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Post by astaroth on May 31, 2007 4:38:47 GMT -5
Confusion often set in when Astaroth felt his way was lost. He had Rebecca, and of that, he would be ok. Yet that wasn't what caused him to lose himself for a minuting. He just wanted to make it all stop. The anger, the hatred, of all the damned things he could havedone,he did not deserve his past to keep haunting him here in the present, especially when Astaroth found the past disgusting now. He was a changed man. Though he held no area in killing without reason or regard, nor did he care for anyone outside his orb ofinterest or influence., Astaroth started to go nuts. The Xenerian family drove him to madness. All he could do was hold his head in pain and find himself in turmoil. Had they hated him for no reason orfor a reason that was too old for one to use?
Someone, have mercy upon this soul so tortured, so twisted and lost upon a path. He was literally losing his mind as the words to the songs he heard churned in his head. In fact he began to sing it while he had hoped Chiru would show. Chiru had been able to help him find himself when he needed.
Tired of injustice Tired of the schemes Kinda disgusted So what does it mean Kicking me down I got to get up As jacked as it sounds The whole system sucks
Peek in the shadow Come into the light You tell me I’m wrong Then you better prove you’re right You’re sellin’ out souls but I care about mine I’ve got to get stronger And I won’t give up the fight With such confusions don’t it make you wanna scream Your bash abusin’ victimize within the scheme You try to cope with every lie they scrutinize Somebody please have mercy Cause I just can’t take it Stop pressurin’ me Just stop pressurin’ me Stop pressurin’ me Make me wanna scream Stop pressurin’ me Just stop pressurin’ me Stop pressurin’ me Make me wanna scream"
Astaroth was singing the song as it played in his mind as he heard in the lounge. The rules of the game had changed. And Astaroth had a problem with what was going on. Fuck the shit that he had went through. Would there someone to be there to alleviate the stress he had felt. There was something that made Astaroth just go bannanas. vampires listened to him sing the notes and one made jto cut a joke.
"Listen to him sing. what a puss?"
Astaroth took hold off him and drove his hand into his chest, and stared deep into his eyes, and with a uncaring look, flung him through the window, holding his heart in his hands. Astaroth didn't even bother to taste the undead hear he had plucked. What he waited for was the two to show.
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Post by Chiru on May 31, 2007 13:04:18 GMT -5
Chiru sat curled in her husbands arms, he was reading and she was just enjoying the time with him. What he was reading, she wasn't sure nor did she bothered to even ask him, knowing she most likely wouldn't like the answers he gave her. Her head turned with both Kisho's and Kimi's as a small snarl graced each of their lips. She hated when someone bothered her when she was with her husband of all things.
Slowly she straighten herself up, "this is all your fault..." she snarled towards her husband who looked at her slightly.
"You were the one who wanted to reopen this place with Nemesis, I told you I would not deal with them."
Chiru couldn't help but snort at him as the door swung open and there stood one of the bartenders. "Sir..." he said looking towards Nightwalker who shook his head and nodded towards Chiru who only frowned at him. "Ma'am... I... well you see there is a vampire downstairs, and he's causing a great deal of problem. Only be a matter of time when some of the other vampires start well killing and destroying the place."
Chiru turned towards Nightwalker, "She's not cleaning up the place." she said crossing her arms and glaring at him.
Nightwalker closed his eyes before opening them again. "It's Astaroth..." he said simply as he turned back towards his book. "You better stop him before I make you help me fix this place up again."
Chiru growled slightly as she stood up, Kimi eyes seemed to move towards the door but Kisho seemed to be more happy getting ready to take a chunck out of Nightwalker himself. Chiru shook her head. "Come on..." she snarled at the larger black wolf.
"Why is it whenever they have to come and see her it's when it's her alone time with her husband." her eyes had turned pitch black by the time she made her way down the stairs.
She looked at the mess and snarled slightly as she turned towards Astaroth who seemed to still be holding the blacken heart of whoever had been in there. "Astaroth, is this how you treat someone's place? With such disrespect?" she snarled slightly, "There is a place down in the basement for such things. Next time take it there..." she waved her hand towards RBCR "Remove all the memories of this display from the humans minds... can't have such things leaking out into the human daytime world. Or else she'll never get new... workers..." she said softly before looking back towards Astaroth.
"And you, you will be spending your time fixing that window." she moved towards the bar and leaned over grabbing a teapot that sat on a burner. "Rum and Honeydew milk... and at the back table..." she said nodding towards the place as she grabbed two bowls and moved towards it. "Best get to it... she doesn't wish to catch her cold... more so when her husband is upstairs where she wants to be." she snarled slightly at him.
