Raiha

[COLOR=purple][i]She hung up the phone again. Gave up trying. If she didn't want to be reached, she didn't want to be reached. Grace massaged the corners of her eyes and sighed wistfully. She wanted to avoid Eve if she could, but it was so very difficult. She was her friend. But was growing increasingly distant. If she wanted to end the friendship, it was all good. Eve did very little to take her advice anyways. Other than that, they were fine. But lately, it had gotten weird. Eve had grown physically rough, slapping, hitting, even if she called it teasing. Grace didn't like it. Another thing she didn't like was her growing dependence on alcohol. But she was 18 and it was legal. Not much to do there. Yet another problem was this whole, "test out the guys that are older, see if they're any good" phase. She didn't approve. Sometimes Grace wondered exactly which one of them was younger.[/i] "Hi Eve. It's me. I want you to know that I do love you. Sister. But you've grown distant. And it isn't working out. Call me if you want. I might not be there. Selah." [i]She hung up and looked out the window. Leaned against the wall, waiting for the blade to fall. Except she couldn't see it lying on the ground.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Lycan rising in the moonlight, Pale eyes reflecting the fullness, Then turning to gaze to the prey, Wilfull. Nosferatu rising in the darkness, Black eyes reflecting the nothingness, Then turning to gaze to the prey, Hateful. Loup garou, Leech, Werewolf, Vampyre. They say to pick a side, But I have neither, Witchblood reigns within, Tristae. Tristae.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by James [/i] [B][color=#707875]And even if it were the case, how do you translate 90% of dormant brain into telekinetic power? Think about the sheer physics of it. How does your brain inside your skull influence the physics of an external object? The logic just completely destroys the whole concept. lol[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] [COLOR=royalblue]You're not quite grasping the concept here James. The point I'm trying to make here is that we have untapped potential. Some of which can be used to do taht. Physics. Physics have nothing to do with it. The mind can exert power, obviously. Or maybe you've never meet people with forceful character.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][i]When she woke up again, several hours later, her head was resting on Luyii's lap. Luyii was watching her through those pale eyes, smiling softly. She resed her palms on her neck and shoulders, massaging them slowly. She could tell that something had changed. Her body shifted, and she felt the silk sheets brush on bare skin. Naked. That explained it. She could hear Juu outside watering the plants, but could feel Luyii's breath on her ear.[/i] "Good afternoon." "...hi." "You gave me a bit of a scare when you tried to knock yourself out." "Nightmare." [i]Luyii checked the remark before it happened. She opened the vial and pulled the covers back. Dria started, then relaxed. Eucalyptus oil. With practised ease, Luyii trailed some down her chest and rubbed it in slowly. Moving gently, with measured moves. Dria settled back, unwilling to move.[/i] "Are you well?" "....I'm fine Luyii." "I know that's horse hockey, but I'll let you relax instead."[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Vondeux smiled thinly holding out her hand. He took it and kissed it, looking up into her eyes. She blinked slowly, and he wandered off in a daze. Ariel blinked. A spell, the back of her neck had prickled.[/i] Ariel: Why did you send him away? Vondeux: He wanted one thing, one thing you're not yet ready to give. Ariel: Sex. Vondeux: ...yes. ...I think we'll work on that next. Ariel: We? As in, you...and...me? Vondeux: Of course. [i]When she smiled, Ariel saw, for the first time, how different she could be. When seen through other eyes. She stood and followed Vondeux back home. The arena was cheering the sucess of yet another bloody fighter. So meaningless, she didn't know why she bothered.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Lifé and Shalistrae were further down, inspecting a half burned corpse. Only the village was intact. ....any people were mostly dead or dying. Lifé found a little girl, horribly blackened by fire, but still able to speak. Her voice was a piteous whine.[/i] "...she came for us...but we resisted." Lifé: Who? "....Primen.... It was so dark, she came outta nowhere....demanded everything we couldn't give.... ....she cursed us...and....screamed and shouted....and dying....the blood...the.." [i]Her eyes opened wide, then rolled back in death. Shalistrae crossed herself and closed her eyes for her.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][i]Shrai'i sighed and closed her eyes. Sex. The last thing she needed to see. Especially when forced onto someone like Lina. The other women off duty made remarks and such and generally made Shrai'i lose her sanity. Hence her following behavior. She ripped up several cots and threw them into offender's faces, effectively knocking them out. Anyone who fought back was knocked into the unyielding walls. The guards rushed in, just in time to find Shrai'i throttling a girl lucky enough to land a blow on her person. Bleeding and furious, she released her grip before death took over. She backed up, and Goven strode in. He glanced at the mess, told them to clean it up, then led Shrai'i into the hall.