Welcome to Hell.

[IvoryTigress]

A silent fall, booted feet land lightly on the stone floor. Her movements are quick, precise as she makes her way through the shadows and into the common room. A familiar presence is felt, seen as drink is served at the bar. She lingers in the shadows, content to just watch for the moment...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The sound of booted feet echoes through out limbo. Small, curvy, brown skinned girl moves to the bar, hips tick-tocking to some inner beat that others can not fathom nor hear. Slim fingers tap the bar top.

 

[IvoryTigress]

A smirk curves lips within the shadows. A scent is caught. A form recognized. But the Tigress stays leaning a toned shoulder against the wall within the shadows.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A wolfling catches the passing scent of a big Cat, turns...moves toward the darkness and stalks into the shadows...all so she can cuddle a pretty.

 

[IvoryTigress]

An arm opens, an invitation offered to a shorter woman. Lips lightly brushed over a cheek.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Smiling, lips lifting to brush a soft kiss over a pointed chin. Arms wrap tightly round lean waist and squeeze.

 

[IvoryTigress]

Toned, bare arms slip around shoulders, a soft nuzzle of a neck.

 

[Erlind]

I slip into a seat at the bar and wait for a moment before a shapely bit of aether wanders over.

"Just a cup of coffee," I tell her and watch as she makes it. Just before I assume she's going to bring it over, she grabs a bottle of whiskey and moves to pour some in.

"Wait. Wait. I just wanted coffee," I shout at at her, but then I pause, "You know what? Fuck it, go ahead." A gleeful smile springs up as she pours it in until the cup nearly overflows then carefully and almost daintily the hellspawn sets it on the counter in front of me.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The flames rise higher, writhing along the walls in some sort of sinuous dance. They flicker, beckon, attempt to seduce by batting red and golden pseudo eyes in my general direction, the fuckers.

I ignore it.

Small booted feet mark time, a minor drum roll against steaming rock. Eventually, those same small feet lead me toward the bar. The succu-bitch is smart enough to be out of reach, though my drink of choice is already prepared. Waiting.

Stoli.
Bowl of lemons, sliced.
A small container of sugar.
A shot glass.

Maybe, if I drink enough, either words or rest will find me.

Maybe.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I balance all of the items in two small hands and retreat to my chair by the fireplace. Settling myself takes but a moment and then I fix the first drink.

Dip the damp shot glass in sugar, coating the edge.
Fill it with vodka.
Pop a lemon section into my mouth.
Suck.
Take the shot.

I gasp, blink and force my eyes to focus on the fire, while preparing a second shot.

Finally, with two down my gullet and a fire in my belly to match the flames along the wall, I turn my attention, elsewhere. Maybe some words? I doubt it, but the least I can do is try.

Lap top slips into being with an audible pop. I lean over, capture it from where it floats and pull it into my lap. Then, I open it and pray for a miracle.

 

[IvoryTigress]

The Tigress walks out from one of the dressing rooms. Men's blue jeans, size 29, hug her hips but still manages to be just a little bit baggy. Black combat boots let her footsteps be heard. As she isn't trying to hide them. A leather jacket covers her upper body, but she wears nothing underneath, and she leaves it unzipped. A black knife rests in her back pocket. Brunette locks are still pulled back in a pony tail, but no hood hides her face or neck.

She stops by the wolfling as she gets comfortable, trying to find her words. She leans down, a flash of pale skin, of limber lines and curves, and presses her lips to a cheek.

Your words will find you soon enough, my friend. They love you, need you, too much to hide from you for long. Just don't fight them when they finally come.

She smiles softly, kisses the other cheek, and then turns and walks up out of fiery depths. Tonight, the party is in the upper world...

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He's not been here much, if at all. But, his mindset at the wee hours of the morning is certainly hellish. Finding the entrance is easy....traversing the various layers is a bit more tricky, but eventually he finds the main room, the serving staff appealing to the eye. There are familiar faces about, and a few less familiar but not unwelcome.

Drinks are poured in a line, whiskey added to a tall glass of cola. Five of them, in a row. Each one, downed and slid back across the bar to the tender.

