Remnants of the Earth
COMMUNITY => General Discussion => Open RP => Topic started by: Anonymous on February 19, 2009, 12:21:53 pm
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((Basically, it's gonna get gory...it's gonna get sexy. Don't read it if you don't like it <3 ))
Bright green snake eyes observed the hustle and bustle of the space station, very closely. They were jumping from person to person, remaining on one person longer than another. As if looking for something specific, and were constantly being let down in the people they noticed. A soft sigh came out of the body the eyes were connected to.
It was a woman. Someone who had the very essence of a predator in the way they stood and looked. It was equally threatening and entrancing. She looked like someone who would get you into a shit load of trouble. Her face looked cold, but beautiful in a terrifying sort of way. She had a pale look to her except in place like her cheeks where her skin stretched tighter over bone. There was a shadow of darkness there and at her fingers.
She was very graceful as she moved through the crowds of people. She seemed to just drift through them accurately. It even went down to her fingers. They were very thin and moved precisely. the fingers reached for a pack of cigarettes sliding one out slowly and lighting it. The smoke entered her body and escaped in a slow exhale. Her shoulders visibly loosened and relaxed.
The clothes she wore even screamed predator, dangerous, the way your mother had always warned you about. She had on a pair of tight dark jeans with raggedy holes in the knees and different places. Her shirt looked like it was a black light sort of material stretched with a green sparkly curled up cobra on it. It had a couple holes in it as well. Her motorcycle jacket was the only thing that seemed spared by whatever was attacking her clothes and leaving holes.
This snake was looking for prey. She wasn't sure how the night would end. She just knew she wanted someone to play with. To tease. Someone to toss away after she was done with them completely. Someone to take something from.
She wanted a release.
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He wasn't hunting. He probably should have been.
A barely-touched glass of rum sat on the small table in front of him, and the one hand held a cigarette laced with all manner of exotic intoxicants, and the other scratched idly at the skin on his neck. He might have been bleeding; he wasn't entirely sure. Times like this, in a social setting, he had learned to ignore it, but he felt it.
Azrael had gone offline recently for a nap, leaving Llewellyn without anyone to talk to. So he people-watched instead. It was a constant habit. He wore a longer jacket than his usual one, black and gold, instead of red... and the inside peacock blue, as though it wanted to be removed. Azrael had said something about mating displays, but Llewellyn had ignored it. If someone wanted to seek him out, he or she would. Even in a jacket that was too big for him.
Rather, he was too small for it. Pretty though his emaciated figure was, it was frustrating. His colleagues would pass him in the halls, and make offhanded remarks about how it was unhealthy to eat so little. He knew that. He had to deprive himself, though. It would be conspicuous of him to eat the way he wanted to.
Wandering mind and dark eyes caught a glimpse of a kindred spirit; a wolf among the sheep and inexperienced sheepdogs. Split decision. The mercurial Pilot stood up from his seat and drew his hand back from his neck, cigarette held precariously between sharpened teeth. Red. He sliently left the bar to stand outside and await her passing, holding the cigarette briefly to lick the blood from his fingertips.
Here I am, predator woman. Now take me.
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Smoke floating around her head as she paused for a moment leaning against a wall. This place seemed to be a bust. She shook her head at herself. Going far away to find someone to play with, to hunt, seemed to be a much better idea than hunting in Teinar. Though it seemed not to be turning out as she had hoped. Then she shivered visibly as some sort of feeling crawled up her spine, like someone was watching her.
Makani normally enjoyed the feeling completely. Someone thinking they could come after her. It was so ego-petting she almost couldn't contain herself. This was different though...
It wasn't like Ike who had told her of his psychic ability on one late night run-in. He had been in her mind several times, never going to deep. This felt like someone was touching her from far-away, and much colder.
When she turned her eyes landed on a thin figure that was a splash of black in the crowd. Wide eyes looked at him for a moment very pleasantly surprised. He was so thin and the feeling that was crawling over her, she just had this faint idea it was connected to him. She started to walk towards him looking him over. How tight his skin was over his face. She tilted her head at him. The thin-ness of his body might suggest he would be easy prey to some.
That was not the case however. She knew just from looking at him, without even talking to him that he was one of her. Not one of Them. Which was even more interesting than finding prey to play with. She gave just a slight smile looking at him her canines showing. He had such an interesting style, she couldn't help but look at him. No one she had seen in Teinar dressed that way. What she associated with ages gone by. He was someone who was certainly different.
When she reached him she just stared at him for a moment a thin eyebrow raised. Raising the cigarette to her lips she inhaled and looked his face over her eyes looking up through her eyelashes that had a blue tint to them in the light like her hair. She blew the smoke out of the corner of her mouth away from him right into someone elses face.
"Makani." She held her other slim fingered hand out to him.
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He watched calmly as the woman moved toward him, eyes locked onto him. He was somewhat surprised she had managed to figure out he was there, but not in the least displeased. she looked like the rough-around-the-edges type... maybe that was an understatement. However, Llewellyn doubted she would be stupid enough to regard him as below her.
He pulled his lips back, less smiling than baring his teeth. They were not pointed; rather, filed into knife-blade edges, crookedness untouched by other cosmetic dental procedures and exaggerated by what work to which he had subjected them. Intimidating in a way, but not overtly so. It showed he was capable of surviving, on the outside edge of blending in.
Llewellyn examined her too, one visible black eye darting over her, forming a careful evaluation of her, abilities, background, temperament, without touching her mind. Pilots had to be good at that, not to mention serial killers. He met her hand with his own, nails sharp in the same unassuming squared-off way as his teeth. "Llewellyn Intram."
He let go of her hand and walked a slow circle around her, a gesture of dominance as opposed to a further analysis. "What brings such a lovely, graceful woman to such a classless place as the Cancer?" That grin didn't cease as he spoke; he was pleased to have encountered someone interesting. "Surely you aren't here looking for someone..."
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As he made the circle around her she followed him her snake eyes looking over her shoulders. She was running his name through her head. Llewellyn Intram? His name even sounded like he was some sort of old history book, but a very exciting one. She saw the darkness in his expression as he walked around her. Makani made the conclusion he would be the villain in whatever sort of book it was, and that's how she liked it, certainly tickled her fancy.
"Sort of. Not anyway specific anyway." She lifted the cigarette to her lips again breathing in deep as he finished his circle around her. Letting the smoke out in a plume she grinned at him after wards showing her longer canines.
"But I think I did find someone didn't I?" This was far more fun that she had expected to have here. It was rare she found someone she considered her equal in any situation, her ego didn't really allow for such things. she could put on the face of pretending she wasn't above people but her arrogance ran far deeper than her skin. Especially in her racing, she sort of let it run free there, just like the rest of her.
He certainly set off the alarms she loved to have set off. They might be the same alarms she set off in people sometimes. They were the ones Fi always pleaded with her not to ignore in the personalities of the people Makani sometimes surrounded herself with. The snake normally just told Fi sh had the wrong idea of these acquaintances. Though really it was Makani who she did not know entirely. Makani hoped she never would, she tried to shield those darker sides of her personality from Fi almost naturally
What about you Llewellyn Intram? What are you doing stalking around here?" His name felt good rolling off her tongue, looking over him she expected it wasn't the only thing that would. She pushed thoughts of Fi away. He was far too fascinating to pass up.
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Llewellyn took a drag on his own cigarette, monitoring her, seeing the flashes of interest that stained her expression. "Yes, it appears you did find someone... as did I." He looked her over again. She wasn't human, not entirely, which always made him a bit jealous, but the nonhuman characteristics looked good on her. He found himself wondering exactly how far they went.
"Me?" He said, with the slightest tinge of interest in his voice. "Oh, nothing in particular." He decided to be subtle, to test how savvy she was. "Just having a drink or two before dinner." He watched for a reaction. If she made none, maybe he would educate her. If she did, maybe it would turn into a date. The corner of Llyn's mouth turned up at that. Let's paint the town red, baby. Dinner and a show.
He took a step back and gestured into the bar. "May I buy you a drink as well? I don't mean anything untoward by it... but you fascinate me," he said, stealing the word from her own thoughts. "Maybe dinner as well," he said with a disarming smile, still just evil enough to attract Makani, "maybe longer. I would like to get to know you better."
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Bright green eyes followed his thin fingers holding his cigarette. Some people just looked incredibly sexy smoking. Makani could never quite pinpoint why that was, maybe it was the way their hands looked. The change in their faces, the smoke giving something mysterious to them. All she knew was she found the way he moved so interesting and distracting.
