silver tyrants and goddesses
11-08-2014, 12:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-08-2014, 03:56 PM by Empyrea.)
Curiousity drew the commoner toward some old pack lands, looking for any possible refugees from the fallen Apollyon empire. The twisted thickets of gnarled spirits were as cold and uninviting as ever. The pack had been claimed by the son of her own sovereign, Valentine. As the thought of the name reeled through the chasms of her mind, the harlot would hiss with venom, tail slashing the air in brief succession before slowing to a gentle sway with the eerie winds. *"Apollyon ? caduto, si rivolse a dell'Imperium. Eppure ci sono ancora sopravvissuti? Forse che l'imperatrice sanguigna e il suo tiranno disinteressato." Fluent Italian lyrics flowed from parted labrums, hushed and quiet, only meant for her own self to hear. The dreams of power and riches drifted, washing away her hateful thoughts entirely. **"Un giorno sar? la mia imperatrice." She had met the silver tyrant before, their encounter most interesting, Did the ghoul still haunt her old domain, or had she moved on with her carmine follower? |
*"Apollyon fallen, turned to the Imperium. Yet there are still survivors? Perhaps the sanguine empress and her tyrant remain."
**"Perhaps someday I will be my own empress."
11-08-2014, 03:36 PM
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? the elysius is indignant, enraged as the feminine perfume of an invader permeates the atmosphere of her misted realm. and the deity detaches herself from her carmine beauty?s enrapturing company with a knowing glower, velveteen lips fluttering to unsheathe the unslaked guillotines that lurk beneath in a silent promise of their unwelcomed guest?s demise. rugged appendages propel the tyrant queen beyond their grotesque chambers? threshold with an aura of ominous contempt as she allows the foreign fragrance to lead her directly to its source, strategically positioning herself downwind of the insipid harlot as triangular ears swivel towards the unknown specter once its accented vocalizations breach the reigning silence of her domain. and her brow yet furrows with confusion as she registers the name of her consort?s former empire upon the ghostly wraith?s tongue, curiosity the sole emotion left to fester within the chasms of her corrupted mind as she contemplates why. ?what of apollyon?? the phantom queen inquires, the cadence of her vocals retaining a hint of DANGER as she unveils her looming presence to the woman whose pallid appearance reflects her own -- albeit with a physique so unimposing { and appealing } in comparison to her own abhorrent and robust. beguiled indifference creeps upon her marred countenance yet her gaze is apt to maintain its disdainful frigidity as it bores into the other?s own violet, demanding answers that she will receive -- one way or the other. |
11-08-2014, 04:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-09-2014, 10:43 PM by Evelyn.)
And so the Elysius tyrant had stayed in her realm, unwilling to disappear, but it seemed she had been gone in the time it had been up for stakes. If anything in context to Imperium was mentioned and any member of the four she had in mind found of her encounters with this tyrant, it would be off with her head. Sharp incisors were openly displayed, lips peeling back with a hint of dangerous threat. The metallic and amethyst gazes of the two silvery womans would meet, the visage of the warrioress boring into her own. Amethysts gazed upon the tyrant, looking for any new scars if there were any since their last... encounter. This was quite the opposite of the former, the tyrant perhaps hoping to use the harlot for insider information. Maybe in future time, but now was not the best of times to open up vulnerability to herself, Arcanum, and Imperium. my actions | |
11-09-2014, 01:55 PM
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? suspicion leaks from pallid pores as she gazes upon the nubile whore, a singular brow ascending upon her grotesque countenance as she awaits the inevitable retort. yet as the harlot mutters a single syllable in response, thickly-accented vocals evading the momentary silence of their enigmatic surroundings, the tyrant queen glides into closer proximities to the wench, vexation boiling beneath her rigid exterior. ?is it,? the phantom states stiffly, pallid skull sloping faintly to her right with feigned curiosity as she drills the familiar woman with a stare so glacial. ?-- and what a short translation for such a lengthy statement,? the deity notes, bitter contempt lacing her cynical retaliation. yet she presses no further on the matter, disinterest prevailing through her skepticism. for her carmine beauty?s empire may have crumbled, yet their empress will once more reign supreme over the realm this harlot had infiltrated. velvet nostrils quiver to inhale the wraith?s scent, a frown chiselling indifferent features as she registers the familiarity of the aroma shrouding this italian minx -- the same perfume that plagued her once-sibling. ?you are cataleya?s pet?? she queries warily, indignance sluggishly festering within steel veins. ?you have no place here, dove, lest you intend to leave with spoiled beauty.? the threat is prominent -- true -- and the tyrant queen will cling to it relentlessly. |
11-09-2014, 04:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-09-2014, 10:41 PM by Evelyn.)
