Raiha

[color=royalblue][i]The sound of metal being brushed with a rag filled hte air. Nothing else, except perhaps the subtle breathing of Sidhe bastard, Sayuri Chi-Rha. She was smiling to herself, oiling down her steel oragami with obsessive perfection. The silver polish was waiting nearby, with the slightly damp cloth reposing against it's burnished side. Her hair was pulled back severely, twisted into an elegant French bun, and reflected on the mirror that was her table. She smiled and set it aside once more. Then she brought out her most prized posession, her bloodsword, fashioned in the slender goddess style. It was warm and gentle to the touch, and seemed to hum between her slim ale fingers. The silver polish slid against the cool steel, and brightened it to a blinding hue. Her eyes were half closed as she methodically rubbed her blade. They had taken her father, and her sister. And by the gods, they would not steal her hidden child. Ever. All she needed was a father to complete this. Someone to hold her and bring the seed to life. But until then, she would survive, and wait patiently. Survival, however, was a risk. And risk, had its own adrenaline after all.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue]He said he had to go, Where I'm can't say, Because he never tells me, What he'll be doing today. But then he mentioned, That his friend was in danger, And he was going for a walk, Trying his best to save her. So I promised my light, And lit three candles for us, Two for our love, One for his friend's trust. I don't know the outcome, But I do know that later, The light faded on one candle, And I knew I had to pray for her. But it grew bright once more, This simple light I created, And not for me, But for how long I waited. He has saved her, If not, He has reached out to her, That is my wish and my thought.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She closed her eyes and let his hands roam further downwards, across her ample hip bones, flat stomach, tracing a line from her perfect navel to her chestbone. His eyes were half open, breathing heavy. She wasn't doing anything much, simply leaning against the counter, bar stool between her legs, his arm supporting her back. Zharra Chi-Rheh Dominae was at large. Tristae witch by both blood and spirit. The sadeness. The holy assassin bent on destroying all that is unclean. Even if it means themselves. But Zharra is not the fanatic her mother, Elizabeth Dominae, is known to be. Instead, she is the seductress that is blessed with both longevity and perfection. Her blood is strong, stronger than many potions considered powerful in this day and age of alchemy. Her eyes are dark, but when she is aroused, her fighting blood up, and her back arched for fighting, they become twin pools of mercury. The death of all that are unclean. But for now, she will settle for a cool shade of honey, to contrast with her thick dark hair and pale cool skin. Like a budding rose, her cheeks and flesh color slightly, and her legs spread, giving the lycanthrope a slight hint. He is not fully changed, but thinking about it. He knows she has witchblood, he could smell it a mile away. He also knows that she is not going to kill him. Not with the promise of sex and powerful blood. Unlike most Tristae, she doesn't bother with the contamination of her own line. It's not like she wants to procreate. But she will kill him someday. But not now, while her clothes lie abandoned on the floor, save a black thong. And his hair grows longer, feral, teeth showing white. Zharra smiled and raised her wrist to his mouth. He grinned back and nipped it softly. Delicious. Her voice was silk on ice, brushing the cool surface. Melting it.[/i] "So bite me." "What if I kill you?" "You coudln't if you tried." [i]She leaned over and bit his ear delicately, then purred low in her throat and licked his neck. He took the hint and slid his teeth across her wrist. Eyes half closing in ecstasy, head flung back, hair sweeping from her temples down her back. Utterly delightful.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Coincidence? I think not. [img]http://us.news2.