An eyebrow raised at the way he said dinner. It had a certain lilt to it that made it sound sort of ominous. She wondered what he was up to, she just knew just wanted to find out. Which was perfect considering he was asking her to join him. Then an evil smile that caused another shiver to finger crawl up her spine. It had been a long while since anyone had caused her to react like this.
He was asking her to have a drink and called her fascinating. There was no easier way to get on Makani's good side than offer her a drink and compliment her. That ego always needed fluffing in her book. Fascinating was the perfect word for herself she thought. It was good to see he thought the same thing about her she thought about him.
"Mr. Intram, I would love to join you for a drink." She moved to stand next to him and slid an arm into one of this thin bony ones.
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Llewellyn's grin intensified, showing the last few teeth to the reptilian woman. "Very well, then," he replied, directing her back into the bar, sure his table was still clear. "I am sure it will be a night to remember, Makani." Unless, of course, he deemed it unworthy of her memory... or unsafe for her to keep it.
He let her sit first, in the seat opposite his drink, before arranging himself in the other. He held his cigarette in one hand and leaned on the other, doing interesting things to the smoke with telekinetic nudges, and subtly putting the thought in the waitress's head to check on his table. He took a drink with the hand he held the cigarette in. Unwise though it was to leave one's drink and expect it to not kill one when one returned, he was immune to anything the Philistines that frequented the Cancer would slip into it. A necessary precaution, for his line of work.
"Such interesting features," he mused, examining the webbed parts of Makani's ears. "In better light, it appears they would be iridescent." The erratic placement of his teeth gave his speech a unique property. He took another drag from the cigarette, exhaling the smoke through his nostrils in a manner draconian and not nearly as silly as most people would look, and looked into her eyes again. "Forgive my lack of observational skill, but what type of humanoid are you? I would recall having seen such an interesting variety before, so I suppose you're the first."
The waitress arrived and Llewellyn languidly turned his head to acknowledge her. "Would you like to order anything else, sir... and madam?" she asked diligently. Llewellyn dialed his grin down to barely above a bored expression, but there was still something unmistakably predatory in the eye the woman could see. "Nothing for me, thank you, but I believe the lady would like a drink."
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Makani moved into the seat and crossed her legs, causing them to look longer than life as she leaned back in her chair. She watched Llyn closely, really unable to help herself from doing so. She was continually fascinated by the little nuances in his movement. She thought that even if she knew him for a long time that it would still be fascinating, but in a different sort of way. Normally thinking long term thing with any sort of person made her nervous and split. With him it just made her more curious as to why she was feeling this way.
Then he was talking about her again. A small upturn at the corner of her lips crawled in. The way he spoke made everything e said feel like a velvet touch to her. She imagined the smoke being his words for a moment then looked passed it at his face and eyes. Did he really expect her to know what she was? Did people know what they were where he came from? She gave a sort of laugh that sounded more like a scoff, no real humor in it.
"Darlin' as far as I know I'm just some sort of mutt." Her voice had a sort of raw feeling to it. A crackling maybe, like she had too many cigarettes and whiskey on a day to day basis. Which was probably very true. "I wish I did know. Maybe I'm the heir to some reptile fortune." Her eyes shone a little as she spoke a grin spreading over her face. "I think the fixtures mixed together well though." she added the last bit as a sort of after thought.
Then the waitress arrived. Makani had her head towards the waitress slightly but she was watching Llyn out of the corner of her eyes. There was a glint in his features that made her warm and cold at the same time. She wondered what the waitress would say about the two of them when she went back to the kitchen.
"Whiskey and cola." She grinned at the waitress her canines showing. She reached out touching the girl's hand. "More whiskey than cola." She gave the girl a flirtatious sort of look then pulled her hand back and leaned against the back of the chair again. she just couldn't help herself around attractive women, especially waitresses. Maybe it was because she understood their pain, or it was something about how it was their job to do what you wanted, plus the added role reversal for Makani.
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The Pilot leaned onto his elbows on the table, looking into Makani's eyes again. "I suppose that's most of us, now." He shrugged nonchalantly. "I can't even be sure of my own pedigree. It would make sense if I were not completely human. But, yes..." he looked her over again. "You are quite well-put-together."
The waitress blushed, nodded and left, scribbling Makani's order down as she walked. Llewellyn laughed lightly at her reaction. "You do such interesting things..." he took a drag on his cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly through his nostrils. Then he stretched a bit and shrugged his jacket off. The shirt beneath fit much better, displaying just how thin he was and the angles and planes his bones created. "Of course, a fascinating person would do interesting things."
He took his knife out of one of his pockets and ran it along the inside of his thumb lightly. It was a bit dull; he could feel it catch on his skin as the blade moved. He examined the finger afterward. The first layer of skin was slit, but that was the extent of the damage. He sliced carefully into the back of his wrist, grinning almost madly as the knife slipped into his skin. "So. Tell me about yourself, pretty woman."
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She looked back at him as he stared at her. She felt a spark that she had never quite felt before. A kindred spirit spark. She had so rarely found someone who even gave a hint of a spark let along the fire she was sure he would create. On the other side there was this chill the cold that was probably supposed to warn her to run away from this man as fast as she could. The kind that she always ignored, the kind that steered her in the direction it warned her not to go.
It wasn't love at first sight, nothing like that. It was lust and companionship at first glance. A sort of veiled passion he carried behind that unbreakable code of a face. She took a hit of her cigarette hiding behind the smoke. She felt completely exposed as he talked about her. Something she wouldn't normally put up with around any other person, she liked to stay hidden. She glanced looking for the waitress hoping her drink would come soon to steady her thoughts.
And he was flattering her again, he just knew the path to get to her didn't he. The way he spoke, she had never heard anyone talk like that before. She felt like she had no class, like she was bottom rung, she had felt like this many times of course. The difference this time was that she cared, that she felt self conscious about it in a way she never thought she would.
"You don't feel human to me at all." She leaned closer to him her elbow on the table her cigarette by her lips. Her face covered her fear that she couldn't hold his interest. She just looked at him through half lidded eyes a small smile playing on her lips. "You spoil me already by calling me fascinating and interesting. I don't know what I'll do with myself if you continue."
Then he slid his knife out.
The whole room went dark to her besides their small table. Her eyes followed it closely the light glittering off of it. She had an obsession with knives that could probably be called unhealthy. Her pupils got wider as she watched it move over his skin. Then he slid it across the back of his wrist, her eyes detected the slight sinking of the blade and she did a quick touch of her tongue to one of her canines pushing on it wanting to feel something sharp.
Then he expected her to answer a question.
"Llyn I," She froze and took a breath trying to control herself. That had never been something she was very good at, controlling herself. She, in fact, normally prided herself on doing the exact opposite. She found controlling herself to be putting a snake in a glass tank, and she wasn't going to allow that sort of thing.
"Well, back home I'm a waitress," her mouth twisted into a disgusted sort of expression then relaxed as she started talking about where her heart really was. "On my off time I'm one of the Motorailers, which is racing motorcycles all fancy. It's somewhat illegal." She loved to brag about her dangerous activities. "On the side from that, I do a little dealing." She slid her hand that held the cigarette out like she was dealing cards.
"Are you a player?" She grinned putting the cigarette in her lips again.
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The reptilian woman was projecting like mad. Of course, Llewellyn couldn’t expect her to realize that, that every thought and feeling that crossed her mind was written in bold and italics and #0000FF in the smoky air above her head. Of course, not everyone would be able to see it. It was enough that he could. They told him good things; that he was having just the effect on her he wanted to have on her. Dinner tonight would be interesting.
He grinned at the comment. It always hit him in the right place, to be called inhuman. “I suppose I’m not,” he answered. “It depends how loosely you can bring yourself to define human.” He watched her, the way she looked at him. Interested. “You deserve to be flattered.”
Then his knife was out. Then her face changed, her thoughts shifted like his did.
That was a good sign.
He drew it across the back of his wrist and lifted it out, leaving it momentarily on the table as he licked the cut. He often wondered what people got from just licking unharmed skin; broken flesh had a much more interesting flavor, not to mention blood. He sucked lightly at it, almost like a kiss.
"Hehe, ah," he replied. "You didn't strike me as the full-time waitress type. People like us aren't so good at... serving others." The waitress arrived as he spoke, set Makani's drink in front of her, and quietly slipped back to the kitchen. Another drag on the cigarette, then Llyn put it out, using the back of his arm as an ashtray, gasping a little at the feeling.
