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In his hometown, Erebus felt a bit of emotion flood in through his cheeks, though it was hidden behind white steel. He threw himself onto that old bench, the one he use to sit and smoke around. Man, it had been some two years now and still he wasn't able to see his baby sisters, his mother. But was he even ready for that ass, Morgrieve? Not likely. He knew it in his heart, he was still a weakling, and no matter how many times he pushed he would always be until he was able to rip doors from their hinges. He was not yet going to challenge that man. No... For now he was going to answer to Nastasya, she was essentially his boss. He knew this, she knew this. They got along, always had.
If she needed his attention, he brought it. No questions. So when she said to meet on park avenue, that is exactly where he went. Surely he stuck out, besides, the woman was full of intelligence. She was a stealth ops specialist. Picking out rats from behind their cheap masks was a talent; one in which the woman flaunted like the queen she was. The mighty Lycan knew she'd easily identify him, in fact, he stressed none at all, predicting that she'd probably been aware of his arrival since the moment he approached the gates. He simply awaited her to show her face, which-- judging by the sun going down, would be very soon.
"Welcome home-- Erebus Cassiel..."
The knight spoke, through the metal his voice sounded slightly more powerful, though this might have been his new voice due to the potion. He had no clue. Neither did he care...
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She was sitting on the balcony of her hotel, looking with a bored face at the sun that was setting. A few more seconds, although that was bullshit as she could go out now. She looked at Victoire, whom seemed to be ready to leave as well. She stood up and made sure that she skirt of her dress was above her knees instead of higher up. She sighed once more, life was sure as hell getting boring and as an immortal, it would take a while before she might die. Unless the true was told in the White Claudia adventures. Something she rather forget, or well the whole day would be a great deal.
She was wearing a tight black dress and it wasn't the best thing to wear with the idea she had in mind but she couldn't care less. She never managed to rip out of her clothing and especially not as she was now a vampire. Victoire walked right behind her as she left the hotelroom and went downstairs to the place where she had asked Erebus to come. She should tell him her real name, would fitted better than Lilja, who was starting to get her own life and it annoyed the crap out of Nastasya. Her feet made no sound as she turned into a vampire it didn't even matter that she was wearing black high heels. Something she shouldn't do once her job for Icarus and her master were in action. But that was tomorrow, not today yet. She had arrived in the early afternoon of today into Era and had first slept for a while because daylight wasn't her favourite part of the day.
Since Victoire was far behind her, she spotted Erebus first. He changed, no more cat ears, his scent was different as well. She wasn't sure what it was. She wasn't even sure if she could smell scents entirely or if it was some sort of perfume, "It's good you came." She was sure he could see through her change of her haircut and her red eyes that were always lilac until some point. She wasn't sure how to start but she needed to do this, right before everything was set into place. She was the first pion in the world of the chest board.
Erebus too could smell, it was the ultimate power of the wolf. So when the bombshell came into eyesight, he felt a sudden lust for her, as she approached him; his body left the chair by force of it's own will. He walked up to her, a sniff was the only noise she could get, if at all. Though, she was like a ghost in sound. Nothing echoed, nothing resonated. A feeling clawed at the back of his head, a sexual impulse stigmatized from her now more... Higher status among the food chain. He would normally not make moves towards her, as they were both in high respect of each other.
His eyes traced her figure, he liked the dress. But he couldn't? She was his friend, his guild member.
Yet here he was, against his usual behavior. He stopped moving now that they were eye to eye, leaving not even a centimeter in space between them. Bodies pressed together, the jolt would probably rock her a bit. Next, it was occurring. His fingers traced her hips-- smooth, dangerously. They moved over her womanly parts. While the other gripped her from behind now, he felt more aggressive than usual. It was a full moon tonight. He wanted a meal too. Lycans and vampires had this relationship, he hoped... He remained quiet-- testing her emotions. Though, really...
In his heart...
He knew she was about to get very mad at where his fingers were lacing themselves. He wandered if she felt them right here and now, if she grew wet by the touch. It was then that his attention relapsed. "So good to see you." Under his mask, the evil, powerful, knight smirked. He was very mixed about doing this to her, but his feelings were covered up by primal dog instinct. He was not phased by morals, in fact, he was controlled by her stunning appearance. Almost like a beast craving a dinner it starved for, he thirsted for the taste. For the energy.
Victoire was likely not liking this, he wouldn't himself. But the fox was ignored. No time like the present to cause some chaos, thought the wolf. What was he doing? He hadn't a clue.
She had only greeted him but before she know it, which was weird she thought she was fast, he stood so close to her that there was no space between them. She could only look at him, was he always this tall? It felt like everything was going on slow motion for her and he was way too fast. Which she definitely didn't like and especially not what he was.. doing.. trying. What was going on? They were friend right, if she got the whole concept of friends. She thought she did for this case.
She ignored it for as far as she could, she moved her hands to his mask and removed it, tiptoeing to kiss him. Fine her whole plan with Kenny was wrong, the whole Lilja aspect went wrong but this time, she was actually laughing into that kiss. Why would she care, it was not like as if it meant something, right? She would only roll her eyes at her own thoughts, she could use this because that whole disaster in Oak had made her pissed off like hell. Even Hel would be afraid of her. But she wasn't doing this for simple kissing, guys needed to know when somethings weren't even an option. She held his mask in one hand but made a fist of the other and hit him on the jaw, "Too fast you idiot." she said with a cold tone in her voice, "I came to ask to practice. Not to practice kissing. I'm quite alright with how I am with that." Stop talking, she thought to herself.
