Re: The Sinners

[Kit Estenial]

Her moans were only spurring his actions, intensifying them the more he heard her. She seemed hesitant after his words, but that didn't deter her gasps and shudders, accompanied by the bass line of heavy breathing. His slit pupils thinned as the shiver she let out was cradled by his body. Kit was no longer Kit, the voice no longer had the say. He didn't understand what he was doing, but it felt...right. Oh, it felt so right. She placed his hand on his thigh, making him jump. He had never felt touch like this, with this emotion. She turned to him and her beautiful eyes were glazed over, a small smile on her face, she spoke in Esparian now, perhaps her native language, and she pulled him in with a bite upon his neck. He gasped with shock and stopped a moan in his throat,

"Hmm. You took a bit much. Perhaps, you should repay a little~?" She slid her hands under his shirt, pulling his Viper kukri from its sheath. He did not fear what she would do, he understood the meaning in an instant. He shook violently as her hand was placed on his neck. She looked on with pure curiosity as she placed the blade and slit it, revealing rivlets of blood. The cut was small, but the pleasure was deep. He moaned and panted, and it only got worse with every lick. His muscles tensed and gripped her tighter, almost falling over in a coma of ecstacy. She pulled away and stared into his eyes again,

" I'm your mistress, correct?" The statement was seperated with a kiss, left on a cliffhanger for only a moment. He eyes then were passionate with fire and her mouth formed a trickster grin, "I want you to lay with me."

He looked trance like after those words, staring blankly into the beyond. His hands hovered over his shirt as he undid the buttons, then his kukri and throwing them to the floor. He loosened and removed his tie, leaving only his collar. He looked like a pet and felt the same. As he undressed, words poured from his mouth in almost a monotone, words he would never say if he were in his right mind

"I will do as the Mistress commands. I am...unexperienced, but I will please you to the best of my ability. My mind and body are yours."

He jumped, grabbing both her wrists and pinning them to the velvet sheets, his lips meeting hers in fiery passion. They passed the night of full moon in endless lust, pleasure and passion, and it lasted till the first rays of the sun broke the night.

[Emmelin]

"I will do as the Mistress commands. I am...unexperienced, but I will please you to the best of my ability. My mind and body are yours." His words were simply velvet on her. How she loved velvet. Her body turned and she saw him undressing himself. First, he slid off his top, unbuttoning it to show the delectable body beneath, and then his tie. His every curve that was formed and his eyes were those of a beast. The collar on his neck.. was this pet owned? Was she playing with someone else's toy? Val didn't care, in fact, that would make it all so much more appetizing. A feast before her, for both to indulge in.

He nearly tackled her as his body was soon atop of hers. His hands took her wrists and pinned them, making her mobility limited. His mouth upon hers, passion floating on the air. This was so wrong, a rendezvous that left Val simply hung up. She couldn't stop now, she refused it. Even as his hands roamed her body, she had a choice to leave, but she wanted it. "That's just fine." She whispered in a voice surrounded in ecstasy.

Val could feel him so close. The way he breathed; the hypnotic sensation of his pounding heart. Oh how excited she was. Pleasure dripped from his every word, he was an embodiment of lust then. His mind at a loss as the two began a forbidden dance in the night. There wasn't a crevice that the man hadn't explored in some fashion, but the royal debut lasted long into the hours. As the sun peaked Val was resting contently within the bed. A soft afterglow on her with a sigh of contentness on her lips. Her violet eyes shut and her body wormed around.

At last, she got comfortable half atop of him. Her arm curled on his chest, along with one leg and her head nestled into his shoulder. The scent of them both simply resting in the air sweat mingled with other flavors dancing about. Her breathing finally lowered to a normal level and a drowsiness hit her as a ton of bricks. Her eyes; half open to look up at the man's reaction. Val had done something unforgivable with this man. However, for now she was happy. An odd sensation for that, only one other person brought that feeling about and that was...

Guilt sank into her stomach. There was something wrong with what she did. However, she couldn't go back now. It didn't help that she had actually enjoyed the exercise. She would deal with the reprecautions later, for now she was going to bask in the overall marvelous feelings that flooded her everything. Her lips curled into a grin, while she leaned in and kissed his lips softly. "Very good~. For a beginner." She winked a bit and nipped at his neck softly, a bit sleepily.

[Kit Estenial]

It was the best nap he had in a while, her naked formed the greatest blanket, her head nestled into his shoulder, an arm and a leg around his, covered by velvet sheets. He looked at her as she kissed him, but it felt..ungenuine......She smiled and spoke, "Very good~. For a beginner." Then she bit at his neck like a playful puppy, in a groggy happiness. He felt something...something nice, beautiful...but it couldn't be love. No, love was not meant for him, and he felt as if she already belonged to someone already.