He grinned. "Monogamy is no fun at all. My talents are to be shared with the world at large," he said with a sweeping gesture and a laugh. "For tonight, though," he added, "I'm willing to concentrate them in one place."
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Even though the waitress approached she still spoke, maybe because she didn't think about it, or maybe just because the girl had come back.
"It kills me every single day. However, it's about the only legitimate job that I can find where I live. But no, being a waitress is the last thing I really want to do." She looked up at the waitress who set down her drink quickly and departed. She wondered fleetingly if she had offended her. Maybe that's what she had hoped form, she wasn't sure. She returned her attention to Llyn as he put the cigarette out on the back of his hand and spoke.
She was morbidly fascinated.
Could he love pain that much? She was one who liked to inflict more than receive normally. It took quite a dominant person to have Makani become the submissive one.
She took a long drink from her glass. The bartender hadn't done too badly at all. It was hard to measure up to her standards with whiskey and cola. She had a perfect balance she liked to maintain with her drinks. It wasn't quite as strong as she liked but it was tolerable. She was chuckling as he answered her question with an interesting answer, but not what she had been talking about.
"Why sir, your mind is in the gutter. What I meant was..."She trailed off holding her cigarette like a joint and giving an example. "Something differently entirely. Something delicious. Do you partake?" She grinned her voice husky as she asked him.
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A rather arrogant laugh escaped him at the way Makani looked at the retreating waitress. A funny situation, and she couldn’t decide whether or not she had orchestrated it. Her look at him was yet more interesting. His eyelids dropped slowly as he felt the end of the cigarette scorch his skin and blood slowly trickle down his arm from the cut on his wrist. He didn’t fear her. In fact, it would undoubtedly be more interesting if she understood the way pain made him feel.
And sure, he’d be the submissive one. He was certain she would suitably impress him before the night was over.
He took another drink from his own glass as she laughed, pausing to lick the blood off of himself afterward. In his opinion, everything tasted better tinged (covered, soaked) with human blood. He watched and listened and observed and monitored her as she answered him, hearing thoughts and words and inflections and watching her move. Even through all that he almost missed what she said.
“So is my body, quite often,” he replied. “You’ll have to forgive me... and I do indeed.” He leaned in closer to her, an elbow on the table. “Perhaps after we eat. I would like to see you as much as possible through a semi-clear mind.” An elegant excuse, of course. He had a bit of deep concentrating he had to do if he wanted a meal at all.
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A purr stirred in her throat. One that really sounded more like a growl, just quieter. It was a very rare occasion that someone could make Makani purr. She was the one who normally caused the purring. And she certainly never purred outside of the bedroom. She barely showed affection outside of it to anyone but her girls and Garrett. Well, at least those were the ones that weren't faked outside of the bedroom. The affection in the bedroom could barely be called that.
Llyn seemed sort of gone but there at the same time. She realized now what was so attractive about it to people when she did it. She had never been on the receiving end of it before, besides with Fi. You craved their attention, but felt you had it at the same time. He seemed to have perfected the art. Makani felt she may be in just a little bit over her head. Of course, she didn't really give a shit.
As he leaned in closer so did she. Observing the angles his body made. He seemed to be all sharp turns and dangerous directions. She had a hand on the table and scooted closer towards his elbow as he spoke. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, a naughty smirk on her lips.
"And what sort of dinner does Mr. Intram have planned for me?"
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Llewellyn grinned wide at her reaction. An obvious sign of comfort, even arousal, meant he was doing everything right. Her thoughts were even a bit surprised that he was making her feel that way. Very good, he congratulated himself. This dangerous woman interested him, and he wanted to experience her to the fullest before the world forced them to part ways. That was a feeling Llyn himself rarely had.
He regarded her calmly, the fascinated gleam in her eyes, the wonder, the slight edge of intimidation that made it all the more interesting for her. Some tucked-away part of him wanted to overturn the drinks and pull her onto the table with him now and do everything to her that he wanted to do to her until she couldn't remember which way was up. However, mating dances were never that simple. Besides, he already had a plan for the night. It wouldn't do to ruin it with an impulse.
He heard her question, and he laughed. Not derisively or maniacally, but softly, mysteriously. "Are you sure you want to know, pretty one?" he asked, running the thin fingers of his twice-wounded hand over her cheek. "It has a reasonable chance of completely ruining your night." He couldn't have actually cared any less; he was going to eat that night, and he was going to have this woman as well.
"Of course," he said, yet more softly, "you seem to be a very intuitive creature. You've been watching me so intently all evening. Perhaps," he said, moving his hand slowly, almost idly through her soft black hair, "you've been formulating a few guesses of your own?"
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He asked her a question, then suddenly there were his fingers across her cheek. Thin, sharp, like the rest of him. She looked down his arm to his face again leaning into his hands just slightly. She caught her lip in between her teeth looking at him with a sort of gleam in her eyes. One of her canines pierced just a little into her lip a small trace of blood gathering there.
Images of her last "meal" were flashing through her head. It was a vice of hers that was so closely guarded, and so rarely indulged that no one knew about it. Besides her and her chosen meal of the night. Only when she got into one of those blood thirsty moods. The kind she could barely control. She'd leave the house and shop and not come back for days. Trying to make sure no one she cared about got hurt.
Or eaten.
She didn't know where these urges had come from. They were something wrapped so deeply into her DNA she hadn't even realized they were building up. She only knew that somehow twisted into her mutt makeup something made her a severe carnivore. there was a part of her that scared and fascinated her. Makani always made sure to hide the truth even from herself, smoking it away. Pretending she didn't want it.
Though...was Llyn one of similar tastes? That would be a one in a million chance wouldn't it? But she had this strange feeling, the predator aura was so complete, so the essence of him. The way he walked, the way he looked at her, the way he was touching her. It's like it was oozing out of him...like blood. Her eyes narrowed at him, a dangerous smile crossing her face as his hands weaved into her hair.
"Well, I have a few ideas, but I shouldn't tell you either. Your tastes may be too refined for a girl like me." She took a long drink of her whiskey. "Then you might run out, and where would that leave me?" Her hand came up touching his wrist where the cut had been and sliding down his arm slowly.
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The hunter kept watching her intently, the slight movements of her eyes and mouth betraying her. He reached silently and deeply into her mind again, grinning at her train of thought. Tonight, he was a lucky man. He was face to face (and closer) with a creature who possessed these urges, and allowed them to take their course, but had never really explored them.
Tonight, she would stop denying who she was. Llewellyn Intram would make sure of that. It was against what few principles he had to let her go all her life without knowing, for better or worse, what a beautiful creature resided inside of her, how lovely she could be if she only let that dark side take her, and adapt to accomodate and cultivate it.
He knew better than anyone, it would be a lot less frightening once she stopped suppressing it.
He hadn’t realized it as he steeped in his thoughts and hers, but his grin was approaching the realm of madness. Mask, hanging by a corner. He quickly regained some control over that, not wanting to frighten her. “Lovely Makani,” he drawled as she fingered his wound, eyelids drooping in arousal. “You’re just as I suspected.”
This was it, his chance. How would she react?
“I understand completely what you’re thinking.”
That was abnormal.
“That hunger of yours... that lust. I want to see it.”
Fingers tightened in her hair. She could count his teeth by now, easily.
“I wonder... does it match mine?”
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The look that crossed his face pulled Makani in. She felt that dark side of her responding to it. Rising, breathing inside of her and blowing away the dust that covered it. It was pushing against the sides of her brain washing over all the other crevices that had stayed hidden for too long. That were dark and untamed. She tried to suck it back in as a reflex but it just pushed harder against her mind.
She arched a thin brow as he spoke. How did Llyn know what she was thinking? She breathed deeply for a moment. That was impossible right? She had heard people talk about Pilots...about Aedolis. They all seemed horror stories made up. She had known mages, like Garrett, but she had never known a...psychic. The word caught in her mind and stuck there. What if? She let out the breath. Something tried to push her back away from him fighting the fight of a candle in a tornado.
His face was too close, the smell of him strong in her face. His breath against her skin. His fingers twirled into her hair tighter.
The candle was snuffed quickly.
Instead of pushing away a dark smirk came across her face and she pushed herself closer to him, both of them leaning across the table it was a show for the whole bar most likely.
"Llyn," his name came out of her lips husky and deep. "How do you know what I'm thinking?"
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The struggle inside Makani fascinated Llyn to no end. Why anyone would fight so hard to remain on the boring side puzzled him, but he rather liked it. She would learn how exhilarating and wonderful evil could be when properly nurtured. He would teach her, even if he had to shove her head in someone's ribcage to get his point across.