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/cx/uc/20031002/ga/ga031002l.gif[/img][/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The curtains opened slowly, thick comando cloth pulling itself apart like caramels slowly becoming unstuck. Shrai'i and her partner were the opening duo, legs in complete half splits, arms hidden. Both were also shrouded in their perspective veils and scarves, and before the music started, there was absolute silence. The crowd was unusually hushed, unlike the usual cat calls and hooting that accompanied other dancing girls, these two seemed to command respect before they made a single move. When the drumbeat began, Shrai'is partner turned and did a complete develé pé on her right leg. Completeing the motion, Shrai'i rose on her own bent, then straightened leg, and kicked the other one up. Then the two sank down into pliés and then rose up again into relevé. Then the melody started, and they moved of their own accord, twisting and turning to accompany the music. The audience was raptly watching, and Shrai'i smiled to herself, flicking her scarf around and between her legs and arms, moving lightly, always on her toes. When the first song ended, she sank down to her knees, left leg extended in the full on side splits. Her partner was balancing in a backwards bridge, her arms resting on Shrai'is shoulders. The curtains slowly closed once more, and the audience cheered and clapped. The two broke and walked back and let the next act set up.[/i] "Excellent women." "Thanks Genesis." "Work on your por-tebra forwards please." [i]Her partner gave him a sickening look. Shrai'i merely combed her hair back.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Maia's nose twitched. Something was tickling it. She grabbed it and found herself holding a long slim rope. She looked up, and saw Shrai'i waving from the window.[/i] "Come up, we're having dinner." [i]Maia needed no other information. With measured steps, she scaled up the side of the buildling, assisted by Shrai'i's firm grip. She grasped the sill of the window and rolled in. Shrai'i's roomate was out, probably with her newest set of lovers, but both trays had been delivered to their room anyways. Maia looked about. It was furnished rather well, two large beds, a table and three chairs. Quite different from this morning, Shrai'i was dressed in a shorter skirt of gossamer spider threads and had the scarf wrapped around her scantily clad chest and arms. She winked and gestured to the tray full of hot rolls, soup, and fruit wine.[/i] "I have a performance...otherwise, I would not be dressed like this." "I believe you." "Fall to it." [i]She smiled and watched Maia tuck in hungrily. She had already eaten, and took the ebony box out, putting the final touches on her costume. Her makeup of talc, khol, and lime was already complete, but that didn't end it. She pulled out two chains of upside down hearts and clipped them into her hair, then followed up with her bangles around the wrists and ankles. Maia watched surruptitiously. For a final touch, she added on the long silver earings that twisted with every movement. The dancer turned back to Maia from the mirror.[/i] "It's complicated." "It's your life. ....thanks for dinner." "Take a nap if you want, or come watch from the back."[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]So I had the most delightful conversation, With a girl that shared many qualities, Dirty and sexy and definetly intelligent, And we spoke of many things. Compared our charming boyfriends down to the last letter, Exchanged numbers even though we're not dating, Sweet and gentle and amazingly sensual, And completely worth my while. We had a nice long sex session, Full of topics of mutual interest, But no details here, A certain someone might kill me. Either way I think it's love, And she's gonna kill me for this, But "hah" to all you men, I have Jenna's number.[/color]

[color=royalblue]I've given you an example before, do I have to do it again? Say it ain't so. ~~~~~~~~ Name: Professor Graie Lee Chou Age: 28 Gender: Female Location: Base of Operations. USN. Biography: The daughter of a deceased Chinese terrorist and his uncaring mistress, Graie was adopted by U.S. citizens. Her age was 3, leaving her mind very flexible and adaptable. They taught her every language she would absorb, leaving her with the skills of a master linguist before she had graduated from highschool. Latin, English, both Chinese dialects, Russian, and Spanish. To name her most fluent languages. She speaks each with perfect ease, and uses this to her advantage. Her major at UCLA was obviously language, and the USN picked up on this early. When she graduated, she was instantly trasnfered to their base and put to work. As she had no other prospects, she did not argue, but rather threw herself into her work with the sort of energy that made her superiors blink twice. And give her second looks. She's a loyal worker. On the outside anyways. She doesn't hold grudges, and she doesn't have any other plans. Although, if she gets wind of something better, she could change sides. Appearance: see attatchment.