Welcome to Hell.

[Luna_Wolf72]

A twin drifts through the entrance into Hell proper, bare feet, nude, hair wet. Each step on hot rock is met with a the sound of sizzle, of cooking...alas, it is not her flesh that burns, though she might wish it be otherwise.

She does not stop at the bar, she does not stop by the bed. She does not speak, does not look, does not turn her head nor lift her nose for a quick look see of who is to be found here. She walks~painfully, slowly, wrapped in the darkness of her aura and disappears, heading down to her heart home.

Wrath.

She has to get some focus. has to find some words. She just doesn't see how that will happen. Anytime, soon.

 

[IvoryTigress]

A flash of the wolfling catches the tigress' attention. She does not follow. She does not intrude. But she blows a kiss at the woman's back as she walks by. The image of a tiger prowls within the shadows behind her, a silent guardian to only appear when needed most. A reminder...

 

[DariusD]

A bemused expression, unburdened by anything resembling a limited morality, flashed across the man's face. Sight of naked flesh, open and honest appreciation from all those around? He found himself liking this Tigress, despite her silence. In her actions, he judged her equal in spirit to the two he'd found thanks to the word of a friend.

It was a shame, he mused, that the angry wolf had not dallied. Though he understood: the words were master to all who wove them.

 

[IvoryTigress]

The Tigress turned to face that bemused expression, a guarded curiosity within the emerald gaze that flashed beneath her hood. She nodded once to him out of politeness before she stepped back into the shadows, a sleek and agile form making her way back to the common room.

 

[DariusD]

It came as a whisper of scent, sweet and musky and masculine, and in its wake, the chair was filled with his presence again. Now, he lounged in a dark blue shirt with no markings, as always enjoying the tightness of the cloth across his chest and arms. Or, given his size, perhaps not so much enjoying it, as enjoying the fact that his tailored clothes didn't billow and make his stomach look anything but flat. His exercise pants, stripped in red down the sides, matched the shirt. His hard expression had a hint of smug satisfaction behind it and, as he lounged there, it was clear that he was quite relaxed, as though he'd just completed some intense task. Once formed, he looked around, wondering if any would join him.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Brown girl.

Looking herself over.

Curves~an improbable amount of curves. A bane to her existence. It bothered her. This inability to lose some of the curvaceousness. It didn't fit how she saw herself. Didn't match what she was in her head.

So, she slipped into clothes to hide the curves.

Baggy indigo men's jeans, hitting just above the rise in her ass. Black boxer briefs that lay against the softness of a belly that had birthed children but hadn't as yet run to fat. A black sports bra, one size too small, to contain the heft of overly large breasts, so they wouldn't sway. A black tee shirt, cut a trifle too big. Black leather timberland boots, size 4.5~boys. A black leather belt, sized for a man's medium with a few holes added.

A black paperboy cap, to cover the short curls that didn't behave no matter what she did to them.

Now up...from Wrath. Muscled thighs flexing with each step, calves bunching and relaxing, arms swinging in the rising heat...until she reached the level that opened up into the main areas, the common rooms.

Honey brown eyes glanced around, seeing a masculine form, reflected by firelight.

She gave a nod, a slow smile, before turning and heading for the bar.

"You know the drill. Bring it all to the fireplace."

Alto, husky from disuse. almost 6 hours in the real world since she had bothered to speak a word. She turns, stiffly, and heads for the chair which has, suddenly, popped into view. The tray containing her drink fixings of choice soon settles onto a near by table.

She flops into the chair, left leg tossed over the chair's arm. Right foot planted firmly on the hot stone of this areas floor. Small, slender fingers prepare her drink. And soon enough, she is sipping and gazing into the red gold flicker of flames which beckon her into their depths, like a lost lover.

 

[IvoryTigress]

The Tigress looks over the man seated in the chair on the level of the common area beneath her. She balances on the railing, one booted leg dangling over it casually. She had been been lost in a written world of her making before he had reappeared. She still said nothing, as he had not either.

A scent catches her attention, a shadowy cat returning to her side, leaping into her body where it had come from. Knowing the wolfling had returned, the Tigress watched from above closely. The bar reminded her that she probably could stand to drink something. She was constantly forgetting that her body needed certain things to run properly. Instead of using the stairs, she dropped down from the railing, keeping her knees from locking so she could absorb the shock. She nodded her head to Luna as she sat down before going to lean a hip against the bar, requesting a bottle of water.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A feeling like something additional has peeled away.
A scent like fur and musk and sage and vanilla before lithe, limber, small framed body lands, gracefully, upon the stone of the floor.
That body moves toward the bar.
Head tilts as the brown skinned one sees passing paleness.
A smile, of acknowledgement.