Although, it was looking like he wouldn't have to.
Tch. Women, he said to her mind. Such annoyingly inquisitive creatures. Don't be afraid, though. He ran the nails of his other hand lightly over her neck and collarbone. Well, do if you must, but you don't strike me as that type. I sense a change in you... He looked into her eyes, finding them quite altered from their previous appearance. I like it.
"Shall we go, pretty Makani?" he asked, his drink still half full on the table. Nails, hand loosening a bit in her hair, running through it over and over. And over. A grin, for her own. "By that look, you must be absolutely starving." He licked his lips, and his voice dropped a little more, so only she could possibly hear him. "I know I am."
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she pulled back when his voice sounded in her mind. Her breath caught in her throat the initial jump of fear cutting through her like ice. He was psychic. Sweet Serpentine!. She let out a slow breath trying to control the fear and adrenaline that had cut through her like a knife through butter. There weren't many people that could scare her. She wasn't used to that feeling.
She relaxed at the velvety sound of his voice though. It wasn't threatening, at least not in a way she didn't like. She let out a long slow breath through pursed lips. Adrenaline was still pushing through her making her heart pound faster. It was going into overdrive. she could almost taste blood on her tongue already. She licked her lips and tried to focus on what he was saying to her. He really didn't make that easy.
"Now would be a good time." She spoke quickly. She knew that if they stayed in public for much longer she wouldn't be at fault for her actions. Makani wasn't known for her discretion or good judgment but she did like to keep things somewhat private. One of her hands tensed on her thigh underneath the table her nails digging into her skin through her pants.
"I am starving, in more than one way." She pulled back letting her hair slide out of his fingers. She followed his eye line to her glass and grabbed it knocking back about half of it then the other half. She gave a refreshed noise after and slammed it on the table with a smile. The warmth filled her belly and she almost purred at the feeling climbing inside of her.
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Llewellyn watched interestedly as the reptilian woman melted in response to him, his practiced, measured, venomous wiles paralyzing her, so who’s the snake now? She couldn’t hear that, of course. He didn’t want to drive her away. On the contrary...
“Well, then... let’s see if I can’t satisfy you completely.”
Then he had Makani’s hand in his and her waist in his other hand and they were out the door like dancers, barely touching the ground. The waitress, conveniently enough, forgot all about the check and the couple, and Llyn filed it away in his head to maybe tip her generously later, to even the scales. He took her into the gutters of the Cancer, robot storage and broke drunks too broke or too drunk to rent rooms.
A finger lightly on the underside of her jaw. “Pretty Makani. You haven’t eaten in a while, looks like.” He paused, looking somewhat distracted as he scanned the static for likely prey. “Well, you know what I mean.”
He whisked her away again before she could think, moving gracefully over paths left by others like himself, unknown to well behaved day-creatures. “Thieves, rapists everywhere...” he mused, trying not to look like he was monitoring the flow of bodies in the street. “A shame that the likes of us are represented by the likes of them. But we’ll get them back tonight.”
He fixed his hair and collar, grinning amusedly. “Do I look naive and wealthy?” He playfully pinned her wrists to the wall behind them, moving his face close to hers, to feel her breath on his skin. The trap is set... as usual, I am the bait. Now, a light nip to her lower lip, let’s look involved enough not to notice some amateur’s attack, and too young and inexperienced to know how to defend... what an elaborate lie!
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She really liked the way satisfy sounded coming from his mouth, like he had a million different ways to do it. She also had a feeling that he probably actually did. Then his hands were on her. A dine and dash how fun! Or a drink and dash to go dine? To many D words. She felt like she was flying, he really had enough strength to float her along? He looked like he shouldn't have near that much.
Then she found herself in the lower levels of the Cancer. The guts of it. She crinkled her nose at the smell of one of the drunks passed out near them. The smell of old alcohol was evident all over him. She drifted off thinking, wondering if some day she would be like one of these guys. So dug into her vices that it was all she would do, and lay in gutters waiting till she could get hold of more. So twisted into them that she couldn't crawl out. She closed her eyes and felt a little shock as she remembered Llyn might be able to hear her thinking that. Her cheeks turned red.
However, he gave her an immediate distraction.
His thin fingers were around her wrist, his mouth close to hers. Her worries melted and she smirked showing a canine off just slightly.
"Oh yes, so naive." Heat hit her body hard like a match was lit inside of her and she was filled with gasoline. The serpent took a breath in through her nose grabbing his scent and just loving it. His mind came crashing into hers, she jumped just slightly as it happened. It was something that would take getting use to.
Involved enough hmm? I can do that. She thought towards him and her body raised against him her head moving towards his and his lips that nipped at hers. She nipped back trying to get him closer. Now this was nice.
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He let his mind weave without aim through her torment, hearing what she felt, those deep fears, without the slightest bit of pity leaking into his expression. Hell, she probably would be that some day, as he would probably be one of TRIM’s guinea pigs. But he never allowed himself to think of that, except to avoid it... and neither should she. It would be a challenge for him to make her forget all that without doing so directly, but it would doubtless be good for her. What a humanitarian he was!
He obligingly moved closer to her, pressing his body lightly against hers and kissing her lightly at first, before moving into deeper waters. His hand released hers, to rest on her waist, the other moving around to the small of her back... how mannerly.
Mannerly was the last thing he wanted, really. Of course he had to look that way to passersby, but the movements of his mouth against hers, the press of his nails into her back, his teeth, betrayed his desire to just...
...tear her apart.
But no, she wasn’t his prey. That would come soon enough, and with it, their lovemaking would become more raw and brutal, the way he liked it. For now, he’d catch more flies with honey than with sulfuric acid, or however the saying went.
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His warm hand slid across her skin on the small of her back and a shiver left her. One that clawed it's way from the base of her spine to leave her lips with a noise into his mouth. His embrace, for a moment, felt sweet strangely gentle, not like she thought it would be. He had seemed like he was a very different sort of person. Maybe she had judged him wrongly. Maybe it had all been just one big misunder....
Oh Looord.
Then his nails were pushing against her, the pricks of pain making the pleasure more interesting. His kiss was harder, more passionate. His body pushed closer to hers, not hard but there was a definite push. She let a hiss of pleasure leave her mouth as her lips touched his ear, then retreated back to his lips and pushed harder, biting him just slightly. That hand on her waist, she loved it. She pushed harder, forgetting for a moment that they were pretending to be distracted.
She thought towards him again, not shy in trying new things. It was nice to be able to speak while you mouth could stay busy. She sent images to him, somewhat by accident, and the other half on purpose. They were images of her and him together pressed against each other sweating, she could just imagine how his sweat would taste when she licked him.
Then, pressing in on those images were others. Darker, sharper. They were of one of the few times she had indulged her predator like nature. She couldn't get it out of her mind. The sight of the blood, the chase, the games she had played with him. The taste...she growled into the kiss. Very suddenly she felt rewired, like she was associating her darker side with sex. Like she was suddenly sleek and dangerous. Deadly.
Her snake eyes opened just slightly looking at Llyn. She didn't notice the shadow at first. Then she thought towards Llyn again. This time a little more quickly and pushy her hands dropping to wrap around his shoulders and twist into his hair. They had to still appear distracted after all.
Llyn, even the voice in her mind sounded husky to her.
It seems we have snagged something.
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Makani's thought-images enthralled him. It tickled him that she would try and communicate with him that way, and when he looked into them, they interested him even more. He was certain she wanted to have sex with him, that much was obvious... but the other ones, the darker ones... those were lovely. Just what he wanted to see... violence and carnage becoming sexual in her mind, as they were in his own.
He made a small noise as her fingers wrapped themselves around in his hair, and acknowledged her warning without a physical reaction. Good... let the play begin.
The man cleared his throat, as though to announce his presence, and Llyn started, breaking away from Makani and slowly turning around, still pressed close to her. "Shame on you," the intruder said, arms crossed, a few inches taller than Llyn and about three times as broad. "Caught in the act. What would your parents say?"
Llewellyn backed up against Makani and the wall, eyes wide and startled. "Oh shit..." he said in a weak voice. The man brandished a pistol and a lead pipe. Such weapons as those won't help him. "Wh-who are..."
The man gave him a light tap on the side of the skull with the pipe. He yelped, imitating pain. "Shut the fuck up. Bitch-ass kid should know some manners... now I believe an exchange of credits is in order, if you two lovebirds want to be home for dinner..."