------- posted with permission
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Post by astaroth on May 31, 2007 14:35:13 GMT -5
'Just stop pressuring me. Stop fucking with me!"
Astaroth held his head, he had gone almost out of control. His madness made him drop down to his knees, holding his head in utter confusion as if he had been seized by some demonic presence from within. Astaroth had no idea of the destruction he had caused nor was he aware that he had killed someone here in his demented frame of mind.
"Why won't they stop fucking with me?! Why can't they stop haunting me, those damned Xenerians who haunt me with my sins of the past. Stop fucking wtih me!"
Surely Chiru had to know that something had driven Astaroth stark mad. He wasn't gone beyond the point of having to destroy the tavern. There was no malice no anger in what he had done. His pain was so great, so unbearable in hi smind taht he could not even focus on whaere he was. He had totally lost it. Astaroth had finally fell again to his knees, the madness was too much to bear.
"Chiru... help...me... this madness.... tooo much for me...anymore."
Even his telepathy had been too weakened by his state of mental depravation. He had no other recourse on what. The other vampires had watched them, and saw that Chiru had entered into the room, but Astaroth could not waver. Some vampire that stood in the shadows and seen Astaroth had told her.
He's gone mad, Chiru. That man, and whatever ordeal he had with the Xenerians, its drove him over the edge. I know he married one of them. I was there when he did it. She's not driving him mad. The ones who hold on to his past are driving him into a place where his mind can't bear it and his soul can't understand anymore. Please help him.
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Post by Chiru on May 31, 2007 15:46:55 GMT -5
Chiru held her head as she recieved the message from Astaroth, while weak it still caused her enough pain that she was at all happy about. Which just added to already foul mood. Kimi placed her noise against Chiru's cheek given her a small amount of comfort and perhaps even allowed her foul mood to disappear for a moment as she poured the hot Nightshade Tea.
Her eyes darken slightly as another came over to her, informing her of the binding, that she already knew had taken place. "Hai, the madness could be his very own fault. Dragons are to mate for life, much like wolves." she snapped at him. Everyone seemed to be having relationship problems of late and the only one which she cared about, was that of Majica. Her eyes soften slightly at the thought of the vampiress. "Would rather face her family for doing what Majica wishes..." she sighed heavily as she poured another glass of her tea. "Could kill him, that would end the madness..." that's what was always the best action when it came to her own madness, killing. Course her family never did do such things.
She drank the tea slowly this time, "madness... served his bondmate, a spirit in either case... bind to one who's house will not let him forget... he causes a great deal of problems..." she said softly towards the two wolves as she looked back towards the man, not even seeming to notice that Astaroth was in pain.
Slowly she sat her teacup down and turned towards Astaroth, taken in the site he was indeed going mad, she wondered when she became someone who started to fix problems. Needless to say she wasn't in a happy place let alone state as she rose from her place and walked towards him.
She doubted it was the spirit that lived within him seeing as it wasn't speaking to her and normally she would. Kneeling down she placed a hand on her chin her other resting in her lap as she looked him over once more. "Where is your new bondmate, Astaroth? Strong one isn't she?" she mused softly more to herself then to him. "Astaroth, you won't find yourself ever contect if you don't stop letting things get to you so much. Come now, how about a nice drink? She can give you some of her posion... it's rather lovely, though it does make most rather sick, kills most living things..." she touched his cheek carefully.
"Astaroth, you wish to be better then them. Prove it, and stop allowing those voices to get to you." she leaned close to his ear "because the only choice you will leave her is a sad one for your new mate, but you would be with the old one... in the spirit world." she could do nothing really for him. Other then that, she wasn't a healer of such things, a killer, and this wasn't a simple unbalance between two souls who were required to keep each other in such a placement. Let alone was he her husband, had it been Nightwalker, she would have tried something more sexual, or harming herself. If that didn't work, kill him. She really should try to work on dealing with madness better... but killing was just so much easier to do.
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Damon Myst Of Kirin von Mana
Creature of the Night
I am not weak to be apprehended by negative things, Im a trickster who doesn't know loneliness
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Post by Damon Myst Of Kirin von Mana on Jun 1, 2007 4:15:44 GMT -5
It was bad enough that Astaroth's presence didn't leave him alone when he lingered around the one place he called home but then even after he left his "going away present" left Damon an outcast with his own people, oh how the dragon begged and pleaded for a chance and this was what he did in return, fucks the life up for his former childer once again....and people wondered why Damon heated him so much?