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue][i]Shrai'i put her arms around Lina's shoulders, resting her head next to hers. Sisterly love, or something else. She breathed into her ear, then looked up again. Goven entered and Shrai'i quickly released her. He pointed at Lina and gestured. She stood and left, knowing what was coming. Her master was waiting in his room. She stood with bowed head, hands behind her back. Shrai'i looked up into the ceiling, watching the heat waves move. Sound of a slap. Then a tear falling.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue]Through scientific notation, real scientists have recorded and taken notes of a russian woman with real telekenisis. SHe separated a yolk from an egg white. She was the subject of many tests and was determined to actually be a telekenetic. I have synthestesia which is an accepted mental condition. Telekenisis is just a few steps up from there. Considering how much of our brain we don't use, it is possible that telekenesis and e.s.p. and clairvoyance do exist. Of course you have to also factor in demon posession..... In drinking water? Yes, over here we have high levels of chlorine and methane from the land fill.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Shrai'i stood slowly, checking herself, eyes contracting and dialating. If she had her aquaducts still intact, she would cry. One correction already. And on his whim. She quietly padded out and down to her dorms. Her cheek had treturned to normal, for which she was truely thankful. Lina was sitting up in bed, wrists pressed together. Shrai'i laid back, with her arms crossed behind her head.[/i] Lina: ...thanks. Shrai'i: One correction. Lina: I'm sorry about that. ....something just... Shrai'i: Came over you.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Longer days, Mean more time in the sun for you, Even though you hate the light, And I love it. Longer nights, Mean more time in the darkness, Even though I'm afraid, And you love it. There's time, When we can co-exist, But the Twilight never lingers, It always moves on. That sadness, Translates into fear for me, Because I think you'll leave, Like they always do. You promise, That you'll always stay here, Forever and a day, But I'm just frightened...about it.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She blinked, then cursed softly. Corey sat up, pulling her up as well. She got dressed, leaving the two bangles on the table, and walked out. Corey was behind her, then next to her, holding her hand in his. He brought his lips closer to her ear, biting down softly. She turned and was about to reciprocate when she heard several doors opening then closing. Trance cursed to herself one more and then let him open the doors for her. It was as the Count had planned. Man smiling. Creepy man smiling. She watched him through half closed eyes and automatically sat down in the chair Corey pulled out for her. The Count stared into her eyes and she smiled back, giving him the same smile she had given Corey. Only this one meant a great deal more than just "come have fun in bed with me." The Count looked to the other guests before any more introduction could be made.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]The two disgruntled beings followed two even more disgruntled beings to a cliff overlooking the village below. Shalistrae gestured not to it, but to the land beyond it. Lifé's home. She sharpened her gaze and followed the Dragouret's arm. Circling ravens. Could mean one of two things.[/i] Shalistrae: War. Lifé: Or famine. Vinchante: It would work either way. The gods aren't feeling terribly overjoyed about our daring midnight escape. Ilmiwyrth: So we don't suffer for it. But Lifé's family does. Shalistrae: I suppose so. Lifé? [i]Lifé wasn't there. She had spread both wings and leapt. Down to her family, to see what was really going on.[/i] OOC: I could kill myself, but I can't find my knife and my window is locked.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I see you, Through thick dark lashes, Surrounded by whatever it is, That keeps you from giving it all to me. I need you, Even though it's over, Could you still be my friend, Or is it completely gone and finished? I dream you, But the night falls, And in my heart I know, You are so past tense.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Only played it once, and while making out with a friend of mine....but why not? Name: Kell Megelani Age: 20 Sex: Dur....Female. Height: 5'7" Weight: 121lbs. Gang Allegiance: None; will do just about anything for money. Weapons: see attatchment, usually uses knife. Mode of Transport: Motocycle; Ninja, black, with purple trim. History: Not much to say, other than the fact that she knows there's more than one way to skin a cat. If there's a quicker if less honorable way of getting what she wants, she'll probably do it. Be it seduction, subterfuge, blackmail, she's done it all and will do it again. She can get close to peole quite easily, put off by her look of wide eyed innocence. And she's also a mercenary by trad, prostitute when it's time to pay the rent. Her family doesn't exist, as far as she's concerned. As for race, she's part Chinese, part German, and part Japanese. At least that's what her doctors told her. There's a birthmark on her inner thigh in the shape of a hunting bird, and whenever she becomes excited or angry, it begins to burn. This could all be in her head, she doesn't really know. Personality: A warm blooded killer. Who also likes white wine and sarcastic cynical company. Description: See attatchment. Usual mercenary working clothes, skin tight pants are involved below the waist. But when she's playing the "pleasureable company" role, her wardrobe changes signifigantly. She moves to tight fitting buisness suits, covering up black lingere and body glitter.