Posts by Descend

Wide, blue eyes stared into his, her heart pounding against her ribcage. She wanted to move away from him, but his gaze was affecting her heavily, and entered a rather drunken state. Her muscles tensed yet feeling relaxed; she was locked in place.
Despite this, her eyes shone with horror, afraid of the monster inching closer to her neck. How had she not noticed this before? Feeling her hands grip the sheets she could only stare, her tears blurring her vision before they spilled over, running down her cheeks. She wasn't even able to open her mouth to tell him to stop, to tell him to get away. She felt sweat begin to form as she struggled against her frozen muscles, and her jaw lock as she attempted to speak. Why.... Her thoughts were quiet; feeble and as weak as she was feeling. Please stop... It was useless thinking these things, but for some odd reason if gave her a chilling comfort.

Her eyes only grew wider as his teeth sunk back into her skin, a scream pierced through her lips, but it was barely there considering she wasn't really able to use any part of her body. The bite didn't hurt as much as she had expected, but the feeling of the blood leaving her body made her face grow pale, and that was what caused the... screech. Her hands shifted in the slightest, her nails digging into his skin the longer he kept pressed into her neck, and the tears only continuing tenfold. She was feeling a mixture of different emotions, but most of all was fear and disgust.
"I..... I trusted you..." She squeezed out, but it took a lot of energy from her just to say that. She had trusted this man... why would he do this? Why would he be such a monstrous creature?

Feeling that spell drop, she fell over onto the bed, and slowly lifted herself up with shaky arms. Hearing his words her eyes shifted to the side, a dark emotion hidden in their blue depths. She ignored what he said for now, and turning towards him, lifted her hand and slapped him as hard as she could before putting a hand over the two small holes in her neck, rubbing her hand on them before looking at her hand, and seeing it was bloody only grew angrier.
"So, just because I was the only one who hadn't.... That means I deserve to?!" She snapped, the tears starting again but she just gripped the bed sheets, forcing her tears to stop. "Get away from me!" She added, kicking in his direction, and threatening to kick him.

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sorry my mouse spazzed and clicked on the unfriend thing ;;

"Why wouldn't you just ask...!" She said weakly, the tears just starting again. All of this was a little too much for her to handle. "And why couldn't it just be some random person?! Why did it have to be me..." She clenched her own fists slowly, staring at her lap as the tears dripped onto her pants. "And you deserve to die now! After this..." She moved away from him, trying to get off of the bed. "Take me home. Then just.... stay away from me...!" She said, but it was fear fueling these emotions. She had always cared about her boss, he gave her so much, but now he was taking so much away.

She stared at her feet, but walked over to her Boss slowly, and slowly took hold of his wrist, and tried to ease his hands to stop him from hurting himself. "I hate you for this, don't make me think this is my forgiving you," She muttered to him, looking at him with her blue eyes, the little gold flecks not shining they normally did. She grabbed a cloth and cleaned the blood from his palms. "But... I don't blame you, either.." She said quietly, stopping in what she was doing as she sighed.

She kept dabbing at the wounds he had created on his own hands, hoping to clean up all the blood that he had drawn from his palms. "Er..... Where am I, boss?" She asked, looking up at him slowly. She decided earlier she wanted to go home... But where was home? She had a home, didn't she? Why was all of this becoming so difficult to remember? She stopped cleaning his wounds as she stumbled. Had she lost too much blood? She just fell onto the ground. "Ugh..."

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sorry. decided last minute i wanted to change it...

Her breath caught in her throat as a swelling pain grew in a sudden motion within her chest, as if her heart was bursting. Her mind began to grow hazy before she felt herself fall, and falling unconscious, her mind dark and her body growing a little cold to the touch as her body did it's best to kickstart itself once again.
When she awoke she put a hand to her temple, her head was aching, and it felt as if something was missing, heavy on her shoulders did it weight, but she shook her head a bit. Focusing on her surroundings she tried to figure where she was.

When her vision cleared she saw Arthur, and blinked. "Boss... why are you here..?" Calling him Arthur was a little too strange to her, it didn't seem... fitting, right now or rather... for as much as she could remember ' Boss ' fit much better. She sighed, getting to her feet slowly, "Where's some advil...." She grumbled, stopping at the edge of her bed and rubbing her temples.

