Arabian Nights...
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OOC: ooops....heh heh, my bad. Please disregard that comment
also garr has come and i will in all my glory Juggle the responsibiltys of 3 chars. you are heading for vixen and we are on our way to figure out whats wrong!
also garr has come and i will in all my glory Juggle the responsibiltys of 3 chars. you are heading for vixen and we are on our way to figure out whats wrong!
Sith
The snake-man heard the calling. Damm, it was happening faster than he thought. Well, if he had to choose between the spell he had been casting and Rolando's and Garret's life, it was clear what he would choose. So, he continued intonating... Then, when it was safe and the spell was on hold for some time, he shadow-travelled to where Rolando was.
A shadow appeared on the ground, besides Roland. It stood up and then it got 3 dimensions.
"I hope your disturbance is for something really serious. You'll owe me one." he said as with a few passes of his hands in a clawlike form he weaved the shadows around them in a protective spell.
Then he saw there was nobody attacking them, they where just Garret, Roland, Rei and a newcommer.
"Roland..." he said, anger barelly showing its ugly head in his voice, which in the cold Sith meant he was really angry "... what was the reason for this interruption? You called saying there was trouble, and nothing is happening here. Just you, your friend Rei, Garret and that one over there."
[Edited by Sith on 08-01-2000 at 06:40 AM]
The snake-man heard the calling. Damm, it was happening faster than he thought. Well, if he had to choose between the spell he had been casting and Rolando's and Garret's life, it was clear what he would choose. So, he continued intonating... Then, when it was safe and the spell was on hold for some time, he shadow-travelled to where Rolando was.
A shadow appeared on the ground, besides Roland. It stood up and then it got 3 dimensions.
"I hope your disturbance is for something really serious. You'll owe me one." he said as with a few passes of his hands in a clawlike form he weaved the shadows around them in a protective spell.
Then he saw there was nobody attacking them, they where just Garret, Roland, Rei and a newcommer.
"Roland..." he said, anger barelly showing its ugly head in his voice, which in the cold Sith meant he was really angry "... what was the reason for this interruption? You called saying there was trouble, and nothing is happening here. Just you, your friend Rei, Garret and that one over there."
[Edited by Sith on 08-01-2000 at 06:40 AM]
Abdusalim
"The Tristam family? Their story is one as sad as a palm tree without an oasis. Yes, who hasn't heard in this lands about the Tristam story? It all began when Tristam the Young went to Europe to fetch the woman that would be marrying his father, The Sultan. He arrived to Europe, to a land of green desserts moved by the wind much as the sand is here. He saw the beautiful young woman and he fell in love with her like the sun is in love with the moon. He knew his duty, so he brought her back." here Abdusalim made a pause, remembering.
"Young Isoud, that was the Irish girl's name, was afraid of marrying an old man. He had heard stories of the 'perverted' arabas and their strange sexual tastes. She could see Tristam the Young was a man as decent as any knight in his father's castle, and she also fell in love with him." with a sigh he went on.
"It must be said that Isoud was a girl whose beauty was very different than the one usually seen around here. Everyone fell in love with her young innocence inmediately, like the man who falls in love with the woman that gives him water after being lost in the desert for a week. She was fifteen then. The Sultan got ready for the marriage, and he was of the old school: what europeans would call a pervert." He looked intently at Vixen, his look clearly saying that for him she had nothing to envy Isoud.
"So as you cannot hold water with your hands, the Sultan couldn't hold the young couple. They rode away under the protection of the night. Tristam gave Isoud a very unique pendant. The Sultan, full of hate like a scorpion is full of venom, sent his elite warriors after them, he would have his revenge. Tristam knew they would follow them, so he went to visit the castle of the Marajah to ask for his protection. The Marajah was an old friend of Tristam, but when the Sultan's men came, and demanded the couple was given to them because they had broken the law, which they had, he had to agree. Tristan was taken back under heavy chains, but as heavy as they where, they where lighter than the burden in his soul. He knew the Sultan well, and he knew he would have a horrible revenge on them." Anguish could now be seen on Abdusalim's face.
"Then, when they where arriving at the castle, Tristam attacked the guards. He was unarmed, and managed to kill 3 of them, but they fell on him with their scimitars and he died." Abdusalim pauses for a moment, wondering if he should tell the rest of the story. He sees Vixen's seriousness, and goes on.
"He was lucky, Isoud was not. The Sultan gave her to his men, who had their wicked pleasures with the young girl. No perversion was spared her, she was in many ways a virgin before she fell into their hands, she had nothing virgin left at the end. At the end she was ravished by the Sultan's tigers themselves. By then she didn't cry or fight anymore. She didn't feel anything anymore. The last men who raped her before the tigers did and ate her said she was hot and unresponsive. The Mother Goddess of Ireland had taken pity of her daughter, and had protected her mind and soul, if not her body, as thus far from her land she was not very powerful. The pendant she whore was imbued with that protection. It soon disapeared." He is not looking at her anymore. With a very low voice, almost unaudible, he finishes "... There has been very bad blood in my family. I hope I'm more like my great uncle Tristam than my great grandfather the Sultan..."
OOC: Does it show I'm into the Arthurian cycle and I direct a Pendragon pbem?
"The Tristam family? Their story is one as sad as a palm tree without an oasis. Yes, who hasn't heard in this lands about the Tristam story? It all began when Tristam the Young went to Europe to fetch the woman that would be marrying his father, The Sultan. He arrived to Europe, to a land of green desserts moved by the wind much as the sand is here. He saw the beautiful young woman and he fell in love with her like the sun is in love with the moon. He knew his duty, so he brought her back." here Abdusalim made a pause, remembering.
"Young Isoud, that was the Irish girl's name, was afraid of marrying an old man. He had heard stories of the 'perverted' arabas and their strange sexual tastes. She could see Tristam the Young was a man as decent as any knight in his father's castle, and she also fell in love with him." with a sigh he went on.
"It must be said that Isoud was a girl whose beauty was very different than the one usually seen around here. Everyone fell in love with her young innocence inmediately, like the man who falls in love with the woman that gives him water after being lost in the desert for a week. She was fifteen then. The Sultan got ready for the marriage, and he was of the old school: what europeans would call a pervert." He looked intently at Vixen, his look clearly saying that for him she had nothing to envy Isoud.