The mugger tried to raise his gun, but found his arm paralyzed. He tried the same with the pipe, to no avail. Before he knew it, he could barely move his jaw. Llewellyn dropped the act and grinned at him, licking his lips slowly. "Food's here already, and we didn't even make reservations. What excellent service." He moved forward and grabbed the man by the neck, turning and shoving him up against the wall next to Makani. The man gave a startled whine, and Llyn grinned all the wider. "Dinner time."
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Makani put on wide scared eyes. She pulled it from her past, when she was younger. She felt a boiling sort of blood in her as she thought about the memories but pushed them back down quickly. She needed to use it for the moment, for the act, the bait. The clutched the back of Llyn playing the part of the scared girl perfectly. Hearing Llyn act in front of her made her realize that this man was in a lot of trouble tonight. She grabbed onto Llyn harder, more because of the feelings he gave her than the act.
She jumped back when the pipe connected, and actually felt a bit of worry for a minute. The guy was big, Makani was strong for her size but Llyn was...handling things perfectly. He was holding himself back, she was finding it difficult to stomach the anger she had for the man. Hitting Llyn right off. She would have diffused this situation at any other time, taking a bite out of him. Llyn seemed fine though. Then she saw the panic on the man's face.
Classic.
He hit against the wall and she moved next to Llyn just behind his shoulder. That licking of his lips...he was just...delicious. That predator look in his eyes. It made her body want it. She actually got nervous for a minute, performance anxiety. What if she didn't have the taste for it anymore? What if it just didn't call to her. Then she started to smell the man's fear...and it smelled...amazing. She lifted her nose breathing him in deeply. She placed a hand on Llyn's arm.
"Oh you." She licked her lips and stroked her tongue across her canines. "Those jokes are just horrible etiquette I'm sure."
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The predator exhaled in a breathy, almost wheezing laugh. His arm slithered around her waist. "And who's going to evaluate my table manners, darling? Him?" He let go of the man's neck, leaving him pinned to the wall, and began to unbutton his clothes. "I'd make another joke about his tasteless clothing, but he'd give me a lower score, I'm sure." He slowly slipped the clothes off the man's broad shoulders, letting them fall to the ground.
He ran his thin fingers over the man's neck, where the blood ran close to the surface of his skin. "He looks very good... tall, and with a lot of meat on his bones. He should be enough to go around, right?" He left his nail pressed into the vein, and turned his gaze on Makani. "Unless you have more of an appetite than I assumed... in which case I could always get you more." That would make Llyn's day, to find a woman who demanded that he hunt down two people to feed her.
"Dear Makani..." he said, his voice low and rasping hungrily. "Would you like the first bite?" The man shuddered violently, making whining noises in the back of his throat, as though he had finally figured out that he was about to be a meal. Llewellyn gave him a crooked grin, stepping back to allow the reptilian woman to move in front of him.
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As his arm snaked around her waist she nuzzled into his neck her eyes closed. She let a happy hiss escape her throat and ran her tongue over the skin of his neck. He had a very interesting smell about him. Sweat, but something else. It had a strange scent to it. A very odd scent to it. Like something was hidden deep down in there. Something...deep... dark...red and delicious.
He drew her attention back to the man as he spoke. She had almost forgotten about the man as she was all wrapped up in Llyn. She didn't want to detach herself from him but she gave in and turned to look towards the man a dark lust playing in her eyes. Her tongue ran over her teeth as she looked at him. She looked up through her eyelashes at him, that sort of creepy hungry look of a predator.
He moved so she could walk in front of him. For a moment she felt like she was in military school again. The thing that gave her so many issues with authority she just couldn't help but hate all of them. She was being tested how much pain she could inflict once again. She felt the red hot anger of being told what to do, of being considered weaker than someone else and she took steps towards the man almost unaware of what she was doing.
She slid a knife from her pocket that snapped open like a switchblade. The handle was a blue sort of pearly color the whole thing glinted in the light, looking deadly and cold. She grinned and got up in the man's face her eyes narrow as she looked at him.
"Oh don't you wish you had chosen a different life." She hissed at him. She was imagining anyone who ever had come between her and what she wanted. Family that had betrayed her. She moved the knife towards his arm the anticipation was tangible. She pushed the knife against his skin in a slow motion and she moved it down his arm.
Oh that smell.
Fear...blood.
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The woman enthralled him. It was as though she had transformed into something completely different, something dark and hungry and vicious and absolutely right. The way she behaved when pressed against him, the way she analyzed the man with those dangerousbeautiful predator eyes, her mouth... he had done well in recreating his night's playmate.
Anger, hatred, the absolute dislike of anyone she could remotely connect to ones who had wronged her in the past... Llyn had done that, when he was young. Taken out his desire for revenge through spilled blood... but even that rage had faded in him. He knew he was a complete disappointment to anyone who had ever had a hand in his raising, aside from maybe the criminals of the street, and yet he held such a high position. That was his revenge. Now he killed for the love of killing.
He looked at the knife; he looked at her. Both of them shone with an instinct to cut flesh, to bite into the unfortunate man and ruin him forever. He watched her toy with herself, try to hold herself back, building anticipation (arousal) before the event. Tension, thought against instinct, blade against skin, and then.
Then something breaks, and the real fun begins.
"Do it," he said, shuddering a bit, his voice hardly his own. Snarling, impatient, "do it. Take him..." his voice rose as he spoke, completely different from the calm, measured tone he had used in the bar. "Take him and make him yours!"
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Something snapped in her, her head twitching to the side as Llyn spoke in her mind. The knife pressed deeper, harder slipping through skin so easily it took barely any effort. She lifted her nose to the air smelling it, letting the temptation pull her in. She slid forward raising the knife back up slowly, carefully. Almost like she was creating art. She peeled off a strip of flesh on the arm.
She was so completely entranced she didn't even bother to enjoy the man screaming. She was deep into her mind, deep into an animal side of her that was so deep down. Nothing was even running through her mind. It was all instinct and movement. Darkness and survival. Blood and food. Her head twitched to the side again and she lifted the piece to her mouth and then swallowed it quickly. The flavor passed through her mouth in a quick motion. Makani was never much of a slow eater. She never had to be.
Her eyes rolled back into her head as the taste came over her. All of her body was twitching but trying to stand still and enjoy at the same time. It was like slipping into a sort of high she hadn't experienced in a long time. It reminded her of...running, of racing...YES! A dark sort of cover over you, where everything was fast, but so focused. She bared her teeth slightly tinged with blood at the man's face. A sort of rattling hiss escaping her.
She leaned in closer to the man and spoke slowly to him, her voice barely sounding her own, the huskiness of her voice turning into a sort of hiss.
"What could have brought you heeeere, of all placezzzz to get lost." She turned back to Llyn looking at him over her shoulder. An eagerness in her eyes. That predator present in her but...she knew when someone was an Alpha, she would pick at it like a scab, always showing she could be. When it came down to business, she'd fall in line where she needed to.
"Would you like a bite?" Her grin returned her head held slightly below his not quite stretching to her full height.
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Suddenly the motion of the knife in Makani's hand seemed easier, more natural. Llyn loved that... he watched the way she moved, contemplating even the slightest twitch before executing it. His eyes were wide and dark, experiencing the same pleasure she was, the corner of his mouth turned up in a grin that, for once, was not completely fake.
The man's screams shook the area, waking some of the derelicts that lay in the gutters, a sort of musical accompaniment to the scene... and Makani's mind was quite a show. He'd had no idea how different the woman would be, once she loosed the monster within her. She seemed hypnotized by hunger and blood and metal, very little remaining of the more civilized persona she kept about her. For that matter, his was pretty much gone too.
Makani's words seemed to do as much damage to the man as the knife had, his eyes wheeling around in his head, twitching, trying to get away, anywhere else, but not knowing how. He couldn't speak; he was overcome by the presence of the two flesh-eaters, knowing both were there for the sole purpose of satiating their hunger on his meat.
And then it was Llewellyn's turn.
He bared his teeth for her, crooked and deceptively sharp. Her little displays of subordination attracted him to her even more. "I would," he replied eagerly and moved forward, bending down and lifting the man's wounded arm to his lips. Inhale, shuddering exhale. The heat radiating from the wound was too much for him. He sank his teeth deep into it, pulling away a thicker piece than Makani had taken, and devoured it slowly, almost sensuously before the eyes of his prey.
You don't have to stand away from me. We hunted him together, we can eat him together. his tongue darted out to clean the blood off his lips as he looked at Makani.
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It was unspeakably attractive the way he moved. His bared teeth. He was everything that cried to the predator in her, embodied. That grin on his face? It sent shivers down her spine, cold horrible shivers that warmed her at the same time. She couldn't explain how...that felt...to her. It was something that was so dark and so attractive, like someone had set a drug in front of her she'd never even heard of. There was no way Makani could resist it. Willpower was never her game to begin with.
