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Wessex Theskyra
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#1

They aren’t blind. They aren’t stupid, either. Her people are naturally cautious, cynical, and patient creatures. Life is often cruel here, and one doesn’t survive long without knowing when to bide their time and when to act. This… thing… that landed smack dab in the middle of the bubble has neither saved them nor killed them. It is silent, so some turn away and focus on more important matters. Others speculate wildly, test it when the Outlanders aren’t around, or just plain piss on it.

Wessex is limited, of course, to the times when she can investigate. The whole daylight-fire thing is really the only problem with Ascending. There are ways around it, but it takes time, which she now has plenty of. It sometimes puts the future into a whole new perspective; with no one else to care for, Wessex has luxuries some only dream of - freedom, strength, and biological immunity. Even now, when she has to work under a sliver of a moon, her eyes adjust easily to black-on-black and the faint outlines of an entryway.

The hood of her cloak slips off the back of her head as she steps back and gazes up at the top pointy bit, briefly wondering if she could climb the thing. Would she die if she fell? Probably not, but the risk of not being back in the shadows after the sun rises is too great. This is where an Attuned friend would come in handy… but Wessex is sorely lacking in friends. A soft sigh of frustration escapes. Calloused palms lie flat against the cold stone, forehead slowly coming to rest above them. Her eyes close and Wessex simply listens, breathing deeply and opening her God-given senses.

Nothing’s ever happened before. She doesn’t know why she thinks trying this again will yield new results.


WESSEX
I whispered back, I am the storm.
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Edy
#nofilter

Normally Edy didn't give many fucks about what others were doing. Sure she could be nosey, but that was usually just because she was bored (like now). But even so, seeing a pretty woman leaning up against a big black spire? Wellllll....now that was just too good to pass up. And so, despite the fact that this stroll was meant to be aimless, Edy diverted from her haphazard path and began to move towards the ominous black pillar and the woman at the base of it.

Though Wessex would likely hear her coming (not that Edy knew that of course, but also because it wasn't as though the teenager was trying to keep quiet), the Launceleyn-girl sidled up, a shit-eating grin on her face. Halting a few paces away, she crossed her arms and grinned.

"What, you trying to make it bigger?" She all but purred. At her side, Bobi the bobcat kitten fell onto her side and began to bat a rock back and forth between her paws.

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There’s nothing, yet again. Wessex sighs, resisting the urge to slam her fist against the big black phallus. Secretly she thinks it must have been a distinctly male-type creature who put it there (God(s), Monster(s), Whatever - they’re all obsessed with their dicks), because… well, because.

Steps alert her someone’s presence, so she quickly peeks over her shoulder and sees a young woman approaching. The girl seems harmless enough, so when Wessex turns, she isn’t overly aggressive. In fact, she’s almost aroused by the girl’s sharp beauty. Almost. If it weren’t for the fact that she’s an Outlander. What a shame. But she’ll engage - the girl’s quip is amusing.

“I think it’s about as erect as it can get,” Wessex shoots back, glancing up, up, up into a starless darkness which seems to swallow the tip whole. Facing Edrei, the tawny woman leans casually back against the smooth stone, arms also crossed. “Have you seen any action from this thing?” she asks, genuinely curious. Burning up in sunlight can make getting news about daytime events rather… tricky.  

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Edy
#nofilter

Tapping her fingers along the length of her arm, Edy narrowed her eyes and cast her gaze up the shaft and then back down again. Honestly she was surprised at the utter lack of architecture. Just a big black dick spire? Why?

Grinning as Wessex continued on with Edy's not so subtle salacious commentary, Edy shook her head. "Actually no, shocking as that is." The teenager trilled with a playful scrunch of her nose before suddenly looking serious. "I mean, there was that one time a bunch of our idiots tried to get inside and then were attacked by ...well, whatever the thing that prowls around this place is called." Shrugging her shoulders casually, Edy seemed entirely unfazed. If that little red-headed idiot hadn't been such a know-it-all and just fucked off, Ronin and Koel and the rest of them wouldn't have been nearly torn apart.

Oh well.

"How about you?"

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Her news is titillating, sending a bit of what might be considered an adrenaline rush through Wessex. Her breath hitches. “Oh so that’s what triggered it. I’d heard a monster beat a couple of Outlanders up, but no one ever said why.” A satisfied little smile drifts across her face, and she wonders if the girl can see it in the dark.

“Other than that, no. Doesn’t seem to like me.” Her tone does little to hide the simmering frustration. She’s not quite so arrogant as to think she can take a monster by herself (practically - Edrei doesn’t seem like she could do much), and yet part of her wants to try. Wessex chuckles dryly, but her foot finds a small rock and kicks it away from the base. “But I bet if someone tried to mount it, it would do something.” A pause, and then a grimace. “Eh. That was shit.”

Hey, she’s a fighting-lady, not a books-lady. Puns aren’t her forte. Neither are dick jokes, apparently.


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Edy
#nofilter

"Outlanders? Cute that ya'll have got a nickname for us." Edy chuckled. "The last ...uh...one of you I met thought we were gods sent to save your asses." Looking at the spire, Edy shook her head and licked at one of her canines. "Clearly we did a bang-up job of that." Clearly whatever thoughts Wessex had about their combined usefulness, Edy more or less agreed.

