Beauty & Vengence

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The toned vixen stalked silently into the terra of strange holdings. Her sharp audits perked forward for sounds of disruption. Her alliance; rogue. Her soul; black. Her eyes; deep, with a powerful lust for blades to slice the cages that wrapped around the little fools who questioned her.

Her larynx opened to allow her screams erupt from her lungs. Alas, the corsped beauty had arrived to suck out the souls of lights and leave them perish the flames of hell. The only ruin of her bodice was a deep menacing scar which marked her dial and orbs. Dare anyone stare at her markings and it was off with their head.

Behold the b*tch that held an awesome power which radiated off to any nostrils nearby. Sour but irristable. Either she was honoured or feared. Bloodlines like tar but pure like water. She rose to the peak, hind legs under her, daggers crashing out before penetrating the foundations with a thunder.

Perish those who foolishly turn their back on her. She will hunt you down. She will kill you. And wear your bodice as a medal. A stain will be left on your lips from where she will give you here death of a kiss. Her loins fresh and swept clean to carry the dirt from which spurt out of the God that wins her. In the flames of hell, Lucifer will wait for her whispers. He shall home her creation.

She is coming...

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Muscules revolved beneath his fleshy prison as his skeletal balanced on titaniums, his shackles privoting and arvesting deceased beige blades as the shadowed figure silently crept along the boundaries of her presence, hidden from all eyes on all angles. The contessa's scent lingered in the stinging winds, a scent that attracted a feared beast. Sinner had arrived.

As her shrill call erupted over the plains, the night stalker cackled, revealing his presence. "No need for songs, wretch. Those of Lucifer's alliance should leave the vocals to the light side," he said, his appearance still hidden as his deep sounds came from behind her. "Or be you a trator to your kind?" He asked, placing a sharp nip on his hind quarters before venturing to her front side, a cackle coming forth once more, a sullen smirk on his upper facade.

He took in her scent. Ah, it was indeed irresistable to any stag's hormones. He would indeed fullfill her mission as a vessel soon enough, but how to drive her to his dynasty? Surely she would come willingly to the domain of imfamy, his dynasty of Asile De Nuit. He would simply order her now. If she didn't come willingly, he'd use force. He was not one of the law, afterall, for Sinner was the lead Night Stalker. He didn't take 'no' for an answer.

"You're coming with me. And please, make it simple. I am growing weary of all his defiance coming from the likes of your kind."

He spat, negatively. He was a night stalker, lead to compliment that fact. He could feel the dark sense around the b*tch. Perhaps she would be his favored ess for a while in his land a Asile De Nuit. Perhaps..if she came willingly. If she didn't, she would find herself a slave in no time at all, for none could possibly escape the leader of the night stalkers. Could they?

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Aveindha's deep orbs penetrated the wild beast. Only those with rotting flesh for guts could look deep enough into then to see she was the blackest of souls. She was neither lost or found, therefore she was neither alone or accompanied. However, being a supieror vixen, she certinly did have alot of spite and a fire eating away inside her.

I believe your words are biased, demon. I dare not betray my kind....for I am of a race that is rarely seen in this life time. Therefore I am not really betraying the kind you think I belong to. If youve come here in hope of claiming a dark b*tch then Im afraid I have disapointed you. For I am not a dark, nor a neutral or a putrid light. I am more vile than any demoness you shall ever claim

Her breath smelt grotesque, all flowers surrounding her began to wilt and die. Creatures fled from beneath her nail driven daggers, even the slimy earthworms and maggots. Inbetween her teeth were flesh from unfortunate races that she dispised, both fresh and very old. Her lips and forked tongue were as black as tar, and her voice was chilling and would even cause the evil goddess, Medussa, to flee in terror. Each word that slipped from her lustful lips caused a mist to form around her muzzle, but soon vanished as her words ended.

She smirked and laughed wickedly to herself. You have such a temper and lack of patience. A trade of an evil Lord...you shall have your vixen walk behind you with no trouble. But that does not say I shall be of ease once I am in your hell... she spat. Her dial lowered as her prbs narrowed You, sir, have made a hard, but wise choice

With this, Aviendha flicked her long threads to cause a whiplash sound, slashing the Lord's chest in a dominatrix manner. My name is Aviendha. Now that I have told you my title, perhaps you shall tell me yours, if you do not wish for an easy bride... As she spoke she walked underneath his strong built crown and caressed his chest with her sharp but black ivories. To Aviendha, this large brute was a champion of a rare find.

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As her orbs penetraded his black skeletal, he did the same. He memorized every fine line and detail, every mental flaw and physical imperfection about the contessa. He had to admit, she was something to stare at. Wether that something was positive or negative be your opinion or guess. He'd never tell. She'd have to prove herself as death warmed over if she longed for his respect, however.

"Oh are they? Well, mind you, you will indeed be betraying your current forlorn race for something so hellish, it is hardly imaginable to those who had not be exposed to the likes of it. You will come with me to Asile De Nuit, a place in the hidden place of Hell's Forest. Only then will you join the rest of our posessions beneath the shadows." He hissed. "Oh yes, and I suppose you are wondering who 'we' are. Corpsed wretch, we are the night stalkers. Creepers of the darkness, shadows ourselves, sins of the earth, and advocates of Hades himself." He spat. Little arrogance was in his voice, and there were signs that he was indeed being quite truthful about his title, unlike most arrogant dark stags.

His constrictor was coiled, his jugular wire well hidden from her ivories as she lowered herself under him. He usually took this as a sign of submission, but her sick performance was disgusting him. He drew back with a sneer. "Innnfantillle..," he hissed with the slur of a snake, almost silently beneath his breath so she could have a chance at hearing his words. "If you must know, for I suppose you have a right to address your master by something other than simply 'lord', I am Sinner, leader of the Night Stalkers and first in position beneath the king of my brotherhood." He hissed before turning to lead her off to his wasteland, not even glancing back to see if she would follow as he took his first step towards hell.