His crimson red eyes scanned the dimly lit streets in search of anything, anything that was in his path. Human or vampire at this point he didn't care, his weapon was already drawn out and trailed behind him in that same reckless manner that he used when he was in a sense of careless. Death and unlife meant little to shit to him, and all those in his path would either be curious to find out and lay dead the next minute, or back away and stay out of harms way. With many looks of confusion on alot of faces as his appearance told one thing but his power told a different story for those that could feel it, it was only when something that was flung his way took his attention off of his mindless wanderings and brought him to the ground as something or someone by the sent of it.
With a growl he wrapped his hand around the neck of the being and brought him up to get a look at him before he would end his life, only to find out that he was dead already. A huge gapping hole in his chest through the rib cage and a missing heart was evidence that he was no longer among the living and that only brought up the question of where did it come from? Damon's answer came from a shattered window that seemed to have some activity still going on within, oh goody a bar fight. More people to die and lives to lay claim to.
He then took the corpse and cast it to the side letting it all where it may and approached the place, now seeming more familiar to him as the place that he met Chiru at Damon wondered inside and and opened the doors to see what the hell was all the commotion. After staring at all the shocked faces that looked all in one direction and finally at the root of all the chaos, there he found his victim. "Well I'll be damned..." Damon muttered as he gazed coldly at the man that seemed to be either suffering from a huge headache or some other sort of pain, a smirk crossed his lips as he then licked them then looked around. He knew that words that he was muttering as it was to a song that he heard once before, since he was in a musical mood then he was to be sure to fuck up his mood even more.
Thats when Damon saw a jukebox, it seemed modern enough so he took a chance and casually walked over towards it not even paying the enraged dragon any mind as if he was not there anymore. He looked over the songs within and was pleased with some of the selections, but was ever so happy to find the one song that would fit this situation. He put the coins in and waited as it played on.
Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies Pushing all the mercy down, down, down I wanna see you try to take a swing at me Come on, gonna put you on the ground, ground, ground
Why are you trying to make fun of me? You think it's funny? What the fuck you think it's doing to me? You take your turn lashing out at me I want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me
As the song played on and the lyrics started up Damon slowly turned and looked over to his sire, hoping for everything that this would ruin his moment. He overheard Chiru mention killing him and that idea was too good to conceder anything else, Damon walked calmly over to his tormented ex-sire never taking his bright red eyes off of him till he was close enough to astaroth....afterall, this moment was for him.
All of my hate cannot be bound I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming So you can try to tear me down Beat me to the ground I will see you screaming
"YOU BASTARD!!" Damon then leaped at him with his katana in both hands, as the verse played it fit ever so perfectly with everything that was going on, with a screaming Astaoth too busy in his own mind he only hoped that Chiru would be out of the way as this encounter would turn deadly......Please.....no one enterfears... He thought to himself before he went to come down hard and split the overgrown lizard in half.
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Post by Chiru on Jun 1, 2007 12:56:18 GMT -5
Chiru turned her head slightly as Kisho moved towards her, given a low growl. Slowly her eyes turned towards the figure that had entered the Lounge. Of all the times for Damon to show up, she placed a hand to the side of her cheek as she rose and straighten herself up.
Normally she could care less what these two did to each other. They're hate of each other had been around longer then she had known either one of them, or at least had cared for either of them. She watched carefully as Damon moved around the place, her eyes narrowing slightly as she turned back towards Astaroth.
Kimi movement caught her mind and she turned back to see that Damon was moving quickly towards them. It didn't take a genius to know who he was after and with three nods of her head and Kisho and Kimi moved quickly around Damon. Though Damon was fast he was being rather foolish in his movement as Chiru stepped forward and grabbed his blade swinging it ended just a few inches from Astaroth and in the ground. "I'm am VERY tired of you males with ego problems destroying my business. We have a place where you can fight and kill each other DOWN STAIRS!" her eyes were pitch black as her nails grew slowly more deadly. "If you insist in fighting and breaking the rules of this place, you will find that you will no longer be welcomed in this place and any time either ONE of you step in you will find yourselves RIGHT back out on your ASSES." she slowly released Damon's sword mindless of her own dark black blood dripping down her hand from his blow.
Kimi moved towards Chiru, softly licking the flesh wound of it's blood, though this too seemed to go unnoticed by Chiru herself. "Besides Damon, you wouldn't enjoy killing him, while he is busy doing it to himself. Would it not be far better if he KNEW what he was doing when you sent him to Torpor? Sending him there now would only HELP him." she chuckled softly as she looked towards Astaroth slightly before looking back at Damon, "And you are not one who wishes to ever help him are you?" she raised and eyebrow and smirked softly. "I think not..." she said turning and facing Astaroth again.
"Now Astaroth, Damon is here. Do you really want him to see you in this weaken state of mind?" It would most likely do little good, she was debating on given him the posion... perhaps at least it could calm the madness for a little while. Though the effects of the stuff. She frowned slightly as she moved passed him and towards the bar.