Another drink prepared.

 

[DariusD]

Calculation. It showed briefly on the man's face as he took in the actions of both Luna and the Tigress. Every stitch of cloth he saw on Luna, the way she carried herself, bespoke a layered truth. There were questions there, questions that offered themselves like ripe, dark plumbs to be reached for. But he was not the sort of man to chase. Still, he was a curious, sometimes impulsive creature. But only when the iron hand of his self control wavered.

It was not, not this day.

From Luna, he took in the Tigress. Supple movements, a hint of hungry magic about her. She seemed restless to him, not wrathful the way Luna was. No, the Tigress was a predator, he surmised. Though the man wore his assertive power like a mantle, there was an appreciation in his gaze at meeting a fellow predator.

Sometimes, the cant of his head and his dancing eyes said, it was fucking fun to wrestle.

 

[IvoryTigress]

She opens the bottle, taking a quick sip. She studied Luna closely for several long moments before setting the barely touched bottle on the bar and pushed off it. She walked up to Luna's chair, sitting down on a coffee table in front of her. She pulled her hood back, brunette locks pulled back into a ponytail swaying just slightly along her shoulder blades.

She reached into one of the cargo pockets of her black BDUs and pulled out a box. She offered it to Luna.

A gift. To remind you of all the things you are, when all the mirrors and voices in your head lie to you. I know that feeling. I know it well.

Within the box is a blade. It was strong, sharp, and undeniably beautiful.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The second drink is prepared, tossed back. The shot glass placed with steady fingers upon the tray next to the chair. She allows her head to tilt, just slightly, eyes fixing upon the male that her twin seems to enjoy getting to know. An upward quirk of a top lip, turning full lips into a small grin.

"Hello. Tis good to see you in Hell again."

The voice is soft. Melodious. Husky. A trifle deeper than usual. Alto and whiskey tinged. The chair rotates slightly so that she can see both the male and her friend, Tigress. Eyes move, back and forth, going from masculine and well muscled to lean and limber.

The dissonance of it makes her grin, wider.

"How are you?"

The gift. It brings tears. The words take the patina of strength she was trying to wear like a second skin and smashed it on the ground. Words again, even softer.

"Thank you...love."

 

[IvoryTigress]

Her ears twitched just slightly as the hairs on the back of her neck rose a bit. She could feel the pulse of the man's gaze studying her back as she sat before the wolf. She could feel the assertiveness pouring off him in waves. She had recognized him for what he was upon first seeing him. She did not turn to face him, though. She seemed content to let him have his fill of the view she offered with just her mere presence.

 

[IvoryTigress]

A soft smile touches her lips and she only nods her head once in acknowledgement.

You do not thank me, Luna. I don't like seeing you sad.

 

[DariusD]

"And to see you, M'lady," the man replied, resonant voice carrying a hint, a note of something that was not quite potent enough to travel the length of the room. He was a newcomer here, after all, so he seemed content to watch.

 

[Erlind]

I appear from somewhere lower down than this place, though I make sure it’s impossible to tell from where. Still, last final wisps of white and melt bits of rime may betray me. I’ve always preferred the cold. Jeans, boots, t-shirt. None are really enough for where I was, but enough for here, just as I prefer. I watch a wolf.

Her clothes aren’t there to be sexy, but damn is she sexy in them. They are honestly fairly plain with the appearance of being there for comfort more than anything, but she still manages something alluring in them. I wander up behind her, shielded by the din of hell and perhaps the scent of fire and people. The fire dances beautifully in her eyes like it belongs there. She moves and I step back in shadow out of the way. To me it had been sudden, but the motion is fluid.

Maybe there are too many people in hell tonight. It is good to see the world populated, and not by the shadows we make, but I don’t always do well with so many. I am slow and the world gets faster with more people in it.

It takes me some time, but I finally make my way to the bar. A beautiful blade has changed hands.

“A fitting and gracious gift if I’ve seen one,” I say feeling like there are many more words owed to this collection of people hanging in hell, but unable to supply.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A soft smile touches her lips and she only nods her head once in acknowledgement.

You do not thank me, Luna. I don't like seeing you sad.

