Markofkri

REDO of The Three Demon Princes

@JELDare

"If you mean dark magic that moves the heart and blinds the mind then I guess you could, yes." The hooks were buried beneath his skin and she could tell he was already wanting more. Valerie walks to you and holds out her hand. "I'm not hearing a no." She smiles a sly smile. Letting the view subconsciously make the choice for him. She added a cherry to her visage by biting her lower lip, faking the uncertainty of her actions.

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Vivian didn't hesitate as her hand covered the gem resting on your chest. She closed her eyes and smiled an evil smile. You felt cold. From the pit of your stomach like you drank a near freezing liquid and instead of your body warming the liquid the cold was spreading throughout your body radiating from the center. It was becoming painful. Vivian had her eyes closed but her smile was gone and her tears became tinted with red. Both of you fell to the floor. Awake but unable to move Vivian looked calm. She wasn't scared in the least.

The door opened a flood of Vivians swarmed into the room. They were unharmed looking and all had dark green eyes. Hands grabbed you. They dragged you to the wall. Copies of Vivian were filling the room you couldn't fight there were just too many. Vivian was on the floor as Eva entered the room. Vivians eyes grew wide. She could see this. Eva walked over to you and kissed your cheek. She then stood over Vivian like a skip in the film it was instant. You wore all black and heavy black boots. the silent screams and cries as she was kicked and beaten were horrible. You were unable to shut your eyes the silent screams allowed you to hear every cracked rib and solid thud. The Vivian copies smiled as you continued to kick her. Eva was vicious and stomped on her fingers you heard the break. More kicks not to her stomach but her chest and face. Her mouth spit out a gout of blood and she cried silently. More kicks continued her eye was swollen and her nose broke spraying blood that reached even you. It felt like hours until the scene vibrated. You awake on the floor the next day sun shining threw the window and Vivian was there beside you her face would need surgery. In a small puddle of blood from her head and face she opened her one good eye and with split and blood covered lips she smiled at you.

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Name: Kers Age: 18 (he ages only in leap years so one year for every five.) Gender: Male



Special: Dragoon jump and beast mimic.
Mimics known: white wind(heals person) Guard(magical shield) marbro breath(poisions) Dragons claws(claws do double damage) absolute zero(ice shards rain down from the sky.)

REDO of The Three Demon Princes

Valerie returned to the two boys remaining. "Lets get this going." She jutted out her hip and placed a hand on her waist. "You can fight if you want. I will be teaching the real stuff that matters. Social studies, the human interaction, and the many tools it provides to open the doors of opportunity. With the use of simple gestures and daily interactions you can manipulate the outcome of any given situation. Brute force is useless in todays world you can bench press your way out of a burning building but you need my skills to navigate real life. By the time I am finished in my lesson even you could manipulate your way into and back out of any given situation. So I guess the only question for the two of you is who wants to learn true power?" Valerie smiles like a crocodile to these gazelle.

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@calmay Going to close unless you wish to continue.

A New Home; A Lycanthrope/Werewolf RP

A quiet figure with the constant smile. To belong after the long and at times trying exploration was a welcome relief. He helped where he could bringing materials or water to the parched. John was glad to help. He cared for the pack and his actions reflected this simple truth. John did more as the time passed to make this a place they would be safe. Not a fan of fences, John cleaned out the stables. The work brought a sweat to his skin which he welcomed. No stranger to manual labor Johnathan enjoyed using the wheel barrel and moving the needed supplies or equipment to their new locations. He removed his shirt. Which he found near a good will bin during his travels. He was more wolf then man in the regard of the human need for clothes. The air and the sun felt better on his skin then any fabric. As the work continued his smile never faded. He shoveled out the last stall and refilled the toughs with water from the well pump. The air was clean and the water refreshing. Truly he felt relaxed in these new surroundings.

