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Subject Post 1PostSubject: The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]   Sat Jul 15, 2017 2:56 pm




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Old. . The passage of time had worn this place so. That was inami’s initial thought as her hand gently brushed against the wood that had been bleached bare by the light battering down upon it from the ages. Her eyes glancing up at the stars that permeated the sky, as if to bathe in their twinkling glow. Her heterochromatic eyes took in their splendor and brilliance, her moon kissed palm raised as if reaching and beseeching the heavens, fingers poised as if to capture the sky.

Her lip curved up in a beautiful arch, a sneer if there ever once one as she thought about it. Her need for solace had compelled her here, to a remnant of a bygone era even before she was born. So as she stood here in the shadow of the Khogno Tarni monastery in mongolia alone she felt comfort in her decrepit soul.

Mired in scorn and apathy, the queen of chaya nation walked into the decaying ruins, her hair with it’s many hues draped around her neck and curving to the contours of her bosom. Her feet stirring up motes of dust as she stepped on the floors that had stood for many hundreds of years, her ears picking up the sounds of mice scurrying in the darkness.

Of the denizens that had moved out once humanity had left and nature reclaimed its rightful place as ruler. Bats hung in the broken eaves above, and the baying of wolves in the distance broke the silence of the night. The queens lucid gaze looked at the remnants of a tapestry, depicting a deity or god that had long since been forgotten, and weariness flashed in the eyes that mocked everything humanity stood for.

Her hand raised slowly, gently caressing the weathered fabric which was mottled with decay. This is what she wanted, she wished for everything to look like this, to let the world flow in the way it was meant. So why did this place bring out of her such a sensation of loss, of regret?

”..They return to the soil. “

She thought with a bemused grin at her own expense.

”..Yet i am eternal.”

This time the smile was self mocking as she laid down and looked up at the ceiling, her clothes dirtied by the soil and sediment tracked in by animals once this place was abandoned by humans. Rodents scurried by without heed of the monster in their mist, and the queen of chaya closed her eyes and drank in the quiet tranquility.

There was peace
There was Quiet
She didn’t have to put up a facade.
She didn’t have to mock the naivety of others
Nor did she have to scorn.

No, instead she could lay here in the dusk and bask in the majesty of all that she thought was right, and accept herself and her own broken soul. She could drink in the muck of emotion that tainted her existence in such depravity and truly appreciate how far she had fallen. Ideals she once had long lost. Determination she once gain long forgotten. Only the madness and the chaotic shadows of her past were left in her mind, and she couldn’t even fully appreciate those anymore.

The liberation of her mind had long caused the emotions she once had to become skewed and contorted. The highs had become higher than ever before, but the lows had become crushing. Looking in the face of eternity which spanned before her, she felt a sense of desolation that momentarily infringed upon her heart.

Her hair fanned out upon the dirtied floorboards. Her gaze glancing through a hole in the ceiling above to see the moon. A breath of tainted air leaving her lips to whisper away in the wind. Eventually inami’s lips slid from a smile and into the softest of frowns and she wondered not for the first time.

How much farther was she going to fall?



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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]   Sat Jul 15, 2017 3:18 pm


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Mongolia. Generally considered the middle of nowhere - because it was - and thus left along by most people. Of course, the wolf that was Mirja was not most people. She was about as far from most people as people who put the water into tea first were from humanity. And tea was sort of the reason she was here. Some people - because people actually lived here, which was pretty dam amazing considering there was nothing but horses and hollows - had found a way of making strange new herbs that went brilliantly with her tea. Some method of drowning the herb as it grew sparked a chemical reaction within it.

However, before she managed to get to the settlement, she was thrown off by a strange and not exactly foreign feeling. Her energy perception wasn't what could be called sharp compared to most others, but it was still pretty good. So she came out of her Slip-Stream and sniffed about a bit. Her nose was vastly superior to her other senses, after all. And loth, she did smell something that she knew. A sad, soft melody of the soul, someone that Mirja had been hoping to run into, but had no idea how to go about it.

