Subtle Intrusion

[Emmelin]

Delightful sounds filled her ears. Oh the sweet taste of blood on her lips and yet, she couldn't recall one second of what had happened. A pleasant rush ran down her spine. It felt so good. The way that the world converted into her hands. There was no avoiding the fact she was a monster, but there was no Devil to worship. By then, her devil would have brought her out of the comatose state she had been in. Instead, she was practically split in two. One side of her wanted so bad for that freedom that was dangled in front of her and the other was the collar and leash of society and what was set as the norm. That freedom to wreck her havoc upon the unsuspecting and mostly innocent people always grew as a ball of passion in her chest. Each breath built it more. She couldn't control it, the way her needs just snow-balled into something more. The curse of being a murderer sizzled into her veins stronger than a brand and thicker than the sinful blood charging in her blood. Adrenaline was a fine substitute for the sickness that had once cornered her. Her addiction was like that of a crack-addict and the time had come that she had to come clean. However, it would never fully leave her system and that was something she had to just accept.

Her breath slowed and the brief high was gone. She needed to stop now and flee the scene. Her fingers became licked clean in an instant. Delicious as always. Perhaps she was sick and twisted. In a way she always knew she was. However, she wasn't able to change that part of herself, at least, not yet. Her eyes gleamed as she could feel that beast that gnawed at her internally. that lust she always felt for more blood, as if her own appetite for death would never be quenched. She felt almost guilty to feel so good in being so bad, however, she wasn't fighting it. Her inner longings were not something she could push back and away. It was something of nature, she could not fight what was on her inside.

Something hit her, a familiar sensation filled her fingertips. Paranoia. It struck her often. Her body twisted and turned to peer rather sadistically into the dark. "My little sheep, it's been a while, hasn't it?" She purred in the most amused of tones. She of course, was not relaxed in the slightest. No one was trustworthy.

[Kit Estenial]

Ah...Drachma at night had a certain air about it. The air of drunkards, mostly, mingling with the familiar scent of wine and vodka. The cold nipped at his small nose as frost fell from the sky and soaked into his hair, barely noticeable thanks to his threads of powder white fur. His ears, sensitive as they were, flicked with each snowflake that fell on them and could here down the alleyways surrounding the building he now stood atop of. If there was something Kit always enjoyed, it was staring out over a city. It felt like so much power was under him and since his encounter with Aurelius, he had such power. He had no clue what power was under him, what it would manifest as, but he knew that the Stone had given him an unsettling hunger. For what, he was not sure as of yet, but it was physical. He was staring out into the lights of the city, thoughtless, before the peace was broken by a scream. All too unsettling to most, but to Kit it sounded like music. It was close.

He looked downwards, though even with his ability to see better than most in the dark, he couldn't spot who had screamed. It was a male, definitely. He was most likely against the wall, underneath the iron barred fire escape that was strewn down the side of the red bricked wall. Kit should've dressed more appropriately than he had this day, clad in a kimono of all things. It was bright crimson covered in the linework of golden dragons and lotus flowers. His hair was tied into a ponytail that hung over his left shoulder. His feet were clad in straw sandals which patted across the rooftop as he made his way to the fire escape and made his dissent.

But all that was left when arrived on ground was a slumped over corpse and a familiar scent. Kit knew it and damn, did he know it well. The perpetrator may have been gone, but his nose could pick it up. He walked with a quickened pace down the alleyways. This person wasn't going to go into the streets, by the scent trail it left, which was good. It wouldn't get hard to follow among others. Then he saw the silhouette. His body, as if on cue, hit the side of a building for concealment, but it was too late. The person crooned and in the most familiar tone, "My little sheep, it's been a while, hasn't it? Kit grinned at this as he walked out into a sliver of light that came down the dark corridor, his red serpent eyes gleaming as his fangs flashed in a grin.

"Why yes it has, Valeria, and you still leave behind quite the mess," Kit made his way closer, unraveling his ponytail and letting his hair fall to his back, his little collar jingling with every step. He chuckled almost, he never thought he'd be seeing his old Mistress in Drachma again, or anywhere for that matter. In earnest, it was a pleasant surprise. He had stopped merely inches from her and would try and run a finger up her throat with a chuckle. "So what brings Mistress to her pet's hunting ground, hmm?" Kit's mind had one thought at this time.

Oh, this is going to be fun~

[Emmelin]

Closer, he moved. The sheep of pure white.. fur that was rank of blood rushed to her nose. She could hardly believe it and in a way it thrilled her. He was corrupt, how cute. However, one could never be as corrupt as herself.. or so she thought, anyways. Her eyes narrowed as he led a finger up her throat and shivers ran down her spine. A frown. She disliked being touched without permission and he should have known that well. "So what brings Mistress to her pet's hunting ground, hmm?" Her brow arched and her lips slipped that infamous smirk she always managed. So many ways to answer the question, so many ways to simply fuck with this man, but now wasn't the time. In her native language to boot, as well. Most interesting.

"I believe my being here is none of your concern," she cooed with a voice like honey. "Though you hardly seem to be a sheep anymore. A nice disguise for a wolf, no?" His hair had grown out and there was something unsettling about the chimera. He was far from a canine, but the technicalities were not her aim. She was instead using figurative sense. Her hand ached, missing the scythe that had once it there. It was too bulky for everyday use and harder to hide without looking suspicious. Instead, she had to use a simple dagger she'd taken in the war. Basic, but effective. Her violet eyes met crimson and the darkness she could see was both amusing and curious. It had only been a few months, maybe six, but it seemed the man was already a mess. Her own fingers moved elegantly, with her charm overflowing into such a simple touch. Over his skin, they went, up to his cheek and then rested upon his left ear. Lightly, she stroked it, as a master does their pet, while she contemplated.

"However if you MUST know, I have taken up residence within Drachma for some time now." Her teeth flashed as she grinned at him. "I was simply stretching my legs, when this obscene man tried grabbing my rear.. could you blame me for having to stop him?" She bat her eyelashes. Yes, Valeria was great at feigning innocence. There was a constant sense of cute, pretty and sexy all in one, and depending on her each move. For now, she was simply toying with him, but that was natural. The finger that had rubbed his ear moved down to his neck with a light caress of the back of her hand.

[Csilla Angelis]

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