When an acceptable level of buzzing is present in his brain, he finally finds a recliner to collapse into, watching nothing but the flicking of the flames and the occasional glance toward his other compatriots.*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She wakes up and starts to remove the clothing that covers her form.

Jeans.
Tee shirt.
Boots.
Socks.
Panties.
Bra.

Until she is bare and brown in the raging inferno of Hell.

Firelight gilds her skin, lovingly highlighting each and every dip, curve, swell. Eyes are feral, wild, angry, glittering. She wants something, anything, everything.

Head twists to the left, a flash of blood red skin capturing her attention.

THAT will do.

Small bare feet glide soundlessly over broken rock, feet barely registering the heat that smokes the stone and cracks it like a jigsaw puzzle. Until she reaches red skinned succubus.

The thing, kneels. Golden eyes looking up beseechingly.

She grabs ink black hair and drags the thing deep into the shadowy depths, heading for the door that will lead to her level.

Wrath.

and it is cold there. So very, very cold.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Tha-bump.
Tha-bump.
Tha-bump.

The sound echoes.
A body hits each and every stair on the way to the deeper pits of hell.
That is the way the wolf wants it. To hear each separate impact like bass to her pounding head, her throbbing heart.

Eventually, ice cracks the fire.
Fire blazes...and falls away...

Red/gold, now blue/white.
And breath streams out, a plume of smoke.

And the thing is terrified.

 

[Erlind]

I just miss the wolf I always just miss as she drags a creature of the night into deeper levels of hell. Her level. Wrath. The wolf doesn't want me there I don't think so I don't pursue. The last time I offered she gently declined with reasonable reason.

I scrawl a quick note on a cocktail napkin and drop it. The thin white utterly disposable thing drifts towards the floor and slips through a crack that shouldn't be there. It slips between flames just barely not catching and twirls through the dark of I know not where. Finally it finds Wrath, floating slowly to the ground just beside the wrathful wolf and the thing that has her focus.

"Having fun?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wolf watches as the golden eyed thing focuses upon the napkin that has dropped from on high.

"You want me to let you go, don't you? You are very scared...and it is very cold, yes?"

Beautiful face crumples. It knows. There will be no escape. Not now. Napkin or no.
Not until the wolfling has...sated the rage that keeps building and building. The anger that keeps her snapping and unable to focus.

The cold here is bone deep.

So cold that there appears to be NO icicles.

The thing is tugged, pulled up and then gut punched, dropped to the floor.

Wolfling grabs hair, yanks the thing up.

Does it again.
Again.
Again.

A litany of pain.
A drum roll of anger.

It resounds throughout her heart home.

And eventually, the thing spews bodily fluids on the Wolf's bare toes.

"Oh good. NOW, we are cooking with gas."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Soon enough, what started out as beautiful, ageless. Red hued, golden eyed, black haired is ravaged. Brutally, savagely. Torn into like a steak, a piece of pretty meat fit for no more than feast.

Wolfling feasts.

Skin is bruised, battered, ravaged. Broken. Until bluish gray blood flows freely.
Face is scratched. Bitten. Golden eyes unable to focus. Full lip busted.
Breasts are mauled.
Cunt is kicked. Punched.
Hair is pulled OUT.


"You only get it so bad because you are not real, hell spawn. You are a figment of MY imagination."

The thing sees death in honey brown eyes.
Makes no protests when sharp, shiny, pretty, pointy flashes out and plunges toward delicate throat.

It ends then. Blood frozen in a a fountain of gore for long moments before HEAT rises and takes the mess away with the smell of burning pig flesh.

Then Wrath begins to burn.

Wolfling turns, retreats, retraces her steps toward the top level. Maybe, E is still there. Maybe.

She just hopes she has enough conscience to not go for HIS throat if he is.

 

[IvoryTigress]

The Tigress drops down, returning from the world above. The heat is what she craves, the warmth. She wears what she had worn the night before, the jeans and the leather unzipped. She moves through the shadows, long having been a friend of the darkness. She catches the specific scents in the air...a wolf...pain...blood. She goes no further than the common room, slipping her long, lean form onto a couch. The jacket covers just enough to leave a long line of her chest and stomach open, a hint of skin and muscles. She rubs her eyes, debating something warmer to drink.