But after she spoke there was silence, and Kit was not fond of silence. He could form coherent sentences compared to his moans of the night now, so he decided to clear the air, talking up towards the ceiling, "The word you may be looking for is virgin. I had not a clue what I was doing last night, half the things I did I never even heard of...I hope my blood was to your liking, as well as my performance."

He rose from the bed, not minding his and hers scattered floors that covered the floor. Their were claw marks in the wall next to the bed, and traces of wallpaper in his fingernails. That must've been a crazy night, but he could only remember bits and pieces...and a strange taste lingered on his mouth. He saw a bottle of champagne in a small fridge and popped the cork, taking a sip straight from the glass. His face was blank now, but he felt an amazing sense of shock, but not guilt. He felt no guilt for what he did, but he had no idea why not... He took up his pants and slipped them on. He wore no underwear, for what reason he did not know. Her dress was slightly ripped but nothing a little patchwork couldn't fix. He grabbed a needle from his bag and used pieces of his tie to patch it, sitting next to Valeria on the bed, his keen eyes making a seamless fix, the dress looking good as new. He handed her her dress and smiled, fangs glinting in the sunlight. He looked at her, taking another sip from the bottle. He looked at her and said,

"I'm sure your lover is looking for you. Feel no shame in leaving, I will be doing the same in a few days, once I get enough money for a train ticket to Rush Valley." He looked on the floor for his and her phone, flipping them open and typing in information.

"If you should ever need me, for help or a talk, call me. If it's help, I'll be there as soon as I can. There's nothing else for me to do. Odd jobs are what I do."

[Emmelin]

"The word you may be looking for is virgin. I had not a clue what I was doing last night, half the things I did I never even heard of...I hope my blood was to your liking, as well as my performance." He spoke to destroy the silence. Val couldn't help but grin a bit. "Was." She stated in a bit of arrogance. Of course she was proud of her feet. It wasn't often that a man of such purity could be stained by her whims. Her whole body shivered in delight as she could recall everything. Each small detail, every passionate kiss and the whole room seemed to have suffered a bit at it. It was all in good taste though, sort of.

He got up, moving as if he were in some sort of daze. His body maneuvering around before scooping up his pants. Pulling them on, he wandered and grabbed a bottle of champagne. Valeria simply watched him with interest. He was shielded from her now, clothed as she sat up and let her blanket cover her bare body. It draped well enough to make sure nothing was seen while the man grabbed more fabric from the floor and started back to her.

Having pulled out what she assumed to be a needle, he stitched up the dress, making quick patchwork of it, then handed it over. She examined the fabric and sighed, sitting up and letting the blanket fall as she pulled on the dress rather quickly. His next action involved her cell phone as he plugged in numbers with ease. Her head next to his, leaning over his shoulder and breathing down his neck. "I'm sure your lover is looking for you. Feel no shame in leaving, I will be doing the same in a few days, once I get enough money for a train ticket to Rush Valley."

Valeria paused and thought a moment. Had she ever mentioned anything? no, she hadn't but she decided to fish some more. "What makes you think I have a lover?" Her voice continued in its usual fleeting coo. Slowly her arms draped over his shoulders and her bosoms pressed to his back again, just as the night before. A gentle nibble at his neck and her hands pulled him close to her. Slowly, she traced kisses to his lips, a gentle peck. Why she felt so affectionate to this man, she couldn't tell.

"If you should ever need me, for help or a talk, call me. If it's help, I'll be there as soon as I can. There's nothing else for me to do. Odd jobs are what I do." She sighed and nodded it. It seemed he wanted rid of her, so she would leave. Taking her body up and standing, she placed her phone in the top of her dress and pulled all her hair out from behind her. At last it all sat on her back, swaying with her every action. "I suppose I'll leave you to it." Her eyes rested on him with intrigue as she would wink at him, playfully. "If you miss me too much, you can always call me." With that, she took her leave, blowing a kiss to him once more before vanishing behind the door and into the crowd.

[Kit Estenial]

Kit sat there, on the velvet sheets, alone like he always was. He heaved a heavy sigh as he stood on his bare, pale feet, taking up his shirt and what was left of his tie. He buttoned his shirt, thinking to himself of what she said to him. Did she have a lover? Her aura eminated hints of guilt, but was it really due to her betraying a lover? He didn't know, but maybe when he came back, he'll ask. He walked out into the alley beside the cafe and grabbed his duffle bag from the inside of an overturned trash can. He opened it and put in his violin case, and took out a crisp new-looking sketchpad and a mahogany case of colored pencils. He knew he forgot something.

