Emotions, feelings and anything that did not conform to blackness, is a weakness inside a demon strong as she is. She did not laugh unless she caused pain, she did not smile unless another cried, she did not enjoy unless they had sorrow. For all the discord she carried with her, she was still somewhat flawed in others eyes.
For one she cared...
Whether it be for the individuals of her family or her family as a whole, or those she had connections to outside of it. The fact she cared so deeply was weakness, and she was told this to her face. Emotions will cloud her judgement, besides it was a human trait.
Think of the family as a whole do not endanger their lives for one person, the losses of a few outweight the losses of many. Always, always she must guard the House and think of its safety first, it is not the first time nor it will be the last she is Lordless. It was plainly seen to many that she perhaps, had far too much placed in him. Weak and it is weak to care oh evil one.
Speaking of those she would guard or even trust, she waited in the library eating cookies waiting for Joah. Her spirit sister under threat from one of her own, who she warned that if she sees him harming her there will be Hell to pay. Arthores said he got the go ahead from Lorne, she pointed out she didn't care what Lorne said. Joah is her sister only she could hurt her, he better hurt her when she can not see. Of course she informed Joah of such things, for as all know Shadows come first and foremost. She will not punish what she has not see, once more Joah was reminded of the knife edge she walks on.
Even if she did trust few of the Omegans she would still stab them, Grr had once before asked Blueray to trust him as he trusted her to be what she is. Magpie however was a different matter, and the relationship between them was a stange one. They would tease and taunt one another as was the manner of angel and demon, but often or not they turned to serious conversation. Before she left the library saying she is used to losing everything, he whispers to her that she will always have him. Conversation was long mostly going over how fucked up they both were, then the Pack was bought up and what happened to her through them.
He wants to destroy them all, to wreck the den and bring them down. Him and few others like him would do the same, how such terrible deeds spawned her in to what she is. Alas what is done is done....
Her heart grows weary as she feels her uselessness greaten, they do not need her like they used to. They can make do without her, the last two weeks have proven that. Thus her days here are numbered, all it will take is time. Yet she loves the Shadows dearly, she gave them all that she had....
Lulz of the day:
[2009/02/18 18:16] DCS2 2.45.2: Raven Ebi OOC: blue your feet make me think of a blue chicken
Friday, 20 February 2009
Wednesday, 11 February 2009
Confused...
[Warning: Contains scenes of a sexual nature :P]
Okay there are two Priests roaming the streets, one that is for Dagon and one that is against Dagon. The one against desires to have recruits who it will pick of its own choosing, unfortunately that has led up to us losing our Lord and Nikita to the Priest. While Lorne and Kishi endeavour to gather information researching this, Dante has taken it upon himself to proclaim himself a temperary Lord. I decided to let him as it has been often or not the Guardian's place to do just that, and I have been in and out of the city a lot recently.
Pieter... How was I to know something was not right? I hugged him as I always do and he drained me, at the same time Quiet drained Aaryanna. Father also returned to the city I had heard rumours, he was looking for family for some reason and my first thought was perhaps do me harm. Luckily my true self was showing to prove that I am a daughter of Janvier, he was impressed of how I looked how I shaped the shell I inhabit. Even my father is no match for the possessed Pieter, we will get our Shadows back.
So it seems the city is a battle ground, the epicenter of some ancient war that is older than the hatred between wolf and vampire. Nothing surprises me anymore.
Dream sequence
Inside her shadow doth the blue demoness lay, curled tight with tail tucked between her legs. If seen one would deem that perhaps she lay as if inside an egg, her nature quelled in the depths of dreaming her features of angelic beauty possessive of a smile. Oh fiend, oh monster, creature of base desires of no morals, the perfect abomination fashioned by the corrupt city. Yet it is in this time hidden from the world, that anything of her human self utterly shattered as it was would show. Unstable in mind during her waking hours masking her intelligence, it was here in slumber when everything settled to allow her true freedom. Freedom from the burden of appearing strong, freedom to be a woman first and a demon second.
Briefly stirring she shifted in her sleep a murmer of the hunger that raked her, both the need of her stomach and of her demanding body. In answer to the silent call a figure loomed beside, tall of stature and seemingly muscular the form taut. Masculine in shape with no discernable features, he is the faceless stranger of her dreams. He moved silently no sound at all betrayed him, he knelt placing one knee between her legs to ease them apart his over beside her right leg. Gently his hands reach for her tail soothing the palms over the scales, in response it uncurled away from her body. Easing his knee against her crotch he rubbed it over the area, a sound of amusment rumbled in his throat when she went on to her back. Too easy.