The bartender looked at her before grabbing another pot of tea and warming the water. Her fingers, with six inches of extra length tap slightly on the table, her eyes were still as black as they were when Damon had came across the room to kill Astaroth. "Feel like she's dealing with her own childer who can't get along." she muttered softly as her nails slowly returned back to normal. She was not amused with such things, but she knew that until Damon got Astaroth into Torpor once, he may never forgive the Dragon, and Astaroth was not one to just roll over and beg for forgiveness. It was always bothersome to get him to say he was sorry...
As the bartender placed a teacup infront of Chiru and poured the Deadly Nightshade Tea she closed her eyes and drowned it. "Feeling like someones mothers should be here..." she looked towards Astaroth, sighing softly. Majica nor Xeneri, were his mothers anymore, and Majica had her own things to deal with... Xeneri perhaps... would be of use. Though she would never raise her hand, she rather have peace among her childer, blood related and not. She sighed softly, Damon's still had Ayla, but had he not told her that she wanted Astaroth to be apart of the family? So she doubted that bringing her into this mess would be pointless. "Mothers... that would not work...." she frowned heavily. "How is she their mothers?" she mused softly towards the two wolves as she poured another glass of Nightshade Tea.
"She thinks what Damon requires is a nice glass of Potchine... stronger then Absinthe... after all it's the Drink of Death." she chuckled softly. "Though she wondered what they'll do when the Irish finally get that really nice drink going..." she smiled softly as the man looked towards Damon and poured a small glass of Potchine. Chiru eyes closed, as she tried to think just what to do about those two.
"Perhaps we can try the Nightshade Tea... though... the after effects are awful... even to a vampire..." she said looking towards him slightly. "Or we can try the Drink of Death but what does that ever do to a vampire?" as the man set the glass of Potchine down she lifted her hand and allowed her blood to drip into the glass turning it a blackish color as the bartender stirred it in. "Might as well let him get a little drunk from the stuff..." she mused softly as he looked at her.
"Ma'am... perhaps we should wrap your hand..."
"It'll heal..." she said, "her body doesn't know how to stay open and bleeding for long... all she needs to do is calm down..." which didn't seem likely to happen at this rate. Now all they were missing was perhaps Gabe or someone else who hated her... "City is full of those..." she said softly looking away from the two. "Pour a glass of Nightshade Tea... mix it with blood. Her blood will do no good to him." she said simply, she need the effects to make him ill, and her blood was immune to the effects of the drink. Had been since she was a small human child... but that was one thing her mind never allowed her to forget the pain it could cause. "Better then being mad though..." she said softly.
ooc: I know it's most likely just me and Chiru who sees this as two brothers who can't get along and must have mommy fix them
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Post by astaroth on Jun 2, 2007 22:45:52 GMT -5
It all happened so fast, the man in the corner didn't have time to react. All he saw as Astaroth being as naked to the strike as a newborn baby's ass to a doctor's hand. Chiru had just scolded him for what reason, but before long, she had also had at this man who obviously held Astaroth as an enemy. Perchance, they knew each other too well and Astaroth wasn't in any shape to fight him. When she mentioned something of the tea, the young vampire quickly but cautiously approached the dangerously insane Astaroth. This unknown man had seen Astaroth dispatch Dragonetti, a vampire who was much older than he was, but not as strong, judging the way the window looked as well as his corpse.
"Astaroth, the lady has some blood for you to drink. You must drink if you are to ease your pain.'
At this Astaroth was slighlty more compliant and willing to end his suffering. Allowing himself to be brought to Chiru, the male sat Astaroth upon a stool. The barkeep had just put the hot drink down onto the table and the vampire made sure that he placed the drink into Astaroth's hands, encouraging him to drink. Looking at Damon and then to Chiru, the vampire nodded and took off like a bat outta hell.
The mighty vampire that was Astaroth had a rather vacant look on his face as he sniffed the drink. Smelling strongly, Astaroth wasn't sure on what he could have done with it, though instinctively he wanted to avoid it. But the smell of blood burned his veins white hot with desire to imbibe. So he picked up the hot cup of tea and downed it. It was hot, yes.. real hot. It didn't matter. Sitting back down, he began to immediately feel at ease. That was until a pain centered in his torso began to spill out into his body. Writhing in pain, he tumbled to the floor, doubled over screaming out.
"What The FUCK?! What the fuck is this shit!?"