"So as you cannot hold water with your hands, the Sultan couldn't hold the young couple. They rode away under the protection of the night. Tristam gave Isoud a very unique pendant. The Sultan, full of hate like a scorpion is full of venom, sent his elite warriors after them, he would have his revenge. Tristam knew they would follow them, so he went to visit the castle of the Marajah to ask for his protection. The Marajah was an old friend of Tristam, but when the Sultan's men came, and demanded the couple was given to them because they had broken the law, which they had, he had to agree. Tristan was taken back under heavy chains, but as heavy as they where, they where lighter than the burden in his soul. He knew the Sultan well, and he knew he would have a horrible revenge on them." Anguish could now be seen on Abdusalim's face.
"Then, when they where arriving at the castle, Tristam attacked the guards. He was unarmed, and managed to kill 3 of them, but they fell on him with their scimitars and he died." Abdusalim pauses for a moment, wondering if he should tell the rest of the story. He sees Vixen's seriousness, and goes on.
"He was lucky, Isoud was not. The Sultan gave her to his men, who had their wicked pleasures with the young girl. No perversion was spared her, she was in many ways a virgin before she fell into their hands, she had nothing virgin left at the end. At the end she was ravished by the Sultan's tigers themselves. By then she didn't cry or fight anymore. She didn't feel anything anymore. The last men who raped her before the tigers did and ate her said she was hot and unresponsive. The Mother Goddess of Ireland had taken pity of her daughter, and had protected her mind and soul, if not her body, as thus far from her land she was not very powerful. The pendant she whore was imbued with that protection. It soon disapeared." He is not looking at her anymore. With a very low voice, almost unaudible, he finishes "... There has been very bad blood in my family. I hope I'm more like my great uncle Tristam than my great grandfather the Sultan..."
OOC: Does it show I'm into the Arthurian cycle and I direct a Pendragon pbem?
Roland Gilliad
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Rolando: "the object in question here is Vixens Neckless. I have seen its power. it has the ability to merge with the being of its wearer...but it is not a lone gem. it is a sister gem. of this one..."
i reached into my shirt and brough out a bright blue stone on fine golden chain, when brought together the stone glittered like a thousand gold peices.
"now im no lore master. but isnt the legend of the gems that their two rightful owners shall forever be together?"
i reached into my shirt and brough out a bright blue stone on fine golden chain, when brought together the stone glittered like a thousand gold peices.
"now im no lore master. but isnt the legend of the gems that their two rightful owners shall forever be together?"
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Vixen stared at him... "y... you're family?" her voice was hoarse. Her mind was spinning. She looked away not sure what to think anymore.
She turned as Sith, Roland, Rei and Garret entered the room. "Garret!" She couldn't believe he was walking. "Oh Garret!" She jumped up and flung her arms around him. She pulled back to look into his face. She couldn't believe how well he looked. Garret grinned at her, "whats the fuss?" he asked innocently. She smiled warmly at him. "I'm just so glad you're okay Garret."
She looked up at Sith. "So you finally made it huh?" She smiled in welcome. She turned to Abdusalim and introduced Sith... Abdusalim sat in his bed still and gave a fluid bow in acknowlegement. Vixen suddenly realised he was in bed, possibly naked and her friends had just trooped in without so much as even knocking first. Vixen turned to them and shooed them out of Abdusalim's room. "I'll talk to you all tomorrow... now that I know Garret is okay..." she smiled again at Garret. "We travel at dawn... " she said before closing the door on them leaving them in the hallway.
Vixen blushed at Abdusalim. "I'm sorry about my friends, they... they're not used to living in places with doors... they should have knocked." She apologized. Abdusalim smiled at her sudden nervousness.
Vixen looked around suddenly unsure of herself. Why was she still here she wondered. She had heard the story, admittedly not in such detail before. She had known Isoud had been killed, but not of the horrifying rape before hand. She trembled as her mind flashed mental images of it to her.
She jumped, startled. Abdusalim had moved from his bed to her side. She was grateful to see he was still wearing his pants, but as her gaze travelled upwards she was faced with his naked chest again. She gulped, and couldn't stop herself from staring. The tanned skin looked so smooth, strong... virile. She tried taking a deep breath to control herself but instantly regretted it as she smelt his masculine scent. She trembled, feeling his warm hand resting on her shoulder. "Vixen?" his voice was warm, deep... tantalising. Suddenly she realised where she was, what she was... with a cry of alarm she twisted away from him and ran out of his room.
Abdusalim stared at the door and heard the resounding thud as the door closed behind her. One minute before him, the next minute gone. He was puzzled, yet intrigued. There was no mistaking that look in her eye before she had run like a hunted rabbit. She did feel something for him, of that he was certain. With the ease of a man well used to the dessert and it's changing ways he looked to tomorrow. They had a long journey ahead, he was sure he would get through to her when she had no where else to run.
Vixen fled to her room, her mind in turmoil. What was wrong with her? She wondered. She buried her face into her pillow and tried to block out her thoughts. She thought of Garret and wondered if he was still asleep. Even as she thought this she heard a tentative knock on the door. "Yes?" she asked. The door opened and Garret stood there, Garret, her dear friend... she smiled in welcome, wondering what he wanted.
He slipped in closing the door behind him, she didn't notice him lock the door and pocket the key. He walked over and sat beside her on the bed. "I... I'm glad you're safe Vixen..." he whispered to her. She smiled, "are you kidding, I was more worried about you!" She laughed. He put his arm around her and held her close. She was surprised but returned the embrace. "The warlock asked me about the pendant Vixen... " she shivered in his arms... he held her tighter. Her voice was muffled in his neck... "he... he did?"
"I didn't tell him anything my love... " he whispered in her hair.
Vixen closed her eyes. She knew he loved her... well... had suspected... she had thought maybe it was just a passing fancy for him... as he hadn't had the chance to meet many girls before. He had risked his life for her. She felt him ease her down onto the bed. She suddenly realised how he had grown into a man. He loomed over her and she felt a pang of fear as he looked down at her. Her hair fanned out about her face on the pillows as she looked up at him. He smiled and she relaxed slightly, it was Garret... he wouldn't ever harm her.
She felt his hand rest on her hip and she looked up at him questioningly. His face seemed to twitch as if he was in pain. She lifted her hand to his face and stroked his cheek. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft with concern. His brow smoothed and he smiled again. "I'm fine... but... " his hand slid up her waist and she gasped as he cupped her breast. Her eyes widening as she realised where this was going. "Garret..." she said her voice cajoling, "what are you doing?" she tried to push his hand away and realised it wasn't budging. She suddenly felt a little afraid. She pushed harder but the hand didn't budge. Garret lowered his head and she felt his kiss. It was strong... and determined... she felt his tongue snake into her mouth and she moaned struggling against him. He straddled her body and held her arms flat against the bed. She looked up at him... "Garret!" she gasped, "this isn't funny... what are you doing?"
