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*As Alera Shay Veil would proceed to the Til Death Arena, she felt a steady ease come over her as she stomped along the ground making way, keeping her posture upright and centered and her face held a gentleness to it and yet also a sterness. She proceeded into the Arena as a deep, menacing howl would whisper through the soft breezes of the Arena as she entered that welcomed her with such a violent passing. Small tendrils of her black inky hair would blow in the softness of the howl and she would lightly smile at this, fore she knew here she would find something fun today. She chuckled sinisterly on the inside as she made her way down the small hand dunes that would lead to the Sparring grounds. As she appeared on the rim of the Arena, she looked down into its way as she studied the outline of it carefully with her flickering red eyes, the eyes of a demon. Observing the precise patterns on the ground and the distance gaps between end to end. Calculating the length and width of the Arena fore this would be the map that she so wilingly would approach to face another and would be her domain for the Eve. She walked down the Large steps on one side of the Arena that would face towards the opposite end. The light breezes blowing past would increase as dark whispers in a foreign language would surround her and breathe softly into her ear as guidance and meditation to her. She closed her eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply, exhaling lightly. She opened her eyes as her thick black lashes would rise, revealing the starry, glistening hellfire within her. Her porcelain glistened in the lighting of the Arena as a lightening storm would commence over head, giving the Arena a eery, harsh tone. She took her stance which would be her left leg before her right, giving them about a foot and a half distance as her body would be turned slightly to the side, however she would face straight ahead. This stance was to keep balance against any charges, pushes, or harsh hits that would attempt to knock her down. It gave her precision, balance and steadiness. From head to Toe, Alera would be fully armored as she wore her thick, black wavy hair pulled up tightly into a messy, curly bun, leaving some strands of inky jet black hair to fall to the sides of her face, exposing her vampiric pointy ears. Her eyes were fiery and dangerous as they held a certain sinister glow to them. Small red jewels decorated the ridge of her nose as they had been implanted. From the base of her neck, a special type of alluminum armor decorate from her neck to her shoulders down that could take hard hits of energy blasts as well as strikes of the sword. It protected against fire and ice as the armor continued to decorate her shoulders completely and crossing over to her chest. The center of her breasts and the partial skin of her top chest area would be exposed as the armor mainly covered her breasts and going downward, leaving a "V" cut as it covered her center part of her stomach. Her sides would be fully exposed as her soft, smooth skin glistened lightly. From her sides to her back, the armor continued from the top of the back of her neck down the center area of her spine, leaving little to no gaps for hits. Her arms were covered with thick leather gloves that matched the color of the dark plated alluminum. Her arms exposed barely as the gloves did have openings along the arm. However from her fingertips up to about five inches past her wrist would be fully protected. Downwards, the armor covered from the middle of her stomach area down to her pelvic area, wrapping around her curvy, sensious thighs. Her legs were most exposed out of all of her armor. Leaving her thigh mostly exposed as a band of armor wrapped around her leg on both sides. The combat plated boots she wore, matched the rest of her armor perfectly as they strapped around her legs, going past her knees a bit, full covered from the front. Partial skin would be exposed from the wrap around of the boots. Leaving part of the back of her heel exposed as well as part of her calves. The armor that decorated the tall, curvy figure of Alera shined in against the hard strikes of lightening in the sky above the Arena. A small, sinister smile would appear on her face as it struck once more, shaking the grounds of the Arena underneath her precious, perfectly planted feet. She bared two twin katanas which were given to her by Sir Angel Blackwell which he had specially crafted himself. The Blades themselves were "blessed" by the demons of the Underworld in which the Blackwell Empires had protected over. Being "blessed" by the Demons of the Underworld, the blades could reflect energy meant to do harm and withstand hard strikes against anothers weapons or swords. The edge of the blades were sharpened to a perfect slicing ridge that would be able to cut through hard matters or the softness of flesh with ease. The Hilt of the swords were rather large and decorated with engravings of prayers of the Underworld for the Souls that were kept and trapt there. Giving Alera wisdom in her battles as she had used them. The swords extended from the base of the hilt to the point of the sword about three and a half feet to four feet long. Strapped securely in their sheaths behind Alera's back, she placed her hands upon her hips as she held her stance. Downwards on her right thigh, an 8 dagger set would be strapped around her as the points of the daggers were thick and razor sharp. They held a certain balance to them as well as a lightness that would make throwing them across great distances rather less difficult and having better aim with them. The small hilts of the daggers were engraved with a lycan symbol in which Alera had crafted herself. The daggers secured to Alera's thigh held a certain fun and dangerous tone to them as her fingers itched to wrap around one to see it dart across the room, knowing its power and precision. She breathed calmly and steadily as she held a secure aura around her. Having much confidence and no fear in her heart. She bared the powers of the four elements: Air, Fire, water and Earth. These elements would be limited as Alera would still be learning to hold their powers to a greater extent. She held the powers of Magic which would only be used to dodge as she could Orb to another place within the Arena. However, Alera kept this skill to a minumum when sparring. Speed and Agility were great strengths to her as she could withstand many hits, however knowing she was not "invincible". Her staminia would be immense as she could continue on for long periods of time, even if injured..never wishing to give up so easily. Her heightened sense of Smell, Vision and Hearing would be an advantage as she could Smell the Blood she would draw and know the severity of it and when to strike again. Her vision was keen and precise as she could follow the movements of an object with little effort, keeping an eye to detail. Her Hearing strengthened due to the Lycan self she possessed, the sounds of hard steps or the swinging motion of an object as she would be turned away would allow her to indicate the direction and movement of so. She held incredible balance and precision as well as swift, cunning footwork. Her mind would be set for strategy and low tolerance of pain. She held her head high as she faced the opposite Arena, Her stance strong. Her weapons sharp and deadly and her Skills perfect to the "T" of what she needed to accomplish the missions of the Day. Her sinister smile widened a bit, exposing two razor sharp fangs as she continued to stare ahead, the lightening above would strike hard, hitting the sand dunes that surrounded the Arena as Alera was ready for whatever was to come. Mentally prepared to fight and to live. To give all that she could and to withstand any emotional, mental and physical barriers and obsticales*

