[B]lack & Gold

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Samantha Korse Wolfgang;;

The stars fell outta' the sky

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Darkness.
Not the foreboding, ominous, sinister kind.
Tranquil.
Verbally silent.

Too bad her very presence had to utterly ruin it.

She was ugly. Her aura radiated darkness and cruelty; her heart beat sadistic hymns and her blood fed a merciless beast; herself.

How appropriate such factors were, especially now at this time. A rather large creature, similar to that of a wolf, gradually stalked about the cliffs. It's snout was slightly shorter than most, and instead of fur its skin was almost leather. The beast blended in easily with the darkness considering its shade was of calligraphers ink, but when it stepped out into the moons bath, it was a shadow with a life of its own. Its frame additionally seemed a bit tender, suggesting it was a female, yet the way it moved foretold it was a hybrid of sorts.

The atrocity made its way up towards the lip of the colossal cliff on two odd paw like feet. Elongated nails clicked dully against the hardened terra, only to curl into the mountainside once it stood on the very edge. Its cranium tilted back some as its maw lifted to the heavens above, its ears tucking down against its skull slightly in the process. It stood like that for awhile, obviously lost in the diamond sky above.

How she loved the stars..
To creatures like her, they were forbidden. She was a disgrace in their presence, and she was fully aware of it. They were pure, wholesome and gorgeous.. she was tainted, fractured and hideous. Yet she was drawn so massively to these minuscule glittering light bulbs. Perhaps because they didn't judge; they accepted anything and everything. Their beauty was so often overlooked simply because they were minuscule. They were a guide to many other places few often travel to, and few who care to take the journey. They were mentors, friends, loves, family.

They were her babies; her one and only true love.

Her chest swelled yet her lungs went on vacation. Butterflies fluttered heatedly yet subtly within her abdomen and her heart matched their rapid beats. Never before did she experience such unnatural rushes with anyone or anything, nor did she feel she ever would.
Ever would..

Her raven eyes suddenly stung. Bowing her head she lifted her right abnormal appendage, swiping at her optics. For some reason everytime she was in the company of these heavenly bodies she got all sappy.
With a chastising grunt to herself, she fixed her gaze instead upon the unusually calm waters below. Perhaps it wasn't just her the stars had an effect on.

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He stood over head watching a woman staring into the stars. He smelled of hate and depression. He couldn't help but feel somewhat compassionate. She also smelled of lycan but of another scent as well. Demon perhaps? A hybrid. No much worst...A lycan hybrid. To night he only wore his fighting gloves, and wore only black japanese fight pants. He found them most stylish, well for fighting. No masks.

He gives out a small growl, revealing four razor sharp teeth. He jumped down skillfully to where the woman was. Then quietly stepped foreword. "You are....A lycan hybrid...Your smell is dank and unusual...Please take no offense to my harsh words. But..." He didn't take any further stepped. "How does it feel to be rejected by the lycan society?"

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Swish; Sloop
She was memorized. Each little noise and soft murmur the ocean made below soothed her ears and pillowed her mind. Hell she might have fallen asleep right then and there..

If it wasn't for the sudden sharp howl.

She hadn't noticed in particular but her blood had started to heat considerably more than usual; the sign of someone her kind nearby. Her eyes popped open, conducting a detailed scan of the world below. For a moment she thought she had imagined it; she could see no one. But then a husky growl followed by delicate steps,

"You are....A lycan hybrid...Your smell is dank and unusual.."
Dank? Good lord did she need a bath that bad?
"How does it feel to be rejected by the lycan society?"
At this point her left perked audit swiveled backwards. Her cranium slightly canted while her onyx eyes glanced behind her casually. A purebred lycan stood a few feet behind her, standing as tall as his heritage had gifted him to.

"Mmuph," she half puffed, "rejected I am not." of course she was, but for now her tongue stole dominance over her mind. In all honesty she hadn't really thought about community and the likes. For as long as she could remember she'd always been a loner. She preferred it that way. Packs were useless, societies were lame and alliances were meant to be broken. The only true person she could depend on was herself and herself alone, and she enjoyed it. Had she been forced to work under another or spend her chaotic days with others she probably would have lost her mind long ago.

Not that it wasn't down the road anyway.

"Is there something you want, fleabag?" her gaze trained itself back to the darkened horizon in front of her. Clouds had started to form and already a wind nipped at her exposed flesh. Yes, her back was exposed and in the presence of someone she didn't know (especially so a purebred) she should have turned to confront him, to meet him head on, yet she was confident the beast wouldn't do a damn thing besides talk. Her overconfidence would probably one day lead to her demise, but until then she'd make do.

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"Are you not?" He said licking his dry lips. Already defensive, she spoke with her tongue, without the help of her mind. Not a very good thing to do. "You seem to be alone...Same as I...Rejects of society...You for your race. I for my own reasons." He said calmly. The ocean tides were calm and relaxing. "Is this...What you do? When you feel alone?"

"A flea bag? Then your half good lady." He responded. "And what a wanted was a meal. But your still a lycan. So we are in a sense in the same pack. I never under stood why the lycans sperated anyway." He said in a more welcoming manner.

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Babble babble, bitch bitch. This guy was like that damn angel she met back in Cyanide. Strong jaws parted in an obscene yet blatant yawn, the point of her tongue curling at the end accompanied with a minuscule high pitched whine added for extra oomph. He mentioned something about her current placement in the world and being alone in the process. "Hah, I don't know what gives you the idea that I dislike solitude. It's one of life's rare gifts. Perhaps you too can understand and appreciate it someday." the tone on her last sentence was biting and she glanced back towards him with a stern glare. Maybe he'd get the hint.