She couldn't believe how strong he was. She struggled with all her strength and it wasn't having any affect on him at all. She felt him lean forward and then his warm hot lips against her neck. She whimpered as she felt teeth, sharp... "aaahhhhh!" she gasped as she felt sucking. She suddenly couldn't speak, like her voice was frozen somehow. She felt an intense warmth through the wound in her neck and she felt weak. Garret lifted his head and smiled down at her. She felt so warm... groggy... she looked up at her friends face as he licked his lips. She saw the blood but her mind wasn't responding. "Feeling okay my sweet?" he whispered to her. She was breathing and seeing but... but she couldn't seem to summon the energy to move. She felt something pulse through her veins, making her so hot. "Now... why don't we give me back my pendant?" He smiled down at her.
Something was wrong... very wrong... she tried hard to get her mind to work... think... what was happening to her? She managed to shake her head... "no". He frowned at her. "Well.. I can't take it off you now that the gem has been put in... and I can't make you take it off... but... I can persuade you... " his eyes gleamed... "this is going to be fun... are you watching in there?" He knocked on his own head and Vixen realised Garret was insane. That was the only explanation. She felt his unaturally strong hands slide up to her vest. With a violent tug he had removed the leather top like it was made of paper. She groaned as he lowered his face to her exposed breasts.
She looked around.. her head turning left and right.. desperately looking for something... anything that could help her. She squirmed... and felt his throbbing manhood against her belly. "oh god!" she thought, "whats happening... whats wrong with him??"
She turned as Sith, Roland, Rei and Garret entered the room. "Garret!" She couldn't believe he was walking. "Oh Garret!" She jumped up and flung her arms around him. She pulled back to look into his face. She couldn't believe how well he looked. Garret grinned at her, "whats the fuss?" he asked innocently. She smiled warmly at him. "I'm just so glad you're okay Garret."
She looked up at Sith. "So you finally made it huh?" She smiled in welcome. She turned to Abdusalim and introduced Sith... Abdusalim sat in his bed still and gave a fluid bow in acknowlegement. Vixen suddenly realised he was in bed, possibly naked and her friends had just trooped in without so much as even knocking first. Vixen turned to them and shooed them out of Abdusalim's room. "I'll talk to you all tomorrow... now that I know Garret is okay..." she smiled again at Garret. "We travel at dawn... " she said before closing the door on them leaving them in the hallway.
Vixen blushed at Abdusalim. "I'm sorry about my friends, they... they're not used to living in places with doors... they should have knocked." She apologized. Abdusalim smiled at her sudden nervousness.
Vixen looked around suddenly unsure of herself. Why was she still here she wondered. She had heard the story, admittedly not in such detail before. She had known Isoud had been killed, but not of the horrifying rape before hand. She trembled as her mind flashed mental images of it to her.
She jumped, startled. Abdusalim had moved from his bed to her side. She was grateful to see he was still wearing his pants, but as her gaze travelled upwards she was faced with his naked chest again. She gulped, and couldn't stop herself from staring. The tanned skin looked so smooth, strong... virile. She tried taking a deep breath to control herself but instantly regretted it as she smelt his masculine scent. She trembled, feeling his warm hand resting on her shoulder. "Vixen?" his voice was warm, deep... tantalising. Suddenly she realised where she was, what she was... with a cry of alarm she twisted away from him and ran out of his room.
Abdusalim stared at the door and heard the resounding thud as the door closed behind her. One minute before him, the next minute gone. He was puzzled, yet intrigued. There was no mistaking that look in her eye before she had run like a hunted rabbit. She did feel something for him, of that he was certain. With the ease of a man well used to the dessert and it's changing ways he looked to tomorrow. They had a long journey ahead, he was sure he would get through to her when she had no where else to run.
Vixen fled to her room, her mind in turmoil. What was wrong with her? She wondered. She buried her face into her pillow and tried to block out her thoughts. She thought of Garret and wondered if he was still asleep. Even as she thought this she heard a tentative knock on the door. "Yes?" she asked. The door opened and Garret stood there, Garret, her dear friend... she smiled in welcome, wondering what he wanted.
He slipped in closing the door behind him, she didn't notice him lock the door and pocket the key. He walked over and sat beside her on the bed. "I... I'm glad you're safe Vixen..." he whispered to her. She smiled, "are you kidding, I was more worried about you!" She laughed. He put his arm around her and held her close. She was surprised but returned the embrace. "The warlock asked me about the pendant Vixen... " she shivered in his arms... he held her tighter. Her voice was muffled in his neck... "he... he did?"
"I didn't tell him anything my love... " he whispered in her hair.
Vixen closed her eyes. She knew he loved her... well... had suspected... she had thought maybe it was just a passing fancy for him... as he hadn't had the chance to meet many girls before. He had risked his life for her. She felt him ease her down onto the bed. She suddenly realised how he had grown into a man. He loomed over her and she felt a pang of fear as he looked down at her. Her hair fanned out about her face on the pillows as she looked up at him. He smiled and she relaxed slightly, it was Garret... he wouldn't ever harm her.
She felt his hand rest on her hip and she looked up at him questioningly. His face seemed to twitch as if he was in pain. She lifted her hand to his face and stroked his cheek. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft with concern. His brow smoothed and he smiled again. "I'm fine... but... " his hand slid up her waist and she gasped as he cupped her breast. Her eyes widening as she realised where this was going. "Garret..." she said her voice cajoling, "what are you doing?" she tried to push his hand away and realised it wasn't budging. She suddenly felt a little afraid. She pushed harder but the hand didn't budge. Garret lowered his head and she felt his kiss. It was strong... and determined... she felt his tongue snake into her mouth and she moaned struggling against him. He straddled her body and held her arms flat against the bed. She looked up at him... "Garret!" she gasped, "this isn't funny... what are you doing?"
She couldn't believe how strong he was. She struggled with all her strength and it wasn't having any affect on him at all. She felt him lean forward and then his warm hot lips against her neck. She whimpered as she felt teeth, sharp... "aaahhhhh!" she gasped as she felt sucking. She suddenly couldn't speak, like her voice was frozen somehow. She felt an intense warmth through the wound in her neck and she felt weak. Garret lifted his head and smiled down at her. She felt so warm... groggy... she looked up at her friends face as he licked his lips. She saw the blood but her mind wasn't responding. "Feeling okay my sweet?" he whispered to her. She was breathing and seeing but... but she couldn't seem to summon the energy to move. She felt something pulse through her veins, making her so hot. "Now... why don't we give me back my pendant?" He smiled down at her.