The pain set in and it was damn well intense. He didn't know what else he could as he rolled on the floor, the pain practically whooping his ass with maximum lethality. Thankfully, he could hold down the blood vomit that he had choked up in his body. This was getting all fucked up and fast behind this damned tea. Why did he drink it? He knew not to drink that brew.She must have known I wouldn't have drunk it without the blood. That damned she-devil of a...the thoughts were interrupted again by the wracking pain that just kept getting worse. The only thing that could even closely compare to what he was going through, was the pain of a woman in childbirth, which thankfully, he did not know at all. When this was all over, Astaroth would need something to get him back in the saddle, and make sure that the damned tea's recipe never see the light of day nor moonlight ever again.
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Post by Chiru on Jun 4, 2007 12:32:16 GMT -5
Chiru looked towards Astaroth, she knew the pain, she knew it well. "You won't die..." she said simply as she looked at her own glass and narrowed her eyes. "Only the living or semi-living have that type of a chance. That is if you're not used to the effects. Without the blood you may have gotten a little wee-bit dizzy, a small tummy acke, nothing grand to take you out of what you are feeling." she said lifting the glass to her lips and drowning yet another cup of the tea.
After a moment she looked back towards Astaroth, "Feel special... she doesn't normally share her drink... the drink that eases her mind and her pains... with anyone." she didn't share mind you because most could not deal with the pain with the blood and without the blood those who had tried it never wanted it again. She closed her eyes "but to make it fair... she'll add blood to hers..." she waved her hand as the barman came and added a good deal of human blood to the teapot and poured another drink to Chiru with the hint of red to it. "To the madness without everyone..." she said drowning another cup full. Setting it down she smiled warmly, as the last inch of pain disappeared from her mind.
"It's very good when you are used to it... such ashame that you are dead..."
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Damon Myst Of Kirin von Mana
Creature of the Night
I am not weak to be apprehended by negative things, Im a trickster who doesn't know loneliness
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Post by Damon Myst Of Kirin von Mana on Jun 5, 2007 2:58:36 GMT -5
Within range was a vampire that, with one strike, would make Damon's unlife so much damn easier to go through. It seemed as easy as drawing breath, even if it was uneeded. It was all in the matter of one mighty blow that however never reached it's target, as his katana came down he had not even noticed Chiru nor paid her any mind till she actually took his blade in her hand and lead it away......the feeling of defeat, why did it taste so bad?
"LET GO!!!" Damon hissed at her, trying to move his blade away from her but for some reason found himself playing tug-of-war with her. So not the way he seen it go down before hand. Everything else was a mumble to him, but he caught one aspect that Chiru mentioned and that was something about taking it downstairs if he wanted to kill him, his eyes looking toward Astaroth hoping that he was willing to do so, finally a chance to duke it out with the old man one on one.
Once she released his blade Damon noticed the trickle of black blood that ran down his weapon, Astaroth was unharmed so it had to be hers. She said something about helping him if he killed him here, for a moment he thought about it but snickered. "No, really, I would not mind...infact it would be a pleasure to do so!" He replied almost stammering over his words as how joyous the idea of sending him to torpor for almost nothing, help or not it would be great. However, it would be too easy to do so now. seeing him tormented within himself did look like he was going through alot of shit, even if it was not him that was causing it but as he could hear his bloodline that didn't trust him. Who could blame them? Damon sure as hell wouldn't, not then nor would he ever, so Astaroth only had himself to blame.
All attention was taken off of him however once he heard Chiru made mention of a drink, he paid extra attention when he heard it was stronger then Absinthe. "Make it a double." He replied, still not taking his s off of Astaroth, just trying some sort of excuse to cut him down here and now. "No... just bring the whole damn bottle." Damon added as he then looked over towards the shot and went over towards it, a smile on his lips as a cloud of blackish blood was mixed in it making this in interesting drink. "Heres to dieing.." Damon replied as he lifted the glass and downed it in one gulp, interesting indeed....the shit burned!! "What the..." He started saying.....screw Devil Springs and fuck Absinthe, this drink could put an ox on it's ass. Damon put his hands on his face and tried not to let it be known that he was in any sort of pain even if that drink was beating his ass, however a voice not too far from him seemed to be in even more pain. "What The FUCK?! What the fuck is this shit!?" Damon head jerked up and looked over to see Astaroth rolling on the floor in pain, whatever he drank Damon had to remember not to ever drink that stuff. The Potchine was hella strong but there was nothing that alittle alcohol burn could do compare to the gut wrenching pain that ol'Astie was going through he could not help but to laugh, now this was worth not killing him. "Hay Astie! Can't handle your drink? Never knew you could not handle the hard stuff."