Victoire hadn't liked it at all and she darted away from behind Nasty her feet and opened her mouth to use her frost spell which Nasty used to push Erebus a little behind, might he be able to slip on the ice, "Not that I'm entirely complaining." she said with a grin.
Victoire's Spell:
Name: Frost Rank: D Mana Cost: 25 Requirements: Vulpix Magic Type: Supplementary Element: Frost Range: 5 Meters Cooldown: 1 Posts Duration: Instant Effect: Vulpix opens its mouth releasing a rush of cold air in front of it. The cold air creates a layer of ice over the ground, 2m wide, to cause a slipping hazard making anyone who walks on it potentially slip and fall.
His fingers tugged at the panty line, begging to play with her more when his mask was ripped off and succulent lips collided with his own. He felt it like an intoxication, letting their tongues dance for what seemed to be a few seconds. Enough to want him to play more. His hand gripping her rear, squeezed; but a fist slammed into his jawline, it wasn't enough to put hi in the ground but it was enough to leave a red drop at his lip. The Lycan smiled, "Taste's even better than I imagined, when did you get so..." Yet there again, he felt himself wanting to pin her to the floor and drive what he carried as young man through her, and I'm not talking about his weaponry on the suit. He wanted her raw. Eclipsing himself in the treat that her being ripened and provided, yes. The knight listened to her, when the fox from earlier pounced to the front in defense-- it hit his armor with a wave of chilly air. He grabbed his mask from the air before being struck, as his body was thrusted backward, he slid it back on. Behind him, Strategist stepped into mirror-like ice, sliding out awkwardly but regaining composure. He definitely hadn't expected the fox's backlash. Guess the moment sort've absorbed him, but could you blame the guy for letting his guard down?
"If you aren't complaining, then by all means. Let me arouse you some more... I guess it's those red pupils, they're to die for; don't even get me started on the rest of you."
Erebus was satisfied at her reaction, he craved it. He was curious as to why he hadn't tried sleeping with her sooner. His mind wanted to know if that were even on the table, because if it wasn't he wanted it to be. He remembered their last bout, and wanted her to show him what she could really do. He decided he'd stick it defensively for now. No weapon yet, no transformation. He wanted her to fire off. He was a avid pursuer after all, and hurting others was a fetish this one needed to explore. This vampire, this dark mage... She needed to get out all that frustration she was feeling. First like this, then maybe under the sheets. If he had his way that is.
"Very well Lilja, since you seem like you've matured into a woman. Hit me as hard as you can. No bars hold!"
It was a very good thing that she was an undead creature for she might have blushed. That was like a compliment and she definitely didn't know how to handle that. She didn't want to handle that. She looked away from Erebus, or well more not at his face than looking at his face.
She looked at him in anger when he continued flirthing, what was it. She definitely couldn't use that, mainly because of everything that had gone wrong. She clenched her fist, she was trembling and she had said she wanted to practice and she had come looking for him and there were no words to explain how angry she had been for the past few days and she couldn't help it, it wasn't his fault. It was just circumstances. That's when he called her Lilja which wasn't a good idea and it was good they were alone, "The real name is Nastasya." She said with her jaw clenched as she lifted one hand up, he wasn't that far away but she was sure he would manage as she directed it at his chest, which had been so close not long ago. The blood came out of her pores as she created and launched her Unbelieveable spell, making sure first that Victoire was behind her before the explosion happened. Since her spell must have at least hit something, if it wasn't Erebus it might have been the bench.
Victoire jumped not much later in front of her to see if the damage was done or not, however she didn't wait as the little fox immediately used her icy wind. It was good to know that the little fox wasn't really satisfied by the fact how people interacted with her owner. But she sure had to become a lot tougher if she wanted to do any damage to anyone, anytime soon. But Nastasya didn't offend her or talk her down, she was glad to see that at least someone cared about her feelings.
Vic spells:
125/200 Mana
Name: Icy Wind Rank: C Mana Cost: 50 Requirements: Vulpix Magic Type: Offensive Element: Frost Range: 5 Meters Cooldown: 2 Post Duration: Sustain Effect: Vulpix opens its mouth allowing a rush of cold air to erupt forth before turning into a gale of icy wind that spreads out in mid air 1m wide and 1m high. By continuously pouring magic into it's mouth Vulpix continues to release this gale of icy wind causing C rank damage per post.
Nast Spell:
Name: Unbelievable Rank: B-rank Mana Cost: 100 Requirements: Blood Magic Type: Offensive Element: Water Range: 15 Meters Cooldown: 3 Posts Duration: Instant Effect: The user creates a blood sphere of one by one meter that is crated by shifting the blood to the fingers and let it come out of her pores. It forms a sphere that she would throw to a specific point. When the sphere hits the target it will explode outwards in an area of 3 x 3 meters.
"Nastasya, huh? I like that one better." To be truthful he wasn't sucking up, he really did prefer it over Lilja. He wondered if she did too, and how long it had been an alias of the vampire. The knight's head tilted, he didn't move defensively; instead he simply hopped backwards out of the icy flooring, landing approximately four feet from it. His blue eyes reading the woman for what she was, a dangerous enemy. Though he knew this was for her betterment. A force of gale wind ripped around him as snowflakes like glass rained in and clanked with his armor. His arms had raised to protect his chest area, when a ball came in roughly beside his shoulder. It blew up throwing hi through the air to the left. He laid on the ground for a moment. His head reeling. "Hurt a bit, good. Come harder then! the Lycan howled, spinning his body like a dancer so that he was now upright and crouching. A fir amount of his endurance was chipped at. but not enough for him to give any second too soon. The wolf moved a hand to palm his blade, though he didn't draw it. Merely he waited... Testing the broad for her mettle. She wondered if she was thinking about anything, imagining this to have been almost a little too personal. Then again; he somewhat felt an interest in that. He wanted to be punching bag, it was a feeling he never experienced in his life. At least, not from a superior such as herself.