Something was wrong... very wrong... she tried hard to get her mind to work... think... what was happening to her? She managed to shake her head... "no". He frowned at her. "Well.. I can't take it off you now that the gem has been put in... and I can't make you take it off... but... I can persuade you... " his eyes gleamed... "this is going to be fun... are you watching in there?" He knocked on his own head and Vixen realised Garret was insane. That was the only explanation. She felt his unaturally strong hands slide up to her vest. With a violent tug he had removed the leather top like it was made of paper. She groaned as he lowered his face to her exposed breasts.
She looked around.. her head turning left and right.. desperately looking for something... anything that could help her. She squirmed... and felt his throbbing manhood against her belly. "oh god!" she thought, "whats happening... whats wrong with him??"
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Rolando, Rei, and Garr: Rolando suddenly felt his gem eminate a huge energy source...
Roland: Vixens in trouble!
Rei: are you sure???
Roland: yes positive!
Roland quickly fetched KingStopper and garr got out his Beast Spear
Roland: COMON! we ran down the hall way like we were in some movie...we stopped at vixens door and heard her scream a little. we nooded to each other and Garr busted down the door
Roland: Whats going on here!!!?
Roland: Vixens in trouble!
Rei: are you sure???
Roland: yes positive!
Roland quickly fetched KingStopper and garr got out his Beast Spear
Roland: COMON! we ran down the hall way like we were in some movie...we stopped at vixens door and heard her scream a little. we nooded to each other and Garr busted down the door
Roland: Whats going on here!!!?
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Garret screamed inside. This wasn't happening, the warlock was raping his best friend. Garret had to stop him, he had to do something.
Garret struggled for the thousandth time against the restraints. It was useless, this warlock knew magic too well.
Suddenly the screen flashed an image of Rei and Roland. They were going to help her. He was so happy.
Suddenly Garret realized the only way to help Vixen was to kill his body. Garret didn't want to die, not after he had survived all this.
He looked into the screen.
Garret looked at the intruders. Damn just when he was having fun. He quickly threw a magic powder, covering the room in black smoke. Then Garret grabbed Vixen and flew out the window.
It was an easy spell. Garret said the magic words, "Halem, Holem Hilee."
He floated to the ground, then ran off into the night.
Garret hid his tracks well, it would take a person hours to follow them, even with magic (everybody read that?) He hoped that would be long enough. Somehow he knew Vixen would be hard to crack, but with the right amount of torture, anyone can be relieved of the pendant.
Garret made his way to a silent alley, now it was only him, her and the pendant, the one that was rightfully his.
Garret layed her down, "Now, my dear, where were we..."
Garret looked away, he couldn't bear it. He couldn't see Vixen like that, why was this warlock here? What in the hell did he want with that pendant?
Garret struggled with the restraints again trying to free himself, but it was useless. This was powerful magic. He only hung there, watching the screen, hoping someone would save Vixen, and more importantly not kill him in the process.
Garret struggled for the thousandth time against the restraints. It was useless, this warlock knew magic too well.
Suddenly the screen flashed an image of Rei and Roland. They were going to help her. He was so happy.
Suddenly Garret realized the only way to help Vixen was to kill his body. Garret didn't want to die, not after he had survived all this.
He looked into the screen.
Garret looked at the intruders. Damn just when he was having fun. He quickly threw a magic powder, covering the room in black smoke. Then Garret grabbed Vixen and flew out the window.
It was an easy spell. Garret said the magic words, "Halem, Holem Hilee."
He floated to the ground, then ran off into the night.
Garret hid his tracks well, it would take a person hours to follow them, even with magic (everybody read that?) He hoped that would be long enough. Somehow he knew Vixen would be hard to crack, but with the right amount of torture, anyone can be relieved of the pendant.
Garret made his way to a silent alley, now it was only him, her and the pendant, the one that was rightfully his.
Garret layed her down, "Now, my dear, where were we..."
Garret looked away, he couldn't bear it. He couldn't see Vixen like that, why was this warlock here? What in the hell did he want with that pendant?
Garret struggled with the restraints again trying to free himself, but it was useless. This was powerful magic. He only hung there, watching the screen, hoping someone would save Vixen, and more importantly not kill him in the process.
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Roland: "NOOOOO VIXEN!!!!!!" i charged the window and saw him run off into the night
"NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO VIXEN!!!!!!!!!!!" i screamed into the city....
"No......."
i slumped down unto the floor with KingStopper in my hand.
"i will get you ......Garret....you Traitor! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
i screamed realasing years of pent up energy and my gem glowed bright blue my armor was scattered about the room as a great white light surrounded me. When the light dissapated i was clothed in Butieful White Magic Life armor with my gem place in the center of the hilt of Kingstopper
Rei and garr stared on with amazement.
i mearly said
"we have to find fixen and fast..."
"NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO VIXEN!!!!!!!!!!!" i screamed into the city....
"No......."
i slumped down unto the floor with KingStopper in my hand.
"i will get you ......Garret....you Traitor! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
i screamed realasing years of pent up energy and my gem glowed bright blue my armor was scattered about the room as a great white light surrounded me. When the light dissapated i was clothed in Butieful White Magic Life armor with my gem place in the center of the hilt of Kingstopper
Rei and garr stared on with amazement.
i mearly said
"we have to find fixen and fast..."
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Vixen felt a slight tingling in her hands and feet. Could the effects of whatever he had used on her be wearing off she wondered. She flexed her hand even as she shuddered as she felt Garrets touch again. She gulped hard. She could feel the cold ground under her. She looked up... Garret's face... it was Garret wasn't it? Goddess she hoped it wasn't... but... if it wasn't then... who and how? She looked into those eyes... her Garret's eyes... so cold and calculating now... so... evil.
"GARRET!" She screamed... realising her lungs worked. "Garret!!" she tried again... the Warlock cursed... he lowered his head again to taste her blood and to fill her with his magical venom. She struggled feeling her limbs working slowly. "OH GODDESS GARRET!... if you're in there PLEASE... please... fight it... FIGH..." she was cut of with a gurgle... she felt those inhuman teeth on her skin...