Good thing Blueray slept naked and he was also unclothed, he looked down to see his knee that was now slightly damp. Using both his hands he widen her legs apart further, now laying on his stomach his head where his knee cap had been. He lightly spread her pussy lips in a fashion suggestive of parting flower petals, tender fingers held her open while his tongue slavered a path over her clit. Above him the demoness moaned her eyes fluttering open, she knew she was dreaming thus she had no sense of panic. Perfect he thought flicking circles to make her clit swell further, when he drove his tongue up inside his mouth clamped upon the sensetive flesh. A gasp broke from her rolling past her lips, unbidden sounds of pleasure and her hips bucked against him. Gripping his hands upon those hips he pinned her down, burying his tongue in deep to taste her liquid center. He did not relent in his taking of her, his teeth lightly nipped and teased his tongue a tool of desire licking her most teasured places. She burst like a bubble being poked, he drank her down every drop.
Turning on her side once he let her go she stared at him, he was on his knees fingers curled around his now hardened shaft. Slowly he stroked his length tempting the woman to come to him, when she knelt before him he stood to rub his cock tip over her trembling lips. Her own tongue long of reptillian nature lashed out to lick the underside of his length, he shuddered giving her joy of one small moan that prompted her. Sliding him in to her silken mouth her tongue coils about the width, her lips encircled him completly and drew him in further. He appeared helpless now lost in his own ectasy, he grips the top of her head with a hand and thrusts in to her warm mouth. Forced to take him she slashes her claws dowh his hips that drove madder, her coiled tongue squeezed as it soothed along his heated skin. Fangs came in contact with his tip, softly grazing enticing to spin him out of control til he bucked unable to stop. Drawing back her tongue she snaked its way in to his slit, tenderly sucking to give him pleasure as he had her. No longer could he be contained that with a cry, he unloaded down the back of her throat before pulling away. A few more strokes of his hand he spilled more upon her supple breasts, she purred in earnest her hunger not yet sated.
Growling feircly his erection non abaiting he forced Blueray to all fours, behind her he knelt grabbing her hips and brutally entering his cock in to her. She was willing she was ready the passage easy, the tight vice of flesh instinctivly tightening sucking him in. Laying over her back he snarls again begining a steady, hard yet slow pace seeking to go deep within her, he surged forwards sheathing himself inside her to pull back only to thrust in her. Rhythemtic it was and she picked the motion up easily, using her own body to move in time with his becoming a unision of lust. Both their cries were heard as they sought to please one another, her claws scoring the ground while his nails raked along her sides. His teeth found her neck he bit her, elicting a louder cry and he drove in to her faster, harder. Heat of their bodies becoming almost unbearable skin against skin, it all felt terrible good causing each sensation each spark of passion to build in them. With stiffening muscles, arching back she threw back her head to howl while her orgasm broke and gushed, crashing through her like an ocean wave breaking against a sandy beach. He joined her once her undulating inner walls massaged his cock, filling her with his hot seed as she milked him dry of all he had.
They fell together in a panting heap, legs entangled about one another. Still inside he moves against her, she groans full from the meal full of him. She let him take her let him slide in and out of her, she wraps herself around him moving to be on top to ride.....
Morning breaks I wake fullfilled by who or by what, a dream just a dream it had to be. I can go a few more days without feeding though, I used my last soul stone... Still just a dream but it felt so real, I haven't had a dream like that in years. I enjoyed it.
[My writing is lame XD]
Okay there are two Priests roaming the streets, one that is for Dagon and one that is against Dagon. The one against desires to have recruits who it will pick of its own choosing, unfortunately that has led up to us losing our Lord and Nikita to the Priest. While Lorne and Kishi endeavour to gather information researching this, Dante has taken it upon himself to proclaim himself a temperary Lord. I decided to let him as it has been often or not the Guardian's place to do just that, and I have been in and out of the city a lot recently.
Pieter... How was I to know something was not right? I hugged him as I always do and he drained me, at the same time Quiet drained Aaryanna. Father also returned to the city I had heard rumours, he was looking for family for some reason and my first thought was perhaps do me harm. Luckily my true self was showing to prove that I am a daughter of Janvier, he was impressed of how I looked how I shaped the shell I inhabit. Even my father is no match for the possessed Pieter, we will get our Shadows back.
So it seems the city is a battle ground, the epicenter of some ancient war that is older than the hatred between wolf and vampire. Nothing surprises me anymore.
