Birth of a vampiric paradise!

Rilith stared without a reason into the sofa cushion as her back was turned away. Having been awoke most of the time up til Sieben was feeling his connection with Saiph to have become a certain dread that she would feel it as well, since she has a simlar bond if not a more sensitive. She quietly scorned a little at her husbandÂ’s orders for Tvim although. Despite of her indisposition from previous events, an untouched pride was hurt by his faith in her ability to handle her own, but that will be a discussion taken in later and when the night a bit more quiet.

“You may go over there, if you like…" She dismissed her while turning over to look at Tvim, “I’m fine taking care of things, here and I’m better with argument with my husband…."

She looked over to the cushion where the egg was sitting, waiting for some sort of protest to come out of the lad, and the voice were barely audible even to her sensitive ears, almost dying into a complete A sign of an beneficial event. ItÂ’s almost timeÂ… Rilith whispered while she sat upright, rising from the couch. She took her son into her arms, caressing the shell with care.

“…., although I do hope you not jumping into his fight and make my job a lot harder," She finished with a little chipper note before setting the quiet child down. From another door, figure formed by shadows trotted in.

Niojo stepped in quietly into the temple with less noise than the wind howling into the holes. His nuzzle pushed forward with a growl, pushing one of the villages ahead with him, sensing his mistress need for energy despite her efforts to look like she was high on caffeine. He left the villager there and sat on the floor, waving his tails in observation as Rilith charmed the male victim into a motionless stupor before he realized his capturer has released him, and from there she took her replenishment with romantic demeanor, red eyes and long fangs.

“Just one thing…Could you be sure Shadow and whatever entourage he may gain comes here safety?" She asked Tvim kindly with her telepathy as she was still ‘attached’ to her meal in an embrace.

 

Tvim looked back towards Rilith. One paw pressed against the ground as she looked over her shoulder at Rilith. "But, Sieben ordered me to stay here. I do not wish for the master to become angry with me." she turned completely to face Rilith and a small smile crossed her face as Rilith requested that she make sure Shadow returned safe. She had figured out a way to make it work for both of their advantages. "If, you were to, however, order me to make sure that my brother, if not in blood then in spirit, Shadow, was to return here safe, then perhaps, I would be able to. For Sieben ordered me to watch out for you, and I'm sure that following your orders is taking care of you." Tvim had been feeling cooped up and she really needed to get out. She had in fact, developed a slight romantic demeanor as well when she had seen Rilith dispose of the villager. That was why she had called Shadow her spirit brother.

 

"If he blamed you for something of my doing, then we wouldn't have been together in the first place. I should be able to handle my own here, seeing that Niojo brought more than a little meal" She chuckled, looking grimly as she broke her victim's neck with a twist and set the corpse on the ground gently.

"You let me handle Sieben about something I requested you to do, just go and get your brother and anyone with him out of this line of...fire." She said with an authoritative tone, but her face told her she didn't like using her voice that way. Despite of her position among vampires, Rilith would rather asked like a cousin, without giving statement to her rank or stature.

 

She nodded and smiled. She turned around and took one step out of the door before looking back over her shoulder and telling Rilith calmly "I only requested an order from you because I had recieved an order from Sieben. With that she jumped out the door and went sprinting into th woods to search for Shadow.

 

Jahhar snarled angrily as his attack had no lasting effect on Sieben. Instead, Jahhar found himself parrying Sieben's thrust. However, when Sieben tried to swing his blade at Jahhar, Jahhar blinded by his anger, attempted another verticle slash. As Jahhar raised his arms above his head before bringing his katana down, Sieben's blade ran across Jahhar's chest several times. The dark metal licked across Jahhar's torso, leaving several nasty gashes. Blood spilled onto the ground.

Jahhar staggered backwards into a tree. His own blood left very noticeable stains on his white fur coat. Jahhar felt no pain, he was too consumed in his own anger to feel any pain. From where he was, leaning against a tree, Jahhar shouted at Sieben.

"A cowardly attack eh?! Nothing was more cowardly than you attacking three unsuspecting dragons in Janardan! Much less when they were already wounded from a previous fight!"

Jahhar kept his sun katana held up, pointing towards Sieben. The blood spilling from his chest ran down to his legs. One of the gashes Jahhar had even exposed part of his ribcage. However, Jahhar had more tricks up his sleeve. He was, after all, an android. He let go of his weapon with his right hand and faced his palm towards Sieben. Bits of energy stored from Jahhar's beating heart fueled the 2 bursts of light blue energy fired at Sieben. The shots were well aimed. One was aimed for Sieben's left kidney, and the other for his head. The shots, moving faster than a bullet, but no bigger than a bullet, would tear through Sieben and exit his backside before dissipating. During this time, Jahhar's wounds slowly began to seal.

