<span style='color:green'>Timestamp!: Day: 24 Month: Mia Year: Year 81378 </span> Wandering through the deep halls of the Adamant Empire, feet paasing in their small clicks on the metalic sheen of a dust ridden floor showing the reflection of a odd looking yet exotic looking pendragon female. Her breasts distened in a deep breath that convaed her whole chest as the pale slaty oculi stared about with a apprehention of fright and admiration for what was here like a oogle of rare cadies in a candy store for a young childe but nought of what it was. the thickly furred body bristle up form a sheer blast of cold air that touched on to her naked flesh of black which was a rare feat for oxygen and other biochemicals which was her brother Aiden's expertice not her as the echos entressed with her heavy breathing in to shattered clouds and shimmers of things not there. Walking on pacing delicate designs carved in to the floor with a black in lay of marble or an onyx with with hte blue lips pursing eyes alight watching looking observing and examining everything about her body. Her one wing fluttered violently again she pursed the blue lips as if they were thick in tension or from some unbreathable substance lurking about the halls like the loch ness monster of a scottish lake and lurked in childerns dreams. She had that feeling shiveirng up the base of her spine to the nape of her neck walking on a quicker pace to a junked machina which was huge with some of its parts falling form it in icy clutches of the enviroment. that feeling seemed to niggle in her mind it pestered what was a process of thinking to press amonst it so with her lips curling in a sneer to the air thinking may be it was the chilling aura of the whole palce surroned with a incaving moment as if it was to falling the icy sea and never be returned to the air. Phantoms seemed to scape around the pillars that molded high to its celings and posts nests for colder climate fowls or birds as one pressed it. A fount of knowlege was so untapt here about the old ruins and Machina wanting to find Talis and bug him with the reptetive questions on things about this palce why every one dissapered and he was the only one left to tell about it. " God damnit. its kinda nippy" Her vocie chittered soflty rich, lulling lik ea muse or a siren of a warmer climate sea, audits flickered to and fro as she raised a paw up to scratch behind it and at the heavy silver rings going from larges at the base to smaller twards the fourth one. A warm flume of her breath scanceled out a negative chilling air knowing she spoke ot her self or her personal demons or some one else that could of been lurking behind the granite pillars and their shadows with the murky little cloud standing still locking her knees before turning about in a full radial circle to get a viewing scop of a large great hall. It felt magiacal most like a happy moment form a memory so far behind her now when she was still a young one with her older brother whom dissapered suddenly as iff always busy and parents whoms topt caring the momeory was of them bieng all together for her entering of shcooling. she was very intellegent for her age it would seem more above her level and over the top with it so intrested in languages, or more likes of sightless fighting, Tactics and of course Machina Technologies. Being more personally envolved on what would happen with those three trades she decided to press in her life more or the less with eyes widening looking up at the rafters with hollow noises of wind whipping about the tunnels. As soon as her head came back to the eye levels of the room moving for wards to a machina to exmanine it and tinker a bit in intrests of its state and what it ran on and so on and so forth. how carbonated.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I'm so sorry! I had my Sixth Form Ball and I had to prepare for it! It was on the Saturday just gone so I'm back now until Saturday when I'm going to Venice for a week. I'm so sorry! :'( And Your post is awesome! Mine's going to be rubbish until my muse for him returns :'(</td></tr></table> High above her, flying silently in the cool air and invisable to an untrained eye flew Medhsnuja. His large powerful form was watching her with his crimson orbs. Unconciously as he followed her in the air, he kept licking his lips as he observed how her body was formed so delicately. Oh how he wanted to feel her breasts against his torso! The power-and-female-hungry male watched as she tinkered with the machinery. She could be useful. Very useful. In many ways. He flew down a little to get a closer look at her without alerting her to his presence. He observed how her body curved smoothly and how her multi-coloured fur shone with silkiness. His body was aching for him to just grab her and take her. But he wanted to toy with her. His tail flame burned a reddish colour, pulsating with the constant throb of his manly functions as he hungered. He couldn't just take her there and then. Well, he could but he liked to play first. He flew down on his ebony feathered wings a little closer. He was like an angel as he hovered there, and yet no God wished to have this one as their angel. Unless there were of the Darkness and evilness that Medhsnuja contained in his soul. His crimson eyes glittered more and his breathing began to get quite heavily laboured. He had to begin the game or he'd have to take her. Chilly? Not in my presence you won't be. Not with my body against your perfect one... His voice seemed to boom huskily from everywhere. She'd have trouble trying to locate him as he looked down on her from above, awaiting a response.