Dream sequence
Inside her shadow doth the blue demoness lay, curled tight with tail tucked between her legs. If seen one would deem that perhaps she lay as if inside an egg, her nature quelled in the depths of dreaming her features of angelic beauty possessive of a smile. Oh fiend, oh monster, creature of base desires of no morals, the perfect abomination fashioned by the corrupt city. Yet it is in this time hidden from the world, that anything of her human self utterly shattered as it was would show. Unstable in mind during her waking hours masking her intelligence, it was here in slumber when everything settled to allow her true freedom. Freedom from the burden of appearing strong, freedom to be a woman first and a demon second.
Briefly stirring she shifted in her sleep a murmer of the hunger that raked her, both the need of her stomach and of her demanding body. In answer to the silent call a figure loomed beside, tall of stature and seemingly muscular the form taut. Masculine in shape with no discernable features, he is the faceless stranger of her dreams. He moved silently no sound at all betrayed him, he knelt placing one knee between her legs to ease them apart his over beside her right leg. Gently his hands reach for her tail soothing the palms over the scales, in response it uncurled away from her body. Easing his knee against her crotch he rubbed it over the area, a sound of amusment rumbled in his throat when she went on to her back. Too easy.
Good thing Blueray slept naked and he was also unclothed, he looked down to see his knee that was now slightly damp. Using both his hands he widen her legs apart further, now laying on his stomach his head where his knee cap had been. He lightly spread her pussy lips in a fashion suggestive of parting flower petals, tender fingers held her open while his tongue slavered a path over her clit. Above him the demoness moaned her eyes fluttering open, she knew she was dreaming thus she had no sense of panic. Perfect he thought flicking circles to make her clit swell further, when he drove his tongue up inside his mouth clamped upon the sensetive flesh. A gasp broke from her rolling past her lips, unbidden sounds of pleasure and her hips bucked against him. Gripping his hands upon those hips he pinned her down, burying his tongue in deep to taste her liquid center. He did not relent in his taking of her, his teeth lightly nipped and teased his tongue a tool of desire licking her most teasured places. She burst like a bubble being poked, he drank her down every drop.
Turning on her side once he let her go she stared at him, he was on his knees fingers curled around his now hardened shaft. Slowly he stroked his length tempting the woman to come to him, when she knelt before him he stood to rub his cock tip over her trembling lips. Her own tongue long of reptillian nature lashed out to lick the underside of his length, he shuddered giving her joy of one small moan that prompted her. Sliding him in to her silken mouth her tongue coils about the width, her lips encircled him completly and drew him in further. He appeared helpless now lost in his own ectasy, he grips the top of her head with a hand and thrusts in to her warm mouth. Forced to take him she slashes her claws dowh his hips that drove madder, her coiled tongue squeezed as it soothed along his heated skin. Fangs came in contact with his tip, softly grazing enticing to spin him out of control til he bucked unable to stop. Drawing back her tongue she snaked its way in to his slit, tenderly sucking to give him pleasure as he had her. No longer could he be contained that with a cry, he unloaded down the back of her throat before pulling away. A few more strokes of his hand he spilled more upon her supple breasts, she purred in earnest her hunger not yet sated.
Growling feircly his erection non abaiting he forced Blueray to all fours, behind her he knelt grabbing her hips and brutally entering his cock in to her. She was willing she was ready the passage easy, the tight vice of flesh instinctivly tightening sucking him in. Laying over her back he snarls again begining a steady, hard yet slow pace seeking to go deep within her, he surged forwards sheathing himself inside her to pull back only to thrust in her. Rhythemtic it was and she picked the motion up easily, using her own body to move in time with his becoming a unision of lust. Both their cries were heard as they sought to please one another, her claws scoring the ground while his nails raked along her sides. His teeth found her neck he bit her, elicting a louder cry and he drove in to her faster, harder. Heat of their bodies becoming almost unbearable skin against skin, it all felt terrible good causing each sensation each spark of passion to build in them. With stiffening muscles, arching back she threw back her head to howl while her orgasm broke and gushed, crashing through her like an ocean wave breaking against a sandy beach. He joined her once her undulating inner walls massaged his cock, filling her with his hot seed as she milked him dry of all he had.
They fell together in a panting heap, legs entangled about one another. Still inside he moves against her, she groans full from the meal full of him. She let him take her let him slide in and out of her, she wraps herself around him moving to be on top to ride.....
Morning breaks I wake fullfilled by who or by what, a dream just a dream it had to be. I can go a few more days without feeding though, I used my last soul stone... Still just a dream but it felt so real, I haven't had a dream like that in years. I enjoyed it.
