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Post by • Nicole • on Nov 4, 2008 22:28:08 GMT -5
A change was needed in the world of Illyrian, and who should be the one to make such a change? The devil himself, Diablos. There was no one who was more cynical, more dreadful, more vicious than he was. He had ideas in mind and he planned on putting them into action, but only when the time was right. The world would crumble beneath his power and a new generation would begin. Good would no longer exist as evil slowly took over. All those who were good needed to be eliminated. How would they be eliminated? Other than death, Diablos wasn't one hundred percent on that. Perhaps he could stick them in the darkest chambers of Hell, but could he really deal with that? Undoubtedly; it would be rather pleasant to see those who he opposed in his power. He could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted without Amaterasu breathing down his neck.
The thought of Amaterasu caused a deep growl to rumble in Diablos' chest as he paced along the edge of Suicide Cliff. It was impossible to do what he wanted with her around. If only she wasn't in the picture. He stopped mid-pace and stared out into the distance wondering if it was even possible to get rid of her; probably not. She was the creator of all this, but yet, she still kept him around. He vaguely wondered why but decided it didn't matter. He was still around and that was what mattered the most.
"You will be mine one day, Illyrian," Diablos murmured in his low, acidic voice. "When that day comes, the world will finally be at peace." A smirk tugged at the corner of his scarred maw and laughter rumbled in his throat. To any regular wolf, he probably looked rather insane. But then again, he probably looked insane to just about anyone that saw him; but he didn't mind. As long as he held the power he did, they would be under his control. There was just that one obstacle to get rid of first...
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Post by :://CHI likes to !!P A R T Y!! on Nov 4, 2008 23:24:47 GMT -5
The air swepet through her bloody grey fur and through her shallow soul. Somehow she felt only half of what she was. Is that possible? She was of corse a mere dwelling place for evil beings. She should feel exhilerated. But no. Harlot always felt like there was a big part of her missing. But she couldn't figure it out. She knew it was important, because, no matter what she always felt cold.
Harlot shook the feeling off quickly. Besides, she had everything she could want; Wolves, male wolves who are dieing to do whatever it takes to get at her. She was ofcorse, verry attractive, a realy sexy wolf infact. Sometimes Harlot would need to please two or three at a time. And the best part was that she always got what she wanted. They would even pay with meals and devotion. They swore to protect her, even if she wasent mated with them. Yeah, she was a real whore.
Harlot streaked through towards the begining of the suicide cliff. It was a lovely place. The bloody stench of death carresed her in smooth shivering grasps, stitching a pleasurouse smirk aross her maw. A poision bead of blood rolled down her mouth in longing of a fresher flavor. But she knew it would not come, unless her small, demonic wings that hoovered over her back suddenly grew so she could fly down to look for any survivors. she doubted there would be any though.
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Post by • Nicole • on Nov 5, 2008 0:42:42 GMT -5
Lost in his own little twisted world full of things one couldn't even begin to imagine, he took no notice of the fact that another wolf, particularly another female, was in the general area. He was too involved with his thoughts he soon wanted to put into action, too busy with things that were irrelevant to wolves who didn't think like he did. How was he going to go about these plans he had? He needed to plan and gain acquaintances, ones he knew he would be able to trust, to get them to do what he needed them to do. He would need to grow an army, one that was successful. How easy would it be to manipulate someone into joining? A vague grin spread across his maw as he thought about it; pretty easy.
His thoughts were disturbed as he got the feeling someone else was there. His ears rotated around and listened for the slightest sound, which was soon picked up. "Who's here to bother me now?" came the grumbled mutter as Diablos craned his neck to look over his shoulder. His black orbs of lights spot out Harlot and a feeling of slight annoyance washed over. Was there any place he could go where he would be alone? With a string of muttered swears, Diablos turned his gaze elsewhere abruptly, not wanting to make conversation. Perhaps it would be best just to retire back to Hell, but there was hardly ever any peace and quiet there. It was better than Earth, but he could only handle so much so often.
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Post by :://CHI likes to !!P A R T Y!! on Nov 5, 2008 1:02:32 GMT -5
There, on the edge of the cliff, Diablo stood. It was quite intresting, she though, that he showed himself from the entranceing pits of hell. Probably plotting something. The wafting sent of death and spectacular veiw enticed her to move on. She wanted to see exactaly what was going on.
"Well well well, what have we here," She hissed in a relaxed, non-hostile way, reaching the near edge of the cliff. A shiver shot up her spine, one of pleasure, of tranquility. "Brilliant up her isnt it Diablo?" She noted the horizon, then carried on. "The sweet sent of death is especialy thick today, probably the dead greeting your greatness."
Her wings flicked a few times befor she sat herself down. She didn't want to flatter the Devil too much. Well, not yet at least. Besides, flattery will get you no where. A slow breeze picked up in there direction. She smiled breathing in all she could get, even though the freshness was growing stale. She made a silent promis to herself to go hunt some thing herself for once today. That might be enough to fill that emtyness inside of her, she hopped any ways.