It was pure comedy, watching him in pain wreathing on the floor but when Chiru said that he would not die it kinda killed the buzz of it all. Eh, either way it was funny to watch. So it was tea he had? Well there was some things that even he did not take from Chiru especially that tea she had, Damon always thought that there was something funny about it and thankfully he didn't and thanks to how Astaroth was on the floor there was his reason why.
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Post by Chiru on Jun 5, 2007 14:21:50 GMT -5
Chiru turned slightly towards Damon as he spoke about Astaroth unable to handle the hard stuff she seemed puzzled for a moment as she turned towards the two wolves, and slightly wolfish sounds could be heard coming from her throat, in what almost seemed to natural coming from her, slowly her eyes turned and she seemed to smirk softly. "It is not nice to tease someone, Damon... unless you, yourself can handle it." she looked towards the teapot and her smirked turned evil slightly. "Potchine is nice... but nothing can beat the sting the pain of something like a drink that killed so many in her village." she looked towards him.
"Killed almost all those who every touched it. It was a way to prove one was ready, when they could drink a whole pot of this tea. Prove they were a warrior, proved they were able to marry, prove they were worth every ounce of their life and being and it was then they became a true member of the Abbadon race. For a the moment the real hard training began... and so did the hard life that came." she said softly. "The tea, has a way of drowning out the thoughts of all those whom live within the village... for we could know each others thoughts, we could know what one of us were thinking, we were all linked... humans should never have to go though such things."
Her eyes soften slightly, "To hear voices not your own, to have always heard them from the moment of you birth... but that was the only way to keep from going mad... if we weren't already mad..." she chuckled softly at the very thought. "Nightshade tea, a deadly tea, a wonderful tea, beautiful and deadly... she was named after that very tea... seems fitting now... the last of her human race, and no longer even human... forever beautiful, thanks to her healing powers, and well, deadly if you poke her just right." she said with a dark chuckle that seemed to have some other meaning then perhaps what she herself was talking about.
"Astaroth, will be fine, he will never grow used to the stuff, one must be semi alive, ghoul... human... dhapmire..." she said softly. "We... even Astaroth whom is part dragon, you who is wolf... are dead, to the point that you do not require the heart...." she raised a hand to Kisho's head touching him carefully. "There are all kinds of dead... all kinds of madness... without the voices... and yet even with the voices. She herself goes mad..." she leaned over the tea pot pouring another teacup before sliding it towards Damon. "But then again, we are all a little mad in this world are we not? To much knowledge can cause anyone to lose all self control... just like to much hate, to much caring, to much of anything... we all lose control... and it takes someone stronger to stay in control." she smirked softly. "Such ashame she's not that strong without her wolves and her sister." she grinned "but that's the nice thing about being married... if she snaps all she will try to do at first is kill the husband now... then the sister, then well everyone else who gets in her way when she snaps..." she poured one more teacup and turned towards Astaroth.
"Astaroth, how would you like another? Unless you are feeling the madness now disappearing, slipping away... if you still hear those inner voices, think it would be time for another drink... nothing at all like the first time, cause your body already knows... how it should be... it doubles." she looked towards Damon given him a fair warning not to tease the dragon or he'll be next in her little tea sharing.
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Post by astaroth on Jun 7, 2007 10:50:58 GMT -5
"More..." Astaroth had gotten up, staggering and holding his ribs in pain. He didn't know why, but he looked as if the pain subsided. Yet he wanted to feel more pain, though he didn't know why.
"More... I must cure this damn... madness. The pain is good, though I can't feel it anymore."
Astaroth lurched over towards Chiru and plopped down into the chair, reaching for another teacup and hoping to feel more pain. The pain felt wonderful to him, it seemed to remind him of all the pain that he felt, all that he had dished out to others. The memories flew back into his eyes as he sat there in such a daze, waiting for the tea to be poured out for him. For what it became worth, he began to let the blood tears flow, the memories of all that he done wrong, plus the pain of the drink was still too much.
If there was ny regret that he had felt here, it was that he had hurt so many in his attempts to gain power. And it bothered him that Damon was here, razzing him, not even knowing what the hell was going on, but he decided to answer him back.
"So says the emo vampire who got mad that I stole and married his date."
He sniggers to himself a little, although he coughs a bit. The damned tea had him feeling like he had just snorted half a kilo of cocaine and he just wanted to finish the rest. For those who know him, he advocate 'stay in scbool.. don't do drugs. What he is thinking? Astaroth is messed up from tea, as you can tell. This asshole wants more and he hopes that Chiru obliges him.
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Post by Chiru on Jun 7, 2007 13:34:59 GMT -5
Chiru sighed softly as she looked at him, "pain makes you feel does it?" she asked softly as she grabbed the teapot and slowly began to pour him some of the Nightshade mixed with blood. "And here it takes her pain away..." she chuckled softly more to herself then anything else.