[My writing is lame XD]
Sunday, 1 February 2009
Snow is melted
The journal page is written in two different handwritings, one is Blueray herself [Italic] and the other her shadow [Bold] (Also its a post of a few days events)
The snow is gone melted all over the city, I spent a few hours watching it vanish from sight not even slush behind. I remember the city I grew up in all the snow would melt and be slush, there was none of that here as if the toxins in the air prevent it. While I stood watching I conversed with Alynna, a demon of reputation that I have seen a few times and once back when I still had fur. I rather like her but some Shadows have an issue with her, apprently she glares at them. They don't understand she's a demoness she acts like one, and I act in kind around so have gained mutual respect to one another.
I guess I spent most of the day talking to her, she was interesting and we discussed mainly demon classes and powers. I told her of Delrith and of Janvier how I was turned, I don't normally talk about that stuff unless I feel like it.... Ah well, I moved on.
Library... Always this place but my mistress is right it has been a center for chaos, and she needed a meal she was starving. Staring at the fireplace Denenthorn greets her sneaks up behind, Dragonheart he calls her I don't know why. Bridgette was here too the human girl my mistress can't kill, watching my mistress and Denenthorn. Bridgette got very insistant that the two kiss and swap spit, mistress spoke of what she needed in order to feed. However with the urgings of the human girl, Denenthorn leant down bundled mistress in to his arms and he kissed her. The response was slow at first she had been taken off guard by it, mistress blushed though I could feel her get hot. My poor mistress has been neglected of late, it is no wonder her desire flared.
There is no greater feeling than temptation, so great that it tends to drown out the love one feels. Source of my temptation is the one my sisterwife loves, the tightrope I am walking on is a precarious one. He kissed me first he drove me in to being tempted by him, I was caught up in his own emotions not mine. Just once I want him just once, and I hear Picket snarling behind me.
Delrith found me I had left the city to find my own personal nesting ground on the mainland, he had come to where I had set my place should be. I was down to three soul stones now I had no proper meal except two days ago from chaos, Delrith fed me gave me a full meal even if the time was restrained. I forgot about Magpie forgot the encounter, all I had in this time and now was the intimacy and love I always held for Del. Love that I had for another and thus now was I in the boundries of polygamy, unsure and scared to invest everything that I am in to one person.
To be honest, why should I?
Lulz of the day:
[11:17] Quiet Thunders: hi blue so do you know where toxia is?
[11:17] Blueray Darkes: No sorry never heard of it
[11:17] Quiet Thunders: ok thanks
[11:18] Blueray Darkes: No worries
The snow is gone melted all over the city, I spent a few hours watching it vanish from sight not even slush behind. I remember the city I grew up in all the snow would melt and be slush, there was none of that here as if the toxins in the air prevent it. While I stood watching I conversed with Alynna, a demon of reputation that I have seen a few times and once back when I still had fur. I rather like her but some Shadows have an issue with her, apprently she glares at them. They don't understand she's a demoness she acts like one, and I act in kind around so have gained mutual respect to one another.
I guess I spent most of the day talking to her, she was interesting and we discussed mainly demon classes and powers. I told her of Delrith and of Janvier how I was turned, I don't normally talk about that stuff unless I feel like it.... Ah well, I moved on.
Library... Always this place but my mistress is right it has been a center for chaos, and she needed a meal she was starving. Staring at the fireplace Denenthorn greets her sneaks up behind, Dragonheart he calls her I don't know why. Bridgette was here too the human girl my mistress can't kill, watching my mistress and Denenthorn. Bridgette got very insistant that the two kiss and swap spit, mistress spoke of what she needed in order to feed. However with the urgings of the human girl, Denenthorn leant down bundled mistress in to his arms and he kissed her. The response was slow at first she had been taken off guard by it, mistress blushed though I could feel her get hot. My poor mistress has been neglected of late, it is no wonder her desire flared.
There is no greater feeling than temptation, so great that it tends to drown out the love one feels. Source of my temptation is the one my sisterwife loves, the tightrope I am walking on is a precarious one. He kissed me first he drove me in to being tempted by him, I was caught up in his own emotions not mine. Just once I want him just once, and I hear Picket snarling behind me.
Delrith found me I had left the city to find my own personal nesting ground on the mainland, he had come to where I had set my place should be. I was down to three soul stones now I had no proper meal except two days ago from chaos, Delrith fed me gave me a full meal even if the time was restrained. I forgot about Magpie forgot the encounter, all I had in this time and now was the intimacy and love I always held for Del. Love that I had for another and thus now was I in the boundries of polygamy, unsure and scared to invest everything that I am in to one person.
To be honest, why should I?
Lulz of the day:
[11:17] Quiet Thunders: hi blue so do you know where toxia is?