She moaned... feeling him sucking... her head spun as she felt her blood leaving her to be replaced by that horrible warmth... that heat... that kept her concious... with sensation... but a complete inabilty to move. Again Garret's face... licking her blood from his lips. He seemed to almost purr as he tasted her. Her eyes were expressive. She was scared.
Suddenly she felt a burning pain as Garret's hands pinched at her sensitive skin. She sobbed... her body quivering with pain. He pinched the nipples... hard... she whimpered. His eyes gleamed. "Sweetheart... don't give in too quick okay? I've never had such a fine specimen to play with before..." Tears filled Vixen's eyes at his cruel words. She felt the cold blade... he teased her with it... she felt it slide down between her breasts... he flicked deftly... she gasped as it cut her... she felt the warm trickle of her blood.
She wanted to close her eyes... but some perverted part of her wouldn't let her shut out the image of her best friend... her best friend... she cried... her head shaking... "no" as if she still believed this could all be some sick nightmare... she would wake up.
The knife continued downwards... she felt it tug against the weight of her pants. She heard the sound of footsteps. She managed to turn her head. She saw robes... familiar... just like Sith's she thought numbly. She felt the cool air against her skin as Garret cut away her last remenants of clothing. She felt the sharp pain of teeth against her soft stomach... those hands... parting her thighs... she screamed... just as a bolt of energy hit Garret's body. A dark shadow screamed and churned about Garret. His body shook like someone was shaking a ragdoll. The warlock screamed in agony... it found the blood on Vixen's stomach and poured itself into it. Vixen jolted, she felt something cold slide into her... then nothing. She groaned as Garret's now limp body colapsed on top of her.
Moment's later Sith pushed him gently off her and cradled Vixen's body to him. His cool fingers stroking her face. "It's okay Vixen... he was possessed... I managed to vanquish him."
She shivered in his arms. She wanted to tell him something... but she couldn't remember what it was. Something cold... but her mind was hazy... Sith's voice was so soothing. She was so grateful Garret was okay... she knew he wouldn't have harmed her. Poor Garret... she must tell him it was okay now. She fell asleep in Sith's arms, just as Roland and Rei finally found them. Roland drew his sword ready to plunge it into Garret's limp body.
"NO ROLAND!" Sith said... "he was possessed... the demon has been driven out... you and Rei... carry him..." He looked up to see Abdusalim standing his sword also ready. Sith saw the look in the man's eyes as he looked at Vixen's bloody naked form. Sith was no he-man... he knew he couldn't lift Vixen himself... years of schoolarly pursuits didn't involve lifting anything heavier than a book. "Would you take her please? She sleeps now..."
Abdusalim knelt to take the sleeping woman up in his arms. The group slowly made their way back to Ussin's.
"GARRET!" She screamed... realising her lungs worked. "Garret!!" she tried again... the Warlock cursed... he lowered his head again to taste her blood and to fill her with his magical venom. She struggled feeling her limbs working slowly. "OH GODDESS GARRET!... if you're in there PLEASE... please... fight it... FIGH..." she was cut of with a gurgle... she felt those inhuman teeth on her skin...
She moaned... feeling him sucking... her head spun as she felt her blood leaving her to be replaced by that horrible warmth... that heat... that kept her concious... with sensation... but a complete inabilty to move. Again Garret's face... licking her blood from his lips. He seemed to almost purr as he tasted her. Her eyes were expressive. She was scared.
Suddenly she felt a burning pain as Garret's hands pinched at her sensitive skin. She sobbed... her body quivering with pain. He pinched the nipples... hard... she whimpered. His eyes gleamed. "Sweetheart... don't give in too quick okay? I've never had such a fine specimen to play with before..." Tears filled Vixen's eyes at his cruel words. She felt the cold blade... he teased her with it... she felt it slide down between her breasts... he flicked deftly... she gasped as it cut her... she felt the warm trickle of her blood.
She wanted to close her eyes... but some perverted part of her wouldn't let her shut out the image of her best friend... her best friend... she cried... her head shaking... "no" as if she still believed this could all be some sick nightmare... she would wake up.
The knife continued downwards... she felt it tug against the weight of her pants. She heard the sound of footsteps. She managed to turn her head. She saw robes... familiar... just like Sith's she thought numbly. She felt the cool air against her skin as Garret cut away her last remenants of clothing. She felt the sharp pain of teeth against her soft stomach... those hands... parting her thighs... she screamed... just as a bolt of energy hit Garret's body. A dark shadow screamed and churned about Garret. His body shook like someone was shaking a ragdoll. The warlock screamed in agony... it found the blood on Vixen's stomach and poured itself into it. Vixen jolted, she felt something cold slide into her... then nothing. She groaned as Garret's now limp body colapsed on top of her.
Moment's later Sith pushed him gently off her and cradled Vixen's body to him. His cool fingers stroking her face. "It's okay Vixen... he was possessed... I managed to vanquish him."
She shivered in his arms. She wanted to tell him something... but she couldn't remember what it was. Something cold... but her mind was hazy... Sith's voice was so soothing. She was so grateful Garret was okay... she knew he wouldn't have harmed her. Poor Garret... she must tell him it was okay now. She fell asleep in Sith's arms, just as Roland and Rei finally found them. Roland drew his sword ready to plunge it into Garret's limp body.
"NO ROLAND!" Sith said... "he was possessed... the demon has been driven out... you and Rei... carry him..." He looked up to see Abdusalim standing his sword also ready. Sith saw the look in the man's eyes as he looked at Vixen's bloody naked form. Sith was no he-man... he knew he couldn't lift Vixen himself... years of schoolarly pursuits didn't involve lifting anything heavier than a book. "Would you take her please? She sleeps now..."
Abdusalim knelt to take the sleeping woman up in his arms. The group slowly made their way back to Ussin's.
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Roland: I was frantic
"is vixen ok?! how do you think she is!!!!"
Sith turned around and slapped me across the face
"get a hold of yourself man!"
"i-im sorry sith...i just...i mean i have been serching for whoever had that pendent for so long..and now...i find it was right in front of my nose the whole time....but i still cant belive it...vixen....my sister......"
"is vixen ok?! how do you think she is!!!!"
Sith turned around and slapped me across the face
"get a hold of yourself man!"
"i-im sorry sith...i just...i mean i have been serching for whoever had that pendent for so long..and now...i find it was right in front of my nose the whole time....but i still cant belive it...vixen....my sister......"