"I'd be a liar to say I wasn't enjoying this, but I'm willing to bet you have things going on. You know if I can help, all you need is ask, Nastasya. Not so sure I can deny you anymore." Under the mask, he smirked evilly once again. His tone was strictly authoritative-- which was odd, since he was below her. Perhaps he simply commanded respect. It was honestly something to wonder about. Much like how the two would act after this-- would they hang around each other more? That... That'd actually be pretty nice. Something to invest towards, thought the wolf. Following up a pattern, Erebus awaited the next move.
She hadn't expect him to stay down but she only cursed of her own slow action, she could have gone forward, the ice was gone, she could have tried to hit him again. She should remember that, the games were beginning and she needed to stop acting like everything was a game that could easily be restarted. Because live wasn't a game even if she now was immortal, she wasn't invincible.
Besides or more like apart from that she needed to stop being so angry. It would cloud her mind and not give her a clear mind of what she needed and had to do and because of that, she forgot to take action. The fact that he wanted to hit him harder was making her even more angry. Why did nothing work the way it should. She couldn't help but scream in frustration and lifted up her hand, bit in a finger and focused her angry red eyes on him as she made her flawless spell. It wasn't him she was seeing, it was him she was hearing and she told herself not to cry because that was pathetic. Now she was hearing Odin as well Pathetic. She was pathetic. She was an idiot and she was stupid for being happy about the fact that someone wanted to help her and she was actually blushing. That little bit of blood in her undead body made her cheeks a little bit pink, since it wasn't possible anymore to get bright red burning cheeks but there was a difference if you looked at her face.
Victoire remained standing next to Nastasya, afraid of the Flawless spell to hit her as well as feeling sad for her owner. She didn't really understand what she was going through but she could feel the pain for their bond was very strong and it made her sad that there was not much that she could do but just be there and cuddle.
Nast Spell:
Name: Flawless Rank: A-rank Mana Cost: 200 Requirements: Blood Magic Type: Offensive Element: Water Range: 20 Meters Cooldown: 4 Posts Duration: Instant Effect: Creator uses her own blood from a wound or bites in her hand to create the blood to run free to create two waves of blood that rotate around each other and form a helix that blast the opponent away from her in case it hits and does a A-rank damage with that. The two waves of blood both are 4 meters width and twirl around each other so the size of the total spell is 4 meters and 7 meters long.
The woman had a fury, he shared similar bloodlust; for her that must have been literal pun though. No matter though, the sound of sleek metal being drawn was heard as she bit into herself. Before the woman fired off her most powerful ability, and I mean right before. As her hand extended, his sword lit up the entire street like a bright white light. He had activated Dawn Light-- and it would affect anyone looking upon his direction. The golden blade would then spin around Strategist's hand as he side-stepped the more inaccurate spell. His style was sporadic, elegance was in the eye of the beholder though. His hasty and wild attack and reaction style could be considered unpredictable, usually many could not place him in close combat. That was he niche he supposed.
If all had occurred as originally planned. She'd be dazed by now-- her sights blurred, her pet's too. Now was the time to act for a speedy win, but that wasn't in his plans. He wanted to play with her, she knew he was good already. There was nothing to prove, but she also had more raw power and he knew she wanted to use it. He wouldn't lie, letting her strike into him was proving to stimulate his excitement. Almost like he enjoyed the flame that was brewing in her cold dead heart.
Erebus was not regretting the blind though, the beam didn't stop at the bench, but blew through the entire building behind him. Leveling it and setting it ablaze. If he were the type to be surprised, he would be. Instead, he merely smiled. Of course she wouldn't be able to know this, his poker face was the reinforced steal guard protecting his head. It provided no real protection, and was moreso aesthetic, as most of his clothing was
If he had taken the onslaught of her blood in that last ability, he'd have had to tank an exceedingly dangerous amount of damage. The next one, he figured, he'd test her on. She needed to be using more than one spell per turn. "Sure you're magically gifted; you pack a punch. But it's going to take more than that to defeat me, send out more. Hit harder. Act like a machine gun; I've stunned you for a little while. Don't fret, in the mean time why don't you come in close. Show me what your strength amounts too." While this could be mistaken for bait, and it was to a degree. Nastasya indeed was slow with her power, in order to swarm in magic, she should be casting as much as possible when able.
Whenever an enemy backs her into a wall though; she'd have to learn to figure out what to do. Of course, engaging Strategist with blurred vision was foolish. She likely knew this. Though she wasn't aware his intentions were to eat the damage and help her. Right now; he was the enemy. "You're impressive. I'll give you that." The man circled her like a lion, he positioned his sword in a way that the lamp post would reflect light into the mirror at it's handle. He then used it to keep light in the girl's eyes, this was a basic battle technique. Similar to how Medusa found her self beheaded. The knight wondered how the vampire would fair now.
Dawn Light:
Name: Dawn Light Rank: C Mana Cost: 50 Requirements: Dawn Sword Type: Supplementary Element: Light Range: 10 Meters Cooldown: 5 Posts Duration: Instant Effect: The user points the Dawn Sword in the air with their arm stretched out as it releases a bright light for a split second. Everyone that had their eyes opened in the direction of the Dawn Sword will have their vision blurred in the following two post. Those that are affected are still capable of seeing but they can't see details except for silhouettes.
