Gateway to Hell
07-23-2014, 04:35 PM
before they even know what I've come here for Large ebony paws pressed into stone as Charon paced along. He had come across a lovely river of lava and was now taking some time to admire it. His foot knocked a twig into the deadly stuff, causing a brief burst of flame which was reflected in his golden eyes. He was drawn in by its deadly quality, by the way it seemed to burn him when he got too close. He enjoyed the pain. For where there was pain there was power behind it, and this river was just overflowing with power. Claws screeched deliberately as he walked, still staring into the blazing depths of the lava. His eyes were beginning to ache from its brightness, as if he had been staring into the sun, and when he looked away for a moment he was thrown into darkness. His eyes were blinded to everything around him, stunned into uselessness by the flame of the river. So the behemoth sat, the flames on his legs sparkling in the evening light. Charon squinted as he tried to find another object to thrown in. He craved the display of power. He thrived on it. And soon, he found what he was looking for. There, in the comfort of the shadow, a pathetic little mouse was sniffing about. The muscular black beast rolled his shoulders for a moment, waiting to strike. Then he lashed out, crushing the rodent in his jaws but not quite killing it. Such was his way. He loved to torture the little creatures. Charon leaned precariously over the edge of the stone, trying to drop the mouse in slowly. But soon the pain of the searing heat was too much for him, and he just let the stupid thing fall. It landed ass first, boiling in the stuff as it screamed for mercy. Charon laughed, his deep voice echoing off the stone. Unfortunately, mice don't live very long when they're burning in a river of hell. The screaming ceased, and so did his laughter. Then he was bored again, waiting for something new to come along. Who would be his next hopeless victim? |
07-23-2014, 05:16 PM
The ivory sadist would find herself around the more barren parts of Alacritis, finding a liking to the river of hell that flowed around these parts. It seemed like a good throne to the firey Warrior Queen, she only deserving the best, of course. A laugh would greet her ears as she made her way into where the waterfall of inferno was located, her violet and golden gaze landing on a large ebony male with flames that kissed up around his body. He was quite attractive, and Anzhelika liked the vibe he was setting off to her. The creme painted babe would seat herself next to him, smacking his ebony rump with her ivory and sandy colored tail. "Well hello there, divine one," she would say with a seductive purr, violet and golden gaze quickly flicking to the river of hell as she waited for the brute's response.
Warning: This character is prone to cursing, possible maim, fighting, and claims. If you choose to RP with this character, do it at your own risk!
07-23-2014, 06:03 PM
before they even know what I've come here for His next choice of prey would arrive soon enough. As he watched the last of the mouse remains burn away in the flame, a feminine scent drifted to him on a gust of ashen wind. His pelt stirred for a moment in a tight wave of ebony fur, and his starving lantern would search for the source of the lovely smell. There he saw a little ivory temptress who walked with a confident saunter in her step. Just his type. Charon bared his teeth in a deadly grin as she came to sit by him, playfully smacking his ass with her tail. The brute then snarled, pinning down her forepaw with his own and leaning in close as she spoke. If she dared to lean away, he would trap her completely. This was her warning. His dark face grew ever closer, gold markings flashing under his eyes as he replied to her seductive greeting. "Hello yourself, my tasty little bitch. It's nice to meet someone who recognizes a god when she sees one..." The purr rumbled deep in his throat as he moved quickly down to nip at her throat. One more snarl tore through his chest as he followed it with a venomous kiss. "Remember the name. I am Charon Olympus. Who may you be, temptress?" He really didn't give a fuck what her name was. But if he acted a little friendly, maybe she wouldn't put up as much of a fight... |
07-24-2014, 11:33 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-24-2014, 02:21 PM by Anzhelika.)
She would growl and pull away from his touch, snapping her jaws near his muzzle as her ivory daggers dripped poison. She didn't like his attitude, or the way he was treating her. A Queen like her deserved at least a bit more respect. She would push into his chest and shove him aside, a snarl ripping through her throat. She would growl and snap her jaws on his tail, tugging it and thrashing her head around, attempting to get at least some blood drawn. She would let her jaws let go of his tail, whispering in his ear. "Maybe you should treat a Queen like me with more respect." She would quickly jump up on her hind legs and snap her jaws shut on his ear, thrashing her head around, attempting to yank off a chunk of his ear, she would distribute her weight evenly between both of her hind legs, scruff and hackles raising as her core tensed. Her eyes narrowed into small slits and her claws dug against his scruff and in the ground for added balance. Her tail and skull aligned with her thrashing spine, and her joints became loose for easier movement. Her head would continue to thrash around as she attempted to take a chunk off of his pretty little ear.
Warning: This character is prone to cursing, possible maim, fighting, and claims. If you choose to RP with this character, do it at your own risk!