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Drix D'Zanth [/i] [B] Raiha..."What? They're almost 6 , what's the big DEAL??" ...... The little bastards ;) [/B][/QUOTE] [COLOR=royalblue]Actually, they're usually 1 or 2, crying for their mommys, and totally uninterested in the Elmo videos we're forced to show them. Although now I'm substituting in Snoppy and Charlie Brown stuff. Which, in my "Professional" opinion, is much much better.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I am officially a "Dance Instructor's Assistant." In short, a supervisor's b*tch. It's quite nice actually. I run errands, run the disks for the moronic little bastards, AND get paid for it. Not to mention leaping around with the kiddos and looking like a complete fool in the process. It's nice having an extra 150 bucks a month, and also having everything that goes with it. That would be my current job, although I also serve parttime as a nursery worker, a techie, and a dancer for my church. Although the latter three do not yield money of any sort. But they do give me free food and drinks. When life gives you lemons.......... As for a dream job, I think it would involve being a spotlight or sound person for concerts. I like to do stuff like that, working under pressure, dealing with people while knowing that you control their stage destinies..... But being a dance instructor is also in my future. 12 bucks an hour here I come![/color]

[color=royalblue][i]Shai'i's sensual smile was definetly an upside in the bartednder's rather monotonous life. And her partner seemed to be equally accomidating, if less erotic. Only thing was, neither of them seemed interested in bedding him. And that was what amazed and excited him. The way the dancer turned her head was incredibly graceful....and he... forced himself back to reality. She spoke, and he had to catch himself.[/i] "Two glasses of white wine please." "Coming right up." [i]Maia watched the way Shrai'i operated. Her voice was silk brushing against melting ice, and her eyes were orbs of silver. Both parts of her seemed to be so unreal, but were obviously tangible. She looked away and contented herself to watch the traffic of the street. It was good to be in a city again. The bartender came back, and set down two flutes of white wine. Shrai'i raised hers between two delicate fingers and winked at the bartender.[/i] "Thanks." "Any time." [i]Maia nodded her head before drinking it slowly. The dancer grinned and then set down her empty glass.[/i] "We have a concert tonight, meet me backstage."[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]He raised one hand and caressed her silken cheek. She had been waiting for a long time, but that had done absolutely nothing to lessen her smile. Still sensual, still indulging, still beckoning. For Genocide to abandon all rational thought and push her down, down to where all mortals eventually went. She placed her hand over his and pressed it to her face. He drew in closer, hand on her shoulder. His voice was gentle, even sweet. She was fooled, for a moment, into thinking that he really cared. The way she replied was cool, but still begging for comfort.[/i] "What's wrong Luyii?" "She's slipping away. Maybe even out of my hands. Juu noticed it first." [i]Her eyes shivered, then glittered once more, pale, delicate, almost helpless. And in his own moment, he relished it. The seemingly infalliable Luyii had human emotions. Besides those of lust and passion. The thought made him extremely pleased, and yet upset. She was supposed to never show such feeling, to be what she was told to be. But sometimes, things just happened. Things like this. Instead of pulling her down and tearing her apart, he gathered her up in his arms. Like a father comforting his child. Although their relationship was anything but that of a parent and his adoring daughter. Luyii melted into his grasp, and burried her face in his chest. Her hands were soft, but clung to him desperately.[/i] "I'm afraid for her." "Don't be." [i]His voice was comforting, but how could he care?[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The words dripped off her lips like the thick honey wine in her glass.[/i] "He was very wise not to." "Well?" [i]Shrai'i raised her eyebrow again, and smiled, enjoying Maia's discomfort. Although it would've been about as safe as waving a red flag infront of a raging bull, she couldn't resist telling her anyways. The dancer leaned over slowly, bringing her lips to Maia's ear, her voice a sweet whisper. To everyone else in the bar, it looked like the two were about to indulge in the urge to merge. But they knew better.