Victoire sat just still on the ground as she didn't see anything anymore and Nastasya tried to rub the annoying painful feeling of the light out of her eyes. She was glad she was an undead otherwise she would be bleeding like hell right now. It was such a burning sensation. Since she could not see properly she had to listen to him and even though she was angry at herself as well as disappointed, she had to listen to him and the only way to get closer to Erebus at this point was go out from her memory of what she remembered of the path and her hearing. She sort of left Victoire behind.
She need to think though and thank god her brain was good for that, she let her hand hang down and let the blood drip on the ground from the wound in her finger. She was sure her Flawless spell had missed and that made her grumpy. But she still couldn't see well enough as the light was still in her eyes, she didn't know how he did that but she hissed because of the idea, she didn't hiss on purpose it was just a natural vampire reaction. She had left blood drops through the area and she would have to just focus on her hearing. She let herself drop on the ground, on her knees, she would quickly stand up again if it was necessary but it wasn't, she wouldn't do this in a normal fight with an enemy. She would have to find a better solution in that situation but right now she knew an option. She listened carefully to his footsteps. That's when she activated her Perfect spell when she was almost a 100% sure where he would step and hoping that there was a blood drop close enough to hit him, because she couldn't see that.
But he was right, she had to be more daring, more fighting. She bit in another finger for a total other reason and made a claw of her hand and tried to let her hearing tell her where Erebus was, she needed to understand that there was still the change of meeting the sword but she would take that possiblity. She wanted to hit him but actually she didn't, she didn't want to hurt him. She felt the tears in her eyes and she blamed it on the hurting feeling of her sight but she as sure it wasn't only that but she didn't want him to see her crying.
Nast spells:
Name: Perfect Rank: D-rank Mana Cost: 25 Requirements: Blood Magic Type: Offensive Element: Water Range: 5 Meters Cooldown: 1 Post Duration: Instant Effect: The creator either lost blood drops thanks to wounds during a fight or made small wounds herself with her fangs and makes sure to drop them around her. The creator can turn these blood drops into shards that form from the blood drops and expand from the puddles of blood into 1 meter high shards that are 25 centimeters thick at the maximum. She can create one shard out of the multiple blood drops (she has to pick one of the drops). The Shard does 1 D-rank damage and is destroyed with 1 D-rank damage.
Name: Wicked Rank: D-rank Mana Cost: 25 Requirements: Blood Magic Type: Offensive Element: Water Range: 5 Meters Cooldown: 1 Post Duration: Sustain Effect: Creator bits into of her hands and let the magic and blood flow through her fingers that create a claw from the hand that she has bitten in. It will each be claws/nails from around 5 centimeters long and 5 to 2 centimeters thick ending in points. The claw/hand can do 1 D-rank damage and is destroyed after getting 1 D-rank damage itself.
Inching around the girl, the Lycan lifted his blade and a jestful laugh escaped him. Though he honestly felt a battle between them was unneeded, they were hardened criminals, literally fugitive assailants. What Erebus wanted now more than anything else was simply to have Nastasya around to aide him, speak with him, he already knew she possessed the ability to level buildings. She was breaking down-- if he were a good man, he'd call it right now. But he wasn't. Erebus was a soul-less knight and he fought for the kingdom of his own mentality and well-being. A one man army. ... Didn't he?
He was beginning to question his own standing. He hated it when he questioned himself. But that too was settling in.
When his foot met thick red droplets, the blood expanded around it and shot upwards, slicing into his upper thigh near the outer segment. The flesh was pierced. Thankfully he moved away from where he was, palming his sword. Due to the movement, it was unable to kill him, but on a normal person that might have worked. "The aggression is cute." He complimented through a wince of pain. In total he had taken two B-ranks worth of damage this fight, which was one A-rank and also a punch to the face. Another D-rank. So by now he was starting to feel the aches, but that wouldn't deter him yet. He had a whole hidden health bar left if he went werewolf mid-fight. in truth he should've already done that. But he was able to control himself on a full moon, at least this much. Though not in the sexual way. He still felt a hungry attraction.
It was likely due to a crush since they'd met. But after growing up a little; feelings were becoming drives. He had changed into a beast. Acceptance of the primal monster inside of him was all he could do. Much like feeding his love to the young vampire mistress. Then again, if she kept hitting him this hard, he'd worry for his own safety. She was stronger than she knew. "We can keep this up all night." The Lycan spoke, as he rolled into a kneel off the ground. He winced again, bouncing back up to his feet and gripping his sword. He noticed the tears. He frowned, it was time to end this before she became too hurt to keep going.
When the girl ran to strike him, he swung in a way that would cut off the claws before they reached his neck. He then caught her in a hug, gripping her tightly. The hug clenched her in and she would have to strain for escape. But there likely wasn't one.
He dropped his sword, a second after; signalling he was finished. Allowing her to pound her fists across his exposed chest and fight her anger for as long as she could yell or refuse his hold. But his strength would eventually overpower her's and they would be there-- two criminals bonding over a fight. They would dwell in it, the veil silence, amidst light creeping in from a lamp post nearby; while the blood from the mighty collision of her magic and his blade amassed a raining of red droplets on top of them from the sky. "It's okay. Nastasya, I surrender. You are strong." His mask still covered him up. But both eyes peered at her, not so much sexual anymore, contrary to what he thought after all. But almost as if he were talking to a best friend, or the girl next door. His hand stroked her back softly, but it didn't pat her.
Back pats were completely, and utterly wrong. Women needed to be caressed in a way that made them feel comfortable. Wanted. Loved. Like they were the only girl in the world. Sure it was corny and fucking lame-- but yeah it was true. So he did his best to offer it to the one who helped him back on his first day. Even though they were only now on a first name basis, he felt closer to her than most anyone. She was more than just a captain now. She was his friend; he hoped for even more than just that but it wasn't up to him. Strategist allowed the silence to set in, their connection as well. "..." It was her move.