Honey brown eyes gaze upon the face that she remembers, a bit of wistfulness~there and gone, almost without note.

If sadness were the end of it, Tigress, I would just hand someone a strop and tell them to whale upon my flesh so that I could cry.

A crooked grin, almost fragile.

Alas, I find myself unable to do that with any degree of sincerity...since mostly what I want to do is rip into someone else's flesh as if they were a full course meal...and I was on the tail end of starvation.

A sigh.

Head turns, a dimple popping momentarily into view. Attention given to the man that sits there so calmly upon his chair. A throne in the making.

"And to see you, M'lady," the man replied, resonant voice carrying a hint, a note of something that was not quite potent enough to travel the length of the room. He was a newcomer here, after all, so he seemed content to watch.

His voice contain a subtle hint...a bit of softness. Like a long missed accent served up on a platter and given with a wink and a smile. Tenor, reaching into the deeper registers on certain syllables...and soothing.

"You were gone most of the week...or at least I didn't see you in my journeys. I assume you were busy with work and whatnot?"

One small hand, slender fingers, gropes for the hand of the Tigress. She has some strength to lend and the brown skinned one...needs it.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I hear...and scent...E.

Masculine. Hard. But soft. A giver of comfort when I need it.

A play mate, a chew toy, at least a time or two.

I had missed him.

Honey brown eyes watch him as he moves along the edges, blending with the shadows, seeming to merge with them...without thought.

A result of his...training.

"I have missed you, E. A hug for me? Please?"

 

[DariusD]

"You were gone most of the week...or at least I didn't see you in my journeys. I assume you were busy with work and whatnot?"

Darius rolled his hand in a smooth gesture, one that revealed numerous calluses. "Two jobs, plus assorted responsibilities. I've glanced in often, but seen a lull over this place." He paused, pursing his lips. They were already expressive and ripe, those lips, but the motion drew attention to them. "In addition, I've found this space lacking in what I need." He considered his words, then shook his head. "Not this specific place, perhaps. But few here are worthy of my curiosity, and those few playmates I've found are slow to respond. Perhaps it is the way of this space, to take many days?" He smiled softly. This was a man who enjoyed savoring something, who prided himself on patience. But some things needed doing in a timely manner.

That said, Darius turned his attention to the other man. He nodded, briefly, acknowledging the new presence, without stirring from his chair. It was always interesting to meet the ensconced members of this community.

 

[IvoryTigress]

Upon seeing the hand reach for her own, she entwines her fingers with that of the wolfling. Sensing a need for comfort and a need to feel strength, the Tigress slips her body off the table and turns, sitting her body on the floor in front of Luna's chair. She places Luna's hand on her bare shoulder and rests her own over top of it. She raises her gaze to Darius for just a moment before her attention is drawn to one she has not seen. She bows her head politely him, offering him a soft smile.

 

[Erlind]

I chuckle softly and tell her, “As if I could deny you that, Luna.”

Stepping up to her I take her in my arms and hold her close. I provide comfort when I can in whatever ways I can. I step back, not want to crowd the tigress. Powerful women are not always wise to crowd when you don’t know them.

“I missed you too, as always Luna. I’ve been around, I just have a poor sense of timing I think.”

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Darius rolled his hand in a smooth gesture, one that revealed numerous calluses. "Two jobs, plus assorted responsibilities. I've glanced in often, but seen a lull over this place." He paused, pursing his lips. They were already expressive and ripe, those lips, but the motion drew attention to them. "In addition, I've found this space lacking in what I need." He considered his words, then shook his head. "Not this specific place, perhaps. But few here are worthy of my curiosity, and those few playmates I've found are slow to respond. Perhaps it is the way of this space, to take many days?" He smiled softly. This was a man who enjoyed savoring something, who prided himself on patience. But some things needed doing in a timely manner.

That said, Darius turned his attention to the other man. He nodded, briefly, acknowledging the new presence, without stirring from his chair. It was always interesting to meet the ensconced members of this community.

Tip tilted eyes focused on the flash of white teeth as the man spoke, his voice coaxing nods of agreement from her.

"Truer words, never typed. It's why I surround myself with VERY few people, here. Those who are tried and true and worth the time it takes me to know them."

A nod. Eyes half closed.

"The way the stories and boards move, the way co-writers prepare for their appointed roles, all differ. For myself, when i take up a role, I have been known to marinate for days until I know the character as well as I know myself. Others can, and do, jump right in."