[/i] "We will be paying a visit to his Lordship, of this place... ...in addition to bereaving him of his wealthy, we will also be releiving him of the burdens of six wives." [i]Maia had the world's greatest poker face, and employed it now. She registered no shock, or apparent emotion. But she had enough sense to simply look amused and blush a tiny bit.[/i] "Oh. Is that all?" "Quite so I'm afraid. Although I plan on letting them finish their own good selves off." [i]She fingered the vial around her neck. Maia looked closer, then drew away with a start. It was filled with a swirling blue liquid. And when she looked inside, she could see something screaming in either pain or rage. She looked at Shrai'i, who was smiling once more.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Race: Angel Name: Kellnine Chi-Rho Sex: Well, I think that's sorta....sexist, don't you think? ....oh well. She's a female. Appearance: see attatchment. Wings fold down into her scapulae bones, will extend when necessary. Location: The stratasphere. Weapons: Goddess style bloodsword, covered with tracings of silver, steel oragami, and a simple metallic folding fan. All three respond to her thought, not exactly her touch. Skills\Powers\Spells: Water based. 1: Mystify: Exactly what it sounds like, only throw in a little hypnotism, and you've got the idea. In all honesty, it's a pretty powerful spell, works on lesser demons, but takes more concentration to affect big things. 2: Silver Kiss; We've been over this before, but it's is the least angelic of all her attacks. If you know what I mean. 3: Celestial; Allows her to Glorify, generally raising her energy levels and physical abilities by a pretty decent chunk, adds four extra wings, blah blah blah... 4: Pentience; Calls out the strength of the great I AM. This will send aid in a completely random form. 5: Loprilisu Aquarius; Summons out the waters of the sea to obey her command, generally a very devastating attack, even when not focused. Short Bio: (Basically only for humans. If anyone signing up as an Angel whats to put one in thats fine. The Prime Evils don't need one either, less you want to.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][i]She instantly stiffened. Before she could blink, she felt a touch of cool silver steel on her neck and a soft breathy voice in her ear.[/i] "Right here Maia." "Where were you? I've been waiting an age." [i]She turned her head slowly, and felt the steel swiftly withdraw. Maia stared into the twin silver pools that were Shrai'i's. The dancer smiled slightly and held out a glass filled to the brim with honey wine. Maia took it between her fingers gracefully and sipped it.[/i] "So tell me, Maia, how was your journey?" "It was hell. I'm not made for travelling." "Shame. Oh well." [i]The assassin was eyeing her with a look that could've been disgust, but was probably simply apraisal. She was dressed for theiving, and looked quite devious. Shrai'i on the other hand, was covered, but that could change in the blink of an eye. Maia watched her through lowered lids, not really concerned. Although she was quite good, she didn't know just what to think of her yet.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue][i]The next morning, when she awoke, the troupe was already striking down. Her partner was packing up her numerous things, jewelry, clothing, scarves of brilliant colors, and various trinkets she had picked up from former lovers and admirers. Shrai'i was glad she lived simple. She pulled on her long black leggings, her skirt, adjusted the top of her tunic, and wrapped on the belt. With practiced ease, she raised up her single silver leafblade, the thing she loved most in life, besides her scarf, and stowed it down the side of her thigh sheath. Then she pulled up her scarf, her most treasured gift, from her sidhe mother, sewn by immortals, given to her. With a flick of her wrist, it settled on her head and wrapped around her face easily. She didn't like exposing herself unecessarily. It was annoying as all hells. Especially when they started flocking around her and her partner. She pulled the clasps down on her traveling boots and rolled up her sheets and the tapestry she had kept with her, just for kicks. Her tiny jewelry box contained all she needed, made of ebony, lined with black velvet. Silver and aquamarine, and that was all. Perfection. She didn't wear any today, although her roomate certainly did. Their leader told them about their next gig. Which wasn't far away, they were simply moving INTO a building for once. A bar. A really high end bar. Her roomate was overjoyed, Shrai'i took the news like a Spartan. She really had no preference. But she was not about to play hooker, like the other girls were expected to. Without a word, she shouldered her pack of bedding and spare clothes, while the ebony box was tucked into her tunic belt. She took off and made it out into the blinding sunlight. Her backstage friend loaded up her roll and handed her the reins to her horse. She swung on into the sidesaddle with an odd sort of grace, then took control. In a few minutes, she was at the top of the caravan, riding quietly next to the leader. As one of the headliners, she was allowed to roam wherever.