The elysian tyrant approached with a ghost-like saunter, venom etching itself onto her features, but she tried to feign curiousity, gaining absolutely no reaction from the white harlot. Amethysts remained hard, the deity boring holes into it with an eon of ice. The tyrant would slither away, harshness obvious on her maw, veldt nares flaring. A pet, she thought of her. my actions | |
11-10-2014, 04:55 PM
i feel a bit rusty so, if you've any questions, feel free to pm or skype me! my skype is MissAwesomeAly, dunno if i've added you before?
edit to specify maim, approved by saf!
edit to specify maim, approved by saf!
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? the porcelain harlot remains unfazed even as the tyrant queen lays waste to the distance that separates them -- the distance that ensured the minx?s safety. and the elysius? patience wears dangerously thin as her doppelganger refutes her claim, informing the deity of her own failures against the arcanum regime. ?then you are a weak slave girl,? the phantom?s correction is a deceptive croon, frayed lips contorting into a bewitching simper that briefly exposes serrated incisors to this subservient whore -- a subtle threat that the woman does not diligently heed. jaw clenches with vexation as insipid vocals continue to seep from the invader?s lips -- speech the former tyrant has no intention of regarding with further thought. ?no, dove,? the deity interjects, malice gleaming within her mismatched gaze as ardent pupils fixate upon the other?s own -- daringly. ?if you adhere to the commands of another, then a slave you remain.? her vocals are irrefutable and her irritation begins to seep through pallid pores as it becomes apparent to the elysius that the incompetent wraith has no intention of fleeing her realm as she had been demanded, an urge for assertive violence thus surfacing within the decadent chambers of her mind. despite the fury brewing beneath sullied flesh, once more her infamous smirk tweaks at the premises of her visage, warping her facial features quite criminally. defenses begin to settle into place as the tyrant queen decides upon the appropriate route to take with the insurgent before her, skull lowering defensively over her breast as her tail streamlines with the remainder of her spinal column, chin tucking against the curvature of her neck as her limbs spread equidistant apart and bend slightly at the joints to lower her center of gravity. toes splay beneath her mass, dulled nails grappling the earth to retain traction and balance as she distributes her weight evenly among her grounded appendages, abdomen then tensing as her ears sew against the contours of her lowered crown and her mismatched gaze narrows to feral slits. shoulders roll forward and her skull draws back some to safeguard her precious neck in a protective halo of excess flesh and fat, hackles prickling along the entire length of her spine as her jaws fall agape, lips peeling back to unsheathe the unslaked artillery previously concealed -- prepared duly for utilization. for the elysius will keep to her threat and ensure that the harlot?s beauty withers -- a warranted punishment for her foolish defiance against one whose supremacy is apparent. and the tyrant queen surges forward, hefty mass erupting from its stationary position in an attempt to close the four-foot gap [ooc: as confirmed by starry] lingering between she and her newest adversary with two bounding strides. her intent is to approach empyrea head-on yet slightly to her own left, hoping to position the jutted point of her own right shoulder blade in alignment with the center portion of the harlot?s lower neck, nearest the windpipe. and the phantom will attempt to ruthlessly thrust the jagged point of her right shoulder blade against this targeted area, desiring not only to crush the woman?s windpipe in hopes of winding her, but also striving to moderately bruise the tender flesh located there upon potential impact. in synchronicity with her attempt to drive her shoulder blade into the base of empyrea?s neck, the phantom?s skull tilts diagonally to her own left, gaping jaws seeking the pretty flesh upon her adversary?s right-sided { emp's right } visage. merciless incisors upon her upper jaw will strive to penetrate the area just beneath empyrea?s right ear { upon empyrea?s right-sided forehead } as the teeth upon her mandible will seek to penetrate the harlot?s right eye, hoping to permanently blind it so that she may perpetually spoil her adversary?s beauty -- as had been promised. yet the tyrant?s wrath is not limited to two attempted assaults, and thus, her left forepaw ascends from its position atop the earth, balance and weight shifting evenly between her three grounded limbs to accommodate the loss of stability in the fourth. the elevated left forepaw seeks to wrap about the outside of her opponent?s right forelimb, striving to hook around the area located halfway between the knee and the ankle in hopes of pulling the harlot?s right forelimb towards herself { artemis } and out from underneath the whore, intending to upset her balance and see her C R U M B L E. all the while, the elysius ensures that her defenses are secured, unwilling to allow this invader the utmost pleasure of victory. for PERMANENT SCARRING/MUTILATION TO FACE ONE of UNKNOWN attacks -- attempting to position herself slightly to her own left, intending to thrust her right shoulder blade against empyrea's windpipe, located at the center portion of the lower neck, in hopes of winding emp and hoping to cause moderate bruising. simultaneously attempting to latch on to emp's right-sided face, upper jaw seeking purchase upon emp's right-sided forehead and just beneath her right ear and her lower jaw seeking to pierce emp's right eye in hopes of permanent blinding. left forepaw lifting to hopefully wrap around the outside of emp's right forelimb, seeking to upset her balance. injuries -- none, first round. |