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Post by Dara on Mar 21, 2010 8:39:46 GMT -7
A soft sigh breezed through her lips. Why was she here tonight after all no sane person would be. The night seemed to bring it's cliches with it, the ice cold wind, the full moon, the mist swirled around the cold hard headstones. Somewhere she was sure she heard a lonely wolf's howl. Her ears pressed back against her head. Desari was almost to afraid to contuine on her chosen task for this evening. "come on Dara, you are daughter of the King of the Undead, No damn graveyard is going to scare you, you've watched to many movies No one is here except you and the dead"
At least she had dressed warmly, Jeans and a sweater , common clothes with designer label. Her hair tied back. "I have to do this, Hades is going to have to notice me , and Ill have the best story to tell Rose at school" Her quite pep talk continued in this manner .Finding the gates locked she cursed softly. It seemed Nature was conspiring to keep her out of the graveyard. Not once did she think to heed the warnings and pack up and go home. No instead she climbed over the wall landing at ease on the other side.
Picking a grave would be her next move. But which one would be her perfect choice. The further in she walked she was sure a small breeze had picked up.A sense of someone there but she shrugged it of reminding herself once more that shed watched to many horror movies and no one was there. She'd know if there was she was a cat after all.
Finding the newest possible she began to set up equipment. As this was her first seance it was probably the wrong things. First the dawning of a pentagram, candles,. She had brought dead things with her also and these she laid out as she had memorized them in her book. Killing a mouse she added its blood to her altar and began to chant the words to awaken the dead soul. Finding nothing happened she repeated it yelling at the end " I am Desari you will rise and talk to me I command it"
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Post by Little Lion on Mar 21, 2010 14:28:54 GMT -7
Desari was under the careful scrutiny of ravaged eyes. Her frustration was her downfall, her block from reality and his perfect delight. She blinded herself to her surroundings, petrified of them he assumed, so she let her mind be consumed by her task, a task that for the guided or the experienced was rather easy or perhaps he'd been witnessing too much. He crept closer knowing her screaming would drown out any sound of his footsteps which he was still careful to conceal. She was encroaching on his night, on his territory, on his charge. Though not particularly pleased with his charge, he had succumbed to it in the last decade and obeyed the call of what he was made into. In lay terms, he was a soul stealer, a demon, a grim reaper but in his terms he was simply damned. He pulled the open coat towards his chest for a moment, a touch of neatness rather then to ward the chill. His hands slipped to the dark wash jeans, instinctively slipping to a pack of cigarettes but remembering his surroundings, moved elsewhere. His eyes, usually a serene maroon color were scored with a blazing red hue. They flickered wildly inside their captive space, as though unable to focus on anything or everything at once. Souls were an interesting thing, easily distracted and the dead were sometimes so clueless as to their situation. And this girl, this girl cursing and screaming at tomb stones was ruining his easy meal. He felt little guilt stealing souls from dead bodies, they didn't need them. He was only ferrying in this case. The living disturbed him but this was his charge, he couldn't deny it always. Tonight had been his break but again, the loud mouthed youngling had frightened the souls into a tight hold on their dead selves or caused them to panic and flee. Ghost forms were hard for him to capture.
Daughter of Hades? Zaive's lips twisted in their sadistic smile. The little bit of info was interesting to him. He disposed the lord of the underworld with an overwhelming passion. The man had destroyed his life and given him the most horrific of lifestyles as a second chance. Zaive would rather see himself at the bottom of the ocean. Perhaps this was a bit of revenge, the only revenge he would ever get in his bitter life, the only time he knew he could cause pain to the man who had ruined him.Perfect. Zaive drew a breath, he was just behind the girl and stepping to her right. She was in for a misery that he would not reveal quickly. "They don't like being yelled at." He murmured. His slow steps took him to the gravestone she was standing infront of and he promptly perched on it. "They just died, be nice." The words hissed off his lips and through the impish smile. His eyes were taunt around the glowing red orbs, the skin around his eyes were slightly vein and dark as though he were sick or on a heavy dose of drugs. "Aren't you a little young to be tormenting the dead?" He asked, his eyes crawling down her body. He never forgot his low nature and the lust of flesh he still clung to as a reminder that he too was once man.
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Post by Dara on Mar 21, 2010 16:04:41 GMT -7
They don't like being yelled at Those simple five words put the fear into her heart, and sent the hairs on her body stand on end. It meant someone was here with her. In a locked graveyard .At night. Was he a ghost, a zombie or just trouble. He didn't have anything dropping off, or smelled that bad. He didn't look ethereal, in fact there was nothing otherworldly about him. Just to make sure she touched him nervously.Pinching him with two fingers. The stranger felt real, and that sent of warning signals to her brain. This could be trouble with a capital T. "It isn't nice to sneak up on someone either" She replied softly. Trying to swallow her fear she began to look for an escape route. It was hard to keep her ears and tail from showing the alarm she felt inside.
"What would you know about me?" The young neko hissed back. Suddenly on the defensive and forgetting her fear. She did take a step back though. His very image disgusted and frightened her .This man almost looked like death itself . Maybe he was some kind of zombie after all"Who or what are you anyways? As she spoke she took a second step back deciding suddenly she wanted to distance herself from this creature."