So she headed off in that direction, appearing before Inami like the silent wind across the steppes that they dwelled in. It was possible that the girl didn't realize Mirja had arrived, but Mirja had her clocked as one that was very tuned into her surroundings, even when she seemed to be going through what looked to be melancholy. But then demons were strange, it could just as easily be gastric distress. Between Arianda, Kimitsuki, and Henrex, Mirja's perception of Demons was wacked out.
"So, what would a beautiful girl like you be doing all the way out here with nobody to keep you company? The gods weep when someone as radiant as you is all alone" she said. Mirja was a smooth flirt, as she had a lot of experience, despite her lack of desire to go anywhere beyond the initial flirt.

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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]   Sun Jul 16, 2017 9:07 pm




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”..Beauty in nature always belies danger.”

Inami’s reply was without inflection, emotions drained and drab. Satire in the driest sense of the word humbled the temple that they stood in, reverberating as a low murmur against the walls that stood the test of time. She had long since sensed the being that had come. And with her sensitivity she had gathered who it was by the meager output of energy that they let permeate the air around them. They had met but once, but then again once was all that was needed wasn’t it?

She snickered softly in the darkness, a sigh heaved from her chest as it depressed the air escaping from her nonexistent lungs. She was a vassal comprised of energy at this point. Stronger than her mortal shell, beyond the limits of mortality and something more. Yet what was the point of all this power, strength that could topple nations was just that, strength. Nothing more than that.

Ah, how the motes of dust mesmerised her blackened soul. Their crystalline like radiance dazzling against her supernatural gaze. The motes that swirled illuminated by starlight. Almost as if the wolf was not there the queen let her hand slowly pass through it’s stardust visage, dispersing the particles which swirled in miniature vortexes around her palm. Her lips curled from the frown into a soft. . mellow smile, just the corners curved up.

”..Ah . . i couldn’t answer even if i wanted, maybe i just sought the solace of silence.”

Couldn’t answer was a very astute observation on the demonesses part. Because the lingering emotions that roiled within her were so conflicted that any answer she gave would lead upon itself falsehood, merely a gander to delve into her own psyche to glean the answers her reaching hands had failed to grasp. Yet, maybe it was because of the honesty she had with herself that the wolf would see a sight that hadn’t been seen the past year or so.

The blackened hues and pink-topped hair faded. The eyes that were mismatched changed. Her curvacious body receeded her clothes folding inwards on herself to let them fall outwards baggy and oversized. Eyes of amber soft haunting with their emotions stared luminous in the dark. Her petite body, possibly not even five one in height sat up, her clothes pooling around her. The frailty of this form , it’s innocence maybe befitted the previous inami who had sought the world in its fairness.

Yet this to looked tired as she parted her lips, a quick smile of wicked depravity curling upon her lips, she asked in a voice that was merely tired and haunting.

”..Aren’t you afraid of being alone with me, the big bad villain?”

She made tiny grabby motions as if she was going to do unspeakable things to the wolf, wiggling her fingers for sarcastic theatrical effect. Her knees gently curling inwards to press against the modest bust of her chest. Those cavernous cloth sleeves hiding the hands that slid from them.

The whine and whimper of wolves in the background receded as the wolves seemed to fade into the distance. Finally the queen let her lips part as she looked up at the hole in the ceiling once more, this sight was that of a soul at peace with itself. Sinking in the quagmire of its faults and imperfections, maybe not content with what the future might hold, but at the very least not despairing in it entirely either.

”..Ah. . I can hear it. . “

She put a finger to her lips, pressing against their silky smooth surface as her lips which had slid back to a soft frown after her wicked smile now curved into a faint smile once more as she murmured.

”..Nothing at all that is.”



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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]   Sun Jul 16, 2017 9:24 pm


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"I am danger incarnate, so no need to worry about that, m'dear" it was a confident statement, born from the strong voice of the wolf, but also one without a hint of hubris or ego. There was no doubt that the Wolf that stood before her was a being of great danger, without even doing anything except walking. And it was in that walking that the truth was told. Such a pristine gait, her footfalls were almost silent and perfectly positioned, even in such a casual situation. Her body was hardwired to be a hairs breadth away from combat ready, and nothing short of death would stop that.