Another slow smile.

"Some people can only write with those they know fairly well. I am one of those sorts of people. I share story lines with people who have taken the time to appreciate me as a person, long before we ever crafted our first tale."

A grin.

"Though, I tell you true, with your grasp of the language~your facility with it, I imagine you will soon have your hands full with the sorts of women wanting to dive into whichever character you want them for."

Upon seeing the hand reach for her own, she entwines her fingers with that of the wolfling. Sensing a need for comfort and a need to feel strength, the Tigress slips her body off the table and turns, sitting her body on the floor in front of Luna's chair. She places Luna's hand on her bare shoulder and rests her own over top of it. She raises her gaze to Darius for just a moment before her attention is drawn to one she has not seen. She bows her head politely him, offering him a soft smile.

Body relaxes, feeling a Tigress' heat, her strength. There is a communication there that goes beyond words. Something that has always been there.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I chuckle softly and tell her, “As if I could deny you that, Luna.”

Stepping up to her I take her in my arms and hold her close. I provide comfort when I can in whatever ways I can. I step back, not want to crowd the tigress. Powerful women are not always wise to crowd when you don’t know them.

“I missed you too, as always Luna. I’ve been around, I just have a poor sense of timing I think.”

I rise, stepping away from the woman who provides me with her own brand of safety and allow E to enfold me against HIS strength. His words bring a low chuckle from the abyss where my heart currently resides.

"Thank you, E. It has been a hard few days for me...and I assume they will get much worse before they improve."

Snuggles for a long moment, before stepping away. One small hand, motions to the Tigress and to the Sir who sits in his padded throne.

"This lovely lady is my friend Tigress, who came back after a lengthy hiatus. The gentleman you see there is a new addition to our Lit family, introduced to us by Vivi."

A whisper.

My Twin is intrigued by him...

A flashing grin before resuming my seat behind the Tigress, my hand moving once more to her shoulder.

 

[IvoryTigress]

The toned shoulder beneath Luna's hand stays strong and steady. She looked down as Erlind came to offer his affection. The Tigress didn't seem to mind his presence. She leaned back against the chair, her legs stretched out in front of her and crossed at the ankles. Everything about her posture was lazy strength. She leaned her head back, seemingly content with just listening to the words exchanged around her.

 

[Erlind]

“A pleasure to meet both of you. I am not always the most sociable of individuals, but I’ve always found Luna’s friends to be people worth knowing. I’m Erlind.” I want to introduce myself better, but I’ve never been able to provide an apt description of myself. Better to let others see what they wish.

The person tending the bar moves over to offer me something, but I politely wave them off. I’ve been known to indulge, but not often and not tonight. I look over my new acquaintances. A verbose man already quite comfortable here it seems and a strong woman offering comfort at the feet of Luna. They seem like a good pair.

“Are we warning him about the intrigue?”

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The toned shoulder beneath Luna's hand stays strong and steady. She looked down as Erlind came to offer his affection. The Tigress didn't seem to mind his presence. She leaned back against the chair, her legs stretched out in front of her and crossed at the ankles. Everything about her posture was lazy strength. She leaned her head back, seemingly content with just listening to the words exchanged around her.

Fingers move from shoulder to the hair that is pulled up, into a high pony tail. Slim fingers run through the strands, a meditation in movement.

“A pleasure to meet both of you. I am not always the most sociable of individuals, but I’ve always found Luna’s friends to be people worth knowing. I’m Erlind.” I want to introduce myself better, but I’ve never been able to provide an apt description of myself. Better to let others see what they wish.

The person tending the bar moves over to offer me something, but I politely wave them off. I’ve been known to indulge, but not often and not tonight. I look over my new acquaintances. A verbose man already quite comfortable here it seems and a strong woman offering comfort at the feet of Luna. They seem like a good pair.

“Are we warning him about the intrigue?”

A low giggle, honey brown eyes gleaming in the light of the fire.

"I am sure Twin has already told him."

Rising, stretching. Leaning down to brush a soft kiss over the forehead of my friend Tigress before turning slightly to rise up on tip toe and press a kiss to E's chin. finally, I make my way over to Darius and place a light touch upon his face, my lips tilted upward in a quick grin.

"Time for me to retreat into reality. I hope I see you all again, sooner, rather than later."

With that, the sound of bells, the scent of sandalwood, vanilla, fur...a bit of steam.

When that all stops, dissipates...

the girl is gone.