She was so angry and yet he said: the agression was cute. It wasn't cute, it was by far not cute it was frustrating. She didn't want to use so much emotions, she was working so hard on not showing anything and yet here she was with frustration and jealousy maybe in her mind as well as tears on the edge of her eyes. Her eyes looked like they were glowing but she wasn't hungry so Erebus didn't need to worry about that it was just frustration and anger, maybe even better: rage. There was an anger towards herself, she was so stupid lately and she let herself be swept into more stupid all the time.
She still could see only blurry but she could feel the cold air of a sword swing close to her and she felt the claws of blood fall of her hand. Before she could notice anything else, she felt arms around her in a hug and she would try to get out but couldn't and actually she didn't put much effort in it because it felt so save at this moment. The tears were really coming this time and she bumped her forehead against Erebus his chest and started pounding on his chest but not very hard because she didn't want to be let go. All the time for twenty three years, she had been looking for someone to hold her, to try to understand the pain she had been going through. Her mother had when she was a child until the age of three until the age of where she became something, something that her mother didn't understand. Something that she didn't call a monster just yet but wasn't far off. Than she died and she was left alone, the whole reason why she killed her dad when she was nineteen, killed all the dollmakers in Fiore because she tried to find the one man that betrayed her together with her grandparents. Augstar and Reyna were dead now, one she killed, the other didn't survive the pain for more than four years. There was no pity needed for that.
She didn't pound on his chest for too long for it was not something she wanted to do. It wasn't his fault, it was just frustration, she nuzzled herself in his arms as if she was afraid of something behind her and let her own arms dangle next to her body because it was no use anyway. She heard him, didn't know how to reply and waited. Victoire was still sitting away from them, still not able to see much but the two people collide or hug, no fighting sounds made the fox understand it was fine.
"Thank you." was all she whispered because it did really feel like something she needed, "I hope I didn't bother you."
His muscles had kept her strain from over expending and causing her to go wild. After she stopped thrashing and just nuzzled into him, the tension let off and he had caressed her as said earlier. Running a hand through her hair, he felt all of her against him. It made him smile softly, but his smile was hidden. He preferred no one see his emotions anyways, it was easier in life when people failed realizing them. "Of course, even if we are bad people. We're Grimoire-- you're one of my leaders and so you come first. Always." The cornier the line became-- the more Strategist felt himself coming off embarrassed. However, he couldn't help but want to feel this moment forever. It was like something you'd find in a movie; absolutely beautiful. Born of the wrong reasons, but yet so correct and right in design. It was weird, but she moved him to act on his instincts. Her new aura, it was something found like that of treasure, able to make boys go crazy for her.
Though at the same time, it also moved his sentiments too. It could manipulate if it wanted. Vampires were indeed, powerful creatures. He didn't normally want to be used or devalued by another being. But if Nastasya wanted it, his willpower would surely falter her. Actress or not, if she were able to force dogs to her bidding. What else was she capable of doing?
Upon speaking to him again, her words were moist and needing. Like magic when they crawled up his neck. He was sensitive to her nurturing sound. He wanted to be the one standing beside her, defending her. His voice wasn't nervous, but it didn't hold the usual hostility when he answered her again. "It's nothing, just taking orders. You're rank commands respect." A curious hand moved down to the girl's rear slowly, before pulling into a cradle in his hands. It was done so well, that it might have been mistaken as an act to pay with her again. maybe it was?
It stayed there, in efforts to give her that 'physical' compliment. Like most animals, Lycans were beasts. So when they imprinted, they were anything short of just bonded to a person. They made sure the person in question knew it. This was just Erebus's way of telling her, that maybe, under the surface; he longed for her.
Soon after the moment-- time had tuned back in. Strategist's hand moved positioning. Trailing to her thighs, his head tilted to the looking to east, the direction where she plus Victoire had waked in from. Now it was time to undo that entrance and exit the combat stage. He notioned to her via word of mouth. "Let's get out of here." just like that. Spoken calmly with little need for recitation, his body turned upon the finishing period of the sentence. Signalling his walk back to the hotel, Victiore would surely follow in.
Some silence would accompany the trio. It took little time to find her staying place. For a brief second, his body changed in a way that the girl would probably feel occurring around him, growing into a more fit and muscular size as he jumped upwards ten meters. His teeth had sharpened and his eyes were like amber under the mask. He had also grown some more inches in that time frame. But his appearance was still mostly human, Lycan only had characteristics of the wolfs, they didn't inherit the fur or snouts, etc.
After landing up there, his body un-tensed. The guy was relatively normal once more. Save for the armor still covering him up. He had ignored the bleeding leg, having made the distance and the jump without much care because of his endurance. In some time it would regenerate and he'd be okay. Nastasya was his priority. The lights were off so it was dim except for the moonlight creeping into the room.
He walked her to the bed, resting her on a pillow. He pulled his mask off, dropping it nearby on a sofa. Then he took a spot beside her, at the edge of her bed. "I'll request a room near here, it's not safe for us to be far away from each other. Rune Knights will sniff us out like hounds, I've seen it before." He rested hands between his legs, breathing heavily. Those little attacks amounted to one heck of a beating. He was still getting over the last one that he stepped into. He trusted the girl not to like, eat him or anything. After all-- if she wanted too she would have bitten him when the opportunity allowed it earlier.
