Welcome to Hell.

[IvoryTigress]

The Tigress bows her head to Erlind and smiles at him. The air around her is open and friendly.

The pleasure is mine, Erlind. I seem to find myself being called many things, but Ivory will likely do. You're quite right. Luna's friends usually are worthy of looking twice at.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The wolf awakens.

Heavy blood shot, honey brown eyes slitted against the glow/glare of flickering firelight and flames that leap about like insane children.

She refuses to use alcohol as a way to provide a screen against unreality, not even here. Not today. Writing about it makes her want it...and that is not safe, today.

A breath, before she rises from her chair and strips away the layers of clothing that hides her shape from prying eyes. She unmasks.

Five feet nothing of scandalous curves.
135 pounds of muscles and softness.
36 DD natural breasts, a 25 inch waist, 34 inch hips.

The clothing is tossed into the fire. She can always get more.

A stretch. A sigh. A foot step which leads her closer to the door marked exit only.

Soon enough, she is gone.

 

[DariusD]

He peeked in, studied the deep silence, then settled in his chair and waited. For company, or random cuteness. Whichever.

 

[choklatekoneko]

She lies in the darkness, and tilts her head softly as she stretches, watching the male peek in. She giggled silently, and waited, hearing the soft footsteps as he walks to the chair.

 

[DariusD]

Stretching long limbs for a few seconds before standing, the tall man made his way to the otherwise empty bar. The infamous succu-bitch was elsewhere, or so it seemed. Presenting a broadly powerful back and relatively narrow waist, above an utterly sumptuous ass to the room, he leaned forward over the bar and grabbed a fluted bottle. Perhaps wine, perhaps something stronger; it didn't matter - all that mattered was the shape and lovely design on the thing.

Pulling himself straight, the man unstoppered the bottle and pursed his lips. There looked to be something of an almost sexual expectation in the man's handsome features, his dusky lashes briefly fluttering across his cheeks before he tipped the bottle back and drank deeply. After a few seconds, he lowered the bottle, flicking the rim with the tip of his wide tongue to clear the last beads of moisture.

"A keeper," he murmured in that husky, deep voice of his, before returning to the seat, bottle in hand.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She moves from the nexus point, her brown eyes glancing left to right, making sure no one is here.

In her left hand, she carries her lap top. In the right? A glass of Vanilla Latte. The noise of this particular level is negligible. After all, this is the entrance to Hell proper. Limbo, if it pleases. So, noises are muffled by thick walls, roaring fires and the fury of music that somehow seems to come from everywhere and nowhere.

Bare feet lead her toward the large feather bed in the far corner. With a sigh, she settles herself into a nest of sheets and blankets, pillows and stuffed animals. The lap top is placed upon her covered knees. The glass is settled upon the night side table.

She is going to attempt to write. Something. Anything.

She hopes.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She gives up. What choice does she have? No words were trying to come to the forefront of her mind.

The lap top is turned off. Snuggling into the nest of blankets, she allows her eyes to drift shut.

 

[Erlind]

I don't think hell is the sort of place people are supposed to want to be, but I keep showing up here. It must be the wolf trying to write. When I start to make my way across the room I see her shut her laptop and settle in for sleep.

"Damn it!"

I stop doing the causal walk thing and run across the run, pushing past people. I am doomed to perpetually just miss her aren't I? Maybe that's what's hellish about this place. When I reach the beautiful curvy woman her eyes are shut.

"Damn it."

I sit down next to her mass of blankets, unwilling to wake her and unsure if I could.

 

[IvoryTigress]

The Tigress drops down through the passageway. Fleeing to the fiery depths had seemed like a brilliant idea to escape the frigid temperatures above. She hated the cold. She was certain the room in these depths that was created just for her personal torture was a frigid tundra. She planned on never seeing it. She made her way to the common room, rubbing her bare arms as the heat crept over them.

She smiled and laid her form across one of the tables on the room. The sofas would be more comfortable, but writing on the soft material was always a bigger pain in the ass than it was worth. She, at least, kicked her boots off before stretching her lean form over the table and put her notebook and pen in front of her. She owed no posts, but the day promised to be long and boring. There were the stories she wrote solo that could be tended to.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Hell is not hot, not today.
Hell is ice cold, flames in blue and purple and indigo.

She wanders~ her head down, eyes unseeing.
Small feet barely make a sound.
Slim fingers grasp and release...nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Her nerves are both better and worse than before.