"Hmm." The teenager intones, harbouring precisely none of the same sentiments as her Ascended counterpart. Fight a mutated looking motherfucker that took out roughly 4 of their strongest fighters? LOL NAH BRO. Edy might have been a soldier back in Northaven, but here she was just a bartender and you know what? The Rathskeller was pretty fucking far away from the Spire, as was just about everything else. Leave the angry dog-thing to guard the black dildo, who cares?

Raising an amused brow at Wessex's tried and failed attempt at phallic humour, Edy chuckled under her breath almost sympathetically. "Yep." Edy trilled in bright agreement, before slinking towards Wessex with a mischievous grin. Running a dark hand on the even darker stone, Edy tapped her fingers suggestively against it. "Maybe a woman's touch isn't what it's after, mmmm?"

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“Well…” a snort-chuckle-retort. ”Your private nicknames ain’t so cute,” Wessex shoots back, running over the various colorful insults that have drifted through her mind the past couple of months. She assumes Edrei can take the ribing - nothing about her screams delicate, other than the length of various limbs. A good whack in the right place and she’d be screaming. Such is the frailty of humans.

The girl’s slinking doesn’t go unnoticed. Wessex stands her ground against the cold stone, sliding along its firm edge to draw closer to her. Not so close as to intrude on personal space, but… right on the verge of inappropriate. There’s no need to talk as loudly now, and the older woman’s voice drops down to a more suggestive level. A rough, pale hand joins the darker one in tapping ever so lightly on the surface. “Either that or its a greedy fucker and wants more than one.”

There’s always the possibility that the inanimate object prefers a man’s touch… but that really just seems like such a waste when it has the classic ebony and ivory trope at its proverbial feet.

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The night was black and the shadows were tall.

They spoke and the Spire listened.

Well... Not the Spire exactly. But close enough.

After the witch with the lightning in her fingers had burned it, it had retired to its favourite hiding place to rest. But now fingers drummed through the obsidian monolith, tip-tapping into its ears and drawing its attention.

It woke. Hungry.

The creature dropped to the ground with a soft thump directly behind Edrei, a long stream of drool sliding between its jagged and uneven teeth. A chittering, hoarse noise left its throat - laughter, if they weren't mistaken.

Then it swiped for the Launceleyn-girl's back, intent on shredding ribbons from her flesh.

Wessex it nearly lunged for - nearly. But, as if recognising something, it lifted its eyeless head to the night air and sniffed. Once. Twice, weaving closer, closer still until its wretched breath was inches from her face.

Then it screamed, a high and horrible sound that sent spittle flaying out and over the Ascended.

My territory. Get out.

They would have only one chance to run.

whatever doesn't kill me better run

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Edy
#nofilter

"I can only imagine." Edy said, rolling her eyes. "So far my team has done nothing but piss everything off and just claim shit as their own." So saying the Launceleyn teenager shrugged. That was probably the way of the world, but as someone who had never really a staked a claim to anything before, she did find the idea of finders-keepers on this scale quite...appalling, really.

Happily meeting Wessex's gaze as the woman seemed entirely undaunted by Edy's rather brash antics, and instead adds in her own, which rouses a lingering and heated smile from the teenager. "As long as it knows what it's in for, I'm game.  Just think of-" Before the rest of what is surely to be a suggestive and colourful description of what a three-some between them might be like, there is a soft whoomphh behind Edy.

Soldier though she once was, her reflexes are not particularly keen (they didn't need to be when the amount of violence in Northaven was rampant and she could just walk along the streets locking people up for hours on end), and it was just as the creature lashed out at her that she turned.

Claws raked through her skin like like a knife through soft clay, and the dark umber of her flesh parted to reveal tendrils of maroon. Her arm and side were badly shredded, and given the lack of muscle or fat coating her side, a few of her ribs were revealed as her skin was flayed away. A scream bubbled up through her throat as all manner of magic exploded from her fingertips. Without thought (or rather, singularly focused simply on the feeling of raw agony racing through her left side), she directed what magic she had: life-drain (though the thing didn't really look alive, disintegration, and of course, pure fucking fire.

"Mmnsfffckkrrrrrrr" Edy bleated through clenched teeth, the syllables probably meaning to be some sort of expletive but it was hard to say. Grabbing for her arm and holding it to her chest, Edy leaned left defensively and tried to skuttle away, without turning her back to the thing.

"This your idea of foreplay." She panted, her legs retreating step by painful step backwards.

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So she’s a bit of a cougar. Can’t blame women of a certain age for trying. Lust may not saturate the place between her legs anymore, but that doesn’t mean she forgets how it feels. And it’s all fun and games, really, to see how far she can take it, ‘cause there’s something to be said for still being able to attract a pretty teenager’s attention.

Wessex leans in, keen to hear exactly what this girl had in mind (and they still don’t know each other’s names - maybe it’s better that way), when something even more out of the this world drops out of nowhere. The Ascended doesn’t need enhanced vision to be able to see the shine of drool and glimmer of teeth, to smell the rankness of its alien body.