"A little bored?" questioned Sabata as Saiph raced towards him in her quad-ped form. Sabata timed his counter carefully. When Saiph got close enough to him, Sabata spun around with his back facing Saiph and flipped backwards. Sabata had intended to land directly on Saiph's back, but instead he landed on her flank.

Sabata quickly planted his feet, grabbed Saiph around the middle and yanked her back, just enough so that he was able to drop-kick her gut.

Sabata eyed the blade that Saiph weilded--his blade. He grabbed for her hand which held the blade in hopes of snatching the blade away and gaining the advantage of weilding a weapon.

The events flew by quickly in a matter of seconds, but for Sabata they seemed to take mere minutes to pass by.

 

Sabata had no power to summon fronima and make it do his bidding. However, he was exceptionally gifted, physically speaking. His overall strength, speed, reflexes, and stamina were superior to that of his siblings. Even a dragon like Jahhar who could increase his strength and stamina to incredible heights, at times, could not match Sabata's speed or reflexes. These physical traits were what allowed Sabata to fight effectively against dragons who could work wonders with their minds--who could summon the elements to do their bidding. Sabata had always been jealous, as a young dragon, of those who had the gift to use fronima. It was for that reason that he trained his mind and body vigorously so that he would stand a chance when he found himself fighting a dragon possessing the magical traits that he did not have.

Sabata reacted quickly to the black shards erupting from the ground. Leaping and rolling out of the area that he had been standing on, Sabata narrowly evaded Saiph's attack with only a few shallow wounds on his legs.

Sabata saw Saiph hanging from a tree. One of her hands glowed as she summoned matter.
"No you don't," whispered Sabata as he rushed the tree and climbed it. When he was high enough up the tree. He leapt from his spot at Saiph. The branch Saiph was hanging on broke from the extra weight of Sabata suddenly hanging with Saiph.

The fall was not very far and Sabata made sure that he landed on top of Saiph this time. Sabata looked down at Saiph.
"Afraid to show what I really have?" questioned Sabata. He spat on her face before backhanding her and then bringing his hand back towards her face, this time with extended claws which shredded through the left side of her face. Sabata felt the flesh underneath his claws as he retracted them and made a fist. He threw punches into Saiph's face, starting slowly at first and then speeding up.

Jahhar breathed heavily. He heard Seiben's comment and then felt the top of the tree he was leaning on collapse.
"Couldn't handle the pressure?!?" Jahhar was hysterical at this point. "Its by some miracle that I lived after that-that-that..." Jahhar's voice trailed off as he searched through his ruffled mind for the right word. "NIGHTMARE!"

Jahhar stared Sieben in the eyes. Jahhar seemed to be calm again, his breathing had slowed. Yet Jahhar's calmness was a false mood, just a mask Jahhar used in a meager attempt to play Sieben's game. Jahhar chuckled, softly at first, and then started to laugh aloud.
"I said that you would one day pay for what you did. You destroyed my world, my life. Now I'll do the same to you."

What happened next was extraordinary. Jahhar plunged the sun katana into the ground so that only the hilt was seen above the surface. He then pulled out his eclipse knives. He stabbed them into the ground right beside the hilt of the sun katana. Jahhar held onto the knives as he spoke.
"Even though my adversary cannot be defeated by these weapons, let them destroy this place...."
Jahhar's blood ran down his arms and down the knives. Jahhar's blood from the knives made contact with the hilt of the sun katana. Just then, a tremor ran through the island.

Sabata stopped attacking Saiph and looked over towards Jahhar. He saw Jahhar on his knees with his head bowed in front of Sieben, blood flowing freely from open wounds onto weapons pierced into the planet.

Jahhar looked up at Sieben, his voice barely above a whisper. "You have saved yourself a countless number of times... but can you save this place?... The ones you summoned to this island?..."

Jahhar let out a breath of air and fell before Sieben. He had fallen into a coma. Silence settled.

 

Tvim watched througha few bushes as Jahhar stabbed the sword into the ground. Why would he want to destroy the only place we've ever been completely safe? she wondered. A slight gasp escaped her lips as she saw Sieben changing. She hoped her master would not. could not see her at this moment. Hisscent carried itself to her nose and she took a deep breath. It seemed, a bit different, but enough of his original scent remained to identify him.