Nhadala started to prickle up getitng nervouse, her from quacked at a boom of a deep husky male voice that sounded around the room in a terrifying way of amplification. Occulars went glassy at the noise perking the rounded furred ears with jingling of the heavy silver rings as her brows narrowed down over her occulars furrowing pufifng up a bit before it sleeked on a curvy yummy frame of a female. Pooching her pale fragmented lips together nestling down more tinkering with clinks and fizzels of electric wires of connection concentrating on this certain thing trying to ignore the voice and the errie feeling about the air waves. billows of her fur puffed up from the niping of the wind speaking out again her voice calm not shaken chitteirng her fangs a bit. " what ever is out there................... it isn't that hcilly" she lied blantantly her fur was still growing in its winter coat to turn thick and puffy like a small multicolored marshmellow puff. Waiting for a reply standing up with her joints cracking form her hips, knees, ankels and toes which clicked the slick polished with dust flooring. Yawning her maw peeling opening flashing of bone white fangs and black gums jaw joints crackling like a fire with dry logs on it. She was getting spooked a bit but started to regain her clam form a chilling wave of air that splated on to her body intense as if it was a wave from a large ocean. Her foot paws paced for wards in to the middle of the room away from the machina staring up at the carved rafters moving for wards down another hall to another large open room with ice crystals and more machina parts to stare at and oogle. thoughts ranged about her cranium pallid eyes stared at the air that shimmered translucently humming to her self to keep a sane mind. . oi.
Medhsnuja watched her carefully, unconsciously licking his lips He flew down a little more so that he would be just out of arms reach if she turned around behind her. His body ached harder as he could smell her scent and his tail flame pulsed faster with hunger for her. "I think you're lying to me... Are you scared of me?" His voice boomed once again from all over the room, having no specific source. I must stay in control.... No matter how much my body screams for her.... I must... He thought to himself as he yet again licked his lips. He wanted to reach out and touch her, trapping her in his strong muscular arms, and rendering her powerless. But the game had only just begun. He had to wait a little longer. "You're not going mad if that's what you think.... I can make you mad if you desire.... I will do anything you ask...." Within reason....
Narrowed the slated eyes pallid with thoughts as she stood straight backed as a pillar, Remaining in thought weighing these words that the male coerced from his maw she knew it was a male Pendragon a big one fromt he size and amplitude of his voice. A ripple of her muscles under the thick pelt of fur and mixed fur feathers moving for wards in the center of the large room wel the room that she moved in to through the annexed wall way of crumbling mortar and such that. Nhadala stool in its murky middel on the slick rounded insignia it looked like it was glass with a odd statue carven trapt udner the thick of it with its immortal jems and eyes unaffected by weather now. Lips parted as a heavy warm breath rolled off her tongue she moved away from the odd feeling she had were she stood to a middle of a large great room where people would of passed on their way to differnt rooms, gardens and hall ways having that feeling the voice came from behind her but still she was itchy for moment. " If you could do anything then why not show your self or. heal a wing that has been torn form my shoulder. " Sorting out fragmented glassy clouds of warm oxygen, her voice deep and mythical to its pensive solution for the problem that was about her like a jacket of terry. Her Lithe frame curved a bit in her moving aorund in a full 180 degree half circle then does the same to theother side as her pelt was shinning glossy from grooming. A thick tail wriggled and wrapt about her slender leg with audits perking up in a jingle of metal and jems, swiveling them about bititng her lower glazed lip. Crakcling her lower vertabrae to relive a tension forming closing the Occulars under velvet curtains of her lids, eye brows reformed back to a neutral state of mind pausing tyring to clear her mind of it. still she quivered form the distant deep voice of a male being shy about that.
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>I'm sorry for the wait. I've recently come back from Venice and then I had a weeks worth of school work to sort out before I broke up for summer yesturday. I'm back fully now I think ^__^</td></tr></table> He watched how he'd gained control of the female with such skill and ease. Dark chocolate orbs watched her intently, observing how her body was formed and how glossy her coat was. His crimson tongue ran hungrily across his lips, revealing his fangs if he'd been seeable, wanting to feel her own soft lips against his maw. Careful....careful. You want to keep your control, not to loose it because you make a silly mistake... he thought as he watched her turn in a full circle, providing him with a view of all her slender bodice. Her words came cooly to his sharp audits which pricked upwards, intently caputuring the tone and the words alike. "Heal your wing? I could do that.. But would you try to escape this place if I did?....." His voice was softer, but it still seemed to come from all directions as he gently lowered his body to just above the ground, gently hovering on his leathery draconic wings.