The cooking in the morning brought out the best in him. The small satchel held his most precious herbs and own blends of seasonings. Dried lime slices waited to release their own little flavor to the right dish. A fire for dinner would require wood. Driven by this thought Johnathan took the axe from the barn. Although dull his strength would drive the blade regardless. He looked for trees that were suffocated From growing to close. Most would pick the closest trees but he knew the truth. A forest needs to be thinned allowing the older more established trees room they needed. He found the first one a pine. Placing a hand to the trunk he showed the resect his mother had taught him. With a upward swing he began to cut a wedge into the trees side. The pine was very narrow as it tried to reach more of the sky. The axe with his strength made the work quicker. He would chop it into sections large enough to give his body the exercise it loved. The sweat was already helping his body cool in the air. Johnathan's smile grew with each swing. The way his upright body helped him in these tasks made him happy. When he could use his mind to cook was even better.

A New Home; A Lycanthrope/Werewolf RP

moved to a new home.....

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Vivian grabs your arm. She shakes her scared and shaven head. Taking a minute to compose herself as best she can; Vivian puts the mic to her neck and says the words. As the tears raced to her jaw line. "I want to kill them. I want to use the necklace. I know them all. They didn't even bother to hide their smug faces please. I'll do anything. I want this more then I've wanted anything. If you wore it while I touched it then maybe... Maybe it will know. The mic fell from her throat but her lips made the word, "Please".

You felt the air around you compress and retract like the pressure from a heart beat. Over and again the invisible compressions hit you. Like falling into a body of water you could feel each time the difference was rhythmic just like a heart. Vivian followed you as you left the room. The closer you got to the necklace the harder the compressions hit you. As you passed the mirrors in the hall it was now now not just your image but the image of every woman who wore the necklace. They looked at you with pity. You had been cursed and hated, laughed at and scorned, but this pity drove through your emotional armor like a arrow. Your felt the moist drops race down your face as you saw them. You cried not out of fear or sadness. The pity they now looked at you with set a match to a body full of gas called hate. Your hate exploded as you cursed at those in the mirror and screamed at them! When the flash of rage was over, the seething hate remained. The mouths moved in unison even your image betrayed you. They joined in the silent words. "May you suffer." Infuriated you marched down the hall to the room with Vivian beside you. A flash of green shown under the door. You opened it. Your grand mother stood in the room, you walked through her. The safe had a green glow around the seems of the door. You don't remember using the code but the door opened to meet your hand. There it sat, in a small pile of ash that once was the envelope. It pulsed to the compressions around you with a dark green glow. You felt the hunger deep inside your chest. The need, it was pulling you, like the need to draw your next breath.

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

In my defense I was watching "sin city a dame to kill for" when I wrote that.
You didn't think it would be that easy did you?
Silly rabbit. =p

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Vivian looked at you then down at her plate. She use her phone ad after a moment you received a message from her. "Want to meet in your room I have to talk to you." The two of you finished the breakfast and as you walked her down the hall to your room Vivian became withdrawn. She had wrapped her arms around herself. Her eyes followed the hall carpet to your room. At the door she waited for you to open the door. As she enters and you close the door behind her Vivian speaks.

"I need you to kill my folks. I got emancipated but they wanted to use me." The tear swells in her eyes. "They wanted me, they wanted me to." Her voice trails as do the tears down her face. She wipes them away but others follow. "They wanted you. I said no." She rubs her arms and still looks in any direction but yours. She grabs the bottom of her sweat lifting it over her head and off. The undershirt covered her but you still see what happened. It hits you. You feel sick. She never came back with the guard, what Amanda really feared was the family and left. This family was around you like quicksand, and your lungs burned as it swallowed you. They had her punished for your defiance. The burns, the cuts, and the bruises; they showed you a tale not unlike your own. The real cherry was when she removed the wig from her head, you heard it. You heard the sound come from the only place you never suspected. You giggled. Vivian cried. She dropped to her knees and then fell to her side in a ball she cried as the world crushed her.