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| פּRoy | Mar 25 2018, 08:16 PM Post #11 |
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Falling, away from the light, drifting into the sea of darkness. It seemed an eternity until Roy reached the floor as he waded through this world of darkness, the light from her eyes getting further away but none the less brilliant. Still the seperation was painful, and her anger crushed him. Knowing that he'd made her so furious took the air from his lungs. Up until she pushed him Roy forgot that he was on a chair. He forgot that he was attached to the floor, even when he hit the solid marble below him it still didn't fully register. He only knew that he desperately wanted to remain in the light of her eyes, he was afraid that if he left it, he'd be trapped in the darkness for eternity. Roy craned his neck in order to stay within her gaze. He saw her pick up a chair and he imagined that she would hit him with it. That was alright too, he deserved it, he wanted it. So he didn't raise his arms, he didn't move. He just smiled, and for the first time it was a smile of peace. He was content, fully content to be slain today, and he almost ached for an end to his journey. It was fitting that it was by her hands. His beloved angel, his necessary devil. She would take his hand and lead him down the paths of eternity, and it couldn't come soon enough. |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Apr 2 2018, 07:01 PM Post #12 |
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Over and over again Dorn brought the chair down on Roy’s smiling face. She couldn’t handle it. His peaceful gaze was something too painful and foreign and threatening. A enraged scream tore itself out from her throat; followed by several other furious cries each time she battered him. ‘Why did you make me do this, Roy? Why? You knew this was going to happen but you did it anyway.’ Someone pulled chair out of her hands, Dorn dropped down to start beating on his chest. Broken sobbing accompanied the act and she continued to mentally chastise Roy. ‘You’re so cruel. This is how you defeat me? With your own death? It hurts too much and I’m ruined. You ruined everything! I was supposed to become A HIGHER FUCKING BEING AND YOU FUCKED IT ALL UP!’ Dorn was pulled off of Roy and restrained. She could only see his legs and feet as bodies gathered around him and got in the way. The problem was that if he died, she would regret killing him. Roy the good-looking, clever son a of bitch that dared to apologize. His death wasn’t welcome here. He shouldn’t have done those things, said those things.. Kicking and growling wildly, Dorn attempted to free herself to attack him again but whoever held her back was too strong. Angry tears spilled over and she sank to her knees. So Roy, was it? Roy of no-man’s land, come to town to dance around and say things and charmings and all of the lovely ladies. All of the lovely ladies yes, all of the lovely ladies. He said too much and knew too much and such and such and then he apologized. And then he apologized. How dare he how dare he. Why did he apologize? So he grinned and then he died. She killed him she killed him because he smiled and died he was dead and then died and now she was lie nothing more to say about it. So be it so be it. The castle is old but still functioning. Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, Apr 2 2018, 07:03 PM.
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| פּRoy | Apr 3 2018, 12:43 PM Post #13 |
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Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bangbang. Bangbangbang! "Just like that son. Every swing brings this piece of iron closer to a work of art. But keep those flames even hotter." "But dad. What's the point of heating it so much? I can already shape it and it would be way easier..." "Haha. For steel my son. Steel that is so much stronger than iron can only be forged in the hottest fire. So keep hammering, and keep the fire going, or it'll never be strong enough to keep you alive." Bangbangbang! BangbangBANG! Red liquid streaked down Roy's face as his head repeatedly struck the ground. Everytime he tried to lift it was smashed back down. Furious rage burned inside of Roy as this iron fell down on him, again and again without mercy. He was going to die. As the first strike fell Dorn's devilry ended, and Roy came back to his senses. A fierce horible scowl appeared on his face, growing with every hit that landed. But there was something that awakened inside of Roy, what Dorn's power had taken from him. The thing that made him cling to life, that which allowed him to weather the storm. A will of iron, a desire to live, an all consuming need to attone. There could be no peace for him, not yet. Floating in between life and death, the will of Roy's existence being tested more and more with each passing second, Roy knew he would do anything to survive. Not a single atom in his body accepted this fate, his entire being cried out against it. In a moment the banging stopped, replaced by a soft thud. Thudthudthudthudthud. "And now that you have steel my son all that's left is to give it a fine point." Thudthudthudthudthud. Roy's scowl was replaced by an expression of peace. His head resting on the floor as his blood pooled around him, merely accepting the blows as they came. Thudthudthudthud. All things stopped for a moment. His breath, the pain, the screams, time itself. More than Roy's will had awoken. Roy opened his eyes slowly as he felt himself being lifted up by helping hands. But he felt the hands before they touched him. Roy opened his clenched fist and raised his hand. The people behind him went down. He smiled and took a step forward. More people hit the floor, and he got closer and closer to Dorn, each step dropping the people to his left and to his right. When finally he was near her, he reached his hand out to grab her, and the people behind her fell flat. The people would live, but they would not move until he willed it. He grabbed her by her dress and pulled her into him. Kissing her roughly, the taste of blood filled the kiss, and it smelled like iron. |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Apr 9 2018, 08:27 PM Post #14 |