 

Tvim sputtered as he walked by. She averted her eyes to the ground as he past her. She looked back and saw him walking away. She jumped up and began to follow him. "But. Rilith asked me to look for Shadow and make sure he came back to the temple safe. I couldn't find him, but then I came upon you." she told him truthfully, wondering if he would belive her.

 

Sabata stayed on his hands and knees as Sieben walked away. He did not look at Sieben, even when he was spoken to, but continued to stare at where Saiph's head had previously been. He held his blood-stained hands in front of his face. Sabata's mind kept replaying the events of the fight.

After staying for what seemed like hours but was actually only a few minutes, Sabata looked over to where Jahhar had fallen. Jahhar wasn't there. Sabata assumed that Sieben had taken Jahhar away. However, what Sabata was more curious to know was whether or not Jahhar had died. He brushed those thoughts aside as he glanced towards the blood soaked weapons Jahhar had stabbed into the soil.

Sabata stood up and looked around for Saiph. He was somewhat cautious, she might ambush him from wherever she now lurked. Sabata crept over to where Jahhar had plunged his weapons in the ground in a futile effort to destroy the island.

Sabata bent down and pulled on the handle of the sun katana. It didn't budge. Sabata pulled again, but harder. The weapon didn't readily come out, but when Sabata had applied enough force, the blade sprang from the ground like a spring-loaded snake from a can of peanut brittle. Sabata stumbled backwards when the blade came loose. The katana stilled glowed somewhat brightly. The blood around the handle sizzled from the heat of the blade. Sabata set the katana down by his side as he pulled up the eclipse blades, which weren't wedged in as tightly. Sabata set the eclipse blades on top of the sun katana.

Sabata gazed over the recovered weapons. He was not sure what his next move was. He needed to get home and get to safety. However, he needed to get Jahhar home as well. Sabata found a way to carry the eclipse blades on his leggings using his belt. He also slid the sun katana carefully through his belt on the left side of his waist. Once he had accomplished this, he turned towards the direction he had heard Sieben leave towards. He began walking in that direction in hopes of finding where Sieben had taken his brother.

Under different circumstances, Sabata might have tried to sneak and assassinate Jahhar's captor. However, after watching Jahhar and his magics fall so easily before Sieben, Sabata decided that careful negotiations would be a better option.

 

The center chamber of the temple was rearranged around the center. The cushions, sofas, and an adjustable dais were lined around the center where an arcane fire pit blazed an mesomorphic pool of opulence light. No evidence of the feeding was present in the sight of the newcomers as the corpses were promptly disposed away, and the black marble tiles were scrubbed away into a shine. The mistress rose from the line of cushions where Saiph made her place, nursing her head from her recent dismissal.

Rilith was cleaned herself from the head and down, her amber blond hair was scrubbed clean for the first time in a year, combing straight into a vertical ocean of sunset color that veiled over the tiny sparkles of her citrine solitaires. She picked out a silk sundress of copper with gold trim out of the chest of garments Saiph pointed out to her before she irritably turned on her side. Her armlets and bangles were polished with her alchemist powers until the goldwork was it was just smelted and cooled into their molds.

The shadow demon found his place in the corner of the fire-pit with his eyes closed but he was not at all asleep. He just watched tentatively as his master seems fruitful with the vitality and cheerfulness that she always has before her terrifying encounter with Rin and his minions. She had every reason to be happy, home with her lover, which she felt approaching the place with every passing second, her body was quelled from the hunger, and her son was lived and free to be born in what looks to be an ideal time. Along paradise and with those she loved and will love soon.

Her son was really just waiting for daddy to come back, resting on the cushions close to the shadow that it has learned to trust. Rilith had removed the time distorting spell that kept him from growing up and dying in the vice that Rin put them in. He felt the warm of his mother as she sat beside him, only feeling it leave as she got up suddenly to see Sieben coming though the door with the entourage that followed.

Although he was transformed, she didnÂ’t pay it so much attention enough not to thoughtlessly approach. She knew it was him, regardless, and he probably would be a little upset at her for overriding his orders with Tvim, but it was nesscery for her. She was uncomfortable being watched over like an child and she had a new birthday to celebrate and on the mutral note, Tvim didnÂ’t like being cooped up here for her either.

She paused in a few paces in front of the center fire-pit and waited as Sieben appeared between the arched door of stone.

 

Sabata shook his head as he walked and turned back around. He started heading towards the jet instead. Negotions, who was he kidding? He didn't have anything to barter with.