"I can do silence if you want. Sometimes you learn more about a person by not speaking than you would from hours of chatter. It's not my preferred method, I'm a girl who always likes to be beeping. But I'm also a polite girl who can adhere to the wishes of others if she deems them respectful. The, person, not the wishes. If a person isn't respectful then they aren't really going to have respectful wishes. Transitive Science, or something that makes me sound a lot smarter than I am" she said, displaying her desire to natter endlessly before watching a change unfold. She knew - and could theoretically replicate - that Demons could manipulate their body, but to see it on such a scale was pretty impressive. And the change to a more innocent looking form seemed, almost symbolic. She couldn't smell the emotion in the air, which meant she was stranger than most, but she didn't need her nose when her eyes worked.

"As for you being the big bad villain, I think you are more the small conflicted demon. My Slip-Stream isn't something to take lightly, and so to catch me in it is quite the trick. But you missed, and don't try to brush it off, anyone with the reflexes and reactions to pull that off doesn't miss. So without your leave I wouldn't be here to not worry about your presence. I don't know you, never really met you before that time in the Rukongai, but I am pretty sure I know your type" She told Inami. Completely opposed to the monotoned girl, Mirja had a range of emotion in her voice, and a soft smile as she sat down next to her, close enough to pull her into a hug, if she was allowed.

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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]   Tue Aug 01, 2017 5:13 pm






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Crack.

. . . Hmm.

Inami closed her eyes and took a breath of air, the close proximity between them absolutely reeked of emotions. Ones that the queen in this place of quiet did not wish to feel. Their scents caressing her consciousness whilst the wolf had begun to reach towards her. Those amber eyes of the queen remained firmly ensconced behind pale lashes whilst her head was tilted almost imperceptibly backwards, lips parted as the smog softly rose in wispy tendrils from her lips. They rose and languidly curled like the branches of a thousand year old tree, gnarled and warped with age. The calm melancholy of the queen unbeknownst hid a very dark and disturbing secret you see. One that she had been hiding, or rather denying in its very existence. Right now this facade of calm wasn’t due to the softness or the quiet.

It was due to an overload of sensory information, of memories that roiled within the royal demonesses mind. In these few micro-seconds it indeed seemed like inami would permit herself to be hugged, or rather that she at the very least wasn’t going to slam the girl into the very earth she stood on. Yet in her mind an indubitably darker scene was unfolding.

How many people had she hugged in her life time? The embrace of a mentor and one that could be looked up too. Tsubasa unabara. Her elder sisters, those who she wished to hurt and. . . . Her. Neoveta ashtavon. As her mind dwelled in the darkness of her own quagmire of desolate emotion she could feel it. The gaping void within that never could be filled, the void of a loved one that was lost, a being that could never be placed or. . at the very least she thought never would come back to life.

Mana had killed her, and the confliction between her eldest sister and the being that was the one who had nursed her to health, whom she had shared and bonded with was not a small fragmentation within her heart. What was the emotion she felt, the darkest of them all, the sludge and revulsion that pressed down upon her consciousness and brought her to harm others with the very things they craved.

Ah. . . It hurts so much, she had almost lost her mind hadn’t she? Yet the being known as algos came, and she had ran from it all for the sake of unholy liberation. Turned her back on what she once believed in, what she had come to understand as the true path for her to walk.

Pain . .yes she wished to inflict it upon the world.
Desolation, ah wouldn’t it be nice for it all to simply cease and fall to ruin?
Maybe yes. . Wasn’t it the quiet that she sought from the fallout of everything?
No no . it was the glee from watching others fall into eternal damnation.
Wait . . not quiet right . . Isn’t it that she simply wishes for rules to cease. .
For the free will of others to turn them into the sludge they revile?
To drag them through the muck and mud that they hide beneath their skin.
Release them from the folly of their own preconceived misconceptions?
To wreak havoc upon a gilded cage constructed from lies.
Vanquish the good to leave only the chaos that would remain.
. .Was that too much to ask? . . .

Mirja’s arms could almost coil around the queens body and yet inami’s lips curled into the smallest of smiles as she thought about it very hard.