He hurried down the street, pencils and paper in hand, dodging pedestrians back and forth effortlessly, not even glancing from the page as he passionatly sketched with a urgency he'd never felt before. Clashes of white, red, and black filled the bold lines of his new masterpiece. It held a subtle hint of sadness, but wealths of passion and, dare he think it, love. Their night together wasn't just lust and passion, but was it love? He'd never known, but perhaps he'd find out. He was halfway down the street, Valeria right on the horizon of his excellent vision, when his drawing was completed. He watched her hourglass form in her beautiful crimson dress, her piano black hair waving side to side with grace.

He ran, pushing faceless pedestrians from his path, dipping through the crowds like a serpent. He was not to far behind when he fell to the ground, tripped by a high curb. He came up, his target lost. His hands were skinned and scraped, cut in the side of his cheek from a rampant shard of glass. He pulled it out with nary a though. He trusted a sense he honed well: smell. He could smell a combination of his and her scent, following it like a trail. He reached her finally, feet sore and lungs burning for air, he called to her,

"Mistress!," he panted, and kept going till he passed her and turned, stinging hands clasping his knees as he took in gulps of air. He took his sketchpad and looked at his work. He bit his thumb and signed his first name at the bottom right corner of the page in his blood: an excellent personal touch. It was a picture of them, and only them, from last night. Staring deep into each other's eyes as they danced, hands clasped together in a waltz. He held out the sketch to her, still panting at the concrete.

"I though...you might like this. Y'know...I think I could stay...a little longer..."

[Emmelin]

"Mistress!" A familiar voice sat on her ears. The eyes of violet shade turned to find the body of a young man running towards her. This was unexpected. Immediately, she lit up, amused. He'd come back already? That was just.. so unexpected. With a gentle and curious smile, she stopped to look at him; breathless, panting and holding some paper. What was up with the paper? She couldn't be certain, but it seemed her answers were all too shortly given when he held it out to her.

Taken back by what he'd given unto her, Val gingerly accepted the papers with limited reluctance. It wasn't often she was given something so simplistic. Normally her gifts were petty flowers of types she didn't like or cheap chocolates that made her tastebuds cringe. This was something unique and inspired. Her eyes took in the picture and a creeping smile grew. A picture he'd made. In all her years, no one had taken a picture, let alone drawn one and here it was. A sketch of the very body of her own. It was both invigorating and kind off creepy at the same time.

"I thought...you might like this. Y'know...I think I could stay...a little longer..." A soft chuckle escaped her throat and she leaned forward. Her lips pressed to his for a fleeting second, before she pulled away and looked amused at him. "Did you miss me already? I was barely gone five minutes." Her teasings mingled with flirtatious temptation while she pressed her rosy lips to the flesh of his neck. A mark to kiss, that would remain for a little while. After all, flesh seemed to scar so easily and that, as well as variously placed hickeys, had all but claimed him. Most were hidden to public, as she'd been kind enough to do. however, the one on his neck, well that might have taken some work to cover.

[Kit Estenial]

"Disd you miss me already? I was barely gone five minutes." She cooed with amusement as she pushed her lips to his neck, sucking on his skin and leaving a mark, a love bite he'd heard them called. He had them placed mostly on his chest, along with a few scratches from last night and fights beforehand, but none were visible. He almost cringed as she pulled away, hearing a distinct pop. He snapped straight up, walking alongside her, his eyes hovering from her expression to his work.

"I did it on the way; didn't have that much time and unfortunatly had to do it from memory, so it's not my best work...I figured there's no rush for me to leave, and...yeah, I did kinda miss you." He chuckled on the last line to cover up his blushing face. His tail swung a little bit faster, his eyes turning on axis to listen to all around him, but his focus was on her. Why did he feel...so attatched to this woman? Then he noticed he had referred to her as Mistress when he saw her and called her. Damn it, he hated when he couldn't understand something, and this was stumping him like a well placed toe against a doorway. They walked, him keeping pace, going wherever she took him.

[Emmelin]

"I did it on the way; didn't have that much time and unfortunatly had to do it from memory, so it's not my best work...I figured there's no rush for me to leave, and...yeah, I did kinda miss you."

How cute. His whole body told the story of his adorableness. The blush he tried to cover didn't evade the all seeing eyes of the Archangel. A vague brushing of ideas flickered through her mind and she took a soft breath. His cuteness.. how come she couldn't stand it? He was so innocent.. so different than what she was used to. A lap dog licking her hand before trying to press his cold nose in her chest. She loved it though and couldn't help herself. Her hand gripped his chin, pulling her friend to her and pressing her lips tight to his.