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Fragile was the way she stood as bodies fell. Tears slowed and her struggling stopped when Roy rose to his feet. Too far gone to reason his stirring aura, Dorn gaped at Roy’s dramatic approach. Nothing and no one could touch him. He was no longer the handsome stranger with a love of risk. That man was a damned force of nature. Never before he she seen such talent; Roy was fully in control the moment he gained awareness. Swift and terrifying. Except it wasn’t. It was Roy, and he was coming to save her. The most thrilling thing about the kiss was that he was still holding a fistful of her dress for it’s duration. It was powerful, sexy, and reassuring. Was she the maiden? It sure as hell felt that way. Gasping, she gave herself to Roy’s passionate take; filling her own hands with his hair. Dorn always did admire Roy’s unruly hair. “I’m sorry kiss I messed up kissyour face, kiss Roy.” She twisted herself into the moment in an attempt to elevate it. To define it. To gain some emotional fucking footing. Typically Dorn’s inner strength would kick in at a time like this; inspiring her to issue a challenge or insult. But a strange greediness dominated her thoughts and actions. No need to control the situation here. Roy was in control evidently. It was new and somewhat delightful. For now. “That kiss was seriously kiss hot kiss ust then..” Dorn’s body pressed against Roy’s harder, only this time it wasn’t a game. She fucking wanted it. Him. Them. “Roy.” Kissing him overruled all else and she abandoned her half-formed thoughts. Roy was the moment. The hour. The year. Did he have a last name? Did it matter? Where was he from? Did it matter? Roy kissed like a drunken Prince; dirty and raw and yet still courteous. Somehow a small blaze had started and the smell of smoke gradually got Dorn’s attention. “Take me somewhere, Roy.” The request was somehow audible despite her whisper in the chaotic din of alarmed cries. “I’m lost.” Edited by Gon.Pro.Hunter, Apr 9 2018, 08:29 PM.
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| פּRoy | Apr 10 2018, 08:12 PM Post #15 |
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Roy let her kiss him, only minimally returning the gesture. He closed his eyes as Dorn laid her lips on his and let go of her dress to place his hand on the small of her back and hold her in to him. Originally he had only kissed her as a token of his thanks, for playing a hand in awakening his latent potential. But he rather enjoyed the feeling of her body against his, as well as her sweet and tender kisses. His hand made it's way up her back and to her cheek, where he placed her head down on his chest. "It appears I'm a natural." Roy spoke confidantly as he gazed at his hand where his aura seemed to be flowing out. It surprised him that from the moment his aura awakened he had complete control over the basics. He knew them, he had studied them, and he had asked what each of the basic principles like. Listneing to their descriptions in great detail. But to feel that power flowing out of him and affecting the world around him was an entirely different matter. It was completely and truly glorious. He wasn't done growing yet, but he had fought his way into the world of monsters, devils, and gods. Standing amoong them, not as prey, but as one of them. Roy did not smile nor did he look at Dorn. Instead he looked over at the door, and lowered his hand to the back of Dorn's knees where he would pick her up and hold her in his arms. He began to move, slowly but confidantly out the door. He smelled the burning too, but did not register it. As Roy left the building the sinister force keeping the people down left them, and they slowly got up to their feet. Roy retracted his aggressive aura, and settled in to what he heard called ten. In his stupor of awakened power, Roy seemed horribly unaware of his surroundings, and yet he felt as if he had never percieved so much in his entire life. Roy made his way back to the hotel he was staying at, he had gotten one of the cheaper rooms. But that was no place to take a woman of Dorn's caliber. And so he made his way to one of the higher floors, ignoring any in his path as he guided them into an elevator. When they had reached one of the top floors Roy left the small compartment, and glanced over at a man dressed in an outstanding suit just about to enter his room. Roy's aura flared outwards again and all of the sudden he stopped without a word. His hand shaking as it held out the key to his luxurious suite. He approached him and slowly let Dorn back down on the ground. He hardly even looked at the man as he took the key from his hand and opened the door, escorting his lady inside. The poor man caught in Roy's aura collapsed as the door closed, covered in a horrible cold sweat. He gasped for breath a few times and then fled, never to return to this city again. As Roy entered the room he reached for one of the towels on the nearby table, and began to dab at his bloody face. Edited by Roy, Apr 10 2018, 08:17 PM.