The soap opera deepens
Abdusalim looked at Roland with amusement. "You really think that? That you are her brother?" he said with a smile. "I am one of the few people alive who know the whole Tristam family story... my story; and I can tell you that no, you can not be brothers."
After a slow intake of air he went on "Since the sad events that led to Tristam and Isoud's death, due to, some sages say, a curse placed by the Goddess on the Sultan for his mistreatment of Isoud, all members of the family have at most two children. For what I know vixen has a brother, so you can not be her brother. Although you could be a cousin, a far removed cousin."
Roland was at the same time happy and sad about the news. If they where not brothers, there still was some hope for his relation with her.
Abdusalim looked at Roland with amusement. "You really think that? That you are her brother?" he said with a smile. "I am one of the few people alive who know the whole Tristam family story... my story; and I can tell you that no, you can not be brothers."
After a slow intake of air he went on "Since the sad events that led to Tristam and Isoud's death, due to, some sages say, a curse placed by the Goddess on the Sultan for his mistreatment of Isoud, all members of the family have at most two children. For what I know vixen has a brother, so you can not be her brother. Although you could be a cousin, a far removed cousin."
Roland was at the same time happy and sad about the news. If they where not brothers, there still was some hope for his relation with her.
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OOC:ha ha sith. thanks for takin down me ship there...so why do i have the gem that is the sister gem to hers? r we soulmates or some thin?
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Garret had finally been removed from that warlock's restraints. He seemed to have forgot about him for a moment, or so it seemed.
The screen followed him everywhere he went, not that there is anywhere to go in a black void mind you, but still it followed him just the same.
Garret didn't want to look, since that monster had almost killed Vixen he couldn't wait to get his hands around his neck.
The problem was that they were his hands,and it was his neck. Garret sighed, he couldn't think of a way to kill the warlock without killing him in the process. And somehow he knew that the only person who did know was the warlock himself.
Garret peered into the screen, doubtful, but unable to resist...
Garret opened his eyes. He was in another room, and tied down. He tried to break the chains, but with no avail.
Garret looked at the bracelet, murmuring one word, "Frilee."
A small spark emitted from the chain, but it didn't not break.
"Damnit," he said aloud, "magic proof. I should have known."
There was no one in the room besides him. Garret had a feeling though they were all close by, especialy that bitch who had his pendant.
(OOC: Roland, ask the warlock who he originally stole it from, that might be who is your sister/soulmate/whatever)
Garret started to scream.
"YOU FOOLS. I AM KILLING HIM INSIDE ME, YOU KNOW. SOON HE WILL BE DEAD, AND IT WILL BE ALL YOUR FAULT."
Garret heard the echo fill through the house. He smiled, torture was so much fun.
"ALL I ASK FOR IS THE PENDANT. THEN I WILL BE OUT OF HERE, AND OUT OF HIS BODY. IF NOT, THEN THEN YOU HAVE SEALED YOUR FRIEND TO CERTAIN DOOM!"
Garret laughed hideously at this. He loved making humans squirm in their seats. Garret paused, letting the silence hit them.
He couldn't wait to see what pathetic defences they had. He knew there was only one other man on earth who knew as much about the far east traditional magic as he did. The last Garret heard he was dead though. This was so sad for the little soul inside of him. Garret laughed again, it sounded so evil, perfect.
Even now he was playing with Vixen. If they would only give back the pendant. If someone stole it fair and square it is theirs, pure and simple.
Garret went back to screaming again, it gave him such a thrill.
The screen followed him everywhere he went, not that there is anywhere to go in a black void mind you, but still it followed him just the same.
Garret didn't want to look, since that monster had almost killed Vixen he couldn't wait to get his hands around his neck.
The problem was that they were his hands,and it was his neck. Garret sighed, he couldn't think of a way to kill the warlock without killing him in the process. And somehow he knew that the only person who did know was the warlock himself.
Garret peered into the screen, doubtful, but unable to resist...
Garret opened his eyes. He was in another room, and tied down. He tried to break the chains, but with no avail.
Garret looked at the bracelet, murmuring one word, "Frilee."
A small spark emitted from the chain, but it didn't not break.
"Damnit," he said aloud, "magic proof. I should have known."
There was no one in the room besides him. Garret had a feeling though they were all close by, especialy that bitch who had his pendant.
(OOC: Roland, ask the warlock who he originally stole it from, that might be who is your sister/soulmate/whatever)
Garret started to scream.
"YOU FOOLS. I AM KILLING HIM INSIDE ME, YOU KNOW. SOON HE WILL BE DEAD, AND IT WILL BE ALL YOUR FAULT."
Garret heard the echo fill through the house. He smiled, torture was so much fun.
"ALL I ASK FOR IS THE PENDANT. THEN I WILL BE OUT OF HERE, AND OUT OF HIS BODY. IF NOT, THEN THEN YOU HAVE SEALED YOUR FRIEND TO CERTAIN DOOM!"
Garret laughed hideously at this. He loved making humans squirm in their seats. Garret paused, letting the silence hit them.
He couldn't wait to see what pathetic defences they had. He knew there was only one other man on earth who knew as much about the far east traditional magic as he did. The last Garret heard he was dead though. This was so sad for the little soul inside of him. Garret laughed again, it sounded so evil, perfect.
Even now he was playing with Vixen. If they would only give back the pendant. If someone stole it fair and square it is theirs, pure and simple.
Garret went back to screaming again, it gave him such a thrill.
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Roland: we had all heard the madness he spouted and i coulnt take it any more.
"im sick of this game"
I crashed into the room and grabbed garrets shirt
"OK pal Who The F-ck is inside of garret! Awanser me you sick feind! Whered you get that gem damnit? Awanser Me!"
i was in a rage. My cool and calm thought process shattered by the fact this Jackass hurt vixen.
"im sick of this game"
I crashed into the room and grabbed garrets shirt
"OK pal Who The F-ck is inside of garret! Awanser me you sick feind! Whered you get that gem damnit? Awanser Me!"
i was in a rage. My cool and calm thought process shattered by the fact this Jackass hurt vixen.
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Vixen felt so strange. She wanted to wake up, but everything around her felt so... heavy... like she was swimming in honey... and she couldn't get out. The blackness swirled about her as she struggled. She felt someone's hand on her shoulder and turned. In her troubled sleep... deep deep inside she screamed.
It was Garret, but not Garret. The figure smiled at her his lips dripping blood. Her whole body jerked as she awoke screaming loudly, her whole body covered in sweat. She shivered with cold. She saw two guards at her door. The fire crackled merrily before her. She still shivered. She felt so cold.