A kiss that could last forever that ignited only of passion. How and odd situation it was, that the young woman found herself captivated by a cat boy. Her hand ran over his ears gently and she pulled away. Such a dramatic and romantic moment from a woman who was usually solely based upon lust. Her kind eyes, yes KIND eyes sat upon him gently. ""Aren't you just sweet?" She purred to him, her eyes closed while letting her body lean into his. "If you insist upon spending some more time, I'm sure I can make a little room in my schedule."

[Kit Estenial]

The kiss was much different compared to those last night. It was soft. Absent of lust or a wanting of more. It was content in and of itself, and it caught him off guard. He savored the moment, the taste. It was like they existed in their own reality, everyone around them looking in like they were surrounded by windows. She called him 'sweet' as she fit her body into his, a perfect one at that. She was too beautiful for words. The voice was silent, blocked out by Kit for the day. He had taken over for most of last night, now it was time for Kit to have his body back. She said she'd make room in her schedule, but he wasn't one to be a burden.

"No, no, if anything, I could accompany you. Help with whatever you need. At the end of the day, I'll put my cooking skills to work and we can eat on this hill on the outskirts of the city. It's beautiful there." He wasn't one to brag but his cooking skills enabled him to make even the strangest and unfamiliar ingredients into delicious creations, though Kit's humbleness would never admit it. The walked the street for some time, till it donned on him that he was in deep need of cleansing. His clothes were gritty and he had a coat of sweat and dirt on him, though it was rarely able to be seen.

"I hope it's not too much to ask, but is there a place where I could wash? I can't stand being dirty like this. My hair's all matted and my tail is almost grey with dirt. I don't look very presentable, do I?"

[Emmelin]

"No, no, if anything, I could accompany you. Help with whatever you need. At the end of the day, I'll put my cooking skills to work and we can eat on this hill on the outskirts of the city. It's beautiful there." Val stood still a moment and mulled the thought over. A cat that could cook? That.. was definitely a thought. Though of course he was just as much man as he was cat, the thought of him preparing her food gave her varied thoughts from FABULOUS to HELL NO. She twitched her nose and her arms adjusted, cradling her bosoms as she stared at him gently with amusement. He was a stain; a pure white stain on her record now, a man whom was still stuck on her after the deed had been done. Though Val was normally used to the men clinging over her as she silently broke their hearts, this one was making it difficult.

He was not like any of the others. He was innocent; his cat stained not from dirt but from her cursed touch. Would he go to Hell because of her? It was possible, but he wouldn't be alone. The sinners, all the sinners in the world were not enough to sate Satan's thirst and she was in the world to guide each and every one until he called her fourth and she paid for her own sins. The devil was not a man who kept deals; a master of deceit and betrayal, she knew that well. All her work would only thrust her to the darkest pit of Hell where the men and women she destroyed would all torture her for the pain they endured.

How unfair it was, that she had already started in a true Hell. Her life wordless days whee she was dying inside, slowly and yet not a person spoke of her misery. The pain she felt inside would cripple anyone but her. The memories that made her sin crawl. It all came back to her when she thought so much. Impulse.. The impulse began. Make them pay... Her nails dug into her arms, slicing small cuts slowly as her breath shuddered. The man began speaking again, but Valeria was having a moment. Blood drained from her face and paranoia sank in. There's nothing special about any of them. All are traitors, all only want to turn you in. Make them suffer... Make them pay...

Her violet eyes seemed to glow a moment with murderous intent, but away from him. Control. Val had control. Her brow furrowed and she took a shaky breath, trying to get the impulse to drown in a sea of her playful thoughts. By the time she had calmed, she could only hear such a small portion of his speech. "I don't look very presentable, do I?" What was he going on about? Was he saying he needed a bath? Val seemed to blink as if he were speaking in a foreign language. That must have been what he was implying. To go back to her place and shower? Well, Adry would be there to slit his throat likely. "Hmm.. I don't think you can come home with me. I have a pet that.. isn't very friendly towards strangers. A very aggressive errr.... Pitbull." That seemed kind of accurate. Adryion was her puppy, her very aggressive.. and cannibalistic puppy. At first glance people shat themselves with fear and once they got to know him they- Well no they still shat themselves. He wasn't as.. controlled as Val when it came to hunger. Though she wondered if he was even home.

Her eyes turned back to Kit for a second and her lips played a gentle curl. "I can take you to my hotel room, though. So my doggy doesn't eat you~." Her hand pat his head gently, though she had to stand on her tip-toes to do so. Her kind and false smile on as always, drown the pain in an ocean of emotion. Her voice spoke again, clearly and in a serious joke. "If you plan on cooking for me, then you need to wear a hairnet. I don't need you shedding into my soup." She cooed in amusement as her hand pushed her dark locks back.

