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these days we've yet to meet; maugrim - violence - 06-03-2018 violence I’d stay the hand of god, but war is on your lips holler if you want me to change anything!!! RE: these days we've yet to meet; maugrim - Maugrim - 06-06-2018 god make me pay like the devil i am She seeks him out, like a moth to a flickering flame. His dark eyes flicker to her with an expressionless gaze (though not to be mistaken with a bored look, or lack of amusement), a sharp snort leaving the lavender-pearl of his nostrils at the sight of the unfamiliar woman. He’s immediately interested, though it is not because she is female that he is curious. There is something about her - the confidence she exudes, perhaps, or the solidity in her voice - that makes him step forward to meet her, shadow spilling over each curve of his muscled body. She speaks to him as if she knows him, and he does not stop her. Maugrim watches her carefully, wondering where exactly this conversation was leading. Maugrim’s head turns slowly to the movement in the undergrowth, a whuff of breath leaving his mouth as the skeleton trapezes across the darkness that breeds beneath the forest’s canopy. He is genuinely surprised, stretching his neck out towards the creature. His head tilts with a calculating click as his gaze shifts to the obsidian woman, curving his neck in pensivity. He can feel her tickling at his mind, which is met with a sharp toss of his head and a loud snort, lips rippling unpleasantly. But his eyes then rove back to the demon made of bones and the pale of his tongue dampens his lips. He is already quite powerful - with his water welding and ability to melt into it - but the stallion continues to crave it; strength, control, ferocity. There is a rumble of contemplation that vibrates in his chest as his dark eyes slowly turn back to the magic woman. “You have yourself a deal.” m a u g r i m. @[Violence] It's perfect! RE: these days we've yet to meet; maugrim - violence - 06-17-2018 violence I’d stay the hand of god, but war is on your lips @[Nexu] @[Maugrim] once again holler if anything overstepping or needs changing !! im wine drunk happy sunday RE: these days we've yet to meet; maugrim - Nexu - 06-22-2018
“Nexu, come see what I’ve become.” It’s his voice but the expression behind it is not him. He doesn’t dare speak her name paired with that slippery language she still struggles to understand, for the very simple reason that she can’t understand it. Their communication is a twisted conversation of body language (sweet touches, rubbing embraces, snarling teeth) and wordless noise (sighing, twittering, nickering) and never the low voice she hears now. Oh no. She can remember the pressure of Sister’s fingers against her mind, cradling her first gently and then tossing her into the jail cell in the corner. It’s a flashback and not a good one, pricking at the back of her memories like a sharp dagger. A snarl rips from her throat already. Sister is predictable — just as Nexu is predictable in arriving — and determined — just as Nexu is determined in arriving — and the xenomorph will do her damn best to release Partner from her angry hold. She slides from the shadows, inky and lined with lithe muscle. She’d been sleeping nestled in their lake-side cavern, enjoying the quiet of the afternoon and the sound of the waves lapping the shoreline, but all the drowsiness has fled her body. When her eyes land on Partner, there’s a different light in his dark eyes. Sister. A rumble clicks in the low of her throat, threatening and bold. She knows of Partner’s magic (the ways he can twist water with his bare fingers) but that doesn’t stop her from flicking her knife-tail behind her heels. @[violence] / @[Maugrim] RE: these days we've yet to meet; maugrim - Maugrim - 06-22-2018 it was a blood-soaked feast that never ceased At first, he feels her in his subconscious. She would be met with resistance - the innards of his existence now unfolded and laid out for another to see did not strike the man as an easy thing to allow. Even as he agrees to her terms, meek and calm to allow her full control, naturally he reacts to expel her - as any mortal would do. She reaches out for the furthest parts of his mind (what would she find there?), and though he resists and the pulling of her fingers are unnatural and obtrusive, she would be much too powerful for him to be able to overcome. Perhaps outside of his mind he would have made a cunning foe, but as she wraps herself into his brainstem and spinal cord he is sure she knows she has the upper