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Offspring; - Nayl - 09-12-2017 RE: Offspring; - Offspring - 09-12-2017 You're looking at an absolute zero;
He is aware of her presence long before she is aware of his own –I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero. He is quiet, observant, studying the distant shoreline with sharpened sight, even from many miles away. Looming near to the rumbling volcano in the very heart of the island, he had seen a flicker of movement to the southern shore – the dark and raucous sea is ravenous, lapping hungrily with each sweeping motion of the tide, and with it she is brought to the stifling humidity and tropical domicile that had become his own. Long before her voice has emerged into the thickened air, seeking him, his hefty and heavily muscled legs carry him through the shallow mire and across the golden vegetation, ensnaring around his legs before incinerating to the moist and fertile soil below from the lightest brush across his coal tinted skin. The fire is burning brightly, flickering along the surface of his body – he does not suppress it here; he is within his domain and he felt no need to draw the flame inside of his body. He had learned to control it, to wield it, and do so, he would. The ember is low, barely rising off the scarred flesh, though it is wrapped around the girth of his behemoth form, inevitably towering over her own as he is finally upon her, with his scarlet, altogether disdainful gaze settled upon her own of steel. She had been scathing and filled with white-hot anger upon their last meeting, and there is a touch of hesitance lingering within his steady gaze. Time had passed, as unyielding and as ruthless as it had ever been, bringing with it a change of season, among other things (the thought of Taiga and its untimely fall does come to mind; there are worse things than a burnt landscape and a wound or two). Alas, he had eventually come to understand her position – frustration, ire, and fiercely defensive. He, too, would be furious, should Tephra be harmed – should a resident be injured by the fault of another and their recklessness. His son had been out of line; he was careless and acted with poor judgment but a monster? Hardly. He would offer no apology - despite conceding that her anger was justified, her treatment of him and her sharp jab toward his parenting was not. He could only imagine what had brought her, and when the thinly veiled words emerge from her soft, parted lips, he can hardly stifle the amusement from gleaming within his crimson stare. ”Let me get this straight. You’ve come all of this way, to ask my intention with Tantalize?” he muses aloud, his voice rough from disuse but rich and honeyed, with laughter breaking through each word. ”You have wasted your time; my love life is hardly any of your business. I respected your border, and did not cross it - and that boy is my son. Unless you have come seeking a diplomatic meeting, or to apologize, you can take your leave.” OFFSPRING another zealot with the weight of the fucking world. @[Nayl] RE: Offspring; - Nayl - 09-13-2017 RE: Offspring; - Offspring - 09-16-2017 You're looking at an absolute zero;
”You know nothing of me,” he muses softly, his voice rife with amusement. ”and yet you are foolish enough to think that you do.”I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero. He had been scorned by love, and spurned by lust, but he had lived far longer than most – he had loved, he had lost, and the heat of his mouth had found more than a willing neck to lavish a fervent kiss upon or wither to firmly grip between his teeth. Beneath the stoicism and feigned indifference of his iron composure, there is a heart, beating low and steady – it craved and yearned for what nearly all inevitably do. He is not immune, nor is she. Her gaze is heavy upon the flickering flame that touches his skin, subtle and faint, crackling from the white-hot heat as it simmers across the surface of his puckered scarring. She may be thinking of another, of fire and ice mingling (he knew ice intimately; it had once had the same hold on him that the fire now had), but he cannot know what is on her mind and her blatant gawking seems to him to be something else altogether. He cannot discern the purpose of her unabashed stare, but it has lingered too long and he can hardly suppress the wry smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Her wit is sharp, and it lures laughter from the burning hearth of his chest as her candor becomes bitter and acrid, laced with cyanide and arsenic. ”I was not aware that you were her mother,” he says carefully, the glowering ember of his burning eyes boring into the gilded outline of her own, mischief meeting with resolution. ”or perhaps it is not that you are concerned at all for her well-being, or her judgment. That is an excuse.