Though she knew of the pain, she could never forget the times as a child she laid in bed, rolling in pain, throwing up, unable to even hold down water let alone food. Until she was nothing but skin and bones and for a week she would eat, gain her weight back and then all over again the pain, for a week... she had lost all her baby fat at the age of five, still a baby for the most part, the next four years had been hell but slowly she was able to eat soups and drink water, and by the time she was ten she had moved on to being able to eat solid food though not much, and the next year and half she slowly was able to get back to a normal eating and able to drink the tea without any pain... she had been a special child, but not the only child who had done such things.
To top that off with learning, and schooling. It had been something else, she had been 'ready' to marry at the age of 13... and so her grandfather had started to get things ready for such things. So by the time she was 16 she knew she was to be married to another, a dark skinned man... a man of strength shortly before she was to turn 17... but before that had happened, her whole village, her whole race, had died in a single night... from the greed of men... of humans. She had been turned by something... someone that night. RavenBlack himself... and so had began her unlife. So had began her killing spree with only one vampire able to control her rage, her anger, her revenge... the God of Vampires himself. How fitting... how fitting that something like her had been made and turned by the Lord himself? She chuckled softly as she pushed the teacup towards Astaroth, as her mind kept thinking about her times in this city, how she had left and how she had returned, how she had grown, and the mystery of how she had gotten Madeye to become her father, oh she knew there was more to it but any thought any way of trying to recall those times, ended with more pain that she just didn't feel like dealing with it.
But now she was WhiteLighter's childe, and he would always be her father even if they stopped being blood related. Her eyes darken slightly at this thought before turning back towards Astaroth, "she'll give you one more teacup after this if you require it... but after that... you'll have to control it yourself. Should try to do that now." she said softly before looking at her own tea. "This is a pain relief... or pain giver... but you can't always stay in the pain... it will destroy you far more then the madness will."
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Damon Myst Of Kirin von Mana
Creature of the Night
I am not weak to be apprehended by negative things, Im a trickster who doesn't know loneliness
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Post by Damon Myst Of Kirin von Mana on Jun 10, 2007 0:04:49 GMT -5
All the while Astaroth was rolling around in pain Damon enjoyed it all until Chiru made mention of he having some of the tea, he looked at her with an expression that said do I look that slow to you? Her reason for drinking that stuff was understandable, but to say it was a warriors drink? Maybe where she came from, but growing up in the hard city streets, it takes more then a pot of tea to prove your worth in the world. "You know, you two can keep your little tea party between the both of you. I for one will stay with the sting of hard liquor, anything that could potentially kill or drive me insane? I will try to stay clear from...for the good of everyone else." Damon replied as the cup was passed to him, he stared into it as to look for some cause of the pain, the trouble that Chiru spoke of. But only could see it for what is was, a cup of tea.
"In a way, I assume that it would take one source of pain to rid yourself of another... if thats the case then I'd rather be tormented with myself then further cause myself any further troubles, it's bad enough that I am sharing this vessel with another." Damon looked down at the chrystal that was around his neck which contained the secrets of powers that he only could unlock but had no knowledge of doing to, at the cost of it however would cause him to change into a woman. It was already rumored in the city that he was a female instead of a male but none was too cocky to bring it up to his face, which was probably better that no unnecessary deaths were caused. It was fun but there was a time and place for everything, and even he had limits.
Out of the corner of his eyes he caught the dragon staggering to his feet and to his surprise asking for more of that stuff, was he out of his mind?! Wait...he was. But what was not funny was his damn comment he said about him, Damon took offense to him being called emo and the fact the he had the nerve to rub the fact he married the girl he was going out with. "Look here you, I got plenty of reasons to kill you already! Don't add on to the list, I was gracious enough to not drag your tormented ass downstairs and put you out of your Misery. It's a shame you gloat on your act of desperation for attention cause your first wife couldn't stand your egotistical ass that you had to jump on mine, don't you think you're riding me alittle too much? Why don't you jump off. Besides, while your out handling your problems who you think she cries to? Shut up and drink, it's obvious that your not fit to take care of anything these days." Damon spat at his former sire as he passed the cup of tea that was brought to him, there was no use in wasting it so let him deal with it since he want to wallow in pain.
This was all well and good but as he said he would stick to the alcohol then the stuff they were drinking, that way he gets his buzz and the tea keeps Astaroth off his back, everyone's happy. "Mind if I get some more of that stuff....um..Potchine I think you called it? I'll handle my madness with that stuff, keep the tea."