A serving woman entered her room and seeing her awake smiled, indicating a hot tub of water big enough for her to soak in. Vixen smiled gratefully. She shed her clothes and slipped into the hot water. She only found temporary relief from the cold in her bones though. She stepped out of the bath and dryed herself. She found fresh clothing. A long sleeved dress of sorts. She did all this, dressing, fixing her hair as if... as if in a day dream. She requested a cloak... the serving woman asked if she was going somewhere.
"Going somewhere?" Vixen looked surprised... "why no... no... I'm just... a little cold..."
The serving woman nodded and went to fetch one. Vixen sat as close to the fire as she could. She felt so cold...
It was Garret, but not Garret. The figure smiled at her his lips dripping blood. Her whole body jerked as she awoke screaming loudly, her whole body covered in sweat. She shivered with cold. She saw two guards at her door. The fire crackled merrily before her. She still shivered. She felt so cold.
A serving woman entered her room and seeing her awake smiled, indicating a hot tub of water big enough for her to soak in. Vixen smiled gratefully. She shed her clothes and slipped into the hot water. She only found temporary relief from the cold in her bones though. She stepped out of the bath and dryed herself. She found fresh clothing. A long sleeved dress of sorts. She did all this, dressing, fixing her hair as if... as if in a day dream. She requested a cloak... the serving woman asked if she was going somewhere.
"Going somewhere?" Vixen looked surprised... "why no... no... I'm just... a little cold..."
The serving woman nodded and went to fetch one. Vixen sat as close to the fire as she could. She felt so cold...
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Roland: he just kept on laughing like a lunatic. then out of the corner of my eye i noticed something...his teeth.. they looked. odd to me....maybe it was my imagination...but..i am not sure... i walked out of the room and put my hands on my sides
"we arent getting anything out of him for a while. hes become insane. right now i have bigger things to worry about. comon." we walked to a small room where we had kept vixens slashed clothes i began to inspect the neckline of the vest. i noticed some blood here and my own ran cold...
"Garr come here for a second...did you see vixens neck bloody in any way?"
"well roland...come to think of it yes i did...it seemed like a scratch to me but i could have been wrong...why?"
"i think i will need to check up on vixen after she is out of her bath. If its what i think it is we are in deep trouble.."
"we arent getting anything out of him for a while. hes become insane. right now i have bigger things to worry about. comon." we walked to a small room where we had kept vixens slashed clothes i began to inspect the neckline of the vest. i noticed some blood here and my own ran cold...
"Garr come here for a second...did you see vixens neck bloody in any way?"
"well roland...come to think of it yes i did...it seemed like a scratch to me but i could have been wrong...why?"
"i think i will need to check up on vixen after she is out of her bath. If its what i think it is we are in deep trouble.."
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He was wearing them down. Now it was time for some decisive action. It would take a lot of energy. Garret concentrated on the pendants energy. It's flow was distinct and he could find it anywhere. Thats how he found this place in the first place.
He saw her with his pendant on. He couldn't believe she wore it like it was her own. He saw her getting dressed. Garret knew it was time.
He blasted out in his mind towards hers. A pure psychic wave entered her brain. He could feel her in pain.
"YOU AREN"T FINISHED YET BTICH, GIVE ME MY PENDANT."
Garret left. He was drained. It didn't last very long, but it was very effective. Garret lapsed into unconscious.
Garret watched as the screen went black, then disappeared into nothing. He didn't understand, what was going on.
Then he saw the warlock, descend from the light, and come down to him.
Garret ran towards him, hurling his body at the monster.
"DDDDIIIIEEEEE." Garret hit him, hard. The warlock fell to the ground.
Garret stood up, "I am going to..."
The warlock put up a hand. Garret was flown through the air. He hit something hard, knocking the wind out of him.
The warlock rose, looking at him with pure hate," You know. I have been way too easy on you. It is time I started fighting fire with fire."
Garret watched in horror as a wall of fire arose around him. He could feel the heat, it was terrible.
"NO, NOOOO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," he screamed.
The warlock laughed, feeling more rested he went back up to the light.
"See you in a few. Don't worry, you won't die, yet."
Garret heard him laugh as he left. He watched in horror as the flames inched closer.
He saw her with his pendant on. He couldn't believe she wore it like it was her own. He saw her getting dressed. Garret knew it was time.
He blasted out in his mind towards hers. A pure psychic wave entered her brain. He could feel her in pain.
"YOU AREN"T FINISHED YET BTICH, GIVE ME MY PENDANT."
Garret left. He was drained. It didn't last very long, but it was very effective. Garret lapsed into unconscious.
Garret watched as the screen went black, then disappeared into nothing. He didn't understand, what was going on.
Then he saw the warlock, descend from the light, and come down to him.
Garret ran towards him, hurling his body at the monster.
"DDDDIIIIEEEEE." Garret hit him, hard. The warlock fell to the ground.
Garret stood up, "I am going to..."
The warlock put up a hand. Garret was flown through the air. He hit something hard, knocking the wind out of him.
The warlock rose, looking at him with pure hate," You know. I have been way too easy on you. It is time I started fighting fire with fire."
Garret watched in horror as a wall of fire arose around him. He could feel the heat, it was terrible.
"NO, NOOOO, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO," he screamed.
The warlock laughed, feeling more rested he went back up to the light.
"See you in a few. Don't worry, you won't die, yet."
Garret heard him laugh as he left. He watched in horror as the flames inched closer.
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Roland, Rei, and garr: i knocked on vixens Door
"Are you decent? can we come in for a second???"
to be sure i had my silver knife, a wooden stake and mallet, and my book of illnesses
"Are you decent? can we come in for a second???"
to be sure i had my silver knife, a wooden stake and mallet, and my book of illnesses
Abdusalim
Abdusalim placed his hand in Roland's breast.
"Not so fast there, sir. Whatever happens, lady Vixen is still Vixen. 'A rose is a rose is a rose', as some poet of yours said. Or 'a rose by any other name'. So don't try any fancy things with your stake or mallet or silver dagger."
Abdusalim placed his hand in Roland's breast.
"Not so fast there, sir. Whatever happens, lady Vixen is still Vixen. 'A rose is a rose is a rose', as some poet of yours said. Or 'a rose by any other name'. So don't try any fancy things with your stake or mallet or silver dagger."
Sith
He looked at Roland with a smile.