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Apr 14 2018, 07:18 PM Post #16 |
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Easy was the feeling of his hold. Gentle. Simple steps and silent walk. He was ablaze and yet so tender. Controlled. Dorn wondered at Roy’s gift but said nothing and let her head rest against him as he carried her bridal style. It was fitting. Since the first moment she saw him, she knew Roy was special. Mostly because of how attractive he was, but clearly there was more to him and she had barely scratched the surface. Even if Roy was inexperienced with the power he just gained, it was likely he was a true master and would surpass her in no time. Dorn didn’t really care about being surpassed. She cared about what Roy was to her. Was he something meaningful? Genuine? Did she have to figure it out? The streets were of no importance as he carried her, the building was just another thing, the elevator a smaller thing, and then there was the man. A sickening feeling hung in the air. Dorn’s heart beat slowed in a preemptive attempt to sooth her. Something wicked this way comes. Burning cold sizzled into her skin and through. It touched her insides. It was a black she’d seen before.. something she guessed to be satan but by the limits of her comprehension. It was new and bigger than her. Deeper. Frightful and dangerous. Roy. It was Roy. As much as it didn’t make sense, Dorn couldn’t deny that it was the same aura from the café. She looked on with a childlike wonder as he smothered the other man in order to take his room. Roy was strong. Once inside, Dorn retrieved a towel from the bathroom and wet it’s folded corner. “Let me..” She murmured before touching the blood and grime from Roy’s temple. Her attempt to kill him with the chair had resulted in a lacerated eyebrow and several welts but nothing more. If he allowed her to, Dorn would continue to wipe his face and neck with care. “Not that you need it, but I’m willing to guide you with your..self.” Dorn had only spoken to one other person about the spiritual powers and he was a complete psychopath. Roy’s response might give it away, his perception. This could empower him or limit him, depending on what he said and how she reacted. Dorn knew in this moment she held a lot of power; Roy’s path was dangling from her fingertips. Naturally he would want to fuck. With skilled indifference she unbuttoned his shirt a little in order to clean him a bit more. If she felt his eyes move to her in that moment, she would play the wanting damsel, the subtle vixon, or some variation of the two. |
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| פּRoy | Apr 19 2018, 10:51 PM Post #17 |
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Roy allowed Dorn to dab at his wounds with the towel, and wrapped an arm around her waist while she did so. Slowly bringing her to him. There was nothing quite as good as having your wounds tended by a beautiful woman, even if she was the one responsible for them. Although as Roy stood still and grew accustomed to his newfound power the high started to wear off. He could feel the prickling sensation of guilt enter his heart and corrupt his soul. It was robbing him of his joy, and distracting him from a good time. He didn't want that to happen yet, though he knew it would. And he certainly deserved it. Looking into the white eyes of the beauty before him Roy knew of one way to delay those dreadful feelings. He felt her unbutton his shirt, and a small smile spread over his face as he raised his hand slowly up the length of her back. When finally he felt as if most of the blood was gone from his face, Roy's hand reached Dorn's neck and he pulled her even closer as his face descended towards her. He kissed her long and passionately, taking her in both of his arms and pressing her soft body to his. When finally he broke from the kiss he leaned his head forward and whispered into her ear. "Teach me." Edited by Roy, Apr 19 2018, 10:52 PM.