Body is nude. Curls are fly away and barely contained.
She walks...from level five to the main area...and barely notices the travel.

 

[Erlind]

The wolf has returned to Hell. I make my way up those winding stairs. Cold winds bite at my flesh through thin black t-shirt and denim, but does nothing to diminish the rime fire around me. Still, it feels good. I miss the cold so much, no matter how bitter painful it can get.

Finally reaching the limbo where everyone always meets, I stop shivering, but goosebumps still mark my exposed skin. I find the wolf, beautiful bare curves. For a moment my voice catches, but I clear my throat and start again.

"Don't you like the cold?" My breath, still visible, curls out my mouth and wanders off.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Honey brown eyes open and glance toward the tall man who has entered my idea of Hell.

Erlind. My friend.

Standing, I stretch. Five feet nothing of curves, bare skin and little else. Ice forms beads which coalesce off the ring that hangs from my right nipple. A tiny little icicle forms on the silver hoop that pierces my right ear.

My voice, when I speak is husky from screaming, crying and cursing. The things I do when it is safe and no one is around.

"No. I hate the cold. But since my rage doesn't burn hot these days, I find that Hell has chanced a change to make me feel at home."

I step closer. One foot in front of the other until I am standing just before him, head tilted slightly so that i might better catch his gaze with my own.

"What brings you here to this place of insanity?"

One small hand reaches, skitters over flat belly, nails sharp enough to shred fabric. I stop, pull away. Not his fault. Not my place.

 

[Erlind]

"A place of insanity seems fitting for me, doesn't it?" Question with question. A tactic I feel I use too much sometimes, but it felt fitting. Its next to impossible to keep my gaze off that beautiful ice touched flesh, but save for a few times I stay next to impossible.

I watch as her nails trail across thin fabric nearly tearing it open. I can tell she is hurt and many times when this woman is hurt she wants to hurt others. Its not malice exactly, just a need and I understand that.

"I'm not here for long dear wolf, but if you need someone to use those on, I am here. For a little while at least, I am here."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Flash of white teeth, a gleam in the rimed twilight that Hell has become. Just that easily, he offers. I wish I knew why.

"No. I will keep my nails to myself, love. I am entirely too unstable to be trusted."

A low husky laugh which cuts off in mid giggle~like a CD on pause.

"I like your addendum to our thread. I will be plotting for it, once I catch up every body else that I owe."

A sigh. The voice I am using is too soft...it shows the merest hint of the rage burning below the surface of my skin and it is not his fault and I will NOT subject him to it. I can not control the world, but I can control my reactions to it. I am more than Dominant enough to do that.

"I read elsewhere that you go to work soon...I hope your day/evening/night is productive."

Turning on one small foot, I step away and force myself to focus upon the cold flames that flicker and beckon from the confines of the huge fireplace that graces the western wall.

"I fear that I am NOT good company, E. Forgive me?"

 

[Erlind]

I chuckle. Its inappropriate and out of place and completely unpreventable.

"No," I say simply before chuckling again with a broad smile. I follow her not letting her leave me behind. Its not just the cold that has her bound in ice and I would feel remiss if I let her walk away from me.

"I firmly believe you are incapable of being bad company. Whatever you believe, I can and have hurt myself worse than you ever could. If you can't believe me, then simply don't worry what kind of company you are with me."

I step up behind her and strong arms pull her against me.

"Seriously."

 

[IvoryTigress]

The Tigress lifts her head at the sudden change in temperature. She knows the scent. She would never forget it. But there are two voices and she knows to not intrude. Instead she blows a kiss to he shadows, and once again, the image of a white tiger forms within them. The shadow cat turns and takes off, tracking the wolf long and her company. Once found, she curled invisibly in the shadows, carrying the weight of a presence and a strength if needed.

Nodding once to herself, the Tigress returned her attention to her notebook.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I chuckle. Its inappropriate and out of place and completely unpreventable.

"No," I say simply before chuckling again with a broad smile. I follow her not letting her leave me behind. Its not just the cold that has her bound in ice and I would feel remiss if I let her walk away from me.

"I firmly believe you are incapable of being bad company. Whatever you believe, I can and have hurt myself worse than you ever could. If you can't believe me, then simply don't worry what kind of company you are with me."

I step up behind her and strong arms pull her against me.

"Seriously."