Stared upwards retaining some diginity as iron colored lips pursed a thin milky line on her slender maw shifter her weight about as her frame moved quickly to the slick wall pinning her back to a slick surface of the walls of the circular hall. Pallid oculars darted side to side irratated at this before but calming her internal ecosystem as her back slide down and her rump on to the dust bitten flooring her voice deep resonant. Nhadala Laughed once before her voice rushed out a calypso of words a shroom of wind carrying her voice to his ears to listen like a whisper. "If you can do it now. its embaressing to have one wing..the only one in your whole class whome canot fly even if I depended on my life for it........" Audits perked and swiveled hands pressed palm flat on the foor shooting her self up a draconic like way her body snaked with the thick tail balancing it out easily if wafted air she could sky dive and float...but never flown. Her belly gurgled in anticipated hungers snorting as her left foot paw clicked the long daggery claws in sharp sounds that boucned like echolocations he was smart enough to know that the voice wasn't magics period but from a male whom could throw his deep voice. knowing the sounds would boucne from a thick frame as her lips curled back in a sneer showing the crystalline fangs taitned with the ivory colored gums irratated by a htought that zipt in her frame of mind set sighing a deep cold breath from the oxygen aobut her drenched in water it would see,. Still this place was beautiful may be she could ignore the voice and move on to a lower level or higher wanted to explore and bring some of the machines to life and take notes and design sketches. The Soft fur thick and satin like to a rough hand it would seem in its gloss of well groomed femalestill this held her intrest in whom the male was neither that she needed a name. She wanted to open up her eyes.
Medhsnuja watched her, feeling for once in his life, a little pity for the female. He observed her torn wing and thought carefully. He could heal her easily. It'd be incredably painful though, no matter the way he did it. He flew down so that he was standing right in front of her, his feet claws making a soft click, almost unaudiable, on the floor. He observed her a little closer, trying to think of the best way to succeed. It'll have to be the worm... he thought. The only way I can guarantee it will work is using a deamon worm. This will be increadably painful, but it will work. I will only do it if you promise not to escape and not to frighten the worm. It will have to insert itself inside the wound and work its magic. If you frighten it, it will probably begin to eat you alive. Do you still want me to do it? His voice was softer and more gentle, sounding also much more mysterious and husky. It still was being projected around the room, bouncing off the pillars and machinery, causing metallic echos to cascade around the room. His leathery wings fluttered silently as a cold chill blew through the room, also causing his long silky ebony hair to move kitelike behind him and his dark long fur to ruffle slightly in the breeze. Not that she could see this of course.
Stared forwards as if she could see him and such light lips pursed again as the dappled fur rose up in the deep billows of chilly hair of the ecosystem her mind was held couriouse for his voice perking her ears up she could hear the claws click ont he flooring quite easily. Her cranium tilted as her hand pressed for wards pressing right on his chest how could she know as her amusment grew, it was easy to know of her sightless fighting was more the useage of hearing, touch, air waves and others body heat. It was much more warmer than it was before the 5 minutes of the male landing in front of her, eyes glittered as thought they were blind but not at all slatly inserts of them were iredecent. " Your infront of me... Easy. yes. Its not really a wound its an unbirthed wing that hasn't come out yet. your very amusing for a male, taunting and trying to scare me. Your toes were clicking on the marble flooring do you thing I couldn't hear that after all sightless fighters resign for their Hearing being immaculate and the warmth that is radiating form you. " Her palm was presed flat on the broad of his chest, Nhadala grinned as her audits swiveled about easily the clink of heavy silver rings adorning in their holes pierced fruitfully. clicking her own claw toe son the flooring the noises soft a perlude as things were decaying of their distressed states lips curled up wards almost to her pitete nose. The ocean swelling and smacking on the tall cavernouse cliffs, watching the era infornt of her frame duskily. "just do it myy pain threshhold is extremly high after having 1000 pounds of machina on your bodice. and other things done to you that would crawl people from their fur." Her breaht lolled off a pallid maw waiting for an answer of twilights caress.
Medhsnuja cursed having long claws for a second as he heard he speak. As she placed her warm hand onto his broad chest, he fought the desire to pull her to him properly and his tail flame was pusling a dark crimson red. As she knew exactly where he was, he decided that there was no point cloaking himself anymore. He muttered something sounding like gobble-di-gook under his breath and the cloak was lifted, showing him to her in his full glory. His large body was taller than hers, towering above her at about 6 foot 2. His crimson eyes looked down at her with interest and his hands moved from his sides to place them gently on her hipbone. What a clever one you are.... Clever and beautiful.... If it's an unbirthed wing, we won't be needing the worm afterall... I can do that myself. He let go of her hipbone and moved behind her to look at where the wing should be. He placed one warm hand on the correct spot and muttered something. A dark red glow could be seen around his ebony hand and underneath, her unborn wing would be beginning to form. Don't move a muscle or else this will go wrong... He said in her ear, as his other hand wrapped itself around her waist, drawing them closer together.
