amalia chandrakant there is a color that shines through your skin Like the moon on the wind As the captive people begin their ascent, Amalia slips away. There is no part of her which wishes to re-enter the Spire: once was enough to prove disastrous, and even now despite Evie's ministration her lungs still burn with fire. The world as they know it is crumbling and falling, and the baker will not have any part in its destruction. Armed with her antler staff and Ludo's lantern, Leaning on her staff before the circle of the shrine, Amalia coughs bitterly, her throat alight with the searing of smoke. She gasps, tears streaking lines in the dust of her face- but they are not just from the coughing, the pain. "Safrin!" Amalia cries to the pre-dawn sky, "Ludo! Frey! The Spire is open, and the Voice-" She coughs again, her plea cut off as her body doubles with the spasm's strength. No longer able to bear the weight of it all, Amalia falls to her knees in the grass, dark eyes downcast upon her clasped fists. "We tried to stop them them..." the girl wheezes, her voice used up, her vocal chords raw. "They killed everything, and they forced their way in, and we couldn't... I tried to save them..." Turning red eyes up to the starlit sky, Amalia's tears continue to fall as she whispers her final plea. "I'm sorry... Old Ones, please, I don't know what to do."
the night is full on behalf or your evaded mask And the rings round your eyes |
sound the bugle now
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04-05-2019, 01:50 AM
frey Lazily Frey appeared, leaning naked against a tree. One of their legs was bent so that their bare foot could feel the bark as they studied a peach held in their hands. Whether Amalia wanted to or not, she'd feel a sensuous tug in their direction. "I'm into a lot of things hon, and while head is definitely one of them, I don't do necrophilia." They said finally with a disdainful sniff towards the decapitated head that the girl had brought with her. "Though I appreciate the thought."
As always, Frey would appear as the heightened embodiment of whatever it was Amalia found attractive. Their sexual characteristics were in flux and hard to describe, and yet the overall quality of them was one of sexual perfection and prowess. the Archangel
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04-05-2019, 03:55 PM
frey "You absolutely could have left him." Frey replies with a shrug. They take a large bite out of the peach, the juices dripping sensually down their arm in a way which suggest sex and not merely sticky limbs.
Not normally one to give out advice, Frey turns their kaleidoscopic gaze towards the dark-eyed girl who seemed incapable of meeting theirs. Striding forward they squat down, sex organs in full view now should Amalia try to keep her eyes downcast. Flicking their fingers towards Kristopher's head, it rolls away in shocking defiance of physics, and as it does it grows smaller. In its wake mushrooms grow instead, and once its trajectory finally ceases, there is nothing left except a strange line of fungus. "You know exactly what to do, and you know you're lying when you said you did everything you could. Your'e alive, which is proof enough that you didn't. The barrier is meant to stay up sweetling, the Voice to stay locked away. But even as the way has been opened, you are here, asking questions you already know the answers to." Frey said, crossing their arms across their chest. the Archangel
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04-05-2019, 04:23 PM
frey "Selfish, weak, mortal." Frey adds on with a shrug, their gaze shooting to the core of Amalia and visually caressing all the hidden parts of her that never want to see the light. "What, you think if you stare hard enough the situation is going to change? Not this time girlie. You knew what you should have done before and you didn't do it. You're flesh and bone and blood and while sometimes that makes your stupidity forgivable, you knew what you should have done and you didn't do it. Those big old dark eyes don't change that."
Frey stands, throwing their peach on to the ground where it immediate degrades and blossoms into a flower. "It's probably already too late." They added, their lips sensual and full twisting into a smile. "You've all already failed. Its all gone too far. But don't beat yourself up too much, I know you're not into that sort of thing—" They interjected with a lazy wink. "—it wasn't just tonight that you fucked up. Oh no, it was all that baking bread and looking for Safrin's stupid books while the new kids on the block were plotting and planning." Off one hook and on to another. the Archangel
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04-05-2019, 05:28 PM
frey "Just because you say it doesn't make it so." Frey said casually. "Want me to help channel that rage into something more pleasant?" They purr, their voice like satin next to a midnight flickering flame. "All that clenched jaw and fists and emotion. It could be all because of something so much better hon. Would you like to see?"