( Her name is Shurei. Or Ms. Iacono )

"Oh, er.... Alright..." She mumbled, getting to her feet. "Well... thank you..." She said with a bleak smile, walking past him and going into her kitchen. She only had a small, one-story home. Walking on the tile she nearly fell, but gained her footing pretty quickly. "Wait uhm.... why are you still here, then..?" She asked, the question only coming to mind now that her head wasn't pounding as much.

Her face scrunched at the smell. "God... Your breaths stinks." She said bluntly before covering her mouth, realizing how rude that had sounded. "Er.. I uh... I didn't mean it like that but... I just... your breath smells like blood..." She muttered, staring at her feet. She hoped that little remark didn't just cost her, her job. But she went over to her fridge and grabbed some watermelon-flavoured juice, pouring a glass so she could take an Advil.

She blinked, watching him hurry on out the door. She ran a hand through her dark brown hair slowly. She'd have to repay him later.. She went up into her bathroom to see if she was looking pale. Normally if she woke up with a headache she was sick. She blinked at her paleness, and looked overly confused when she saw the marks. She'd ask about it tomorrow.. She sighed a little bit and showered, before sitting on her bed. Was she supposed to be at work? She couldn't even remember what day it was.

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I'm sorry I keep rewriting my posts, but if I'm making things happen that you don't want to happen, please tell me.

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The next day Shurei called in sick, saying that she didn't know how or why she was feeling under the weather, but that she just wasn't going to make it into work. After making the call, she dialed her doctor's number, and scheduled for an appointment. For some reason since she had found those little marks on her neck, she had felt like she had the flu, and she figured she had gotten bit by a bug or something that she was having a bad reaction to.

-- Reserve? I'll be posting in a second ~

From the side approached a well-groomed brown and white she-cat. Her odd colouration was rather interesting. It was almost as if she was a brown cat beneath the white. It was hard to tell what type of cat she was, but she appeared to be a slender maine coon; a large cat. Her owner encouraged her forward, and following the orders given she walked over, her tail waving high in the air as each paw was placed gracefully in front of the other.
"Hello, Darlings." Her British accent was thick. Her collar was nothing to gawk at, just a simple ring that had intricate marking carved into the leather. She didn't appear to have a speck of dirt on her, but that was due to careful and considerate, also constant, grooming.
Her whiskers twitched at the food she saw the two eating, but she did not seem interested. "Hmm, so you both know Pandora?" She asked, her head tilting in the slightest. She stood very high, nothing sloppy about her posture either. "Curious little cats, you are." She purred with amusement, easily towering over both she-cats.

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Damien leaped down from the wall that blocked others out from the demon realm, but stumbled and nearly fell. He quickly regained his posture, he couldn't ruin this... disguise already. He ran a hand through his hair shakily, and stretched out his wings. They had once been demon wings, but a long-term spell made them otherwise. He stretched one towards him and tugged at a fear feathers, hoping they'd stay in place, and it just caused him pain to pull at them. He relaxed and tucked them back against his back, and that's when he noticed an actual angel nearby. He grew a little ragged, hopefully he didn't seem him leap from the wall.
Walking over hesitantly he coughed a little bit. "Uhm, excuse me...." His voice was hesitant. "I need to get back into Heaven, they grabbed me and kept me in prison. They'll be looking for me within a minute or so, can you help me?" He came up with this as quickly as he could, for he really knew if anyone saw an angel here all hell, literately, would break loose. He actually felt uneasy, what if the other demons mistook him for an angel as well? It would mean the disguise was working well, but it'd also cost him his life. Hearing a voice he pulled the angel over to the wall, holding his breath before he realized he was only hearing thing and shakily he moved away from the stones. "I know I'm asking a lot of you but... I can't go back in there...!" He faked a panic expression and voice, his blue eyes sparked with a hint of fear. He was a good actor, but he couldn't keep this up forever. Within himself he was laughing, about ready to cry from how stupid he felt as he acted like an afraid angel boy. He was 17 himself, but he looked a little older than he actually was.