She barely has time to take a breath in order to tell the girl to move when it lashes out. She reaches for the long knife she keeps at her hip, grabbing it point down, in order to stab as quickly as she can. With the other hand, she reaches for Edrei - any part of her - trying to pull her away. The sound of her pain makes Wessex grit her teeth. Adrenaline jacks up her reflexes, and she is unable to temper her strength. She may not like Outlanders but fuck this thing and its cock-blocking appearance. Gotta get the girl out of here.

Luckily, the monster turns its attention to her next, and as Edrei stumbles away, Wessex moves forward, ready to slice and dice until… it seems to stop. What the actual fuck?  She snarls silently and bares her fangs, reaching down for another knife sheathed at the top of a boot. Spit lands on her face as the creature screams, and she doesn’t know if it’s in pain from the girl’s magic, or it’s a challenge - because The Ascended was dumb enough to piss off a God, and now she’s seriously considering sticking around to try and figure out what this ugly, sentient hunk of flesh is and what it can do.

“Go!” she yells to the injured girl, before doing the stupidest thing she’s ever done (full-on insane, really, but this is no time to analyze Wessex’s psychoses); leaping up, hoping to clear the monster’s head area, both knives outstretched like clawed arms. There’s no prayer to the Gods on her lips, just an overblown faith in her speed and strength, pure determination, and the need to know more than the rest of her people.  

Maybe if she’s lucky, someone will come along before dawn and move her mangled body to safety.


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The scent of blood hit the air and made its mind swim with ecstasy, but before it could turn its full attention back to its prey, fire exploded towards it. The tug of life-drain and the prickle of disintegration was nothing it couldn't shrug off or recover from, but fire...

A tinny shriek left its jaws, but before it could round on Edrei she was gone. Flames raked its right side, its claws clicking and twitching together reflexively, and the stink of burning rot filled the air. But rest would have to wait, for there were more important things.

Interloper.

Wessex made as if to leap over its head, knives outstretched like tiny toys, and it eagerly jumped to join her. Both sets of claws raked down, catching the Ascended from collarbone to navel. There would be no time to call for help. No time for interruptions. They would have only one chance to run. No time for second chances.

However Wessex chose to defend herself would surely be valiant - however, it would all be for naught. Relentless, inhumanly quick and with teeth and nails eager to part flesh from bone, it had all the time in the world to wear her down. When it caught her - however long that took - it would rend her piece by piece, scattering tatters of flesh and bone and ribbons of muscle to the winds. And all was as it should be.

{If it was not clear from the description, the Spire Demon has killed Wessex. You were warned.}

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It doesn’t matter how fast she runs, how high she jumps, or how deep she can thrust her weapons. It is always there, like some super fucked up, radiation-hopped, Marvel-universe mutant with all the battery power of the Energizer Bunny. Eventually Wessex falters, she tires, and begins to make mistakes. She’s only an Ascended, after all, and still fallible.

When warriors say they’d rather die in battle than from old age, they probably don’t realize how much it fucking hurts to be disemboweled and torn to shreds while still alive. Imagine the worst pain you’ve ever felt: broken bones, appendicitis, post-tonsillectomy surgery, childbirth, knife wound - whatever - and then quadruple it. Quintuple it. It isn’t instantaneous; organs are viciously ripped out of place, blood (and an Ascended’s not-blood) gushes from multiple wounds, she gasps for air, for oxygen to both lungs and brain, pain neurons fire from every inch of her body, both phantom and real.

For a moment, she thinks this can’t be happening.

In the next, she’s cursing herself.

And then all she can do is scream until the monster either tears the vocal chords from her throat, or her body gives out… and this is where she finds out that being an Ascendant really sucks. There's no room for last thoughts, a life reel, or even regrets, because the agony seems to go on forever, and ever and ev - until all of a sudden, she’s very, very, gone.

All but immortal.

Except against real-life monsters, apparently. Should have read the fine print.

At least there’s very little for the clean-up crew to pick up.


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She whispered back, I am the storm
Edrei Launceleyn
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Edy
#nofilter

Normally Edy is only a screamer in bed, but as Wessex turns to square-off against the creature and is torn apart like so much wrapping on Christmas morning, the teenager fucking wails. She can't seem to help it and internally she knows drawing attention to herself is a bad fucking plan, but seeing the horror-show the monster is putting on scrapes all the air from her longs, scoring it over her vocal chords in a way that makes her own ears want to bleed.

Continuing to grip her side as a flash-flood of tears streak down her cheeks, Edy shuffles backwards as quickly as possible. Fire blazes from her palms towards the creature; it isn't like it doesn't know she's here. All she can hope is that the amazonian woman will provided enough of a playtoy to let the Launceleyn-girl go.

"I'll fucking get you for this." Edy murmurs under her breath, thinking of the way the blonde had leaned in next to her, how easily the spire-related word play had come. They could have been bffs given another 5 more minutes, but now all of that had been ruined.

What ifs floated in a cloud before Edy's eyes (actually that was probably just her plummeting blood pressure at work), as she dragged herself out into the night.



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