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Apr 21 2018, 07:35 AM Post #18 |
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His hand on her back was tender and his expression was hard to read. Dorn was about to ask Roy what was on his mind when his hand moved. He was stirring from the mental escapade. His touch was tolerable. Nice even. Too nice. Before she could tactfully removed herself from the intimate proximity, Roy’s mouth took hers. He was doing all the right things but it felt awful. Dorn endured the need to flee and rode out several waves of discomfort. What about this was problematic? She’d kissed hundreds of men..why was this any different? Even it was unique for good reasons, why was she so distressed? “Teach me.” It was the perfect excuse to distance herself and Dorn took it. “Very well.” She pulled away a little and squared her shoulders. Taking on a sage role would buy her some time to get her shit together. “Attack me.” Dorn readied herself for an instantaneous response although she predicted Roy would hesitate. Knowing him, he’d probably ask why but then again things had changed and they both knew it. Her aura formed a complete shield around her body while Dorn devoted a portion to hide that fact. She wasn’t familiar with the terms Ken and In, but she was able to practice them with ease. |
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| פּRoy | Apr 22 2018, 10:04 PM Post #19 |
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“Attack me.” Without taking a breath whipped out the knife from his sleeve and struck at Dorn with all that he had. He wasn't sure what the lesson was here, but it didn't matter he would obey his dark mentor. Using his disarming stream Roy's blade sailed through air towards Dorn, and impacted off of some kind of wall before it could even strike her. Knowing that she was a woman of vast experience, Roy imagined that she would be quite dissapointed if that was all he had. And so when the knife was flying towards her face he also launched a kick towards her stomach, once more deflecting off of that strange wall of energy. Roy's body flew back against the wall as he bounced off of her aura, aura that he hadn't even seen. That must be the usage called In. He knew of it, but had not yet tried it himself. In fact, he hadn't the slightest idea how to use it. If it werent for the fact that Roy had smacked his head he might have given it a shot right there. If he had to guess as to why he wasn't able to use that, it was probably because it hadn't been used against him. Something about using his aura to over power others had come naturally to him, it was as if he had done it before. He imagined it felt that way because his body experienced it's effects, and as his nen awakened it remembered what it was like to feel it, and he subconsciously replicated it. Natural though he might be (he assumed), there were still a few things that he would have to be taught it seemed. Roy fell down to the floor after hitting the wall, and noticed the woman before him stood completely unfased from his attacks. Well that was a bitch. Even with nen her damned aura was so staggering that he coulldn't lay a finger on her. Well, he was sure he'd get to lay a finger or two on her. But his point still stood. Smiling Roy tried to stand up and then noticed that his face was dripping blood again. He had bit his lip on the way down and didn't notice until now. Roy found the task of getting up quite difficult, perhaps it was the numberous head wounds. He had to reach out and steady himself against the wall just to regain his footing. With another person, in another time, he would have asked for a break. Or at least another kiss. But what could he say, he hated to dissapoint her. Despite how blurred his vision got, he wouldn't stop. Not until she was satisfied. Smiling through the blood and the pain Roy asked. "What next?" |
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| פֿGon.Pro.Hunter | Apr 25 2018, 08:39 AM Post #20 |
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It was pleasing to see how eager he was. Obedient. Yet Dorn felt a twinge of sadness for Roy’s dwindling purity. He was tainted sure, but it seemed as though his life path had been a trek towards goodness until that moment. Where was her glee at this? Shouldn’t she revel in the fact? Enjoy the ruin of another one of her victims? But Roy wasn’t a victim. Roy was different and she watched his descent with a trace of disappointment. As he slashed at her with remarkable speed, Dorn acknowledged his skill but it was still slow enough for her to observe without effort. Ah, how cute he looked when using that knife of his! Roy was a fucking attractive man, no doubt about it; especially when moving in to kill. There was something hot about hand to hand combat and Dorn couldn’t help but smirk a little. His body was spent by the attacks as well as the energy he spent back there in the café. Dorn watched as Roy struggled to stand and stepped close to him before reaching out to touch his face. “You’re done. Don’t try to please me, it’s not how you will learn. You are no form to continue right now, Roy.” Her eyes took in Roy’s many wounds and she let her hand drop to take his. “Come. Rest and I’ll tend to you.” If Roy cooperated, she would lead him to the bed where she would guide him to sit. Buttons would be unfastened the rest of the way, and jacket slid off. His shirt would follow and Dorn would take in Roy’s defined torso and arms in silence. He was more fit than she had imagined he would be. Slender fingers would loosen his belt and take it off, but Dorn didn’t remove his pants. Not only did she doubt he was injured from the waist down, but it was also a tease and she loved to watch men struggle with such things. That shit never got old. Pillows were arranged and pale hands gently pushed Roy to recline. If he made no effort to lift his legs, she would drag a chair over and prop one on it. She wasn’t strong enough help him lie down as much as he would need and that would have to do. A moist cloth was applied over and over to his face and scalp; she ran her hand through his hair several times to find the source of his bleeding. Dorn was growing weary herself. Once she was satisfied with Roy’s status, she went to the bathroom and undressed. Who was this person in the mirror? Someone “beautiful”, she supposed. What a fucking joke. She showered and climbed into bed alongside her new student. He was warm. |
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