[11:17] Blueray Darkes: No sorry never heard of it
[11:17] Quiet Thunders: ok thanks
[11:18] Blueray Darkes: No worries
Tuesday, 27 January 2009
Abomination
I am.... an abomination.
Down in the depths of Hell when Delrith as his human self craved power, his body was unable to be corrupted and thus a body was created for him. Mephisto fashioned a form made from several demons, in its chest placed a heart of a Hell-born Dragon. Its blood molten lava and to hold the thing together with demon essence and a human soul, thus the human was ripped from his earthly body and placed in to the new construct. Delrith Bolero son of Mephisto was born, the power of the demons that made him his to command. And his soul corrupted beyond saving, until the day he saved himself.
I remember the day his body was souless nothing more than a beast, a raging creature with no bounds to hold it until they shoved Dev in there. Good thing to or he would have fallen apart without a soul in there, things became normal again once they could soul swap them back around.
Belial is a Prince of Hell his brother is Lucifer who rules over the kingdom of demons, the black demon has a personal war that has been fought for centuries. Perhaps it was the desire to take over the surface world and these endless fights, that caused him to try and break free from the bonds of Hell. Belial's foe is the Arch duke Mephisto, but now the duke has no one to fight for Belial is sealed in a stone.
I'm an abomination to my own kind...
Never before is there a demoness like myself, I say Picket is the closest to me but even then I say it to make myself feel better. No one is like me I'm a perfect combination of two demon bloodlines, though the Belial line overpowers the line of Bolero. When Delrith gave me half his heart he inadvertly passed over some of the demons that made him, Joah said she could hear them screaming inside me wanting to be free.
Blood, essence and heart of Janvier the one who spared me a fate worse than death, he completed me so I wouldn't waste away. Pieter helped he gave me a soul to eat, when I needed to keep going. So yes I'm powered by Belial and I stand proud on that fact every fucking day. I've also have fiend in me because of Delrith I understood the tongue he spoke in, he said they come for me drag me to Hell and take back the pieces I'm made of. I will never be free to just live my afterlife, I will be made to suffer for what he did for what Janvier did.
You want to always be free and uncaged?
I'm always free
I've got power, freedom, a place to call home, people to call family. I do not need anything else. I am a child of Janvier, a grandchild of Belial.
Still an abomination, for my flesh is of a fiend.
Lulz of the day:
[16:43] Arthores Faulkes: anyway just wanted to make sure you were told about it, night man *sings you to sleep* what is love? baby dont hurt me, dont hurt me....no more! HA!
[16:43] Pieter Seelowe: GRRRRRRRR!~
Down in the depths of Hell when Delrith as his human self craved power, his body was unable to be corrupted and thus a body was created for him. Mephisto fashioned a form made from several demons, in its chest placed a heart of a Hell-born Dragon. Its blood molten lava and to hold the thing together with demon essence and a human soul, thus the human was ripped from his earthly body and placed in to the new construct. Delrith Bolero son of Mephisto was born, the power of the demons that made him his to command. And his soul corrupted beyond saving, until the day he saved himself.
I remember the day his body was souless nothing more than a beast, a raging creature with no bounds to hold it until they shoved Dev in there. Good thing to or he would have fallen apart without a soul in there, things became normal again once they could soul swap them back around.
Belial is a Prince of Hell his brother is Lucifer who rules over the kingdom of demons, the black demon has a personal war that has been fought for centuries. Perhaps it was the desire to take over the surface world and these endless fights, that caused him to try and break free from the bonds of Hell. Belial's foe is the Arch duke Mephisto, but now the duke has no one to fight for Belial is sealed in a stone.
I'm an abomination to my own kind...
Never before is there a demoness like myself, I say Picket is the closest to me but even then I say it to make myself feel better. No one is like me I'm a perfect combination of two demon bloodlines, though the Belial line overpowers the line of Bolero. When Delrith gave me half his heart he inadvertly passed over some of the demons that made him, Joah said she could hear them screaming inside me wanting to be free.
Blood, essence and heart of Janvier the one who spared me a fate worse than death, he completed me so I wouldn't waste away. Pieter helped he gave me a soul to eat, when I needed to keep going. So yes I'm powered by Belial and I stand proud on that fact every fucking day. I've also have fiend in me because of Delrith I understood the tongue he spoke in, he said they come for me drag me to Hell and take back the pieces I'm made of. I will never be free to just live my afterlife, I will be made to suffer for what he did for what Janvier did.
You want to always be free and uncaged?
I'm always free
I've got power, freedom, a place to call home, people to call family. I do not need anything else. I am a child of Janvier, a grandchild of Belial.
Still an abomination, for my flesh is of a fiend.