[I'll be back for you, Jahhar,] thought Sabata to himself.

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As the jet took off, Sabata sent a message to Kama.

OOC: Be back in a week. Have fun without me.

 

Tvim was ashamed. The other guard was still there. She lowered her eyes to the ground and moved closer to the fire before settling herself on the floor, staring into the flames. Not making a sound, she figure that Sieben and Rilith would need to talk for a while, she decided to let them alone.

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Gah, caught up in a ton of stawf. Sorry to everyone - again - for vanishing. I'm back now for, maybe, about a week.</td></tr></table>




It mattered not that the beast had contorted. Being, now, 100% pure vampire, Ivumo's eyes had totally glazed. There was now only one goal, and nothing would stand in his way. Craning his head down out of the way so that the acidic vapour would - at most - touch his ears; his wings reached their zenith, the muscles at the base of his wings snapped taut, bringing the rigid, yet sore, bone tips down into the defensive barrier the creature had set up. The Vampiric Poltergeist felt the limbs held within the tightening grip of his giant tail crack off only to be instantly discarded. Finally, his claws had drawn upon their target; pointing each of the blood-black tips at the skull of the ethereal being, there was no preset intention. Ivumo was spectating what his body would do, numb to the pain. In essence he had swapped places with what he had locked away his whole life. This island... this place... sucked the disease to the very surface of his skin like a violent stigmata infected with corporeality. He felt, deep inside, that he was no longer playing the same game as most others. This was over time, and the judges were on holiday.

The animalistic claws ground against something like metal, pulling down to the ground. Ivumo's frame sunk into the ground; his claws landing hard against the arid soil, whipping his tail back. In his never-before-seen quad form, all the hairs across his spine stood the tallest, looking a lot like a fiery Mohawk, all the way down to the very tip of his tail, which was slashing away at the ground. Enduring mere seconds, of immobility, Ivumo bolted forward, digging up the ground behind him with the speed. Giant muscles twisted about his neck, allowing for fang-laden jaws to jam into the torso of his mal-configured opponent, clamping together - peeling back his lips and dropping his brow, making his scarlet ocular into near invisible plates. Vehemently, the muscles wrenched themselves back around in one sharp, accented tear, pulling his head back upright. All the while, his low, guttural growl sounded like bubbling lava.

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<span style='color:skyblue'>" Yes my leige, if you would like to come with me my blue vampiress... and bring your escort... he would not be welcome amoung these people"</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>Shanu tilted her head around to look over the fine figure standing some ways off to one side. She could sense that things were going to get troublesome for them both anyway, yet, talking to Khumdap was like not being in the middle of danger - or near the King of all Vampires Himself. She felt calm and collected. However, upon hearing those gentle, insisting words, the royal blue femme patted the wild cat on the head before standing to her full 6 feet. With a soft nudge, Shanu encouraged her highly defensive brother to do as he was, indirectly, told.</span>

<span style='color:yellow'>"He looks more fun than freaky over there. Anywho, all these 'dragons smell bad. It's like we're the only ones who wash."</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>Giving Dumu her unwavering, innocent smile, he licked his upper set of teeth and nodded. The dual striped 'dragon, too, stood to his full 9 feet, glancing down at the satisfied stare in crystal blue, golden highlighted eyes. Virtually spinning on her heel, Shanu padded lightly over the black terrain and passed Shadow's right shoulder.</span>

<span style='color:yellow'>"Coming?"</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>A question aimed at both, aided by the half turn of her head, causing some of Shanu's illustrious hair to slide down from over her shoulder and collect up again among the rest. Her brother, fractionally irritated by the arrogance of Sieben, shrugged off this display of violence, concerned more for Shanu's well-being. If Shadow proved to be too much, then a 1 on 1 would be a lot easier, as it always was. Nevertheless, it had seemed that Dumu had somehow lost his ability to command the attention of others, like he was required to to get his second stripe. Shaking his head sharply, his long, trademark spiky hair whipped from side to side, ultimately residing in its original, seemingly unaltered position. Trailing but only a few feet behind her sister, Dumu gathered his thoughts up again, regaining the air of confidence he had lost previously. Eyeing this apparently courteous, mannerly vampire with regal blue eyes, he slowed his pace as he approached, as if to say, "You first".

Placing one hand on her necklace, Dumu felt a heat around his neck through his own.</span>

<span style='color:yellow'>'Sokay...</span>

<span style='color:skyblue'>So many meanings... but he got them all, smiling to himself.</span>