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Post by astaroth on Jun 10, 2007 7:21:56 GMT -5
Astaroth had taken the second cup of the tea. With that, again he doubled over in pain. It lessoned for a second and then became extremely intense. It was worse the second time around, for some unknown reason. But then it hit him has his talons sprung forth from him, that it was forcing him to shapeshift before them all in such a not so painful way. The sounds of ripping cloth and tearing flesh was clearly audible as he dropped to his knees. WIth a great gush, his wings erupted from his back, bloodied as usual, but there and they were storng. The sinuous tail followed suit, with blood and gore at its tip, the gore concealing the deadly little stinger.
His flesh had rippled and revealed beautiful scales that were like Obsidian in the eyes of so many that watched in horror as the vampire became something else. From the sides of his head came two horns, curved and bony plated and his cheeks and eyes began to sink in, giving his face a skull-like appearance. Astaroth had, in under five minutes, became something different.
He knew Chiru could speak the Dragon language. She had taken the time research. Because either it was that, or deal with telepathy all evening from him until the tea's affects lost its hold on him and allowed him back to look human.
"Thank you. The pain is truly now subsiding, though it forced me to look this way. Such poison no doubt will amplify my own venomous resolve."
Astaroth had heard Damon's remark and could not help but laugh. This was outrageous in its own right. Not only did Damon puff out his chest, he was trying to start another pissing contest with him again. Smoothly and easily, astaroth spoke to him telepathically.
"Damon, speak on what you know. I left Goema because she was a spirit and that I could not endure. I have to applaud you though, trying to get me all riled up with saying Rebecca speaks to you whilst I am out. Why wouldn't she? She sees you as a friend and nothing more. Now if your going to be sore at me, don't get mad because I happened to interest her when you really didn't seem to want to be into her. Far as I know Damon, this tea has made me see clearly now. The pain that I have caused others is to be made right with the things I do in the future. However, you will be fated to my place. For you can't even let go the simple sins. Even now, you are mad that you are finding me inescapable. It drives you mad. Perhaps, you too will day drink this and see where you are headed."
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Post by Chiru on Jun 10, 2007 15:11:40 GMT -5
Chiru closed her eyes given a small nod towards Damon. He had of course that problem as well. "If it makes you feel better, Damon... you look awfully sweet that even she would have dated you." she smirked softly as she looked at him.
She never figured to settle down with a male, mainly because well face it either way she looked at it. She was a rather a problem maker. Not that she ever tried to be such things yet sadly that's what she was. Nightwalker had been a fool to take her own, a bigger fool to want her. Yet had he not been that fool, she was sure that her unlife would not have been as it is now. It was refreshing to have him, and that made it all the more worth wild, because whenever they fight, it just reminded her how much he was worth, how much he proved himself over and over again to her he wasn't a fool, and that nothing could ever stand in their strange but refreshing love, not even themselves.
"Love..." she said softly, "...well in her eyes, one should only give themselves once." her eyes looked towards both of them. "In such a thing as binding and marriage. It's a lifetime... until the end of the world." she mused softly. "But, many marry over and over. Nothing wrong with it... but..." she said looking towards Astaroth as in a warning, "...one who finds someone, someone who will fight, no matter how much you throw at them, no matter what you do to them, and will still come to you, love you, protect you, and give everything up to be with you... that her dear childer, is a love worth having and marrying." she set the tea down and nodded her head for Damon's drink to be refilled.
"Nothing wrong with how others go about it either, but if you are to say something wrong about Damon's ideas on love, and simply because he can not hold one... well then you should take a look at whom you turn to..." her eyes darken. "...because while she never had any other lover, she made it clear to anyone who ever thought about it that she was far to much for them. Those who tried to test that theory learned the hard way she's not a very nice vampiress..." she smirked softly as she looked back towards the tea. "No... each have their own way to find that perfect mate... so best just agree to disagree..." she looked towards them both one more time. "That you each have your own ways... Damon wishes for someone who will fight as much as he would fight for them. Could be that special part of him..." she said looking up slightly. "...and you have your own, two of your childer was it not that you fell for Astaroth? Before you found this one? If anything you should thank Damon, that he did not fight for her, that he understood that she was not meant for him. If anything you should be grateful that he so willingly gave her to you... and did not give her the hard choice of picking his friendship, his loyalty and his protect of her or you..."
She looked at them both for a moment before looking toward Damon now, "and you should be thankful that he showed you just how untrue her heart was for you... at least in the place of lovers." she said softly. Not that it would help either one of them.
She sighed softly at Astaroth's words "You're welcome, but do not use it to much... it... is not always the wise for those not raised for such things... but it does clear the mind does it not?" she said with a little smile. "Of the voices, of the pain, of the billions of thoughts that race though there... it's why we were raise to die or live on it."
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