Just careened of amesmeric blush she was absolutly still for this, it was strange letting some unknown touch her in his manner. Billows of her fur raised up from the intoxicated wind that swirled merkily about dappled almsot caressing the big males body in soft and light tickles from the tips of the luxury of it. Her mind worked simply in her head, couriousity on the males behavior twards her was out wards very clingy almost needy of female attentions mrrring a little bit a gentle vibrations coming from her torso in to his hand. She was starting to enjoy his company very much he was warm and seemingly inviting to be cuddly with but looks could be deciving as she knew and never let her gaurd down on him. Lips arted in sweet breath trying to spark up a conversation with this male woms eemed intent on her int he first place. " so......who are you? and where are you from and such that... i am Nhadala......" Shivered along her spinal chord being drawn closer to his male body of jet black and dark proportions, he was indeed much larger than her 5'8 status looking at his hand that cradled her feminine hip. Shifting her weight unotically mrring against at his hand. Dusk.
Underneath his hand, he could feel the stirrings of her molecular structure as it began to change. He had to form the bone part first at the joint before progressing onto the muscles and ligaments and then making the wing seeable before making it look like her other wing. He noticed how she was gently shifting her weigt on her feet without disturbing her upper torso to dislodge his hand. He smiled softly to himself before concentraing on what he was doing. Her words broke the silence in the room, sounding soft and pleasant. I am Medhsnuja. I live where I please, go where I please and do (mostly) what I please. It's nice to finally have a name to your beautiful body and soul.. He felt her shiver slightly under his touch, and it wasn't a cold shiver. His smile broadened again slightly but he didn't release his hand from her hip at all, nor did he loosen her. Then he noticed that this was the part when it got painful.. Don't be surprised if the pain cripples you for a while..... The bone's beginning to form from your back.... This will hurt you a lot from here on in... I'll support you if you fall.. He said softly, just as the molecules began to fuse together....
Nhadala gave a snort gritting the crystalline fangs together slowly feeling each bone create anew a burning sensation radpid in her body than pain. Her tendrils seemed to write turning their odd colors a anomolies now a deep blood red as if an internal disfuse eyes closed tightly a bit never felt a making of bones only the reknitting of them. Claws clicking on the grit of the floor almos they sounded like nails on a chalk board her couriousity was stunning her making her eyes droop in sleepy fashion. Lips peeled in a odd fashion so surprising of a small female, air cascading wanting ot arch up her uppper vertabrare and snap it ina few crackles and itch where the missing wing was. " Hmm Really now? " A limber brow of deep blood red that now matched teh tonement of her eye brows arced and dissapered in the thicket of locks. trying to sparka conversation with the odd male of 6 foot 2 with his hand locked about her hips and a hand reforming the wing lips twitched speaking sielntly again. " Intresting you seem to like o compliment me also... your name is pretty dark for a big boy like your self. " Voice flowing like water, slowly waiting for this looking about a broken up room once filled in great amminocity. a palce where machina was top and prime with intrests soaring int he sky like birds, lips pallidly presse din a line and dappled fur presse don her wired bodice. thoguths careening smoothly like sailors ships on the high seas, so old and differnt.
Medhsnuja noticed how she wanted to move away from his "healing" hand as the bones formed, and inwardly he chuckled. He also noticed that her body was weakening slightly, so he held her to him a little more closely, not jarring his "healing" hand once. She was talking to help ignore the pain, he knew that, it was also something a lot of his victims did to try and "butter him up" and change his mind about killing/harming them. Nhadala was safe though. Unless she tried to hurt him first. Underneath his hand, the bone socket for her wing was complete and the other bones were beginning to form. He first created the tendons and muscles to the wing socket, trying to save time later, before he began the process of the wing itself. He chuckled deeply when she mentioned his "dark name." Ah my dear, who said I wasn't dark or evil? If I were a normal "good" being, I wouldn't be creating your wing for you would I? It's against "all the rules of Fronima and the Gods." He left the idea hanging, smiling softly and revealing his shimmering pearly white natural fangs. He liked having her so close to his torso, able to feel her body heat cleanly in the chill that was trying desperately to overtake the room. And why shouldn't I compliment you? You're worthy of being complimented...You're so beautiful...