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His talking was a bit, two sides of not the same coin. He was saying things that were lovely to hear if it was only about being her, but no Grimoire, she was one of the leaders. Which was funny for she considered Yumi and Caius definitely the top of the people she knew to interact with, that left out Icarus and the master in general. She wasn't sure what to say and she opened her eyes again for the first time after she had simply closed them when he hugged her. This time the lines were no longer blurred and she could see perfectly around her as well as seeing Erebus so close to her. Which made her embarrassed, but she couldn't blush anymore and she was happy because of that because it would be very stupid to blush when there was nothing to blush about, leader. Just because of Grimoire. It was always the same. She was either pathetic, just a part of a chess game and nothing more than an undead. There were no such things as human feelings because it all didn't matter. Nastasya wasn't a person anymore, feelings should be gone even though they weren't.
Of course she didn't know what he was thinking, she was but a vampire not a psychic person and she was glad for that, imagine being able to read minds but words most of the time said enough. Her rank deserved it and yet not long after he said that he moved his hand and she could feel it and before she knew it, she was cupped like some special princess, being held in his arms. Normally she didn't like that but she was too tired of everything not even physically but mentally to fight it. She let it be and leaned her head to the side so she could be more comfortable as she leaned into him. Maybe one day she would hit him again to tell him she wasn't something to play with, she might be undead but she could still feel perfectly. She nodded to indicate that she was fine with leaving this place. The fight had again not gone as she hoped.
Victoire shook her head and her own eye sight came back. She looked startled to when her owner and the guy she came to know as the companion this time were walking away. If only she could speak she would tell that she had this weird tingling feeling in her but she couldn't. She had to walk fast to walk next to Erebus and when she looked up, she could see her owner Nastasya gazing at the man. Victoire was left behind, the guy did a weird thing and jumped up to the third floor's balcony, with an angry shake of her head, she simply walked inside and didn't even look at the people, she would make her way to the door of the room they stayed. Guys, they always seem to want something from her like Kenny or forget her like Erebus although he had waited for her to come along. Men.. they were weird creatures.
Inside Nastasya was dropped on her bed, she made her sit comfortable with the pillows and checked quickly if there were still tears on her face when Erebus dropped his mask and went to sit at the edge of the bed. She went to sit up straight and folded her legs under her after she made sure her skirt was not up too high, stupid tight dress, stupid idea. She looked at him with her red eyes, and nodded, there were weird ideas in her mind but she didn't speak out loud. She remembered, very well, how he greeted her before. Her eyes darted to the blood of the wound which was clearly visible for her thanks to being a vampire. She simply got up and went to get a few tissues, she wasn't sure what he was, she had seen the difference and felt it when he was carrying not even mentioning the jump, she hesitated to push her hand including tissue against his wound but it needed to be clean, "Does it hurt much?" she asked as she sat on her legs now in front of him, hovering over the idea. She looked up to meet his eyes and remembered again. Since she was sitting down she could still get a bit taller by standing up on her knees and since his face was now closer to her, she kissed him on the lips, softly not entirely sure if she should do this, afraid she might hurt him with her fangs because the fangs were very present thanks to the blood she smelled but she was refraining from doing something worse than kissing the guy that made her feel like a person for a few more seconds before ruining it again with the leader, rank and other bullshit about Grimoire Heart.
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In the darkness Nastasya's eyes glowed like rubys; the vampire was an exotic person. With every movement came a breath stolen, like she was the epitome of what he sought in a woman. His emotions were shook, much like his usual cold exterior. He could barely hold himself to her bar though, her racial standing almost made him feel some sort of inadequate and yet she was looking like so much more than just that. Like someone who needed companionship. She needed something, person or not, anything to make her feel human again. He sensed it in her, if that happened to mean him being a friend to her-- a rebound-- anything. Erebus would oblige without a second to argue or hesitate. Did she know this? Perhaps that's why she climbed out of bed and into the floor. Looking to his wound, then up at his eyes. There was this moment of isolation between the two, and then of love and worry. Pseudo or real, it didn't matter yet. They only had each for the night. Victoire too, but Nas needed more than just her pet. As did he, rather than his constant solitude...
Strategist found himself becoming slightly pink in the cheeks, one might have thought it was impossible. That's how intense the air around them was. It had the same guise as a forbidden ritual or the summoning of some creature, begging to break and conjoin with whatever it could. He answered her very quietly, so toneless that it was enough to be a heard as a whisper. ".. I'll be okay." Silence. They stared at each other's lips and this feeling shot through Erebus's heart. Before he could stop himself, he was coming towards her. His eyes closed.
She too leaned in quickly and they shared a passionate exchange of love. The aggression and frustration behind them both was enough to set the affair on an intimate level. Absorbed by the affection, by Nastasya. In the time they were making out, Strategist played with her lips, he slid a tongue gently in between her teeth and danced it along with her own. He felt the fangs, but they only made him want more of whatever the hell she was. A hand rode through her purple hair, holding her into him. Tugging her to stay and be what could only be considered ''all his''. The boy's eyes opened when they broke for breath and they looked at her with desperation. He panted for the air. A smug smile stretching from his lips. "Kissing a guy like me will make him question what he's living for." The Lycan jested, only it wasn't a jest. He had felt the tingle of lust in him. He wanted her more than ever before.
Did she want him? "I don't think I can fight my feelings for you much longer." She was between his legs, it was dark, and they were sharing sentiments. Erebus was shocked. But he loved the whole dynamic of them right now. She was looking extra nice, like a damsel in distress that only a wolf could save. Perhaps... Perhaps he'd give her the love she so desired.