[/i] "Exited Shrai'i dear?" "Ecstatic. Come now Genesis. You know me. I'm never excited." "Unless you're killing something." [i]He winked at her and she simply smirked. Her assassin habbits were not well known, but Genesis, the one man she trusted, was definetly informed. And he didn't care. As long as she didn't die.[/i][/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Name: Sayuri Chi-Rha Age: 24 Race: Human, with a trace of sidhe spirit Description: see attatchment. Bio: Despite her innitial misgivings about leaving her heratige, and its own religion, she has become xeno. One who has abandoned her own mindset and adopted another, forcing her to be cut off from her mother and father. Her father was a samurai in his own rights, although he was not the greatest of warriors, he was brave, honorable, and definetly a fierce practitioner of bushido. But when he met Sayuri's mother, Kellnine, it was all over. The sidhe spirit turned woman sucked out his soul, and transfered the essence into their girl child, Sayuri. She was raised to follow her father's code, and know of the spirit realm with great awareness. Sayuri does not love her father, nor does she love her mother. Both created her, one out of love, the other out of boredom. If she had the choice years ago, she would've left, after banishing her mother. But she is still posessive of the sidhe blood, not that it stopped her from becoming a powerful priestess of the Most High. She worships one God, but knows of the lesser. That means the Reapers. Weapons: 2 Katanas, although she favors the steel oragami herself...[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Despite my misgivings, and being misquoted on the AP section of the poem [which gave me some sort of odd satisfaction] ....I shall, lol, resist the urge to get a one way ticket to Alex's house and kill him. ~~~~~~~~ The Sidhe are the people, That are not known by all, But known to those who deserve it, Hidden Folk. Fae spirits, The Others, Their names are numerous, But it is clear who they are. Not human, Definetly not mortal, But sprites to watch humanity, And perhaps do more than just that. Sidhes.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Megatron and Circeus, congratulations. Start posting. And as for you.....unlucky soul, let us see more effort before the ax falls.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][i]Shrai'i Kell Chi-Rha swirled her scarf over her body artfully, then twisted her body once more and landed down in the peftect splits. The crowd cheered, tossed flowers, and generally called for more. She shook her head and blew them all a kiss, and exited stage left. With swift movements, she hightailed it for the tent she shared with one other dancer. As both of them were at the top of the bill, they got more breathing room. Not that it mattered, she'd be happy with any place to lay down her head, given her past. But then again, claustrophobia was dreadful. Shrai'i removed her sweaty clothes, rinsed her naked body swiftly and toweled herself dry. It was cool tonight, but not that cool. She pulled on her sheer nightdress and crawled between thick cotton silk sheets. It was warm, and instantly blissful. Her eyes closed, and she knew no more. She awoke very late in the evening, to hear the sound of her roomate's steady breathing. It was comforting, to know that another human being was near, but not near enough to smother. Her eyes half shut and she heard the sound of her own breathing. Nice and slow. Repetitive. Comforting. Really it was.[/i][/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Zharra nodded agreeably. Apparently, she did not have any reservations about sharing a house with a demon. Damien on the other hand, appeared slightly ill at ease. But in the meantime, Alice bounded up to Zharra and sat next to her on the sofa. Zarra smiled sweetly and looked into her eyes. The little girl stared back with equal force. The two exchanged their locked gaze, words passing back and forth faster than any human eye could follow. Tengu and sprite conversed swiftly. Then Zharra smiled and closed her eyes. Alice broke the connection as well and stood up. [/i] Alice: I like this lady. Zharra: Most of them do. [i]She bounded off happily and Damien set down his wine glass.