"I never under stood why the lycans separated anyway."
Of course he wouldn't.

Well, it was of obvious no use. Private time was over. Stealing a last glance towards her loves, she silently bid them farewell before pivoting upon her odd pad-like feet. He was built quite well and towered over her a few inches. Gloves encased his abnormally large appendages and a pair of darkened pants snuggled his waist. All he needed now was a few patches and rips in them as well as the generic lemon eyes and he'd be complete.

A soft chuckle rocked her frame at her own thoughts and observations. "Who gives a damn kid?" she began to walk towards him, "Dogs will be dogs." with a sarcastic smirk, she lightly patted his broad shoulder before completely passing him. Despite her demon blood always being her blanket, it was getting a bit chilly. Besides, she missed her coat and blades.

With precise hops, leaps and steps, she made her way down the cliff side, eventually stomping to a graceful halt at the base of the mountain. Samantha's pace was equivalent to a panthers stalk at this time as she made her way towards her dropped attire. [/blockquote][/blockquote] [/color] [/font]

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A haunting sound filled the air..

Memnoch would stir from his reverie with a raised brow as he felt the pulsating sensation of another Demon. Intrigued by it's location, far away from the city, he would stand and vanish within a quick puff of black smoke to reappear only one hundred yards from his previous position. Yellow eyes scanned beneath dark smokey frames as he searched for the source of this disturbance only to find a coat and a pair of blades upon the ground. "What do we have here..?" he cooed softly as he moved forth to pick up the blades and examine their worksmanship. "And someone would just leave these laying around.." he chuckled.

That was when he felt the same pull once more, only this time it would move faster down the mountain towards him. Quicky his yellow optics would do another scan and lock onto the presence of someone else, another Demon. His Psychic abilities would reach out into her minds eye to see from her prospective, and just as he thought she was headed right for this exact location. "..and a woman at that. Perhaps another for the collection." he spoke to himself as he went unaware to the Lycans presence. He however was not so worried about others, only interested in the demon woman.

As she landed, he would smirk widely and call out to her, "Missing something?" he asked with a deep and eerie tone. His voice was nothing normal compared to what one would expect to hear. It had a sinister ring to it that was beyond this realm, one that caused mortals to abandon the only faith and hope they could cling to as it could be described. "It's unwise to leave things so precious laying about, you never know who could just happen upon them." he spoke with his face moving back to a passive stare. Sliding his dark glasses off his face he would fold them up and place them into his pocket. Bowing he would introduce himself.

"Memnoch, does the woman have a name?"

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Lady Luck seemed to be on her side today for the purebred remained away from her. Of course he stayed away now rather than what would have been more convenient. Damn mutts.

Her stride was leisurely for the time being, her obsidian visionaries occasionally lifting up towards her loves above. What precious time she had lost with them, time she'd unfortunately never receive again. Least not the same.
With a sigh, Samantha forced herself to concentrate forwards. It wouldn't do any good dwelling on what was lost. Besides, she knew better than that.

A sudden rough gust accompanied with a sharp rise of her own temperature caused her to slow. Briefly an odd sensation befell her eyes. Another of her kind was near, but this time it was a pure demon.

Damn you Lady Luck.

"Missing something?"
Her gaze fell in the direction the devilish voice had drifted from. A rather tall male stood a ways from her, a coat similar to her own draped about his board shoulders as well as his arm. Something glimmered momentarily before the moon was completely subdued by the rolling black clouds; her blades.

Instantly her figure went ridged. Toned muscles clenched and strained, as if preparing to launch and move into action. Which indeed they were, "It's unwise to leave things so precious laying about, you never know who could just happen upon them."
Although her audits were thrust attentively forward, she hadn't heard a forsaken word this fool had said. Samantha's optics were trained solely on one thing and one thing only: her daggers.
"Memnoch, does the woman have a name?"
'noch' was what brought her out of her furious trance. It sounded German, and she was always interested in things that had ties to such descent, "Death if you don't put down those blades and that coat right now." her tongue lashed menacingly out at him. A single verbal warning was all that this demon would receive, and he was lucky he even got such notification, especially since he held her dearest possessions.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/font]

[[ God I'm sorry it's so lame hun. I promise I'll try and get better. x.x ]]

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A soul chilling cackle..

“Well aren't you the cutest thing I've ever met.” he taunted in an amused tone as she threatened him. There hadn't been anyone who actually stood up to him for almost four centuries, things were quite interesting indeed. His hands would show off as the blades were spun around his extremities with amazing speed and percision, his skills with the blades however were not completely his own. “What do you say we make this a game, hm? If you want your things, take them, if you can..” he cooed softly. Always bringing out the worst in people, even in the days of blind faith and sertitude.

His muscles were lax, as if he did not require preperation for what he would do next. For him there was a difference in his abilities, his body was quite fast to respond based upon his power, not his actual body control. Staring directly into her eyes, his yellow orbs would reflect a hell that no one knew. Projecting images into her head, he would show her fiery chasms full of screaming creatures, bulbous flesh sacks raked by the very maw of Cerberus himself. A nightmare it was indeed, however if she was atuned to her Demon nature, she would be able to resist the mental stress seeing Hell it's self would bring.

“It's beautiful, is it not? One day I'll turn this world into it's exact replica.” he spoke with a hint of spite in his tone. The very world he was made to protect, burning in the eternal fires that opposed Gods ideals. Everything he did was to spite God and the Devil himself, start a war. With enough Demons on his side, he would raze hell on earth, wage a war that would consume this world and plunge it into darkness everlasting.. or something along those lines. He had always thought it so cliche, yet neccasary for such plans to exist. “Tell me, Sam, are you a slave to Lucifer? Do not lie, "God" is watching.”