[Kit Estenial]

Hotel room? Alright, a screwball that'd he'd be ok with. He'd deal with gathering ingredients for dinner later, now the only thing he could think of was a shower. He did notice she had some cuts on her arms; fresh by both scent and sight. He was very...uncomfortable now. She was just emanating an almost evil aura, and it seeped into him, coaxing at his other self, but Kit wouldn't have it. He was the master of his mind, he was in control, but he was getting jumbled thoughts from the voice. Mostly horrid images and sounds, growling and so forth.

They walked on through the downtown Central streets. Decadent smells from the bakery and the aromas from perfume surrounding him mingled around his sensitive nose, quite a sensation and giving him a headache. Kit didn't believe in medication and didn't have the money for it in the first place, so he learned to deal with his chronic headaches. He was milling around ideas for dinner tonight, he didn't want to disappoint. He couldn't stop thinking about lobster...Cretan lobster with lemon butter sauce...that's it! Perfect, Kit had a lot of experience with preparing lobster, mainly from paying traveling debts on fishing boats, mostly as a deck hand and cook.

He held her close, hoping to figure out away to get rid of her bad mood. He didn't know what possessed him to do it, but he starting singing very softly a song his mother sang to him when he was young. It was a very beautiful Esparian song, his perfect pitch matching what he remembered. He stared off into the horizon as he sang, his soothing voice floating among the populous.

[Emmelin]

A change of plans. It so happened once in a while when Val decided instead of going with what she planned to simply going off on her own little path. Though she thought the plan through, she much rathered the wild cards and feeds that it all gamed when push came to shove. She had her own whims and wild actions. this was one of them.

The man held her it seemed, singing a song in Esparian which made her wonder where on earth this man was from. A lullaby in Esparian? How odd. Nevertheless, she was already calm before the song even began and her mind instead focused on something more exciting. Chances were her puppy wasn't home. She had a list of chores for him to do. So by the time he accomplished all of them, the day should be nearing an end. Wasn't that right? Her brow furrowed in thought on the actor and she seemed to agree mentally. "On second thought.." She started, turning her body.

She was more comfortable at home. There would be less questions and accusing looks... so she thought. Light on her feet, she guided the man into to the house, A small little room of which he could stay. At least for a little while while he bathed. It was a rented place, after all, she never bought a house, not yet. Well, she was saving her money for one in Drachma. For when she visited Amestris was different. So she led him, to the house, giving him a tour and letting him use the bathroom, before settling down on the couch and grabbing a magazine. Legs crossed as she read, waiting for something of interest to happen.

[Kit Estenial]

This was no hotel, was the first thing to come to mind. Kit eyed the strange contemporary home with astonishment. He hadn't set foot in an actual house in God knows how long, and it was a nice change of pace. She led him around, showing him where all the basics were, his interest in three. The kitchen, which he'll be in need of later; the bathroom, where he'd be very soon, and...his own room. It was plain in appearance and commodities, but he had his own room. He slunk off his duffle bag on the bed from his left shoulder and rotated it. He'd been carrying so much for a long time, and it was a great relief. He didn't know how long he'd be here, but he'd make the most of it.

When Valeria left him, he closed and locked the door. Perhaps an unnecessary precaution, but one that he'd often practice. He started shedding off clothes, first his shirt and tie, then his pants. He never wore underwear, he saw them a luxury and they always made his tail feel weird. He examined his body in the vanity mirror on the wall as he unbuckled his kukri from his chest, taking a damage assessment from last night. Scratches everywhere; thighs, arms, and double the amount on his chest. He spotted many a love bite on his person as well. He was an absolute mess, but he guessed it couldn't be helped.

She was a fine piece of ass, wasn't she, Kit?

Oh ye God, it was back.

You have no manners...but I guess that can't be helped. Can't you just leave me alone for one day? Just one?!

Well...you DID get laid, so consider me gone. Just for today though, my little present for you

There was no use in trying to argue, they could do it for hours, weeks even. The voice was vulgar, rude, psychotic...but he was the only one around when he was alone, he had a lot owed to it. It was his ability to kill and his non ethical side, and most times, ethics were never something to have in battle. But now, he looked at himself in the bathroom mirror, waiting for the water to get warm, which it did and he flipped on the shower and stepped in, washing himself head to toe, as vigorously as possible, taking special attention to his face and hair.

Soon he stepped out, a towel draped over his head, drying his hair, wearing nothing but his pants and collar. He goes and rests against a wall, letting his hair breath as he rests the towel on his shoulders.

