the back room that Valiksis was being kept. She was on heavy medication to at least save her life, even if the whelps couldn't be saved as well. But as Salrin entered, it appeared she was at least conscious.

Her eyes averted, swallowing. This was the part of her position that would never get any easier. "It's getting worse..." She said, telling her directly, but a tone more gentle than most ever heard from Salrin. "She will survive for a few more hours on the life support, but... there's nothing more that can be done."