[/i] Zharra: What's wrong Damien? [/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]As a Non voting, Californian resident, I find myself slightly amused by this whole fondue. Not only does our dear Terminator have issues, we also have every creature under the sun running to be govenor. Like, a porn star and her boss. Either way, I can't vote yet, and am really not all that upset about it. What's going to happen is going to happen. While listening to 910 AM, Savage Nation, a true blue right wing Republican type station, I heard varions things about the election. Most of which I knew, but still laughed myself silly over. Not only is Arnold a partial birth abortion activist [which is NOT Republican in the least], he is, sadly, as Michael Savage put it, A Radical Left Wing Democrat in Republican clothing. Doesn't matter much what you say. If he's for partial birth abortion, A.K.A. suicide, he sure as hell isn't a Republican. Which, is slightly embarassing. Half the people voting have no idea what they have coming.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]So you're better than me, Better writer, Better thinker, Better looking even. And because I want respect I'm weaker than you, Weaker minded, Weaker bodied, Weaker spirited. But by my refusal to be a doormat, Maybe I'm saying something else. Something that can't be fully expressed by words, Or even shown by actions. You can kiss my natural asian ***.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]"No reason. You looked like you needed it." "So, a movie?" "Nah. Let's go to the hills." [i]He nodded. The costal hills were beautiful and quiet. Not very crowded and perfect for stargazing. Several minutes out of town, he pulled onto a side road and followed it to the dirt parking lot. He took her hand and led her down the grassy sward, his senses inhaling everything around them. The dusk scent of earth, the sharp clean scent of grass, and the smell of Graie. Which was heavenly. She turned and smiled at him, eyes half shut, but still reflecting the light. He kissed her eyelids softly and she put her arms around him.[/i] "What are you thinking?" "How good you look right now." [i]She rested her head on his chest, glad he couldn't see her blushing.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Name: Shrai'i Kell Chi-Rha Age: 20 Gender: Female Race: Frae Ren Location: Ii Kaer, K'Urii Occupation: Travelling Dancer, part time mercenary and assassin on the side. Appearance: see attatchment. With the scarf around her shoulders, great magic is transfered from the heart to the physical realm. She carries a small crystal cut vial around her neck, containing blood from a spider. Why, we don't know. Her only weapon would be the scarf, but it doubles as both a channel for her magic and a garotte. Personality: Calm and serious, she is both steady and dependable. She is not given to throwing her heart out to the nearest available male, but when she commits, she commits. There is a funny streak in her, but it's limited to sarcasm. History: She was born into a family of highly dysfunctional proportions. Her father was a Silver Daggar [mercenary] and her mother was something of a prostitute. Shrai'i had siblings once, but both of them were killed by their father in a drunken rage. Lack of work might of had something to do with his problems, but that didn't excuse him for locking up his daughter in a very dark cellar. Shrai'i was scarred by this, if only emotionally. As for her mother, she would've been better off by herself. Instead, she turned inward to dancing and eventually ran away from home. Any magical powers her father or mother had were not cultivated, something that sickened Shrai'i when she learned of her untapped potential. As a dancer, she started rather late in life, but that didn't stop her from rising to new heights. Several dance companies attracted her attention, and she chose to travel with an acting, performing troupe. She likes adventure and wandering, but sometimes enjoys a quiet bite by the fire and a glass of cold white wine. All in all, Shrai'i is the sort of person you would expect to never change. Tidbits: She is terribly claustrophobic, which is why she's a dancer and not a city girl. Shrai'i could never be cramped behind a desk or counter, she would lose her mind. The paranoia comes from her childhood, obviously.[/COLOR]