[Guest]

"BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!!" The cashier drowned on, and on, and on as Adryion waited for the blond haired snack to finish scanning the few items he had brought up. He gave her not the slightest attention, and seemed lost in his own little world yet she kept on prattling on!! His eye twitched and he looked at her and she DARED to smile at him!! Him who had gone out of his way to be unforgivably rude!! Adryion cursed him self, and his ruggedly good looks!! He cursed the day he was born! He cursed his family, her family EVERYONES family!! "Paper? Or plastic sir?" BLINK!! TWITCH!! He wanted to kill this little tart. Instead of that he decided to go the more civilized route. "Ill take paper please, i got to do my part for the environment!!" Now if she could stuff her self in the bag as well...Now that would have been a tasty treat.

Ahh well he couldn't indulge just then BUT at a later date he could and for that he burned this blond bombshells name into his mind....Neva....WINTER?! Ahh well winter and summer NEVER got along so this must have been DESTINY!! He gave her a rather hungry smile(The summer familys im gonna kill ya face), winked and then went on to say as he took his grocery's into his arms." Ohh you've been a treat Neva! I hope to see you again soon.." As creepy as that was the girl practically swooned(Fainted) from sheer delight(Fright).

Now with grocery's in hand he made his way from the store grinning at each and every passer by, oddly none of them returned the gesture! How rude!! He sighed and moved on his eyes moving back and forth taking in his surroundings like a predator on the hunt. He was hoping some one would fallow him, or try to pickpocket him...Sadly that just wasn't the case!! So he had to make due with grinning at all the passers by!

It was a short walk from the place he had rented with val and the store and as he walked he hummed and though of all the great things he would be able to do while he was back here!! He could drink to his hearts content, frolic in the streets with the children, he could dance the nights away and show his love a night on the town! There was so much he COULD do!! What was better, they had plenty of time to actually do many of the things they had set out to do!! Nothing was better then having the time to do all the thing you wanted while on a trip!!

He turned the corner and took a deep breath to better take in the air and smiled, he could smell her and even as he made his way closer to home he knew she was there, her scent was strong...But so was another, and it mixed with hers in such a way that he knew it(What ever it was) Was with her. At first he thought it was a cat and his heart fluttered, had Val gotten him a new friend? But as soon as that thought entered his mind it was dashed away by the scent of man that was just as much a part of it as the cat. Their where other, odder scents that helped make this one unique, it seemed his house guest was like Dr.Pepper with 23 different flavors mixed into one drink.

He calmly made his way to the door of his home and walked in by swiftly turning the handle and booting the door open before he could loose his grip on the bags in his arms."Val, im home!" He called out not expecting a reply as he heard the shower running and he made his way the kitchen to set down his bounty of food and other items. before striping off his shirt(Damn thing was uncomfortable) and rolling his shoulders to get a kinks out.

He heard the shower turn off suddenly and popped open a bottle of beer to wait for his love to exit the shower...So she could explain this odd scent that hung fresh all over the house!! It was driving his nose and tongue crazy!!!

He heard the door in the hall way open and he moved to catch her as she went to the bed room but as soon as he turned the corner he froze for a second or two as he took in a nearly nude male with both cat ears and a tail....Covered in......Covered in......Bites and scratches and...AND HE KNEW WHO HAD MADE THEM!! Even after washing her scent still clung to him and no amount of soap could hide it.

RAGE!!! CRASH!!

His still full bottle fell from his fingers.

Their eyes met, and Adrys sky blue eyes turned to the color of freshly spilled blood. His skin began to change, he began to change but he fought it and retained his humanoid shape...Mostly. The scares that covered his body had turned a deep, dark red and his teeth seemed sharper then they had been but seconds before. He looked like a demon then, but the look on his face would have sent any demon running for the hills.

With hands faster then the human eye could fallow he reached behind him and pulled his sweet sweet hydra from the holster he wore on his back and pointed it directly at the intruders center mass, his finger ready to tap the hair pin sensitive trigger.

It took great restraint not to cap this fuckers right then and their, but Adry somehow managed it. But he was just a breath away from ending this poor saps life right there...He just needed an excuse.

"What.The.Hell.Is.This." His voice was a low loud rumble in his chest, and it reverberated around him in the hallway. It was a sound that seemed almost primal in its intensity. Today had started off so sweet...But it might have to end in murder....And that made Adryion smile, and it was a smile that sent a shiver down the backs of much harder men then the fur ball that stood in front of him.