"Silver daggers, my friend? That is for someone affected by the lupus sindrome, or lycanthropy, what you would call a werewolf. Vampires, on the other hand, are something different. Unless that dagger is blessed, it won't do much to a vampire."
With a tsk he went on "And it is very probable that Vixen hasn't turned into a vampire. It is a bit more difficult than that. There have been one or two cases in which someone just barely bitten by a vampire has turned into one of the undead, if I recall correctly, three. But that was people that wanted to embrace their dark side, they became vampires out of sheer desire."
He knocked at the door and went in first.
He looked at Roland with a smile.
"Silver daggers, my friend? That is for someone affected by the lupus sindrome, or lycanthropy, what you would call a werewolf. Vampires, on the other hand, are something different. Unless that dagger is blessed, it won't do much to a vampire."
With a tsk he went on "And it is very probable that Vixen hasn't turned into a vampire. It is a bit more difficult than that. There have been one or two cases in which someone just barely bitten by a vampire has turned into one of the undead, if I recall correctly, three. But that was people that wanted to embrace their dark side, they became vampires out of sheer desire."
He knocked at the door and went in first.
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Roland: "still you two, it dosent hurt to be prepared. we dont know what she is thinking right now, after garret attacked her and all that. we need to be extra cautious if it pleases u i will leave my weapons here." i set them down and walked in with a genuine look of worry in my eyes...comon vixen be ok......
OOC: good plot twist if shes not!
OOC: good plot twist if shes not!
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Vixen saw the Warlock. His eyes full of hatred. She couldn't even scream. She was so scared, her voice froze in her throat. He was all around her. Her scream of terror gurgled in her throat. She felt pain... so much pain... like lightening burning across her mind. The pendant? That was all she could see now... he wanted it.
The pain was too horrible. She didn't even hear the knock on the door. How had he found her? The agony... the pendant... she must... she must give it to him... she felt the poison in her veins. Like ice crawling through her making her feel colder and colder. She shivered. Then he was gone. She blinked... moaning as she fell from her chair into a heap on the floor.
She gasped trying to think. Her hand strayed to the pendant. It glowed, but weakly. She felt a mild warmth in her fingers where she touched it. She blinked and the shivering stopped. She could still feel the cold deep inside, but it wasn't paralyzing her. Finally she heard the knock. She stood carefully and faced the door. Apart from the mild sheen of sweat on her forhead... she looked fine.
"Enter!" she said... and her mind clicked over as she recalled that very word been said to her... when was it?... Abdusalim, Sith, Roland and Rei entered her chambers. She smiled at them. She felt... so far away... so removed from the situation... like it was happening to someone else. This was amusing to her. "What is the matter? All this banging on my door so late at night... is there some trouble?"
Sith looked at her carefully. She smiled at him and cocked her head to the side, mimicking his stare. He smiled tenatitvely back at her. "Are you okay Vixen? Nothing... bothering you at all?"
She looked surprised... "okay? Of course... why wouldn't I be?" She must not show them, she must not worry them... the little voice in her head repeated over and over. Roland watched her with suspicion. She poked her tongue out at him, "what are those for? Present for me? Not my birthday till next month!" She laughed. He grinned at her taunt... this was the Vixen he knew so well.
"Well... since clearly you're all here just to check up on me..." she did a little twirl, her dress floating up to reveal her naked feet and ankles... "as you can see..." she continued holding out her arms... "I'm fine!"
Rei looked at her carefully... "could I ummm... just see your teeth first?"
"My teeth?" She looked at him like he was nuts... she pulled open her mouth and they saw... perfectly normal looking teeth... white and clean... she obviously took care of them... "see? this is what human teeth look like tiger-man... " she laughed... "honestly... you boys are so strange... no more lessons for today... I'm soooo tired... must rest." She started to shoo them out the door...
The pain was too horrible. She didn't even hear the knock on the door. How had he found her? The agony... the pendant... she must... she must give it to him... she felt the poison in her veins. Like ice crawling through her making her feel colder and colder. She shivered. Then he was gone. She blinked... moaning as she fell from her chair into a heap on the floor.
She gasped trying to think. Her hand strayed to the pendant. It glowed, but weakly. She felt a mild warmth in her fingers where she touched it. She blinked and the shivering stopped. She could still feel the cold deep inside, but it wasn't paralyzing her. Finally she heard the knock. She stood carefully and faced the door. Apart from the mild sheen of sweat on her forhead... she looked fine.
"Enter!" she said... and her mind clicked over as she recalled that very word been said to her... when was it?... Abdusalim, Sith, Roland and Rei entered her chambers. She smiled at them. She felt... so far away... so removed from the situation... like it was happening to someone else. This was amusing to her. "What is the matter? All this banging on my door so late at night... is there some trouble?"
Sith looked at her carefully. She smiled at him and cocked her head to the side, mimicking his stare. He smiled tenatitvely back at her. "Are you okay Vixen? Nothing... bothering you at all?"
She looked surprised... "okay? Of course... why wouldn't I be?" She must not show them, she must not worry them... the little voice in her head repeated over and over. Roland watched her with suspicion. She poked her tongue out at him, "what are those for? Present for me? Not my birthday till next month!" She laughed. He grinned at her taunt... this was the Vixen he knew so well.
"Well... since clearly you're all here just to check up on me..." she did a little twirl, her dress floating up to reveal her naked feet and ankles... "as you can see..." she continued holding out her arms... "I'm fine!"
Rei looked at her carefully... "could I ummm... just see your teeth first?"
"My teeth?" She looked at him like he was nuts... she pulled open her mouth and they saw... perfectly normal looking teeth... white and clean... she obviously took care of them... "see? this is what human teeth look like tiger-man... " she laughed... "honestly... you boys are so strange... no more lessons for today... I'm soooo tired... must rest." She started to shoo them out the door...
OOC: If she is not then Sith will find out if his skin stops the byte of a vampire (not unless it is very short). But I don't really picture a snake man, who already has fangs with venom, becoming a vampire. It would be a very interesting moral dilemma. To feed, unlike other vampires, he always has to kill, as he poisons his victims, and with the weak defenses after the blood loss they surely die... (yes, I'm into old school Vampire RPG, 1st edition, all the angst and the humanity lost troubles...)
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OOC: its not sith im worried about its me
::Shivers a bit:: being a snake man was cool, but being a vampire is a little unnerving, even though my char would think its the best thing scince sliced bread..
::Shivers a bit:: being a snake man was cool, but being a vampire is a little unnerving, even though my char would think its the best thing scince sliced bread..