Lulz of the day:
[16:43] Arthores Faulkes: anyway just wanted to make sure you were told about it, night man *sings you to sleep* what is love? baby dont hurt me, dont hurt me....no more! HA!
[16:43] Pieter Seelowe: GRRRRRRRR!~
Tuesday, 20 January 2009
All change
It started out all bloody innocent as most things happen to do, Picket was losing her marbles becoming a cat. What do I do? I throw open the link between Picket and me so I can get her mind back in order, its something I can do much like the communication link between all us Shadows. Only I kept our personal link open too long……
Morning comes along I wake as usual something is a little off, everything looked it was further away than usual. You know because Picket is taller than me everyone would appear shorter in my vision, I shrugged it off since weird things happen all the time in Toxia. How weird can it go when you are called by your sisterwife’s name and not your own? VERY!
Pieter and Shaynee called me Picket, I instantly went on the defensive saying I wasn’t Picket. Alright even I didn’t know what had happened at first, when they tell me I sound, look and smell just like Picket the things start to click in to place. Course I was getting wound up in the process about this whole thing, the longer they called me Picket the more aggitated I got. Pieter said he could help me told me everything was alright, then his stupid fucking mind trick hit me full force.
BASTARD!!
Cum clock round two. I was furious I shoved him away from me, the one person who I figured would have known it was me didn’t. Last time he did that to me he told me I had to ride it out, I would have been able to stop him if I was in my own body. Much as I know Picket’s body on the outside the inside of it was completely alien to me, her mind was an unguarded thing and she had no mental barriers to protect even my own since I was bloody well inhabiting it now. Running from him and Shaynee I went to the FishCo explaining to Quiet what Pieter had done, course she laughed but took me or Picket not sure at this point inside.
First one hit…. Picket or is that me shows up instantly freaks out calling me a pod person, whatever the fuck a pod person is. Far too wrapped up in what was happening to us to even stop and ask, we went outside showed her our reflections. We tried fighting eachother we had gotten that bitchy, she also wasn’t pleased what was happening to her body. Today was fucked up from the start I didn’t need anymore trouble, heading to the voodoo proved fruitless since Elroy wouldn’t help us. Fine to the library then. Our wanderings were stopped by Pieter who figured it would be funny to taunt us further, I was already pissed at him and his stupid ramblings of who was who just got on my nerves. Eventually we got away from him and you think that things should calm down, but oh no.
Inside the library was Nareth, Grr, Redd, and Denenthorn, I don’t exactly know why but I started smoking in the place. Right aftere that the third orgasm hit me nice I had a show again, Picket got riled by Nareth she actually went for the chair bound girl. More trouble ensued Denenthorn even had to put his foot down, fourth orgasm hit by the fireplace and Pieter howled with laughter. His laughing echoed in my head but eventually I was subdued since he told me to follow him home, I uttered a “Yes my lord” and trailed after him back to the Pit. Picket wasn’t happy he called us bitches she went nuts and left, I followed her beat her ass down and took her back. It was Pieter who changed our essences over back to our rightful bodies, we’re still on her shit list and though I was concerned for Pieter he was still on my own shit list.
I was barely in the mood to make hassles in the library, Redd annoys the fuck out of me and I sat outside on the lamp post calling someone. They never answered their phone I needed to talk to someone, I figured they were the best bet since we had been civil the last time. Eventually I left the library area after Nareth was being a bitch again, she may think she is all that but she is nothing. Rooftops are perhaps one of the best places to be, barely anyone can find you at all when you don’t want to be found. I wasn’t even trying to hide.
Jonathon snuck up behind me not easy to sneak up on a demon who has a shadow that moves of its own accord, it told me he was there and he sat down beside me offering me a pack of smokes. I told him what had happened why I was up here, after he declared Pieter to be a prick he said I needed to confront him since I don’t normally sit back and take shit. As would happen conversation turned to speak of the family we missed, where we would go if we died and who would be waiting for us. I told Jonathon I missed Skyler as he would be the one who re-assured me, hugged me, hit me if I needed it and gave me attention, but without the one I called an older brother I got lost at times. I couldn’t even believe I was showing weakness in front of a Righeous, but he didn’t seem to mind it was like I wasn’t wrong in doing so. Jon said that in the end we all get what we want and what we need, I told him recently I got neither and he suggested a change in company and scenary.
Right now that idea seems really tempting, even demons get weary of the same old thing.
Lulz of the day:
[2009/01/20 15:42] Picket McDonnell is hit with pieters testicle directly in her chest, though she does not react. This body had proven to feel no pain. She just closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, her fury and stubborn streak proving to be a horrid match.