She had to be carefull kissing, for she didn't want to be hurt. Not that it in one way happened before. She had realized a couple of days before that three years ago she had fallen in love with someone but out of fear of not understanding her and out of fear of being hurt, she killed him. She accidentally killed him. This was the shadow that was following her, this was the one thing she couldn't cope with. And this made her afraid again, even though she could feel his lips on hers and the fact that she loved the sensation that it gave her, she was afraid that she was more doing it to be alive, to feel alive. She got feelings, tingling in her lip, the fact that she could feel the kiss, his tongue. It was impossible but it felt like her heart was beating again and it would make her cry if she had been alone and if she wasn't overcome by a feeling of short happiness. For there was still a side of her panicking. Afraid of being hurt, afraid of being misunderstood even if he understood perfectly a few minutes before.
She wasn't sure what to do with her hands as he had pulled her closer, feeling one of his hands in her hair yet all she could do was place one on his broad chest and come as close as she could. The panicking second voice in her head kept saying questions: You're an undead, doesn't that feel cold? or How does this work, you aren't human anymore, right? and last which was the worst, Why don't you bite him? Yet her happy side tried to put everything away as if to hush up the other one. But panic wasn't easily subdued.
She felt him break away from her and she was almost panicking even more than before and quickly opened her eyes to stare at him with her big red eyes. However she noticed that he needed to breath, which was something she still did out of habit but right now she had totally forgotten about it. Her happy side had to hit her panicked mouth soon because of all that he said. She was still so close to him, inches away because he needed to catch his breath and all she actually wanted to do was continue to kiss him, to feel the beating of her heart again, even if it was only a matter of speaking, "Much longer?" She asked because she couldn't understand what he said, "I don't understand." She felt like she was a bit too stupid for this.
The girl looked at him, almost eager to collide once more. She wanted to know what he meant, as it was somewhat vague. Especially considering their heart-to-heart moment. He leaned forward again, pecking at her lips with his own, teasing her to crawl up on top of him for more. "I've tried all night to keep my hands away. But if you keep making me feel so secure with you, I don't know if I'll be able to stay away." He interjected with a hint of longing. He hadn't known many people to actually want him around. There was Celeste but she wasn't compatible, so getting into this relationship thing was one he thought he didn't want ever again. That relationship in specific had been the weirdest he'd ever been thrown inside. It didn't help that it was his first 'real' time opening up to a girl either. Only for it to be abused and then abandoned. Figures. The Lycan sometimes wondered if all girls were like that.
He told himself not to be naive with girls after that. Yet here he was being pulled in by the beauty and personality that was Nastasya Crowe. Curiosity made him question whether if she were just acting all this, it was her talent after all. To make men go crazy. Nas was worth the risk though. That was the unshakable truth. If she weren't such; then he'd have already have left the scene by now. Strategist was no fool after all; a gambler sure, but no fool.
The man recounted their night up to this point, how he'd touched her in ways normally forbidden. He remembered her deep angers and frustrations, how they fit so well with her that it put his instincts over the edge. All in all, falling for the vampire with little under his belt to stop it. Though he wouldn't admit to anything like that yet. If he could help it that is, then again. Her eyes-- they made him melt as they peered up at him. So distraught... His chest was racing from it really, pounding even. His blood pressure was up and with it, his defense was down. All the things he usually ignored-- finally caught up to his head. He didn't want their moment to end. He wanted it to go on forever.
Affections... Such an oddity, foreign to the criminal types. Both wanted the love and companionship, it was almost critical since the loneliness was an apparent problem both faced. Only neither knew how to open up and just claim it. It was a beautiful tragedy-- someone had to seal them together, so Erebus would make the first move; win or loss he needed this for himself too. He told her what most men would be to afraid to say. Declaring his feelings outright. Gentleness was not what he was accustomed towards, yet even still he tried it out.. "Nastaysa, I want you to belong to me." He turned his gaze away for a short second, almost cracking center amidst his lines. Sure it was true that he was tough, but he expected her to turn him down. He was just a wolf-- there was little that could be defined as special about him-- side from that. She was of higher caliber, an elite race.
Again this sensation, this tingling feeling that went through her whole body when he pecked her again, this time not giving in to the agression or passion or whatever name you wanted to give it. She was still on her knees on the ground, which was definitely not a position that she liked. Especially not if she would reflect on this and think clearly again. Which made her slowly push back Erebus with the hand she still had on his chest. She wanted to get back into how she normally behaved, but yet not be much too different because the open situation gave in to her feeling of understanding. She was afraid Erebus wouldn't understand but yet here he still was and she had just asked and he had just answers. Questions were less difficult than she always had thought or maybe only to him. There was no Lilja anymore, there was just Nastasya and she felt pretty good about that. "But if you feel secure, why stay away?" She felt more secure herself and it was good to hear someone else, someone important to her at this right moment. Her voice showed off this secure feeling as it was a little warm and hopefully sexy and she was standing, she wasn't tall but because he was sitting, she could at least be a bit taller, but he was still way too tall for her short body.
She locked eyes with him, he was probably wondering what she was doing as she was still standing, she had taken a step back to make sure there was room to stand, not being between his knees but she moved closer to him, swaying her hips for those two little steps and pushing her left hand again against his chest, she pushed him softly to let him fall back on the bed. She didn't plan to crawl on top of him, it would remind her of some bad memories but she licked her lips as she found it funny, she was waiting to see his reaction for the whole motion and if he may lie down on the bed, she would sit on the bed next to him, her hip touching his leg and simply climb up to sit a bit higher, she didn't plan to lie down yet.
She didn't want to say she took initiative but she was a bit further than when she kissed him. She looked at him and even though her cheeks wouldn't turn red, everything could be shown that she was surprised and would else be blushing. Her eyes turned big out of surprise but soon became smaller as she looked with longing and happiness, it made her happy, "I'm not a property." she whispered, it wasn't to discourage him it was a jest and she hoped he would notice for she still looked at him, took in everything while he wasn't looking at her. She couldn't stop smiling but had to remind herself not to make mistakes and thus not go too fast.