“ His breath is warm across her cheek; he does not touch – but he is close enough to her that the heat of his fire is hot across her skin, reminding him of the roiling and endless sea that lay behind her. The impish gleam does return, and with it, a low chuckle, reverberating from the tightness of his chest. ”Perhaps, rather, you have come for a different reason. There is more than enough of me to go around, Nayl,” and the sardonic smile has returned, tugging at the corner of his whiskered mouth, as laughter soon echoes within the thick, humid air, stirred only by the ocean breeze sweeping inland. ”alas, you are sorely mistaken. I came only to see her, and it did not have anything to do with Hyaline, or territory politics – but since you are here ..” The humor is gone, and the fire has returned, alight across the broad spread of his chest, thick with muscle – shifting, twisting, as his weight is moved from one set of legs to the other. He had been there since the beginning – the volcanic island was a part of him, as fervent and as hot as the fire inside of him, and though there had been a change in leadership, the underbelly of it had been unwavering. Unchanged. It had thrived, with a strong and formidable military and peacekeeping branch, while the newly developed guard is built and carved from the ground up. Tephra had been tumultuous, but it had been withstanding, and had the numbers to show for it. Nerine could not say the same. ”You should be made aware that an alliance has been struck between myself and Amet. Your hold is slipping, Nayl,” he muses thoughtfully, studying the hardened features of her face. ”and your empty empire is crumbling. Tephra will stand alongside Hyaline, through whatever storm. It is the least that I can offer in the wake of what has happened,” he pauses, quiet for a moment. ”and he is wise beyond his years.” And then, the fire is a blistering inferno, burning hotly within the intensity of his stare. ”Your mistrust and arrogance will be your downfall.” OFFSPRING another zealot with the weight of the fucking world. @[Nayl] RE: Offspring; - Nayl - 09-29-2017 RE: Offspring; - Offspring - 11-02-2017 You're afraid, like I make my deals with the devil. He is tired.You've been at it for years, but couldn't reach the next level. Weary, worn, and tired. His patience has grown thin – vile, scathing words fall from her parted lips, but he can hardly discern it from the hateful way her eyes bore into his own, vehemence simmering within the core of her iris and the very same emerges to the surface of his skin. A flicker of fire tracing the coiled muscle and rigid bone of his physique; outlining the burning ember in his stare. Her words are empty, meaningless - a ploy to coax the fire from within, to rouse him, to stir the anger that has festered so deeply and for so long within the tightening hearth of his chest. He had already grown tired of her long before she had come. ”I have ruled over many more than you, for much longer than you.” He utters, his voice rough, deepened with the agitation roiling like the hungry and ravenous sea, and he can very nearly feel the rumbling of the volcano quiver and shake the foundation of his core, rattling him and urging him to the very same frothing, magma-laced explosion he knew he was capable of being. Her words cut, delving in between proverbial material of his being, of his existence, reaching for his thrumming, raggedly beating heart – seeking to cut out a piece of her own keeping; for her own satisfaction. She cannot take what he no longer has. ”You rule nothing, and no one – Nerine is nothing of what was promised when the world changed – the sisterhood is gone, and with it, so is your power.” He growls, stepping closer to her, the warmth of his breath brushing across her cheek. He does not say that his own power is slipping - it is not, for what power has he had but the trust and fellowship of the Tephrans? But the drive to be all that he once was is fading with each passing day. He rules nothing, and no one – he is a protector, a quiet presence (is he?) – a presence that is waning just as hers is, like the setting sun over the distant horizon, caressing he and Nayl in a splendor of scarlet and bronze, glittering in the dangerous fire of their burning gaze. Weary, worn, and tired - the flame reaches for her cheek, scalding and hot, while the fire crawls the length of his muscled legs, reaching for the dry and brittle vegetation surrounding them, encircling her and rising – hotter and hotter; a blazing inferno ensnaring her closer to him, where she cannot escape the heat of his flesh and the fire in his eye. ”Speak of my son again, and I will destroy you,” he mutters as the fire traverses the marred surface of his skin, entangling itself into the tangled, matted mess of his mane, framing his scathing glare in a fiery, blistering blaze. ”I will destroy you, and all that you hold close to you – that is where you and I are the same, Queen Nayl of Nerine,” he breathes, his burning lips close to the crest of her ear, where the Queen imprisoned with fire will hear truth. ”I will let nothing stand in my way.” OFFSPRING keep wishing you were me and i'll keep making you have to. @[Nayl] - HAVE AT IT! Anything but death, obviously - beat him up; let's do this. >:) |