She relished the way the man looked at her when she spoke to him. The scent of full blown fear. It was something that...can never be given a definition. It was more than a scent...it was a feeling, a wave of thin touches over the body, a look, a tangible something that just snuck in and promised wonders to come. It was a feeling, a scent, a taste, that told her that she was in charge. When so many times she hadn't felt that way. She ached for it everyday of her life to just feel...important to people. And here? She may be one of the most important people in this poor guys' life.
Makani watched Llyn move forward to the man, almost like walking towards lover. She let a slow smile cross her face as she watched him bite into it like the professional he was. She felt her knees start to wobble as he turned to look at her the blood still on his lips and his voice in her head. The serpent had to answer its charmer. Taking slow steps forward but still slightly hunched over she came closer to the man and took the other arm her knife still in her hand.
Her snake eyes looked him over slowly, carefully. She was picking the next place to take a bite out of. The next place to sink her teeth into and swallow whole. She was starting to feel greedy as she looked at their prey. Hungrier, wanting to fill a dark pit in her stomach that she could probably never satisfy. Her hands ran over his arm then over the man's cheek like she cared about him. Then she bit down into the bicep of his other arm her hand on his neck pushing his head away from her. Her other hand grabbing his wrist hard and tight.
When the blood poured into her mouth she gave another rattling hiss. It felt good not to think, not to feel anything but darkness. This animal inside her always coiling around her insides, begging to get out. It resulted in her treating people like prey constantly, the racing, the thrill of the chase, tossing them aside when she was done. Riding every little adventure that came her way. She living this moment everyday, a poor substitute to the real thing.
The hand on the man's neck strayed over, grabbing at nothing looking for Llyn to make a connection to feel him there with her, watching her, enjoying the meal with her.
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She was better at this than he'd thought she would be. He watched her as she took her second bite, using her teeth alone this time. He moaned just slightly, eyelids dropping a bit as he watched this beautiful woman tear ravenously at her prey. To him, a healthy appetite was sexier than anything.
Llewellyn quickly decided there was no point in trying to conserve this one. Eat your fill, he directed as he ripped more meat from the man for his own consumption. You needn't hold yourself back for my sake. I've been doing this for a long time. He was curious to see how she would behave; whether she would lose herself in the sensation of tearing meat. Llewellyn himself was beginning to surrender to his hunger, ripping with abandon at the man's arm, and snarling when the man's screaming annoyed him.
He growled happily at the warm feeling of the man's flesh in his mouth. Indulgences like this were different for him; he needed this... not only for food, but for sanity. He couldn't keep his predator instinct suppressed too long and still expect the others to believe him harmless. He locked himself up when he had to, or stayed with Azrael for hours, even days at a time, but not even that was enough to keep him out of the alleys, or from traveling as far as the Midhaven to find someone to kill.
He was in rather deep, wasn't he?
Makani's hand startled him somewhat, and he snapped his teeth at her until he realized it was her. He entwined his fingers with hers, grinning and ignoring how horribly bloody his clothes had gotten. You look pretty, covered in blood. He took another bite, another satisfied moan, loving the taste and even just the idea of tearing this poor human apart. Maybe I will keep you for a while, unless you have anything more important to do. I don't want to return you until you are absolutely sick of raw meat. That grin returned to him, red-stained teeth making him look like something out of a horrible fairy tale.
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Wow.
She could barely comprehend how good all this felt. His hand slid into hers. Both of them were slippery with blood. Her eyes opened for a moment looking at Llyn out of the corner of her eyes with a look of pure lust. Her eyes then drifted to the man who's face was stuck in a sort of silent scream. Llyn was such a gentleman telling her to have her fill. The gruesome scene and his mannerisms seemed like they should be on completely opposite sides of the world. She purred as he complimented her, though it didn't really work passed the meat of the man's arm.
Nothing more important than you.
She spoke in her mind towards him. So odd to be doing that. She bit deeper into the man's arm feeling more blood slide into her mouth and down her throat. She wanted the knife again. Her hand slid from Llyn's easily and she felt around. The knife was tucked through a belt loop. She pulled her mouth away from the man swallowing again. She couldn't even remember putting the knife there. A brief call for fear of herself was left unanswered as one hand wrapped around the man's arm a bit above the wrist tight while the other? It slithered it's fingers slowly around the handle of the knife then gripped harder.
She swallowed a mouthful of blood and licked her lips. She looked up at the man, terror and pain in his eyes. Tears running down his cheeks. Then with the knife, who's sharpness surprised even her, she sliced through the prey's arm. At the bone of course there was a bit of sawing to be done. The man screamed accordingly. His eyes were all she needed to see. That deep fear of her.
There was a crunch of bone, but not from the man of his hand, it was from her jaw. It unhooked and dropped and she put the man's hand in and started pulling the meat from the bone. Her eyes stayed open on the man's face watching every change in it. Taking it all in.
And it was delicious.
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You beautiful creature.
Llyn was a solitary person by nature, it was true. He enjoyed being the only survivor of his meals. However, his carefully constructed human façade had gotten him used to company, and he found his predator side didn't mind at all. A kill shared with a like-minded, vicious, attractive individual was perhaps better than one enjoyed alone.
He took his time eating as Makani sawed at the victim's arm. Watching her only increased his appetite, made him want to show off his abilities to her. The man tried to writhe away from him as pounds of his flesh disappeared down the throats of himself and Makani, but Llyn still managed to hold him still. Blood flowed into Llyn's mouth, and he drank it eagerly. His eyes traveled toward Makani, and...
Holy shit.
The woman transfixed him. He had never seen a humanoid do anything like that... and it amazed him. He couldn't take his eyes off her, barely breathing as she inserted the man's hand into her gaping mouth. Admittedly, he had odd tastes, but Makani's detachable jaw was possibly the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
How much of that arm could she take?
Llyn dropped the man's mutilated remaining arm and moved toward Makani, licking his lips slowly. He stood behind her, gently stroking her hair, then her jaw and neck. "That is the loveliest thing..." he trailed off, not wanting to say anything to ruin the moment. He watched her through half-lidded eyes, touching her with near-reverence.
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Makani slowly started pulling the arm from her mouth her tongue wrapping slowly around it and her teeth sinking in and stripping the arm of flesh and meat. She was completely absorbed by it, the taste, the texture, that feeling of being full in so many ways. She couldn't explain that last one to herself. It was just there. Her forked tongue wrapped around each of the fingers pulling off the remaining bits and pieces.
She could feel Llyn touching her just barely on the edge of her visions. It was like a sort of electric shock on her skin wherever he touched. It made the warmth in her body go to a whole different level. Her cheeks were starting to look red, but that was just from the comfortable heat that was resting in her body. She let her eyes look over to the man who's mouth was agape as he watched her, somehow still alive.
She took a step back and pulled the arm from her mouth slowly, carefully. It was a skeleton arm now with just bits and pieces stuck to it still. She let it drop to the ground in front of the man. The sound of it hitting the concrete was almost musical to her ears. A set of secrets notes to unlock something. She grinned to herself her jaw clicking back into place with a similar noise.
Then she finally looked over to Llyn, the look on her face almost made her want to whimper. He was so mesmerized and by her! She let a hand go to his face and she leaned in pulling at his hair desperate to feel him again. She kissed him hard her hand sliding down his neck slicked with blood.
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He couldn't stop watching.
The inhuman angle of her jaw, the way the bones stretched her throat, the heat of her skin and how completely the meat affected her, all of it attracted him. He moaned long and low as his mind sank deeper into hers, his rapture mixing with hers. He felt it too, when he tore into the abdomen of living prey, prying away flesh to reveal and destroy the clockwork within. The killer's orgasm, meat and blood and victory.
He wanted... something. Touch her, lick her, bend her over and rape her. Something. But, no, it would be wrong to distract her from this. It was a ritual older than any religion, one he had taken part in so often, one she was too often denied.
So he waited, until her eyes met his.
He was breathing hard, mask cracked into twisted adoration. It was like witnessing an exorcism, seeing her tear the humanity from herself, watching her true nature struggle to free itself, to reveal itself to Llyn's own predator. He obeyed her touch without question, pressing himself close to her as she kissed him, growling in pleasure.
Beautiful predator, he thought to her. I want to spoil you, give you everything you desire. I want to see as much of your true self as you will show me.