Nhadala raised her brows a bit she didn't want to move, her pelt thick for wintering season as lips of iron pursed as her odd tattoos on her forearms glittered as if they were sheets of metalplaced from bone up to the flesh. the applied pressure was great on her shoulder as she shivered in a tremor of pain she was begining to wilt against the large male she wasn't going to harm him or try to unless it was needed. Nhadala never thought to butter up it was natural the way she spoke in slurrs of her odd purple tongue in the narrow maw as audits flickered again listening to the wave soft air weave about as lips curled up in a smile speaking again. "I dunno no one ever really compliments me on my looks only my intellegence." Inquiry for footnotes to know more about whom was holding her tightly as if a lovers embarace as bones formed with the tendons and muscle structures her hair morphing differnt colors yet again. Her star shapped pupils dilated large looking at the mahcina in a dizzy reflect. Speaking again to keep her self in focus. "so why are you here?"
Medhsnuja could feel the pain that she was feeling in the current connection that they shared fractions before she shivered and leaned slightly on him. He continued his gentle-but-firm grip on her waist, ready to catch her if she fell. Behind his torso his lion-like tail moved slowly side to side, the tail flame burning crimson still and pulsing harder and faster, half to do with the drawing of energy for his dark sorcerery and half to do with his desire for Nhadala. No one? Seriously? Well, that proves how shallow some pendragons can be... He said softly in reply to her comment on the dealing of compliments. He noticed again how she seemed to be weakening, and having trouble to focus. Stay awake Nhadala please.... I need you to keep talking to me.... We can pause a second and sit on the floor if you'd like.... It might be easier... He said reassuringly, for he didn't want her to pass out as then she'd go all floppy and it was more likely that he'd make a mistake and move his hand whilst still casting. He then proceeded to answer her question. Why am I here? I like it here. It's quiet, peaceful, secretive, everything a dark sorcerery and deamon caller could ask for really. What about you? Why are you here?
Yawned deeply crackling her lower verabrae in loud snaps causing her self to reawaken snorting a few icy crystals form her nostrils in a airy way smiling lightly. Raising her brow that dissapered in writhing tendrils pausing before speaking to Medhsnuja her feet started to throb like one would in a convention center packed in brim of bodies and walking slow. " Yeah no one does... Can we pause to I can sit it would be easier on my back legs........ The reason I am here is for the machina. I am here wit a grup of peopel whom I lead like students. such that" Watching as the male seemed to furrow his brows at her blinking placid ly up at him feelings stirring fahtomlessly in her core.
He blinked his crimson orbs a second and the red glow around and underneath his hand disappeared. He took the hand away, revealing a huge bump under her skin where the bone had formed. He smiled at his handiwork so far before turning his attention to her eyes looking at him. Such pretty eyes...such a pretty girl... He thought silently as he smiled at her. He let go of her waist, instead taking one of her small and dainty hands and he sat on the cool floor with his broad back leaning on a piece of machina and his own large leathery wings folded away out of sight almost. His crimson eyes sparkled with unusual kindness towards her as he smiled and looked at her. Come, sit down and rest a moment. He patted the floor infront of him, opening his legs open like a V so that she was close to him. The room was getting colder, causing what the younger pendragon's called "dragon breath" as he breathed out. He wanted her close to him mainly because of the sorcerery but also to have him just close to her beautiful body. PLus they could keep each other warm. Are you cold? In a lot of pain? I'll try and numb the next part as that's going to hurt... I've got to slice open your back....... So, you're like a teacher? And there's more people around or have they gone already? I haven't seen anyone here at all except for you....
Sat down plumply inbetween his legs gently laughing as the skin and fur already started to split right open for it, shaking a bit almost laughing. Lips curled up with start shaped pupils the right size to be seen in the endless sea of slate and mirth, speaking sielntly to him. " No i am not cold..winter coat.....No pain really much it just tickles.....My students are all over the place.....I only have four of them about...." Nhadala started to mrrr again smiling up as her pink otngue flickered fromt he narrow maw and at the corners of her lips, a catatonic way of thoughts day dreams scaping their way in her mind staring off for a bit as if focusing on a pillar.
Medhsnuja listened to her slurring words carefully, a small frown forming on his facial features. He wasn't sure if she was telling the truth, but decided to play along. He peered at the tear in her skin where it had already split under the pressure. It looked quite cleanly split, her innocent blood dripping slowly from the wound. He'd clear up afterwards. Alright... If you're sure... Should I continue? He said quietly, his maw against the side of her head and his dark lips wanting to kiss her. His tail very slowly and hesitantly creeped round his body and wrapped itself around hers, making visable the crimson flame, pulsing steadily. One of his hands couldn't stay still any longer and moved to Nhadala's hair, gently running his clawed fingers though it before touching her face gently.