Was she good? . . No not quite, yet she didn’t perceive herself as bad.. Even with the sin accrued upon her soul. So just what the hell was she? The confusion within her caused a fluctuation within her soul, and she slowly let out a breath as the cloud the color of the blackest starless night left her lips, At mirja’s close vicinity she’d feel something. .

The power that roiled beneath the queen of chaya nations skin was . . vast, yet what she’d feel was something very unique. Spiritual pressure mixed with something else. It wouldn’t harm the female before her yet it’d cause the very earth to decay, for over twenty miles surrounding the female demon the earth turned poisonous, the ground corroded to sludge. Yet it wasn’t because inami wished for it to happen, instead it was the release of her demonic energy to encompass a very large space that caused this to happen.

Mirja probably wouldn’t be harmed by this because it was just the after effect, yet she’d most definitely be able to feel the ungodly amount of energy that was exuded, the haze caused the very air surrounding them to darken, The shadows elongated and the vassal of that body a small little girl sighed, her voice amplified through many different octaves to form a symphony of its own, the gentle snicker that followed was barely audible, yet it could cause the fear to ignite within ones heart most spectacularly as the queens eyes opened and she pressed a finger to mirja’s forehead to push her back, just enough that the queen could gaze at her with the abysmal gaze of hers.

Her eyes looked like a dead fish, yet had a depth to them that was as if mirja was looking into the abyss. There was no love there, no joy nor expectation. There was not even the toting glee of madness and discord which had sewn itself within her soul.

No what remained was ancient, and possibly the truest nature of her being. There was no inflection of pity nor malice, yet there was no budding flower of joy or good will either. It would be akin to looking at a looming natural disaster, at primordial chaos, The girls skin was marred with black cracks , a vague mist coming from within as she said in a voice that held weariness and something . . else within it that was unidentifiable.

”..Conflicted? . . What makes you say that?”

Slowly she leaned in as if to whisper an intimate secret. Yet there was something off center about her that was not there previously. She ran a lone finger down from the wolfs forehead to her chin. Tapping it as if she was playing some sort of game, yet her eyes remained the same and her lips tilted the dark and twisted grin that glimmered upon her face truly worthy of a cheshire cat, her words dripping with each syllable.

”.Is it that you see something worth redeeming. “

She cocked her head as if she was a cat staring at a bird on the other side of the window ,even now her demonic tail was swaying back and forth whilst she studied the wolf, trying to figure out why she came here. Her fingers shifted to splay against the ground, a sizzling sound occuring as the energy which dissipated from her skin ate away at the very earth beneath her, leaving her handprints molded within the stone beneath them.

”.. Or is it that you pity me?”

The girls body layed against the ground, her knees pressed together and her feet splayed in opposite directions to make a shape similar to a pointer arrow, her medium length auburn hair drifting out around her as she raised a hand and looked at it slowly, as if deliberating what she was going to say next even though in actuality all she was speaking was the random musings that remained within her.

”..When you look upon me, is it that you try to impose reasons to my actions?”

It was gentle, the way she spoke to the wolf, as if she was speaking to a child. Her expression of a primeval origin. Yet power built behind the hoarseness of her voice. An air of broken dignity manifesting in her aura, the weighty power of a queen, a being that controlled a fourth of the boundless continent known as demon world.

”..If that’s the case you might as well stop.”

Her breath faint, silent as death as it caressed the air. Her eyes glowed with emerald in the center whilst the queen curled her fingers together. The weariness, the broken demeanor had built to this, this moment of calm where it was similar to the eye of a storm, the storm known as inami asthavon. As if the heavens and the earth built around her will, shafts of light flowed through the black smog which had built around her, the oorja energy from the chasm already leaking from her pores.

The chrysalis was all but beginning to hatch. Chaos of the world, Rejection of laws, Rejection of self, denial of future, loathing of past. You might say it was a volatile concoction but it was the current state of the queen of chaya nation. Yet right now in this place, at this moment, looking upon the path she had walked, first steeped in madness, then in denial, only to become oh so broken she curled her lips in sick bemusal.