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The serpent's response to him in her mind was more than words as he spoke to her. It was a hot desire and darkness being fulfilled. She could feel her body temperature rising even further, sweat starting to prickle across her skin. It was like Llyn had injected a drug directly into her veins composed entirely of everything she ever wanted all at once. It made her dizzy from the head rush. An ecstasy filled her from her toes to her lips.
Makani was like a very terrifying teenage girl, all she wanted most of the time...was to get what she wanted. However, Makani wanted everything. She had always wanted someone to worship her, to take her under their wing, but to let her continue doing all those detrimental things in her life. She even had toyed with the idea of whether if someone filled that role could she say the word love and forever in a real way? Makani wasn't even sure what love or forever meant. All she knew was that she really, really loved Llyn loving her.
Please Llyn give me everything! I want it all with you. Her 'voice' was a dark but demanding sort of growl. Maybe even pleading. All her thoughts were drowned away, instinct and want were in the forefront and they were very, very happy there. She grabbed his arm hard pulling him as close as she could her other hand still on his neck letting her nails dig into him.
She wanted him all over her, wanted him to give her everything, wanted to tear him apart, to see what he tasted like on the inside, to spend forever at his side, she wanted Llyn completely and totally.
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His eyes drifted shut and open again, exhaling slowly and feeling the pleasure in him scrape his lungs. He felt her against him, warm and heart beating fast and blood-scented, on her, in her, in him. He growled and pressed harder against her, and leaned down to kiss her neck, and lick s l o w l y all the way up to her jaw. Yes, a lovely turn of events.
I like that, he thought to her. What you just did. Hot, hot. He growled again, and licked again, and closed his eyes. I want to see it again. You'll have everything you desire, and everything I desire... I'll feed you until there's no meat left here. The entire core of him was on fire. Everywhere she touched, this delicious burn, and he couldn't breathe without feeling it. He needed her, yes, just as much as she needed him.
Pleasure was his drug, and she his syringe and needle.
I have such a beautiful thing here, exhale, inhale, nip, lick, exhale, and it will take me a while to enjoy it fully, I think. He pulled back almost reluctantly. "Have you finished eating?" He glanced down at her. All that meat, he wanted to feel it inside her. Up again, eye contact. Be polite. "If you have, I would like a bit more time. Then we will find a place to hide ourselves."
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The feeling of his slick tongue moving up her jaw was one of pins and needles. She had to fight every millisecond not to jump on him. The way he grabbed her, oh god, like he couldn't wrap his hands around her hard enough. It was just so fucking tasty. A kind of flavor that was completely new and primal, old, familiar at the same time, like she had been waiting for him since man lived in caves.
Her breath was hot as he spoke again in her mind. She felt herself more turned on and excited by that than when she he spoke to her with his lips. He was in a place that no one had infiltrated before. It was more invasive than having him inside her physically, even though now she craved that like she breathing. It felt wrong and impossibly right at the exact same time.
As he pulled away from her some of the heat faded away from her skin, she shivered as a chill ran up her back from his absence. Then suddenly she was on fire again as he spoke about hiding themselves.
"Oh yes please." The words were out of her mouth almost before she realized she was speaking them her body running away without her mind. The way she liked it. She wanted to say she wasn't greedy and that she was done eating, but half of it was a horrible lie.
"Take whatever time you need." She licked her lips and started to check her body for blood splatters that would be too hard to hide when they left this hidden place.
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He didn't want a lie. "Don't be shy, pretty Makani. I love your appetite... take all you want." He nudged at the man with his foot. "He doesn't need it anymore. The less we leave, the better." That was not lying. He knew his limit, and what he did not finish, she was welcome to. He was hungry, but less and less of that hunger was for food.
Llewellyn knelt down to tear at the corpse again, giving a little pleased growl at the feeling of tearing flesh. He felt himself getting full, and liked that, and grinned as he looked up at Makani. Don't worry about your clothes, love. I'll make you invisible. Besides, I like you bloodstained. He himself was quite bloody, and didn't mind at all.
She was his favorite thing right now. Lovely, and ravenous, and his, and somehow not his, and so new, a different kind of predator.
It took him a few seconds to look away from her again. He made an alluring display of tearing a long strip of flesh from the dead man's chest. Come here, predator woman. Unless you just want to watch.
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Her stomach flipped at the way he said 'blood stained'. She just loved the way his voice sounded in her mind. It just felt so accurate, so correct. She grinned as he reluctantly moved away from her. She loved to see people just drawn to her. The center of Makani's universe was Makani, all the time. Except now maybe she had a little competition. Though, it was odd to have someone so wrapped in her mind.
Makani was never an open book, in fact, she was normally tied around with a chain with several locks inside a vault. She didn't reveal herself to anyone. Even those closest to her. Now, the choice was essentially just taken away from her. Except, she was finding that she didn't really mind that much. It made her feel unbalanced, but not entirely uncomfortable.
"I'll watch." She wound her fingers together for a moment watching him near the victim. " I want to see you work." Her mind was starting to calm as she watched him. Her body relaxing. He wasn't near her to drive her predator into overdrive. To push the lust to the front. The taste of blood was slowly leaving her tongue, not so fresh. Not so maddening. The monster was still in there, but it's like it was calm cleaning its teeth and nails. It was busy.
She had been sure as soon as everything was done she'd have been horrified with herself. All she felt was calm, a sort of lingering high. Maybe enough time hadn't passed yet. Maybe it was because this felt like a dream, all too easy. Perhaps though, maybe, just maybe this was who she was supposed to be since she was born. That other part of her that wasn't human. Wherever its roots lay maybe this was what she was made for.
Makani quietly watch him ripping strips off of the man. Their victim. Theirs. Something about that word made her feel warm. She always made sure to keep a space between her anyone. Separate titles. Mine and yours. Her and his. Never theirs, especially never Ours. Everything had changed so quickly. Her eyes were clouded and distant as she watched him.
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Llewellyn shrugged and continued tearing flesh, working toward the man's internal organs. Part of him (most of him) wanted to show off for his new friend, and so he did. He moved as though he were performing a striptease, only he was still clothed modestly enough, and the stiffening corpse (a prop? Almost like the pole he danced around) was more naked than most people ever got.
She was stripping too, he could tell. Stripping away all those years of being conditioned to believe that this was wrong and evil and not what she wanted. It was what she wanted, what both of them wanted, all they wanted. This was the life of a predator; all else was secondary, camouflage.
The Pilot gave a little moan as he felt his nails penetrate the abdominal cavity and his fingers slide over the slick surfaces of organs. He dug around a little with his hand, then nearly submerged his head in the man's insides, teeth and tongue working furiously to get at the best parts. This was why he worked so hard, what made his life worth living. This raw meat between his teeth, so close to alive, flesh stolen from the weak.
When he came up for breath, he didn't even look human anymore.
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A deep dark part of Makani was completely aroused as she watched him. The stunning grace of his movements, the complete animal magnetism of his dance. The more human part of her was horrified. This part was small at the moment but it still cried out desperate to pull her back from the brink. She complete ignored it of course. Though a part of her still felt a hollowness. Not all of her was dedicated to this cause, this new version of her. She should be like a chameleon changing at will, this was more difficult.
The smell of the blood pulled her back as he pulled himself from the man's gut. It was an immediate reaction from her. Sexual, and terrifying. She was getting used to feeling both at once, even finding it better than the norm of just regular arousal. It was new, different fresh. It was something Makani had experience very rarely...being the submissive one. She was always the one on top, always.
Now it was different.
She wanted him.
She needed him.
More than any one else.
She scooted closer towards him, wanting to see more, falling further down the rabbit hole. Her hands crawled up his back slowly her nails aching to push down. The look on his face was something she didn't think she would ever forget.
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Llewellyn arched his back, staring at Makani and pressing himself into her nails. His bloodstained wet lips were pulled back from crooked teeth, and he looked as though he were having a difficult time differentiating her from what he was eating until he leaned in and kissed her. Still-warm blood was slick between them where their faces touched. Those teeth nipped Makani's lips as he kissed her, pulling lightly at the red flesh inside her mouth.
There was no difference, he thought. He wanted her the same way he wanted food. She was essential to him right now. He pulled her closer, his nails pressing into her soft skin. I like this. He let her hear him, and see what was happening in his mind, the lusts that fueled his feral behavior. You are mine, right now.
He pulled back and took another bite from the corpse, looking notably less emaciated now. I think I'm done... but only because you're so fucking distracting. He gave her a very red grin and stood up, bringing her with him. His eyes were still unsettlingly not-normal, too observant and alive and hungry, like camera lenses or gun barrels.