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]*sings* Name: Shrai'i Kell Megelani Age: 500 Species: Dark fae Origin: The Forest of the Night. Goal: To find the Last Angel, discover his purpose, and drag him into darkness. Bio: Um....she's from a dark place in which little light comes, and evil people are plentiful. She destroys without reason and is also excellent at subterfuge. Hence: her master [ooo, creepy music plays...] sends her on missions he would trust no one else with. Family is bad. From it comes connections that haunt you until death. She killed her father, her mother is no threat, sister and brother are demoralized beyond all reason. The death threats and such probably helped a great deal. On the flipside, she has adopted several animals as her own, mostly large and deadly creatures. Including spiders, venemous reptiles, wolves, and more recently a huge gyrfalcon. He obeys her every wish, and is an expert hunter and tracker. Although she is not so bad herself. Most of her strengths ave already been mentioned. Hypnotism is one of those rare gifts she picks up on only so often....but it's there. Relations/Allies: One could say she's an evil bîtch with a huge chip on her shoulder...that hangs around bad company... Skien and Ochkik Haddah. Weaponry, if any: Cold magic of the dark throne.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][i]She looked up through the ceiling, eyes penetrating through to the hall. Lina struggled and spat, furious beyond all reason. Shrai'i sighed and rose to her feet, padding out of the dorms and up the stairs. The gaurds held her down while their master eyed her. Shrai'i opened the door to the chaos, then bit her lip to prevent laughter. Lina looked up at her through wide eyes, mentally asking for aid. Shrai'i shook her head and then glared at her master.[/i] Shrai'i: .... Shambotada: ....what is it now? Shrai'i: Spare her. She's ...having a bad day. Shambotada: And I wasn't? Lina: ....mmm.. [i]When she opened her mouth, the guard slapped his palm across it roughly.[/i] Shrai'i: ....it would be nice.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She rolled her eyes at the incompetence of the staff, then leaned back in her private box, watching Ariel through lidded eyes. She was excited. But then again, why not? Young Val'Shagress in training, tasting the excitement in the air. Something she had long ago gotten used to. Might as well let her enjoy it for now. There was time to hit her with a reality check later. In the meantime, she tallyed the to-do list in her mind. Challenging really. Juggling a party, a new Val'Shagress, and a potential hazard to her health... measures for stress. She calmed herself down with a meditation technique she hadn't used in years...thanks to her lack of social activity, and mentally cursed her stupidity of going back to it. "Stupid demon." "....you know you liked him." "What now Mel?" "Admit it! You liked him." "The sex was good, don't get me wrong. But I wouldn't want to make it a habbit." "Kelnoz is worried, but not overly so." "Tell him to stay calm. I'll deal with it in my own good time." [/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue][i]The blood rose in her eyes, and she could feel her other senses retracting to make room. Taste and touch resigned their grip, letting smell, sight, and hearing take over. The first humans entered her field of vision. With two swift leaps, she overtook their downward flight and opened their throats. Two slashes, and it was over. She turned in a tight circle, tail whirling around to balance her out. Her claws dug into the stone and she growled to herself. Another one was coming, his fear was a deadly marker in her thoughts. She prowled down the hall, turned up into the next cavern and found him leaning over. She jumped, only to feel his gun bat her in the mouth. She spat the blood into his face, then gave him a new mouth across his throat. His blood was delicious, but definetly not necessary. A bloodhigh was the last thing she needed....her better judgement served her that purpose only. "....come out come out...."[/i][/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Oh my poor broken body....*nurses second degree sunburns...* ~~~~~~~~ [i]Luyii cleaned up after the dog, hung up the leash and ruffled Juu's hair. She had already replaced the two blades, using fettish neatness that would've scared anyone unused to her. She left a message with Genocide that ran something like this: "She took the job, you owe me big." Luyii was never one to mince words either way..... The buzzer went off, she ignored it, Dria always did that. Ten seconds later, the door opened and the queen herself walked in. Luyii looked up from her menial tasks and smiled quietly.[/i] "What took you?" "An undercover cop/bad taxi driver." "Why is it that I get the sex and you get the violence?" [i]At this point Juu hollered from the kitchen.[/i] "Because I'm too young for both!" "The dearie has a point..." "So did you call him? Say yes before I cry." "Of course. But why would you cry?" [i]Dria shook her head helplessly and rubbed her bruising throat. Luyii massaged her shoulders, guiding her into the bedroom while she was at it.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Oh good, I don't have to do the constructive criticism here. But really, I like that word. FLOWETREY! Then again, I'm sure I heard it somewhere else too.... but anyways, yeah. And another thing, it might be a good idea to make ONE thread for all your poems. Or ask a mod of comanding power to put all your threads into one whole one. i.e. Taylor's Poetry. It would be a little less frustrating for us to have to scroll up and down and up and down and nevermind...[/color]