hand. The bone creation falls to the floor of the forest, lifeless and without a mind to control each of its movements. She calls the water to him despite his thoughts not directing them. His body is not his own; he is merely a spectator, and where he would have snorted angrily and pawed heavily at the damp undergrowth at the idea of someone else controlling the water, his body remains still. The water recognizes its master and without a mind of its own, it succumbs to whoever wields its leash. The dampness of the mist that surrounds him is somehow comforting however, despite feeling locked in a cage. He wonders when she exits (if she exits) if he will feel freer than he had ever been and what poor victim will be in the wrong place at the wrong time. But there is no time to think about that now. No time to think at all, actually, because someone else’s thoughts are there and it startles the stallion. A woman, the stranger’s voice purrs, and though he has no control over her idea to find Nexu, he does not find himself with fright riddling his consciousness as she begins to move in his body. Nexu would not fall for such a thinly veiled trick; the armored woman (his armored woman) would easily tear him apart before the stranger could use his powers to hurt her. It is evident that this powerful stranger merely had entered him for a silly, girlish game (there is no promise of power, nothing of the sort) and somehow, does not stir. His consciousness festers, rabid and violent against her control, but there is no panic in his attempts. Maugrim hears the familiar click of her voice, though it is not in the same tone that normally comes when she greets him. She is menacing in the shadows of the forest, eyes glinting with rage. If he could have smiled, he would have. The two somehow know each other and Nexu is able to recognize the stranger easily that now keeps him prisoner in his own mind. He wonders idly who will die first at this stranger’s hand - himself or Nexu? m a u g r i m. @[violence] @[Nexu] i am okay with anything physically happening to maugrim if it comes to it, besides death! <3 RE: these days we've yet to meet; maugrim - violence - 06-29-2018 violence I’d stay the hand of god, but war is on your lips @[Maugrim] @[Nexu] RE: these days we've yet to meet; maugrim - Nexu - 07-22-2018
She is a complex creature. She is crafted of intellect and savagery with scattered moments of complicated thought and wild instinctual abandon. Her thoughts can turn on a dime. They do so now, in the moments between Sister’s threats and Sister’s attack (both in Partner’s body, a fact that makes her stomach snarl in disgust). For a few generous seconds, she is thinking through the best tactic to force Sister out of that emerald and pearl body. Perhaps she will run for Sister’s body (slack-jawed and hazy-eyed somewhere in the woods) or perhaps she will turn away from him until Sister gets bored and leaves naturally. “Hmm, you are my Partner.” She hears it in that rosy-sweet tune in the back of Partner’s throat. Her heart skips a beat in spite of her calculating thoughts, although she is still startlingly aware of the situation. The attack snaps her into action — into another side of her Partner has never seen before — and a harsh, careening whistle flies from her throat like the first bullet in a war. Hellbent, dangerous, blood-seeking. Fight. Blood. Win. It no longer matters who she is attacking, only that she is. Her daggered teeth are obvious now, inky outer-mouth ripping open to expose the danger that lies beneath. She moves into her attacker, the height of her species pushing her armored chest toward His neck, and snaps her teeth down toward the tender tissue of His left ear. She aims to shred it, potentially as a warning to drive Him off. Although her instincts and ferality have taken control, her humanity rides in the backseat and shouts aloud to: Save him. Another snarl rolls out of her salivating mouth and her dark eyes have narrowed with anger and bloodthirst. Her knife-tail, thrashing at her heels only moments before, swings around the side of her body to aim for His legs. At the same time, her head is moving toward His left shoulder, intending to push a deep wound into the supple, strong muscle with her teeth. She is no longer Nexu. She is a savage wild animal, true to her roots, hellbent on destroying this Attacker. @[violence] / @[Maugrim] / hope this is okay!! let me know if i should change anything <3 RE: these days we've yet to meet; maugrim - violence - 08-03-2018 violence I’d stay the hand of god, but war is on your lips |