"Lovely thing," he said, his voice a low growl. "Walk with me. Let me hide you away, so I can enjoy you." He took her hand in one hand and his jacket in the other and walked fearlessly through the alleys and gutters, wearing the grin of a predator who knows his position. Shortly, they emerged into the flickery light of the main section of the space station, Llewellyn's dark eyes darting between oblivious people, all blind to the presence of the red-dyed predators.
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He pushed against her and she pushed harder. It felt lovely to have the weight of him leaning towards her. Seeing the look on his face when he looked at her. Desire, hunger. When he said she she was his, well he couldn't have been more right. She would follow him to the ends of the earth, and anywhere else in space. Just to watch him, to have him see her and want her.
Her lips pulled back showing her teeth as he said how distracting she was. She wanted to grab onto him harder, feel how slick his skin was and pull him down to the ground there. Revel in their kill as they mated. He was heading somewhere else though. That look in his eyes was almost mirrored in hers. Totally aware, but completely fixated.
"Please do." She responded as he lead her up out of the dark hole they had been in back to the light of people. She watched them closely waiting for one of them to see the blood covered couple. Except, nothing happened. She watched them like she was a wolf and they were rabbits. Going about their day completely unaware of the teeth and stomach that was in the woods, waiting for them.
"That, is amazing Llyn." She let the comment out in a breath completely overtaken by his abilities. "You can just erase us from their mind?" She leaned closer to him her hand sliding to hold onto his elbow. It was eerie in a way not to be noticed by them. Makani was a being of arrogance to have people not notice her was one of her worst fears. Here though it was a relief, she didn't have to put on a show or pretend to be anything but what she was.
"It's an amazing gift." Her voice was soft quiet, still waiting for someone's eyes to fall on her and their jaw to drop and screams to come from everywhere. It made her aware of herself in a whole new way.
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The people avoided them. They knew, in the deep parts of their collective mind, that there were two humanshaped things in the street, and that they couldn't very well walk through them, but that was all. Llyn loved that feeling, being one of the homogeneous crowd, even while covered in blood and filled with until-recently-alive meat.
"I can," he answered his lover, running his free hand through her hair. "That's not what I'm doing right now, though. I'm merely suppressing their memories' ability to differentiate us from any of these others... much easier that way." He began to walk, at about the same pace as the rest of them, keeping his distance from any except his Makani.
He seemed to concentrate, as he walked, on not doing anything that would heighten someone's awareness of him or Makani. "Don't touch them, dear," he warned, not that he thought she would try. "You'll get blood on them, and worse, they'll realize you exist." His voice was low, matching the tone of the murmuring and noise around him.
There was a dive of a motel not far from where they had surfaced, and Llyn made sure his hand was mostly clean before pulling the door open and moving himself and Makani inside. He stood nondescriptly in the lobby, stroking Makani's hair as he altered the memories of the clerk to account for two new guests and a missing room key. "We'll have a room in a moment, pretty Makani... for as long as you want." His hand slipped from her hair to her waist, sharp dirty nails moving under the hem of her shirt and leaving little crescent-marks in her soft skin.
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Her lips pulled back more as she watched the people completely unaware of them. It was so odd to her. She had never felt any sort of psychic touch before Llyn, well Ike was an exception, but he was nothing near this caliber. Nowhere near. She shuddered and moved closer to Llyn, or at least tried to. She'd have to be inside him to get much closer.
She tried to scoot even closer as he told her not to touch them. Though in her mind she saw images of herself touching them, seeing them slowly freak as they realized blood was on their clothes. She couldn't help it. She felt like she was in a Horror movie and she was the monster. It felt...good. Very good...and right, like maybe she had just been waiting for someone to show her how to act, how to control herself...and let go.
They got to the clerk and she looked up at Llyn leaning her head on his shoulder slighty as he stroked her hair. She watched the clerk closely, still out of her element with this psychic thing, amazed it worked in more ways than just hearing what someone was thinking, or having flashes of the future.
"For as long as I want?" She chuckled. "You may eventually grow tired of me." She ran a hand up from his waist to his neck letting her fingers go across his skin as his nails touched her back. She arched slightly as she stood her eyes fluttering closed.
"Though I really," She let her nails go against him a little harder "hope you don't."
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Llyn stared ahead calmly, stroking Makani's hair as he finished his work on the clerk and turned his concentration to removing a room key from its slot telekinetically, and dropping it out of sight on the floor, where he could retrieve it as he passed. "I don't think I will grow tired of you, love." He stroked the back of her hand with his, as though telling her to wait.
The card dropped silently to the ground, and Llewellyn's hand on Makani's waist pressed a little. "Come along." He walked sedately toward an elevator, the room key slipping almost unnoticeably from the floor into his hand. "No, you would be surprised at the amount of creative things I can think of to do to you... or make you do to me." He grinned and pressed the button for an elevator, returning quickly to stroke Makani with his hands.
The Pilot led Makani into the elevator after the other people in it left , and waited for it to take them to their floor. As the elevator rose, he traced Makani's jaw with one finger, letting it slip between her lips as he thought of what he had seen her do with it, his nail clicking against her teeth, wondering how she was able to strip the meat so efficiently from their victim's arm.
As the elevator doors opened at their floor, Llyn hooked his finger in Makani's mouth and led her down the hall by her lower jaw. "Come on, pretty Makani. I know what you want." He looked over his shoulder and grinned at her, showing all his teeth.
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She watched his movements as he used his powers. She could barely detect a difference in him. She wished she could have been given powers like that. Of course, she never would have used them for good, well...good for other people. She moved with him like he was conducting her with his movements. She kept her hands from touching him but leaned into him easily. She followed him to the elevator silently.
"I don't think you'll have to make me do anything." She leaned against him more sliding a hand up his arm as they waited. She watched the people leave completely ignoring them. That would take awhile to get used to. She turned to watch them go mesmerized by them just not seeing her at all. Couldn't they feel that they were in danger? How could they not even sense the predator in their midst?
She followed him in turning her attention back to him instead of the sheep. She moved her head like a cat against his hand as his fingers ran over her. As his finger slid in she felt warmth climbing up her body. Her tongue laced out of her teeth to get to his finger tasting it gently. It tasted like blood and Llyn. She felt the warmth triple in her body. His finger became harder as he jerked her out of the elevator.
I feel like a fish on a hook. she had humor about it in her mind, if it was anyone else, or maybe even any other time she would have been pissed. He had her deep into his trap however. She wanted whatever he gave her. She would probably never get out, or ever really want to.
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Makani's reaction put a wider grin on Llyn's face, and he made an appreciative noise as he dragged her down the hall to their room, hastily sliding the card into the lock and opening the door. "You're the best catch I've had in a while, dear." He let her go and pulled her inside by the wrist, locking the door again behind them.
The Pilot wasted no time. Makani was on one of the beds probably before she even found her balance on the floor, with Llyn positioned over her, panting. "Dear Makani," he breathed against her, teeth pressing harshly against her neck. He had nothing else to say. She was his entire field of vision, every movement he felt, every scent and taste and sound in the room.
Blood-dulled nails slipped under her shirt hem, lifting the fabric away from her, snarling a bit when blood plastered it to her skin. "I want to take you apart and see how you work..." His hands slid over her stomach and the soft coverings of muscle and fat and skin over bones he knew were there, but might be scintillatingly different from his own. "I must keep you... as long as I can."
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Makani felt herself being pulled along with Llyn and allowing it entirely. She watched him closely, not even really attempting to see where they were going. She knew it was to their room. Their room, That made her stop dead in her mind. Did she really think that? Had she really thought that? She swallowed again. She kept waiting for that feeling of...disgust with herself that she got from that.
Except, it wasn't there.
It didn't make sense, couldn't make sense. She had been alone from a young age, a very young age. The feelings cemented in her head involved anything but love. It was useless, she didn't need it, almost like the very feeling was written into her genetic code.
Now, though she felt a warmth in her body she had never quite felt before. A predator finding a predator, it was all instinct and making moves without thinking. It felt...familiar, she knew how to do this.
He pulled her inside the room and she followed willingly behind him. She made a move towards him when the door locked but he already had her on a bed. Llyn was leaning over her, his hair hanging down around her like a curtain. The darkness of the room was evident, but she could see perfectly fine. She saw him. Her hands slid up his back and then stayed around his neck for a moment.
"Yes, you must." She let her hands slide into his hair and pull him down for a kiss hard. Her fingers twisted into his hair for leverage. She arched her back so she touched him and kissed him hard.