[Emmelin]

Hrm.. it seemed Val had dozed off. Violet eyes welcomed the world as she opened the eyes of hers unto the building. The silent hiss of the water had stopped but instead she could hear something else. What was that barking? Sighing in annoyance, she'd push herself up to a sitting position. The whole mass of her long tresses falling against her skin. What was such a ruckus doing in her abode, especially when she was trying to rest. Once every few days she did so and yet she could smell him.

Her initial reaction was shock, the second was irritance. Had he walked right past her? How rude, to think his nose was in business it shouldn't be. Her puppy needed some manners taught. Her lips pursed tight and a scowl of obvious distaste remained plastered upon her face. Slowly she dragged her feet to the source of the noise. He towered her in height, but that was no concern. Her voice rang out like a bell, "You bloody my carpet and I will make you pay~" Her voice cooed elegantly. "And you know my payment isn't in money!" It seemed her voice chimed if a bit OVERLY chipper. A sweet and passive expression covered the sourness inside.

Should Adry persist, she would indeed eat his other kidney. it would be a fight for sure, but today she had no patience for his anger. Maybe it was well placed, maybe not, but she knew well that he was raging. Red eyes as thick as his blood showed his emotions thoroughly as a half-naked cat man stood on the other end of a gun. Adry hissed something under his breath that either Val didn't hear or chose NOT to hear. Her eyes flicking between both. "I see you found my puppy." Her voice chimed in her native tongue. Likely to annoy Adryion further. With eyes upturned in a normal and sweet grin, she turned to face him.

"Now tell me, why you want to kill my kitty cat?" Her voice simply poured impatience with eyes that spoke daggers. She gave no permission on this. A look that said 'fuck up my house and you'll pay dearly'. Her body kept a distance, A slight panic on her. She knew what she did, she could feel the guilt sink in. Maybe, just maybe she could pass this out as the rest and yet,, it was different. Her heart hurt.. what was this? Why did her mouth feel so foul as she weaved her normal web of lies. For once the black widow was at a loss. A hole in her home and yet she couldn't find the strength to fix it. He will.. hate you... Her mind stated as she gave Kit an equal glance. The feline had done nothing as of yet, but her eyes bore a tale of 'one step out of line and I end you.'

Guilt... it sank in more. What made this so.. different? What was it? Her hand clenched and with a faux glare at both she continued. "Honestly, was this so important as to wake me up?" Regret.. What was wrong with her. This was why she'd avoided thinking. This was a a matter of impulse and instinct and yet... it felt so wrong. A chaos that.. Val didn't like at all. Outwardly the pain was hidden away just like everything else. Valeria Diablos was always an enigma.

[Kit Estenial]

It was the look in her eyes that got to him. A look that told him if he stayed, he'd try and make his life a living hell. And that's what got to Kit. Kit's life had been a living hell to begin with, this guy wasn't anything he hadn't seen before. Anger set in and creased his face. His pupils, as thin as they were, almost became pencil thin, his hands were up like he had been arrested, and his nails extended to claws. Toxins leaked into his saliva, but he stayed composed. He was not the voice, he would not stoop to this man's level. His tail was limp and his ears were rested and down, from the shower and his anger. He bowed to the man to his own disdain, but would not let petty anger come in the way of manners. His mother raised him better.

"Kit Vesper Estenial. I'm the cat." He said with anger and fire, his fangs flashing from the reflection of sunlight off the large handgun.

Then his face went downcast. What this woman had said...it disturbed him. It was a different tongue entirely, but he understood every syllable. He was a game. A plaything. A non expensive plaything. And apparently he was the a replacement. He put his hands down and went to the bathroom to grab his shirt. But first he grabbed his kukri. The voice screamed for him to slice them up like cattle, but he fought it back. He strapped them on his chest and hastily put on the white garment. To him, he couldn't put it on fast enough. He went to the bed and snatched up his hefty, bulky duffle bag and slung it over his shoulder, like it was an empty backpack. He glanced at the man, then the woman. He was a god damn fool...to think what he did, that he could have just one hint of a normal life. But there was money to be made. Money he knew was the root of all evil, but he couldn't get far without it. He'd continue his job at Cafe Saffron as a performer, but this house was better than the staying in the streets again for another few weeks.

He glared at Valeria, standing there with his feet planted firm. She played him for a fool. He'd seen it too many times in his travels, but he never though he would get mixed into it. He was stumbling in darkness now, in an experience he had no prior knowledge to deal with. But there was a fleck of light, and it came from the house's front door. But he couldn't go to it. He needed what support that this darkness could provide, what little there was. She had spoken in Cretan, so he spoke in the same tongue.

"I'm not a game. I refused to be played. I'll cook and do what I'm ask or told, just for a place to stay and the amenities that come with it. But I will not be played."