Morning comes along I wake as usual something is a little off, everything looked it was further away than usual. You know because Picket is taller than me everyone would appear shorter in my vision, I shrugged it off since weird things happen all the time in Toxia. How weird can it go when you are called by your sisterwife’s name and not your own? VERY!
Pieter and Shaynee called me Picket, I instantly went on the defensive saying I wasn’t Picket. Alright even I didn’t know what had happened at first, when they tell me I sound, look and smell just like Picket the things start to click in to place. Course I was getting wound up in the process about this whole thing, the longer they called me Picket the more aggitated I got. Pieter said he could help me told me everything was alright, then his stupid fucking mind trick hit me full force.
BASTARD!!
Cum clock round two. I was furious I shoved him away from me, the one person who I figured would have known it was me didn’t. Last time he did that to me he told me I had to ride it out, I would have been able to stop him if I was in my own body. Much as I know Picket’s body on the outside the inside of it was completely alien to me, her mind was an unguarded thing and she had no mental barriers to protect even my own since I was bloody well inhabiting it now. Running from him and Shaynee I went to the FishCo explaining to Quiet what Pieter had done, course she laughed but took me or Picket not sure at this point inside.
First one hit…. Picket or is that me shows up instantly freaks out calling me a pod person, whatever the fuck a pod person is. Far too wrapped up in what was happening to us to even stop and ask, we went outside showed her our reflections. We tried fighting eachother we had gotten that bitchy, she also wasn’t pleased what was happening to her body. Today was fucked up from the start I didn’t need anymore trouble, heading to the voodoo proved fruitless since Elroy wouldn’t help us. Fine to the library then. Our wanderings were stopped by Pieter who figured it would be funny to taunt us further, I was already pissed at him and his stupid ramblings of who was who just got on my nerves. Eventually we got away from him and you think that things should calm down, but oh no.
Inside the library was Nareth, Grr, Redd, and Denenthorn, I don’t exactly know why but I started smoking in the place. Right aftere that the third orgasm hit me nice I had a show again, Picket got riled by Nareth she actually went for the chair bound girl. More trouble ensued Denenthorn even had to put his foot down, fourth orgasm hit by the fireplace and Pieter howled with laughter. His laughing echoed in my head but eventually I was subdued since he told me to follow him home, I uttered a “Yes my lord” and trailed after him back to the Pit. Picket wasn’t happy he called us bitches she went nuts and left, I followed her beat her ass down and took her back. It was Pieter who changed our essences over back to our rightful bodies, we’re still on her shit list and though I was concerned for Pieter he was still on my own shit list.
I was barely in the mood to make hassles in the library, Redd annoys the fuck out of me and I sat outside on the lamp post calling someone. They never answered their phone I needed to talk to someone, I figured they were the best bet since we had been civil the last time. Eventually I left the library area after Nareth was being a bitch again, she may think she is all that but she is nothing. Rooftops are perhaps one of the best places to be, barely anyone can find you at all when you don’t want to be found. I wasn’t even trying to hide.
Jonathon snuck up behind me not easy to sneak up on a demon who has a shadow that moves of its own accord, it told me he was there and he sat down beside me offering me a pack of smokes. I told him what had happened why I was up here, after he declared Pieter to be a prick he said I needed to confront him since I don’t normally sit back and take shit. As would happen conversation turned to speak of the family we missed, where we would go if we died and who would be waiting for us. I told Jonathon I missed Skyler as he would be the one who re-assured me, hugged me, hit me if I needed it and gave me attention, but without the one I called an older brother I got lost at times. I couldn’t even believe I was showing weakness in front of a Righeous, but he didn’t seem to mind it was like I wasn’t wrong in doing so. Jon said that in the end we all get what we want and what we need, I told him recently I got neither and he suggested a change in company and scenary.
Right now that idea seems really tempting, even demons get weary of the same old thing.
Lulz of the day:
[2009/01/20 15:42] Picket McDonnell is hit with pieters testicle directly in her chest, though she does not react. This body had proven to feel no pain. She just closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, her fury and stubborn streak proving to be a horrid match.
Saturday, 17 January 2009
Messing around
It wasn't until after I woke up that I put some of the pieces together, Grr had said he was talking to Hatter the other day. Hatter was meant to be gone along with Reaper, but both had returned and when my mind kicked in to full gear. Perhaps they returned because Picket ate her own soul, the fact it happened only after this is far more than coincedence.
I would need to talk to Denenthorn on the matter.
And I did. Only he refused to admit they were back at all, he was in denial and I was enjoying by messing with his mind. He told me not talk about Nareth getting hurt, or the fact she called him grandfather. I goaded him until he had got angry enough for his wings to come out, one white wing one black wing its why I called him Magpie. After I handed him two feathers he called my accusations childish and stormed away in to his portal, I left the library laughing hard.