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It's alright, I understand how hard it is to type on a phone xD

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Damien gave a bleak smile. "Thank you." He told him, though the pull of being up in heaven strained against what heart he might have left. This angel may not be able to see through his costume, but heaven itself could sense the darkness that filled him. He peered past the male who had helped him get into Heaven, and tilted his head. "..Perhaps we should move away from the gate?" He asked, feeling nervousness radiate off of the other's body. He didn't know how Heaven worked, but he guess being near the gate or even opening the gate was basically a sin within itself.
He began walking, but not very quickly, as if he expected the male to show him where to go, but he couldn't where to head, he'd have to figure it out. "Uhh... So what's your name?" He asked, stopping and looking at him slightly, a slight tilt to his head that showed all of his curiousity. He wasn't entirely sure why he bothered with the angel any longer, but maybe having a friend in this.... light place was a good thing. A good safehouse if he needed it. He had a few issues to solve before he could begin anyways, and it was possible the angel could help him do everything easily. "My name is..." He paused, did Damien sound like a name a demon would have? He pushed the doubt away and flashed a friendly smile. "Damien." He finished, though it felt rather awkward telling the angel his name. Down in Hell no one cared what your name was except those of the Council. Only when you did something wrong was your name ever brought up.

Giving her head a soft toss, she rolled back on her heels and settled into a strong sitting position. "My name, hmmm? You truly are curious." She seemed like an odd she-cat, but very friendly. "Shurei," She noted proudly, her name pronounced; ' Sure-eh ', though it sounded more like Charades due to her accent. "It is very nice to meet you, indeed!" She exclaimed cheerfully. "It is possible you have a spot of tea? I do miss my morning teas," She suddenly sounded solemn, her ears rotating back before she dropped the sadness, and put on a smile yet again. "Paris is quite the place," She admitted, "I could not help but look out from the window from those strange flying monsters." She snickered, before slowly settling down in a laying position.

A slender shape was further back in the plane, and headed towards the front of it. They were huge, a maine coon; but a short-furred one at that. The eyes blue and green, the mixed colours dotted in golden flecks. The brown on their fur almost looked like a paint bucket had been spilled onto their fur, the white overrun by the brown tabby colour. The she-cat made her way towards the door, and blinked when she spotted two other cats, seemingly waiting for her. She tilted her head, a soft jingle coming from the scarf she was wearing herself, it's smooth red colour reminding any of candy apples, her fur even smelling like the sweet food. She was clearly a kittypet, or had once been one. "Hello..." Voice hesitant, there was a thick Scottish accent to it, though even the accent made her voice seem rather sing-songish. Her fur a little rough here and there. "Are you two going.... to hurt me?" She asked with her head low, as if they were overly threatening despite towering over the two smaller cats. "I do not want to fight... I... I came to Paris to get away from all of this.."

Lifting her head slowly, she seemed to relax. "Odd that ye have the name of the land you live in.." She mumbled, but didn't question it. Ears rotating backwards she straightened out her posture. "My name is Shurei," She said slowly, much hesitation tinting every word that came from her mouth. She obviously couldn't trust these cats too much, her fear keeping her from doing so. "Why did you decide to do this?" She asked after a few moments of silence, looking down at the kit only slightly. She must seem like a giant to the tiny thing.

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Demiti Acorvi ( If it's alright to have a name like this. If not; Torchsoul )
Ꮐender
She-cat
Ꭱank
Warrior
Ꭺppearance
[img width=510 height=300]http://dims.vetstreet.com/dims…amuffin-2-645mk062211.jpg[/img]
Despite her eyes mainly appearing blue, from close you are able to see golden flecks invading the ice blue colour.
Ꮲersonality
Though rather timid at first, she warms up to others easily, and makes very protective and understanding she-cat. It takes time to become her friend and completely earn her trust, but once you are her friend; you are forever. She's easily sensitive, though she may not show her feelings, and she tends to be bad at doing so. She's hard to read until you know every little thing good and bad that push her buttons, and sometimes that means learning the hard way. Around toms she's rather shy, but excels at speaking around other She-cats. To be her mate you'll have to try a lot of different things to see if they woo her. She rarely gets angry, but can give quick a deep claw mark if she does. She has a very high tolerance level, and that makes her pretty good with kits and apprenices. She's a guardian of those she trusts, and will throw herself in harm's way if it comes down to it. She's a she-cat that will cry with you even if she had no reason to cry other than you are. She's very caring, and will all she can to comfort her friends.
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LittleDipper03
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