The wolf comes in, catching the Tigress' attention. But she gauges the mood and knows the wolf will seek what she needs. She leaves herself open for now.

 

[Erlind]

"A blood soaked beauty if I've ever seen one," I call out from across the room as she emerges. Bare body colored with the swaths of destruction she wrought. More than that though I can see a need boiling inside her, barely sated with something unreal. Truly a wolf today, with the hunger of one, wild through and through. Endlessly wild.

I sit at the bar drinking coffee, less Irish than the other morning. I wonder many things, but none of them matter.

"Hope I didn't interrupt anything you needed."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Head cocks left, right.
Honey brown eyes focus on a Cat.
On a man.

Scents are overwhelming.
The heat and musk, scent of coffee, of blood.

Purifying flame wells up from cracked and groaning floor, engulfs the wolf. Burns her. Remakes her.

Leaving only brown skin behind, unmarked by the ravages of savagery.

Her voice, when she speaks is husky~a whiskey and smoke conglomeration of sin and sex and alto.

"Hey E. Hello big Cat. Excuse me if I come no closer, K?"

Body twists, heads for the shadowed corner that holds the bed from before, Plexy's bed.

Wolfling slips into it, leaning over to scrabble through her clothes left hither, thither and yon.

Jeans and a beater, knee high black leather boots. Panties. A sports bra.

Clothing to protect others from HER.

She dresses.

 

[IvoryTigress]

A knowing smile touches the Tigress' lips and she merely nods her head once. She knows why the wolf makes the request and she honors it. She raises her arms above her head, stretching lazily. A soft sigh escapes her lips before she rises, sore spots along her lean frame sending her constant reminders. She moves to the bar, everything about her movements lazy grace, and politely requests a hot chocolate. A wild feline she was, but only once her control was broken. The staff here would get nothing but polite kindness from her.

 

[Erlind]

I don't like this. Seeing her so guarded is unnerving. I often suspect it is always there, but seeing it so obvious feels wrong. If she is the wolf I know her to be, she deserves to be free of such things. I grimace and push my coffee away no longer wanting it. It is quickly taken away and a few spilled drops wiped away as well. Figments though they may be, the pretty bits of aether are afraid. It almost makes me laugh, but only almost.

I will let the wolf do as she wills. Come as close as she wants. Act as she wants. Today is not the day to press as much as I'd rather do otherwise.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Covered now.

She slips from the bed and over toward the fire, her body moving with slow, sinuous grace. But it's a jagged sort of thing. The grace of one on the edge...on the edge of an edge.

She focuses on NOT taking in a scent.
On NOT turning and wrecking havoc.

She focuses because to do less than that would mark her as less than human...

and though she feels less than human, with her hyper senses and her need to tear, rend, bleed.

She doesn't LOOK it.

 

[IvoryTigress]

The Tigress leans casually against the bar as she finishes her hot chocolate. She watches the wolf return, a slow sweep of emerald eyes studying her closely. She glances at Erlind, sensing his trouble at the wolf's mood. And also his desires. She sets the empty mug down on the bar and purposefully removes her jacket, baring her upper body to the common room. There are already a few scratch marks, a bruise here or there. Testament that the Tigress knows and seeks out her own battles. She turns and gives Luna a look. There is fire in her eyes, a challenge, a fight. A thought passes through their connection and the Tigress flashes her a savage grin. If its a fight the wolf wants, the Tigress can give it. But she speaks no words, and with another glance at Elrind, she side steps the wolf and heads down a level or two....seeking a work out and a heavy bag. She'd be there, if the wolf chose it. Otherwise, she'd leave her into much more capable hands.

 

[Erlind]

Beautiful curves I know can kill. She slips across the room and unlike usual I don't feel welcomed by her, but perhaps that is why I should go to her. I walk to the fire and stand near her. There is not the usual embrace, I'll let her have her space if that is what she needs. Instead I just stand near her and stare into the flames, a favorite pastime of mine.

"I feel like I need to be doing something, but I know nothing to do."