[color=royalblue]You do realize that a harem is a place and a harem girl is a ....harem girl. ~~~~~~~~~ [i]....a huge feline of some sort, sleek, elegant, and deadly. A sharp muzzle, and bared teeth. Not as big as Vondeux's Wolf head staff, but there was time for improvement. Vondeux smiled and bid Ariel to stroke the head. It came to life and nuzzled her palm.[/i] Ariel: It's like the bracelet! Vondeux: Yes....when you bid it, she will be real. Otherwise, she'll go into an advanced hiberation. [i]She laughed as the cat licked her open palm and kissed her fingertips. Vondeux smiled benignly and opened a closet door. She brought out robes similar to her own, only hand tailored for Ariel's blossomed self. Ariel slipped them on with Vondeux's skillful hands, fastening a clasp here and there....fixing a fold and a hem.[/i] Vondeux: Good. And now, I think it is time you and I went for a little stroll. Ariel: Into....the city...? Vondeux: I think you're ready. And it will provide plenty of answers to your questions. You will see everything differently. I promise. [i]The younger female stood and followed Vondeux out, grabbing her scepter as she went.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue]Own serpent bracelet. ~~~~~~~~~~ [i]Vondeux led her down the hall to her own private chambers. She opened a cabinet and brought out her own jewelry box. It was smaller than most Val'Shagress's liked to keep, but was made of ebony wood and deep pearl. She opened the lid, a scent of ceader filtering through the room. Ariel sat down on the adjoining stool and watched carefully. She lifted out her earings. Six. Three studs per ear. Each made of some sort of jewel matching her dark robes. Next she pulled a drawer and produced a necklace made of what loked like thousands of tiny beads strung on spider web. She placed it around her neck, deft fingernails working the clasp.[/i] Vondeux: Each piece represents a part of who you are. Ariel: The spiderwebs? Vondeux: My loyalty to Loloth. Ariel: And the six earrings? Vondeux: My age. You have two to start. I'm a Third Generation....so three. Ariel: ...what next? [i]She opened the next drawer and produced twelve finely hammered bangles of platinum. With expert skill, she twisted them on, bending the metal to her wrists. This was followed by a choker of iron and her matching circlet.[/i] Ariel: That seems like alot. Vondeux: This is considered every day wear. I have several other routes I could take. Ceremonial is usually simple. For the party, you might not be able to recognize me. [i]She winked and closed the drawer. Vondeux walked over to her bed and sat down, patting the mattress, indicating Ariel should join her.[/i][/color]

[color=royalblue]Put into terms at least I can understand...you lack "Flowetrey." Translation: You seem to be fighting to get the words out or struggling to find the right words. Poems work best when they simply come out of you with little or no effort. "So I looked up to her, Eyes blurrings lightly, Mind closing gently, Knowing my time had come. A hand descending on my face, Dragging me slowly, Pain echoing dimmly, Knowing my life was over." Sometimes repeating a pattern helps. First line, next with a "ly" word, next the same as before, last starting with the same three words.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She rolled her eyes at his deadpan expression and let her own other sights flicker on. She had sensed his movement through the Force, and decided it was time to give him something to think about besides his own wonderful ability. She let herself drift aimlessly through the Force, in manner some would see as useless, then she hit the bottom, and stood up in her ethric form. Naked, hair flowing around her face. She leapt upwards, coming through several barriers until she stopped in front of his mind. He was close, it took very little time. She caressed his mental walls, then slowly slid her hand over it, then palmed it roughly. She sent a swift image of a flower into his mind, cracking open, then being split in two perfect halves. In real time, he blinked and looked at her. She looked asleep, but when she shifted, her eyes flickered slightly. His mind echoed in her ears. Her gift. The power to see things in brilliant colors and sounds and tastes. He was like rushing water, and flashed by her eyes swiftly. But she could always circle around and find him again. ".....cute really." "What is?" "Your mind. I find it rather refreshing, after that brush with the idiot just now." He heard her laughter echo dimmly in his ears, then it fadded and she opened her eyes completely.[/i] Vastus: ....hmmmmm. Kain: Had fun? Vastus: I usually do.[/COLOR]