”Because deep down you aren’t any better than i “

There was no accusations in the tone that left her softly curled lips, rather it was just as if she was stating something offhand. As if she could care less if she was right or wrong. The weariness shifted as the flavors of mockery softly accented her words, and maybe even anger. Anger at herself? Probably. Anger at her siblings? Most definitively! The emotional molotov cocktail that had shifted numerous times in this very oh so brief period of time continued to shift further. If she was conflicted, then the entire world was conflicted! Yet. . she couldn’t help it, it was in her nature to be this . . sick and twisted being so she now glanced at mirja and cocked her head slightly to the side.

”Face it hon, you’re projecting. Trying to hide your inadequacies. . . Your. .”

She paused and tapped a lone finger to her lip in contemplation murmurring slightly.

”..Ah whats the word i’m looking for.”

Inami sifted through her thoughts and then removed the finger from her lips that devilish smile fading into a neutral position as she said in a soft tone.

”..Imperfections, yes there’s the word.”

Now she just raised her brows and asked in a sweet ol deadpan manner.

”..Are you sure you know my type? Little Miss Wolfie?”



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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]   Tue Aug 01, 2017 6:21 pm


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Well, this was certainly...interesting. Mirja had not really been in such a situation before. The raw, undiluted power that the girl was giving off was on the same echelon as Mirja's own, and above it on that equal plane. It sat closer to what Tsubasa or Ibiki could do. And while she had a lot of tricking and was confident in herself, that was still not something she wanted to mess around with. But, it seemed Inami was not in the mood to take a swing. Mirja was ready regardless, she couldn't not be. Combat was so ingrained there was no a single moment of her life where she wasn't prepared. But right now, she just watched, and listened.

And what a fascinating thing to watch and listen. Mirja could spent eternity looking into her eyes. So profound, without the vernier of emotion that so clouded most, she could see the depth of the girl and it was magnificent. Like the depth all oceans stacked upon each other. Most might be dissuaded, or outright terrified by the girl, but Mirja was enticed by her. There was something strange that drew her in like a magnetic pull. The killing of everything seemed a bit problematic, but death was a part of life. Nothing truly died in this world, unless everything did, and then there was little point worrying.

Mirja let Inami play as she wished, with her quaint little touches, her soft smiles and her general tone towards Mirja. Eventually, Inami fell silent for the moment, and so she took that moment to softly pull her in closer, a warm and comforting hug, as if to shield her from the outside world.
"I say conflicted because that is what I saw. You came in with such panache, you wanted to be seen as the evil villain that the heroes sallied forth to stop, and you got a serious hero in Cirno. But I can see, I can smell that is not you. You are not the villain. You just want to feel like you belong. Which is a hell of a melancholy to be trapped in, you have my condolences. You can define yourself by who cares for you, but it is only a placebo" Mirja seemed to have rather passionate - if softly spoken - views on this subject, and the next.

"As for seeing something redeemable....well. I like to think there is something redeemable in everyone. Incredibly selfish though. I see it in you, and Tsubasa, and Stefan. Because I want to see it in me. If others can be redeemed then there is hope for me. But don't worry on the other part. I'm terrible at reason. Me and Mr Reason do not get along. He's so boring and orderly and wants an explanation for everyone and doesn't seem to accept 'because I wanted to' as an answer. And that is terrible. Because, my dear, there is no deep down about it. However way you look at it, from which ever angle you look at it, I am fracturially no better than you. I am projecting as hard as I possibly can, to cover up my imperfections" Her tail swished slower and the surrounding area grew bitter cold, ice swiftly forming on the ground and nearby objects.

"To hold back the ever present desire to take my ohh-so-very-sharp claws to people's faces and my teeth to their throats until they stop staring. Stop judging me for what I am, for what I have done. For what I have become. I just want them all to stop it. But there are also people who I like who would probably not appreciate such a blood-filled killing spree. Tsubasa, for one. He seems beyond the surface, like I wish so many would. And Hayden. He does not see who I am, but rather sees who I could become. Which I think is why it is so disappointing for him when I routinely fail basic social cues like not beating some guy half to death because he's a fucking idiot" Mirja seemed to have found a friend in Inami. Or at least someone she felt wouldn't run away if she told her the issues floating around the old head of hers.

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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]   Sat Aug 05, 2017 2:44 pm





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”..And this is why i will not let you get any closer.”