Brown body snuggles into the firm form that has followed me, not allowing me a retreat. Not letting me keep the space I know I require so that I don't lose the little bits of composure I still have tucked deep inside.

"If you were mine, you would not be allowed to say the word NO."

My arms wrap round his waist, aligning us. My body steals his heat. My head tucks itself beneath his chin.

"I know. But what makes me who and what I am is the self knowledge that any pain I cause should be meant, not accidental."

A soft sigh, brain trying to find more words, but nothing forming.

The Tigress lifts her head at the sudden change in temperature. She knows the scent. She would never forget it. But there are two voices and she knows to not intrude. Instead she blows a kiss to he shadows, and once again, the image of a white tiger forms within them. The shadow cat turns and takes off, tracking the wolf long and her company. Once found, she curled invisibly in the shadows, carrying the weight of a presence and a strength if needed.

Nodding once to herself, the Tigress returned her attention to her notebook.

A striped white/black presence drifts into bright blue shadows. Drifts toward indigo. It waits. She waits. A tigress.

Strength.

I feel her.

 

[Erlind]

"Alright."

I let the word fall into the soft din of a quiet hell. Crackle of flames, someone cleaning up at the bar, a tigress writing away in the dark. I hold her for a moment knowing I don't have too much longer to be here with her.

After I little while I add just the smallest bit of space between us. When she looks up I smile wildly and lick the icicle on her earring. And almost predictably my tongue gets stuck to it. Damn.

"Should of done the other one first," I manage clumsily, but coherently with my tongue still stuck. It only takes a moment and the ice I'm attached to melts away under a mostly warm tongue.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Small fingers touch chin. A breath of laughter released as I feel the heat of his mouth near my earring before his tongue gets stuck.

"You make me smile."

The flames warp, change. Flex into red and gold and orange. Heat builds where there was once only frigidity. Eventually, he steps away.

I watch him.

"Okay. You have things to do...and I need to find words. Thank you...for this. Small as it seems to you, it means the world to me."

 

[Erlind]

I shrug, smirk and say, "I try."

She's right, it does seem small to me, but I'm glad it made her feel better. She's also right that its time for me to leave. I turn away and walk into shadows that swallow me up until I'm gone.

"I will need to find you for longer one of these days, Luna."

I wonder about the last thing I didn't say.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I watch him fade into the shadows, a half smile forming upon full lips. Eventually, I make my way to the bar and the succu-bitch waiting there. I need some ice water.

"Give me water. A pitcher, please."

She gives me a look~one that says "Did you just say please?" and moves to get me the pitcher and a glass. She comes back and places them upon bar top. I smirk, just a touch, and reach for her, my hand grasping her wrist.

"A remark, something you need to say?"

The hand switches it's grip and yanks. The succu-bitch is pulled toward me, slipping quietly over the hard wood like a ghost. My empty hand rises, captures her throat and squeezes before rising to tug upon her hair. Hand curls in waist length tresses, yanks, once.

Head snaps back.

I bite her bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood and release her with a shove.

"Mind your manners, cunt."

I pick up the pitcher and glass, move away toward the fire and the chair and the little desk I had placed there. My lap top blinks at me from that spot. I need to write.

 

[IvoryTigress]

The Tigress watches the scene play out between the wolf and the demon. An amused smile touches her lips, but she remains silent. Still laying on the table, her notebook filled with the words of her worlds, she catches the glimpse of the shake tiger as she also returns. She pounces the Tigress, disappearing into her form. She looks down at her notebook, knowing if the wolf wants company, she will request it...or demand it...the Tigress had always responded to both.

 

[Nina327]

-sends love... lots and lots of it-

 

[DariusD]

There may have been a hint of melody, a wafting of eerie flutes and violins, preceding his arrival, but if so it was too subtle for any but those of the strongest hearing to pick up. Shadows stirred in a now-familiar space, in a now-known chair as Darius arrived, eyes gleaming with a hint of malicious glee.

 

[DariusD]

After nearly a day without movement in the room, Darius leaned forward and exhaled. Though it did not appear that he had left, something in his appearance suggested a return. He wore fairly tight dark exercise pants and a fitted black t-shit that accentuated his physique well. The look on his face was somewhere between relaxed and satisfied and hungry, like a well-fed lion hungry for an entirely different sort of meal.

Rolling to his feet in a graceful movement, one that belied his love of dance, Darius strode to the bar and glanced over the selection, considering his options. Perhaps, he thought to himself, something intense was called for tonight.