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Post by • Nicole • on Nov 5, 2008 1:21:04 GMT -5
Diablos should have known she was going to say something, and he did; but he wasn't going to respond. All he wanted was time to himself, by himself. Was that too much to ask for? "Apparently so," he growled irritably. He was in no mood to have a conversation with someone, especially when that someone was female. He had just gotten done with speaking to Amaterasu, something he would have rather not done, not too long ago. Their conversation was still in the back of his mind, questions floating around with no answers. What had she meant by there was something she needed to tell him, but it wasn't the right time? He was trying to not let it bother him, but sometimes it crept up and made an appearance. It probably wasn't important anyway; most likely just rubbish.
"What do you want other than to annoy me with your presence?" Diablos snapped, turning his attention to the female beside him. He figured she wasn't going to leave anytime soon - they never did unless they truly didn't want to be around his ominous presence. His eyeless glare bore into hers as if he was trying to see within her, but he was not. It was just a mere glare. With another mumbled string of swears, he turned his attention back to the horizon, then down to the ground below where many had lost their lives due to their own choice. It caused him to chuckle humorlessly as he saw past the blood stained ground and into Hell, but reality soon came back. And that female was still there.
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Post by :://CHI likes to !!P A R T Y!! on Nov 5, 2008 1:33:03 GMT -5
That ominouse smirk spread back across her maw. No, she didn't fear the devil, she respected him, worshiped him, like every heartless wretch should do. She turned her head to stare into his eyeless gaze. She had one simple question, well, for now at least. There was no doubt in her mind that it would lead up to something more. She took into account that it was an honor to even be in the presance of the wolf, the great Diablos, so she made it quick, but to the point. "What are you plotting? Surely something great?" She asked him. She longed to lengthen the question, to give more detaile, a hypothosis, something that could get a detailed answer in return, but she did not want to waste the great Devil's time.
Her tail waved patiantly. Being a pupsitter in her pack, you had to be patiant, even though there where currently no pups in her pack and she did don't want to go through the pain of giving birth. She had already gone through that once, but it was in vain seeing as the pups that where birthed, where dead. Poisoned by there mothers own blood, by her curse, her belling, her power. She hated it. |
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Post by • Nicole • on Nov 5, 2008 1:51:19 GMT -5
Her question caught him offguard, but he played it off rather smoothly. "Plotting?" he questioned, arching a brow in response. "Why would I be plotting something? Is it a crime for me to step outside of Hell once in awhile? Am I not allowed to leave my "throne" to enjoy a bit of fresh air?" His tone was mocking and cynical. So she knew he was up to something, so what? Did she really expect to get an answer, especially when he didn't know a thing or two about her? "Your mortals get less and less intelligent each day. What a pity," he drawled sarcastically with an exaggerated sigh. "Such a shame. Such a shame. Now," he spoke as his attention turned back to her for a moment, "why don't you make this easier on the both of us and just leave me alone? OR," he paused and grinned widely, "why don't I just leave. There's got to be some place around here where I can have some peace and quiet."
With that being said, Diablos pushed his titanic frame up and began to head off with his noticeable limp. He hated that he had that limp; it made him look weak and that was something he hated even more. Well, there was something he hated even more than that, but he would never admit to it. It would, well, make him look even weaker than he already was.
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Post by :://CHI likes to !!P A R T Y!! on Nov 5, 2008 2:08:00 GMT -5
Harlot couldn't help but realease a giggle. "Oh come on," She stated, "Wheres that big bad Devil we all know and worship?" She got up and tratted beside him. If there was one thing she was good at, it was stalking, geting laid and being persistant. Okay, well thats three things but She's still good at them all. "You arn't getting soft are you?" A few more drops of blood scorched the grass, killing the blades almost instantly. "Don't worry, your plot is safe with me. Maybe I could assist. I do afterall, have many male dieing to do my bidding." Her mind ralleyed with sadistic thoughts. Most of the wolves she 'met' would do anything for her, no matter what. It was as simple as a flick of her tail. And if Diablos was plotting, Harlot could bet it infolved power, war and bloodshed. The though of battle made her skin crawl with pleasure. The feeling of fresh, clean blood, rollding down her cheeks was almost to much to resist, The screems that would ring in her ear, a sweet serinade of epic proportions, and the soothing feeling of her claws rakeing through the flesh of her victums. She licked her lips with longing.
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Post by • Nicole • on Nov 5, 2008 13:30:22 GMT -5
"Again, I ask," Diablos growled, his voice full of venom, "what makes you think I'm plotting anything?" It was obvious he was growing fed up with this annoying female, whatever her name was. She needed to give it up; she wasn't getting anything from him. "And if I was even plotting something, why in the hell would I be up here in the mortal realm with you mongrels? You think I'm that stupid?" he snorted and tossed his head agitatedly. What was it with these fools? Were they growing less intelligent as each day passed? Apparently so, but that was in his opinion and that's the only thing that mattered to him. Typical.
"I will also ask you this again - is it a sin for me to be up here?" He paused in his steps as he thought his question over. "You know what, I know the answer to that. It apparently is." He picked up his pace in a rush, ignoring the pain he felt run up his two bad legs. 'Damn those Liches,' he thought silently with a low growl. 'Damn them and their stupidity.' Diablos noticed the female was still following him, though he wasn't surprised. "Will you do me a favor and just leave me alone, tramp? I have no time to deal with you. I know what you want and you aren't going to get it, so go waste someone else's time, alright?" He almost, almost laughed out loud. "And to think you actually think I would give something like that to you." His shoulder shook in silent laughter. "You little Earth dwellers really are ridiculous."
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