Inami’s thoughts echoed in her head as she exhaled slowly and she glanced up at the wolf who had seemed to speak her mind. No the one who had spoken the truth and she slowly let a laugh leave her lips. It was slow and sickening, broken and a jangle of chords that grated against one another. As she laughed she shifted away from mirja her body barely moving a centimeter, however there was the aspect of demon magic wrapped within her own domain.

The confines of space twisted in perceptively in this moment, the earth around them distorted for seconds as the space between them opened to tens of feet. Once it shrunk however the building seemed longer. The air was ripe with the emotions that the queen had let spill forth. The primordial essence, a husk of a once dignified ruler. Yes inami glanced at mirja and slowly shook her head and said but one word to start off the destruction of this beautiful little false hope that this pup had for herself.

”..No.”

No? The likes of inami could have said this to any number of things in regards to what mirja wished. She could be saying no to mirja’s ideals. Maybe to the possibility of her being anything other than the despicable heathen that lurked betwix that carefully constructed shell that she called her perky little spirit. It could be a no towards inami trusting the wolf, understanding and accepting her for who she was.

Or.

It could just be that the queen of chaya nation was tired of idealists. But whatever the case as she glanced up her eyes seemed luminous in the shadows that covered her. As if the light was not worthy of caressing her flesh anymore. Symbolism was always the likes of inami’s favorite tool. She loved the power behind them, the way she could convey and construe the facts with a well placed symbol.

Or you know she might just be a bitch!

Which was why this depraved little shell of a woman cocked her head to the side, her tail swaying as if she finally figured out something . . decadent about this girl. Yes as that frightening little laughter died down and the word no slowly faded she let out a soft soft rasp of a snicker, her pale hand pressing to her lips as if she was fighting down a gruesome little smile. This little girl believed that she wished to be redeemed and maybe she did deep within, somewhere in the bright bastion that remained to affirm that inami asthavon once was the righteous person she wished to be.

But that bastion was covered in muck, covered in horrid grime and glee at the pain of others. Mired in filth, covered by the quagmire. As she breathed the dark mist left her mouth and this little ol demon decided to speak in a hushed almost caressing tone, jolting and mocking at the wolfs very intentions and moreso the very things she had begun to swear to protect.

”..You. . .Interest me.”

The way she phrased it wasn’t a good thing. It was like catching the love and affection of a sadistic serial killer who just wanted to see you suffer. The look in her eyes was tired, but yet; it was brooding. Right now as inami slowly tilted her head back she said in a hushed tone, her eyes searching the heavens.

”..I wonder, does your hope come from others?”

The pondering tone gave way to the darkness that lurked within her shell. She was redeemable but incorrigibly horrid. Even now she wished to take the good will of others and twist it , bend and break it, shatter and reform it. Yes reform it into something horrid. So yes she spoke to the wolf in her hushed tones that promised no salvation and only damnation through the very . . . thoughts the wolf had decided to share with her.

”..If so, if i took that hope away would you still press on?”

Her smile was a beacon in the dark, a malevolent force that brimmed with malice. The wolf had coaxed this from her, this. . Despicable presence. She had only herself to blame as inami rested her chin upon her palm and glanced at the wolf, her eyes well still looked like that of a dead fish. As if all this malice wasn’t because she truly wished to cause harm to the wolf. More . . scienitific as if she could bottle the essence of what makes this . . dog-eared person so . . hopeful. And then see if she could eradicate it. Its why the words dripped from her lips.

’..If i destroyed it all, if i took it all away from you, and let you watch “

The queen stood and skipped and twirled, a giggle leaving her lips as her hands remained clasped behind her back. It was as if she truly was a little child, with her childish outlook on the world, enjoying the glory that comes from. . an innocence. Taking that innocence away . .

Now wouldn’t that be grand?

”..If . .i told you that . . if “

The queens words paused as she turned her back to the wolf, and glanced at the tapestry infront of her.

”..You didn’t stop me now, everything you love would be destroyed, pillaged and wrecked. “

Her body swayed as if she was enjoying the hymn of fear and desecration in this world. Enjoying the anarchy that swayed and pulsed like a heartbeat through the land. Ahh yes the fine wine of cataclysm, decadent and pure.