And with that, the bag he'd taken up in preparation to leave was back on the end of the bed, and he slung himself onto the space next to it. He bend his hands and rested his elbows on his legs, running both his hands through his snow white locks. The voice was probably responsible for some of what had just accured; just because it wasn't talking doens't mean he'd try and take over whenever it could. How'd he get himself into this, he wondered. He looked back at Valeria with great disdain and anger. She held a part of him, that he could not ignore. She also held the leash of the thing pointing the gun at his head.

"I don't do well at my jobs when I have the threat of bullets to my skull. So if you could please get him to lower the gun, that'd be excellent."

[Guest]

WHAT THE HELL WAS WITH ALL THE YADDA TODAY?!?!?! He was so stunned when the kitty moved to get his weapons, and when val stepped between them that he forgot to kill the fuck tard that currently was throwing a fit over something he could really care less about. Now he knew it was important to listen to words, because well words where words and it could tell you alot about a persons intentions, because well words. As Adryion stood there his eyes and gun tracking the poor little kitty cat and then returning back to val. His skin slowly started to loose its reddish tint, yet his eyes remained the same pupil less bloody red. His eyes alone would have sent men screaming for their mothers, but the chilly smile that seemed to have frozen on his lips. Why was he hurting? Why did it matter what went on here? How and why was he assuming something had gone wrong?

He didn't want it, couldn't stand it this pain...This pain didn't bring any pleasure with it...Was this what it felt like to hurt? To bleed and never heal? Ohh no he didn't like this, he didn't like this one bit. With out thinking, he let out a strangled cry.....A cry for what he didn't know, he couldn't under stand.... Everything...Everything WAS JUST SO CONFUSING!!

His gun arm swung to aim at the woman who might have caused this pain, and he shot. Six resounding cracks of thunder filled the room as he emptied his gun into the wall being the woman and as the flash filled the dark hall ways a sadistic, gleeful laugh filled that hall and dust seemed to fill up the narrow space.

With out waiting for it to settle the Hydra moved swifter then his large bulk would have had you guess and was soon out of the hall way and the house in general, back among the mortals that lived out their pitiful lives. He could already hear the sirens of the police vehicles...It seemed val and the cat would have some explaining to and sooner rather then later. It made him laugh....People stared but he honestly didn't care.

EXIT PISSES AS ALL HELL

[Emmelin]

"I'm not a game. I refused to be played. I'll cook and do what I'm ask or told, just for a place to stay and the amenities that come with it. But I will not be played." What..?

Val was lost. What happened to miff her pets? The one glared at her and shouted how he wasn't owned and the other. His reaction took her a bit by surprise. When had Adry gave two shits on why or how the cat got there. The gun was pointed and silent rage was seering behind her eyes. What right- did her have- to be mad at her? His hand swung and instead he fired AT her. The NERVE! She was frozen a moment. Taken by complete surprise. She simply shook. Those eyes, the fury, she mirrored it back at him.

Pain sliced at her hear like a knife. Slowly it carved that thing people called a heart out. What was this utter BULLSHIT? Her body was disobeying her, rippling with pain in a way she just couldn't.... stand. Her breathing shuddered and she glowered at him while he stormed off. He wanted to be that way? Whatever Kit had said, she wasn't paying attention anymore. In fact, she pushed right by him as if she didn't exist single tears slipping from her face. THE PAIN. Why did she even care? Everyone betrayed her and they always would. It was the reason she hated the way she did.. or at least.. that's what she thought.

She felt oddly light headed and stumbled, balancing herself on the wall for a second. "Do whatever you want, I don't care." She stated, as she staggered to her room and slammed the door behind.

[EXIT]

[Kit Estenial]

God, you're a fucking screw up...

For once, the voice was right. Kit, by what the reactions from the other two were, had overreacted, and done more harm than good...again. This woman seemed to have no good in her, but she did last night, she seemed completely different. And why did he freak out when he met Adryion, he wondered. Perhaps he felt like he had been deceived some how, or maybe he was jealo-no, he shook that idea off immediatly. Kit did not get jealous. He's been angry, sad, and murderous at times, but jealousy was not in his repatiore. She fell back on what was now his bed, deep in thought.

How would he go about this strange relationship? Well, he didn't want to upset her even further, and wanted to stay for a while longer, as strange as that seemed. The large man who had fired shots into the nearby wall, he would not trifle with, or bother with. He rocked himself back onto his feet as he opened the door and strides down the stairs, into the rather large kitchen. He turned the stove and oven to preheat and started slicing some carrots for some warming soup. Soup made everything better. His small, unfeeling smile was replaced with a grin as he got into his cooking. He craned his neck into the living room beyond, yelling out,

"Dinner will be ready shortly"

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