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Post by Little Lion on Mar 29, 2010 14:52:01 GMT -7
Zaive's face puckered to a scowl as Dara's fingers nimbly dug into his skin giving it a sharp twist under pressure. He pulled his arm back with a hasty yank and pinned a heavy scowl in her direction. His lips twitched but the remark stayed behind his tight pressed lips just shy of demanding to know what the heck her problem was. Instead, a calmer retort tumbled off his lips, caught up and distorted in his lack of effort. "It isn't nice to pinch." He was mimicking her childish response with a sour tone, knowing it would annoy her, anyone really, to be mocked. "It wasn't sneaking if you were listening." He was muttering under his breath, allowing the non effort to pummel and mangle the words on his unmoving lips. His eyes had wandered off at sharp angles due to his irritation with her, he couldn't quite look her way. Apparently what he was saying was nothing more then a verbal vomit of what was on his mind The fiery red intruding on his eyes, pulsed as the girl stepped away from him sending instinctual hunger pangs into his mind reminding him to not let potential energy escape. He gave a small sniff, bringing in a short quick burst of oxygen to feed his temperamental mind and keep it quieted. Her presence, the ignorant feisty soul, was burning at his mind and the quick burst of air to his system was only a moment of relief. In her seance dabbling she had disturbed him and thus had made herself like a child walking between enraged pit-bulls. He'd bite her out of blind instinct. Luckily, the demon liked to play with his 'food'. Zaive's shoulders gave a slow roll as he shrugged and dropped down off the gravestone. "I wouldn't know much." His voice had taken a clear, conversational tone as he responded properly. "Just what I can see and hear. When you do what I do, body language pretty much screams at you, 'here's your sign'." His hand flipped through the air as though talking about a sign in lights and his lips curved at their corners, pursed and dismissed the smirk along with the joke. "Me?" He was staring at the ground, peering over her seance set up. "I'm demon possessed." He tapped his face at the bruised color under his sunken eyes. It seemed to be crawling out to take over the rest of his skin as though he were malnourished and yet feeding his body with some sickly addictive and illegal drug. " I am soley driven by souls." He ran the toe of his shoe over the chalk of her drawing, breaking her pentagram line. "Don't worry..." He tucked his hands into his pocket and brought his head up to look at her. "I still have human tendencies." The sinner's grin was just creeping into his expression barely checked. "You're obviously a neko..." He changed the topic for her comfort, she seemed a little young to follow his innuendo with any ease of mind. "I knew one once." His voice trailed off leaving the story in the air and he wandered over to one of the candles Dara had lit and passed his hand through it several times. "So, what is a neko doing raising the dead? Zombies are a rather mindless affair."
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Post by Dara on Mar 31, 2010 6:50:36 GMT -7
"I had to make sure you were real " The feline instantly defended her anti social behavior. Just as if she had been caught with fingers in the cookie jar or something."After all you could be Casper's relation or something"She wanted to seem calm, relaxed around the creature, two things she clearly wasn't.
At this moment in time she still wasn't sure how Zaive had actually got there. Or even if her little ritual had summoned him instead of the prize she was after.
As he Jumped down from the gravestone , Dara found herself taking another step back. If he was going to grab for her she wanted a few spaces head start. Her instinct where telling her to run, flea to safety while she still could. Yet it was her curiosity that kept her here. "Demon possessed" She echoed the two words. They did not sound good. No they sound downright dangerous to her. She shivered as she felt sick to her stomach just looking at him, his very appearance repelled her. How could someone live looking like he did. He looked like he barely survived at all. Fear and bile creating an acid in her stomach. Watching him break her lines worried her, but on the other hand Zaive had definitely not come from her At least she didn't think so anyway.."Who possessed you? Who is your master?"" She demanded as she tried hard not to keep the fear away from both her body language and her voice . Although she was sure she had done both and Zaive had to know by now how afraid of him she was. The question was a valid one. If he was one of her father's creatures there was a slim chance she could command it. It was the slimmest of chances. One doomed to fail but she had to think her way out of this anyway she could.
I am solely driven by souls What did that mean? That he was a collect er of souls, or even creepier like some sort of vampire. Was either even possible? She'd look it up if she made it out of this situation. "Just dead souls right?"She asked nervously, this time she didn't bother to mask her apparent fear. It would be obvious anyway with her ears pressed hard on her head "What was she like, your friend the Neko?" If she acted nice and kept the conversation flowing maybe just maybe she'd figure out away to escape. Running just might be out the question. The demon looked fast, to run and climb , that was maybe a different thing altogether.She smiled as he made his little joke. A nervous laugh fell from her lips"Zombies are a little second rate, a little boring, don't you think?" If they where going to talk about dead things, she might be able to succeed at a conversation with the creature after all "Ghosts and Infri are more interesting, adventurous Mr Demon" Slowly she allowed herself to relax a little. Or at least appear that way. Inside her stomach was still knotted in fear. "And adventure is what I came seeking tonight" It was a half lie but she wasn't going to part with the knowledge that she'd being trying to impress her father or that he was Hades. She just hoped he hadn't heard her earlier outburst. She doubted that in this situation it would help, just hinder her.
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