”..Would you still try to hug me, and feed me honeyed words in hope of my redemption?”

She snorted, as if she found the thought ludicrous but yet she spoke, as this affirmed further her place, or atleast the path, the seed she needed to sow here. To cultivate and let bloom.

”..Because i am an asthavon, And we. . . . ‘

She grinned softly and pointed at the sky, at the dark vortex that lingered there, at the blackened rain that fell from the weeping heavens above.

”. . Only know how to destroy. “

Now she said softly, even though she already probably knew the answer.

”..So . . do you still think i should be saved . .?”

She licked her lips and finished.

”..Do you think . . i crave redemption?”



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Subject Post 8PostSubject: Re: The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]   Sat Aug 05, 2017 5:03 pm



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Well, that was strange. A little after Mirja explained to her exactly what she was, the world seemed to twist and stretch and warp and then deposit her a few feet away from Mirja. One of the most dramatic ways to ever get out of a hug, but maybe she liked having an overdose of panche. Who was she to judge? And also no, apparently. What, exactly, she was saying no too was a bit up in the air but still. No. Like, was she trying to confuse her or something? Was that the plan? Well it was working, little missy.

"So first you say no and then you say you are interested in me? Make up your mind, darling. You can't stub me and then pull me in. I am not that kind of wolf" Mirja teased, giving her a wink, before she went off on a tangent about her hope for...whatever, came from other people. Which, if you talked about her hope to get up one morning and not want to cut a bloody swath through humanity itself, then yea, her hope came from others. Obviously. She couldn't want to kill people that didn't exist. And then came the question of what she would do if she was made to watch Inami kill everyone who she liked. Which, included Ibiki, Tsubasa, Hayden and probably Zeda as well. He was cool.

"Ohh, that would be awesome! I've always wanted to see a high-octane fight like that. When fists clash and mountians tremble! Kaboom! Bzoom! Kazapp! Rawr! Ahhhh!" she made sound effects as her fists clashed together, clearly cheerful in the idea that if the people she did care about died, they would die in a manner that amused the Wolf. Which was a rather disturbing level of sociopathic detachment from actual emotional connections, but hey. This was Mirja, after all. Without Iko she was just a blob of anger and fluffiness.

"And hey, don't worry so much. Of course I'd still offer hugs and words of redemption. Nobody is ever too far gone to not be brought back. You might be an Asthavon but you are also Inami. Which means you can learn to do other things besides destroy. I am certain of it. The path to salvation is paved with daggers, but it is worth every second. As for you craving redemption, well....I believe there is a part of you that wants to be redeemed. And a part of you that feels redemption is to painful, a part of you that feels you can't be forgiven. But here is the unforseeable. I will forgive you. If your desire is sincere, and your attempts whole-hearted, then there is nothing you have ever done that I could not absolve you of"



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Subject Post 9PostSubject: Re: The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]   Sun Sep 17, 2017 10:48 pm





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Every word that left mirja’s mouth was a fallacy that inami simply refused to acknowledge; the wolf might have had good intentions but they were lost on the child-like vassal that housed inami asthavon. Inami had long since come to terms with her own misgivings, even if her actions would continue to cause her pain, or cause her to feel anguish and sorrow, she would continue down her course till it eventually took her life in retribution for the lives she had ruined, the families she had broken.

So as externally the pale-skinned demon released a sigh, her posture one of so called understanding or acceptance, she had slowly begun to walk forward, her steps had been unhurried, a far cry from the sporadic movements that had preceeded them in their less than hospitable exchange of words.

The smallest of smiles adorned her lips, a faint curve that blessed the corners of her mouth. It t’was a sad smile in all honesty, the smile of someone who; even though they did not like what they saw, knew that this was what they had chosen. This kind of emotional sentiment was what reached the turbulent storms of chaos within inami’s mind, and brought forth to her a moment of pristine clarity.

Naivety like this needed to be corrected, because innocence was akin to harkening the hounds of death ever nearer. This wasn’t naivety of the body, because mirja knew how to fight that much was certain. Nor was this saying that the wolf was gullible, since she most likely was not this either, inami’s eyes had deemed the girl to be astute in the breif time she had come into contact with this . . enthusiastic being. No, it was rather mirja’s need or rather want to see things in a positive light to the point of lunacy.