Love is....
I had dropped to all fours my hands touching the pavement, feeling the concrete under my palms. My fingers curled slightly I scratched the ground with my claws, this was something familar it was simple. I bunched up my body feeling every muscle go tense, begining to feel like a spring wound too tight. My legs pushed me forwards it took a few seconds before I coordinated, hands and feet I almost tumbled head over heels. I got my stride back I was running like I used to, often times I love to run more out of hyperactivity than anything else. Sometimes running helps get my thoughts to straighten out, I had recently asked Omegans about what love is.
Perhaps I was confused on the matter myself, I had an ache that couldn't be fixed. Yes they said it is possible to love more than one, possible to have love that hurts and possible to love and lost. As I ran through the city feeling constrained on more than one level, I turned over the thoughts thinking of those I had loved and lost. Thought of the one I still loved, and the one who made me ache.
He still sends shivers down my spine!
Lulz of the day:
[20:41] Stralack Hayek gets cloud out here and he kicks some major butt
[20:42] Blueray Darkes sends out Squall but he just emos in a corner
[20:42] Stralack Hayek: lmao!
[20:42] Blueray Darkes: .... I HATE YOU
I would need to talk to Denenthorn on the matter.
And I did. Only he refused to admit they were back at all, he was in denial and I was enjoying by messing with his mind. He told me not talk about Nareth getting hurt, or the fact she called him grandfather. I goaded him until he had got angry enough for his wings to come out, one white wing one black wing its why I called him Magpie. After I handed him two feathers he called my accusations childish and stormed away in to his portal, I left the library laughing hard.
Love is....
I had dropped to all fours my hands touching the pavement, feeling the concrete under my palms. My fingers curled slightly I scratched the ground with my claws, this was something familar it was simple. I bunched up my body feeling every muscle go tense, begining to feel like a spring wound too tight. My legs pushed me forwards it took a few seconds before I coordinated, hands and feet I almost tumbled head over heels. I got my stride back I was running like I used to, often times I love to run more out of hyperactivity than anything else. Sometimes running helps get my thoughts to straighten out, I had recently asked Omegans about what love is.
Perhaps I was confused on the matter myself, I had an ache that couldn't be fixed. Yes they said it is possible to love more than one, possible to have love that hurts and possible to love and lost. As I ran through the city feeling constrained on more than one level, I turned over the thoughts thinking of those I had loved and lost. Thought of the one I still loved, and the one who made me ache.
He still sends shivers down my spine!
Lulz of the day:
[20:41] Stralack Hayek gets cloud out here and he kicks some major butt
[20:42] Blueray Darkes sends out Squall but he just emos in a corner
[20:42] Stralack Hayek: lmao!
[20:42] Blueray Darkes: .... I HATE YOU
Friday, 16 January 2009
Jealous?
I'm not jealous of the women Pieter goes after, I have no reason to be considering how I am. After all I'm married and we cheat on one another, but I didn't want a certain Cont getting near him. She spends far too much in the garage consorting with Dev Bracken, in my eyes that's dangerous so I made trouble.
Told her what I thought and she didn't like that, but I got told off by Pieter for making trouble at his expense. I see it more like at his benefit but we sometimes didn't share the same view, of course arguing in front of six people doesn't make it half the city. I never said that either. I have to behave now or I will be in serious shit, I can do that I just like a little chaos.
I suppose I better find another lover, one that can cater to my appetite, my needs, my desires. Then I think of Pieter......
And my world crumbles
Lulz of the day:
[13:08] Seether Difference turns to the lady in black standing in the street.
[13:08] Cordelia Cuttita nods toward the male vampire standing near the park.
[13:08] Blueray Darkes doesn't do anything but stand in the middle of the street
[13:10] Pieter Seelowe just runs past quietly
Told her what I thought and she didn't like that, but I got told off by Pieter for making trouble at his expense. I see it more like at his benefit but we sometimes didn't share the same view, of course arguing in front of six people doesn't make it half the city. I never said that either. I have to behave now or I will be in serious shit, I can do that I just like a little chaos.
I suppose I better find another lover, one that can cater to my appetite, my needs, my desires. Then I think of Pieter......
And my world crumbles
Lulz of the day:
[13:08] Seether Difference turns to the lady in black standing in the street.
[13:08] Cordelia Cuttita nods toward the male vampire standing near the park.
[13:08] Blueray Darkes doesn't do anything but stand in the middle of the street
[13:10] Pieter Seelowe just runs past quietly
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