Since he wasn't looking at her and it looked like he was worried, she bend down to kiss him softly on his cheek, "But I'm glad you say that."
Nastasya stirred him up, in all the right ways. When she stood up, he pressed his face into her lower stomach, rubbing his lips down to her panty-line where she stayed for a moment, he allowed a groan to escape his throat. When his face lowered some more Nasty almost felt as though she was enjoying this. Playing the dominate role though, had to come with some stalwart fighting-- on top of that she wanted company, not what cam next. It took a good amount of time, plus emotional effort to build real relationships. So as she stood there for the moment, his forehead lied in place softly patiently...
But by no means was the wolf reluctant to tripping over her boundaries, in fact he even kissed a single time on the fabric to bait some emotion out... He expected a noise or expression or something. No he actually hoped for such, as said numerous times; Erebus wanted Nastasya to forfeit over some of the tension on her shoulders. Not bear it all by herself. To him, the girl was precious in that in no time at all she was backing the hips away, so to tease the wolf even further. He knew what he was doing was easily pushing the lines between inappropriate and appropriate considering their roles in the guild. However, still he didn't care. In fact the taste was more than enough for him to want more. Her hand pressed him to his back against the mattress.
Oh boy, did Strategist crave for another connection of bodies. But that was for another time; as a subordinate he was sworn to not press matters if her interests weren't in that. Honestly, he preferred not to open up completely tonight. He didn't think sex was the answer. This was a just to bond romantically. Rushing the event would prove not only fruitless for their hearts, but in addition, their escapes from loneliness.
When Nastaysa slid her way onto the bed beside him-- after pushing him onto his back of course, both the werewolf's eyes twinkled a gold color momentarily. The two mage's heads' were now simply inches away from each other. "Not a property, not at all... A treasure." He didn't appear to be joking back to her, but he chuckled at her jest nonetheless. Adding a smile at the end, which braved a pinkish tint onto his face. The kiss to the cheek washed some shades deeper a red across him, her plump pale lips gifting him this special kind of damp touch that he hadn't known for some time. Something special that only she could give to others.
Erebus' arm slyly moved around Nastasya's curvaceous figure, while his other resided on his stomach absently. The Lycan pulled her inwards beside his own body. He held her close the silence making it even more romantic. His sights were aimed for the ceiling, Erebus added onto his previous statement in whispers. "I don't want us going back to just friends. I want to start seeing you, like this. All the time." The boy felt somewhat taken off guard by his own dialogue. The Lycan was at peace with her in his arms-- no denying that, perhaps it was her combat prestige that woo'd him. Or maybe it was seeing such a beautiful girl hurt and alone, that touched his criminal heart. All bad guys have soft spots, he figured. Sure enough, Nastasya must have been this 'soft spot'. Because it wasn't normal for him and that was the only logical explanation.
At first she really didn't know what to do when his face met her lower stomach. It was as if again everything went in slow motion and she didn't know what to do about it for she normally wasn't used to that. She wasn't even aware that Victoire still wasn't here! When his face lowered, she couldn't help but again stop breathing and pull in her stomach for as far as the skinny woman was still able to do that. It felt so weird and intimite that she didn't know exactly what to think about it and she couldn't help but gasp.
She looked at the wall in front of her because she didn't dare to look at Erebus and she felt as if the last bits of blood in her body was moving, the muscles stiring from their dead feeling and her heart slowly getting into action, but it was all fantasy and she bit her lip when she felt a kiss and couldn't help but moan. She wasn't sure what all happened because of the stirring but she was sure, that it had more effect on her body than just tingling and moaning. She was sure he would notice, but she wouldn't give any of that. Maybe it had happened before when he had touched her inappropriate with his hand when she had wanted to greet him. She felt a shiver going down her spine and she took a deep breath, even though it was completely unnecessary.
She did no longer want to be like a mummy or a statue and she moved her hip a little and tried to stop gasping for air that she actually didn't need.She had to take matters in hand, which is what she did to push him on her bed. She tried not to see how others might see this, how most people would see this. Bed. Two people. Intimate. She swallowed the nothing as she climbed on the bed herself. She climbed onto the bed and listened to him, teased him, kissed him on his cheek, "I can definitely live with that." She said in a hushed whisper as she was next moved close to him and now laying down herself. He pulled her closer and that's how she felt her breast pushed to his side and she let her head rest on his shoulder and her left hand on his chest again. This actually felt rather comfortable, more than she had actually expected.
She enjoyed the silence, the closeness and she listened to what he said and couldn't help but smile. Threw her caution in the wind and she looked up and kissed his jawline, "I want that too." She answered in the same whispered tone.
Nastasya laid next to him, a fine piece of woman. However, the night had ran it's course, slowing and eventually tireding the Lycan out. He would have loved to go further, but on the first date? Not certainly. He had felt her up. Good and nicely, but if she wanted more she'd have to beg. The moonlight shrouded them up, laying across the bed, he kissed her lips until all of the energy in his body exited. He was in the dream world, and so now he was resting. Erebus was finally feeling better for once, Era, who knew he'd find someone to hang with in this place. He was grateful it was Nasty though, Nas was special. Real special. "Sweet dreams Nastasya."
Even though it wasn't daybreak yet, most of the evening was already over. She heard a scratching at the door and managed to climb out of Erebus his arms and just open the door for a changed Victoire. With a surprised look, she looked at her pet, "What happened to you?" But she let it be for Victoire couldn't talk and she made her way back to Erebus and let Victoire sleep on the other side of the bed.
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