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04-05-2019, 06:15 PM
frey "Well it won't hurt." Frey replied striding forward. "Unless you want it to. A little experimentation is healthy." They towered before the girl now. "The safe word is the Voice." Their voice like the sliding of skin beneath satin sheets with only a midnight candle to light the room. And then Frey enfolded Amalia in their arms and everything went black and Amalia's clothing fell away.
And then red. The world was like what you'd imagine a womb to look like from the inside; indistinct shades of red and black. Frey overcame every willowed part of the young baker, filling her cracked placed and flooding her core with sensation and brilliance. Frey bloomed within Amalia like a lilac in the spring, rejuvenating and bursting from within her. Orgasmic echoes danced through the young woman's belly, shivering down to her toes and making the feeling of the midnight grass around her body feel like a divine experience. Not growing any longer, Frey now rose above Amalia like a wave, bringing the women's body up to the crest of their sensual surge as pressure suddenly released within the baker and an orgasm racked through her. "See—" Frey whispered in that moment, their hands writhing over the young woman from within, caressing her heart and filling her lungs with air that seemed to belay an intimacy of information. The womb-like narrative before them shifted suddenly. Blown up to the clouds Amalia would see the life span of the barrier race by, days occurring in milliseconds. Zooming in with nauseating precision suddenly they were wrapped around the Spire, Frey holding Amalia's naked body from the outside now, limbs far more than they had before cupping every inch of her. As the strains of her orgasm faded away, one of Frey's suddenly-many hands began a slow descent down Amalia's belly, halting just as the cleft of her hip. Below, the spire demon looked up, only it had wide and intelligent eyes and appeared quite tame. With a lolling sort of stride it began to climb the Spire directly towards where Frey and Amalia lingered, its expression one of sort of chaotic joy. Frey's fingers tapped lightly against Amalia's thighs as another hand slithered between her legs, the price for knowledge clear. "More?" They whispered. the Archangel
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04-05-2019, 07:45 PM
frey —It's beautiful. "Life always is."
And then they take, but also give. Hands plunging and the throbbing pulse of Frey suddenly filling Amalia again, suddenly the baker wears Frey like a cloak, her every cell buzzing with a harmonious euphoria. How much she can see through the veil of pleasure rising around her and molding against her is unclear. What there is to see however, is the demon. It appears fully organic now, showing no signs of the deterioration or crazed-mechanics that Amalia would have associated with it. Instead it is seemingly biological perfection. Every piece of it made for some purpose working in microscopic unison. As the second stirrings of an orgasm take root in the base of Amalia's feet and work their tendrils up her thighs and into her spine, time spins once more. Amalia whirls away from the Spire, suspended in a cocoon of animated satisfaction. As she does the demon begins to slowly twitch. Amalia's eyes, fettered and distorted by the whirlwind of pure lust toying with her atoms will see subtle vibrations in the air. Something in the Spire somehow destroying and degrading the demon. It stumbles, it falls from the Spire and Amalia descends slowly with it. As it hits, the world is jolted forward again to a time much more recognizable. The demon is now deranged, mad, but now that the curtain has been pulled back, the truth has been revealed. It was never a guardian. Never a protector. It was a prototype, damaged and then forgotten and left to rot. Amalia's climax obscures whatever longing and sadness she might feel for the creature, as Frey's many-fingers and limbs entangle and twist, tweak and stroke and usher shivers that descend into tingling nerves and extremities. the Archangel
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04-06-2019, 12:13 AM
frey "Now see—" The creature suddenly explodes into a thousand shimmering pieces, one of which will kill Ronin. For now though the Loreseeker is positioned right at the heart of it where the shrapnel begins. Time stops, the pieces held in mid air. There, in the centre, is a fully artificial device. A fail-safe meant to detonate should the creature's health become too low. Is it a kindness, meant to put it out of its misery? Or has its creator turned its last moments of agony into triumph by making it a bomb?
The explosion continues and Frey allows the pair of them to be blown away into the ether, the deity wrapping around Amalia like a second skin that can endure the blast even as they are rocketed outwards and upwards. Time skips again and now they are in the Spire. "Would you like an audience?" Frey asks in a silken whisper, and for a moment Amalia sees them in the third person. The assembled group staring at the Voice and the Core, and there in the corner is Amalia: naked, contorted, sweat beading down her hair, her cheeks flushed and the smell of sex wafting off of her. "We could invite them all, if you like?" | ||||||
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