Inami knew she most likely would be making another enemy today, however she didn’t seem to care as she made her way to the wolf, not a flick of violence in her posture, nor in her eyes, her words crisp, and gentle as they flowed from her lips.

”Fine i accept your forgiveness. “

Inami then gave the girl a hug, one that was soft and warm. Even though inami often embraced, caressed. . and well Touched other beings, these gentle brushes often sought to further the onslaught of corruption, pain, misery and lunacy. This was not the case here atleast for the moment. Yes, the queen took her time and inhaled the scent of acceptance. It reminded her of things that she had long since given up on, and only further resolved her to her current course of action.

”Goodbye.”

Such a soft statement would have left the queen's mouth as mirja would have felt a hand piercing through her hardened muscles, and durable defenses. A Hand that embedded itself deep within the girls muscle, displacing and breaking bones if the wolf was too wrapped up in the embrace she had been given. This was only the first part though, because after mirja had been penetrated by this hand that had been reinforced by nothing short of ungodly levels of energy, the queens eyes narrowed, and she injected energy within the naive creature before her.

This energy would be manipulated to behave similarly to disease or virus, it would rob the wolf of her strength on an unprecedented level, the power she was so proud of would simply slip away, only then did the queen’s hand leave the girls body, as the energy sought to spread further until it invaded every part of her being.

Such an energy could leave her potentially robbed of her energy for weeks, reducing her power tremendously for this time, yet it would not be permanent, because this energy would eventually fade away if the wolf was strong enough to either resist it, or she simply waited it out.

Inami’s fingers would press just above the entry point, the scarlet red that adorned her finger dripping as she exhaled once more and removed her arm from around the wolf, her movements soft as if she had only done this because she hadn’t been afforded another option.

Now whether the wolf stood or crumbled, the queen would watch for a moment more after distancing herself from the wolf through several steps, only afterwards did the queen of chaya nation turn her back to the wolf and begin to walk off, her steps unhurried as if she wanted to drive some sort of point home.

She did not seek salvation, and rather welcomed the oblivion that would inevitably come in her moment of death, but until this transpired she’d continue to walk this path of hers, she could only hope that mirja learned a valuable lesson from this.


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Subject Post 10PostSubject: Re: The ties that bond us [Inami/Mirja]   Mon Sep 18, 2017 9:01 am



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Like the sultry flirt that she was, Mirja gave Inami a smirk when she got up, and then a mock pout at her absence, tail swishing playfully behind her.

"What, no more snuggles? I was just getting into that as well. You really are a tease, huh? First you don't like me, then you like me, then you snuggle, then you don't snuggle. It's like you are amused by the fight against my desire, that I want to keep you so very close to my chest, and warm. So you feel sheltered, and protected. But, a humble and happy wolf am I, so I can forgive you for it"

She was a bit lost in herself, and so didn't quite notice Inami's change. It was something that Mirja would have picked up on and been wary of, but right now she just wanted to help the girl find peace. And when she came back for a hug, Mirja was elated.

"See? No matter what happens, I will be her-" Mirja was suddenly cut off, her words stopped in their tracks. Hand-through-the-check was always an effective way to prevent someone from saying things. She looked down, unsure what to think. Not wanting to believe that it really was Inami's fist through her chest. But it was. Right there. Inami. And then she left, with a sad goodbye. Which was hardly sporting to just penetrate a girl and then leave. She tried to speak, but just splattered blood out of her mouth in a gargle, before collapsing. Which...wasn't right.

Sure, she had a hole in her chest, but she had had many wounds like this, and still got up to rip the nostrils out of the enemy. Nostrils specifically, because it was the most fun. But no, there was something, going wrong. Something, inside her. Something horrible that was leeching her ability to stay upright. Quickly, it turned out that twenty four stone was actually pretty hard to carry, when you were infected with goop, and she collapsed heavily onto the ground. And Inami was just, leaving. Which was anti-climatic. Hitting the floor hard, she couldn't do anything, but watch her go....



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