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CharmedxOne
02:56 Oct 25 2011

And yes, there were a few minor grammar/spelling errors. Mind you this was at like 2 a.m.

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divineshadow
22:06 Oct 25 2011

cool

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When he first came to me, I was scared. Intimidated, by all that he was and appeared to be. I never knew such a lust like this could ever exist. He came closer, his perfect flawless skin glistening in the dim lightening of the room. I studied the hard structures of his jaw line, the deepness in his eyes that could only lead to his soul which I wasn't sure he even had anymore. The shadows under his eyes and the twisted smirk he carried painted on his face. He looked lifeless. The only thing that would signify life in this being was the flickering in his cold, hazel eyes. A shiver crawled up my spine making the hairs on the back of neck stand up. The goosebumps creeped its way down my arm as he neared me. I wanted to run but I wanted to stay. Curiosity struck me down, hard. I could only wonder if he would hurt me, or if he would... I kept my calm, or at least tried to make a front as so. His movements were calm, relaxed and held perfect upright posture. He was dangerous. I wasn't. Compared to him, I was this fragile little toy that he could toss around with ease or break me in two if he wanted. Inches away from me he stood. Glaring with the flickering eyes and the twisted smirk which I seemed to be hypnotized by so damn easily. My chest would rise and fall with a faint quickness as if I couldn't bare to breathe. I hoped he wouldn't notice this, but I wouldn't put it past him. I'd never put anything past him. The silence filled the room which was lit up by the harsh flickering of the raging fire. The shadows creeped along the walls and around the odd pieces of furniture. He placed his hand upon my cheek and I swear I felt my heart sink into the pit of my stomach. I tried to breathe. I tried to speak, no words came out. He moved his hand with one quick movement to the back of my neck and gripped it. It hurt at first, simply because I could feel the aggression in the movement that didn't even seem to move.. it just, happened. I gasped in shock, as he had done the unexpected. I could never know what to expect from him. Our encounters were few and rather.. frightening to be honest. And yet, I never failed to stumble across his lands to gaze upon the mystery in which I was drawn to. He loosened the grip on the back of my neck and chills ran over me from the coolness of his touch. The look in his eyes changed to something more seductive. I bit my lip and glanced down. He pulled my chin back up with a light touch of his finger and shook his head to me, still with that smirk across his face. All I could do was simply nod to him. He pulled me closer, placing his other free arm around my waist. I shuddered a bit as I knew if he wanted to, he could take my life fore I had never been this close to him before. Fear striked me, along with something else which was rather unexplanable. He hovered his lips inches from mine as I felt my hand absent mindedly grip his arm around my waist. He parted his lips softly as if to speak and only neared closer. I closed my eyes slowly as I felt his warm breathe upon my face. Our lips hovering inches from each other. Nothing happened. I opened my eyes again and I found him starring at me. His expression, softened. His lips pressed together and his eyes dimmed with almost a sadness to them. I felt my eyebrows pull together as I tried to figure out what exactly it was he was feeling or perhaps thinking. He released me, his arms slipped away from my body and I clasped my hands into a fist. Not out of anger to him, but to me mostly. I longed for his touch again. I begged for it on the inside. And yet as he starred at me, I couldn't help but to feel he could read my mind. Even though I knew he coudln't. He took a step back from me. And then another. The same look upon his face. It never changed. I took a deep breathe and somehow managed to take two large steps to him and pressed my body against his, my arms going over his shoulders as one hand cupped the back of his neck, pulling him to me with such aggression that I wasn't aware I possessed until now. His face was almost hilarious. The shock in his eyes at this mere mortal's bravery. His face lightened once again and he cracked a smile. Such a twisted appearance on him. I pulled him closer as I felt his arms wrap around my waist as a slight look of aggression caught fire in his eyes. Without effort, he pulled me up and my legs wrapped around him. I felt my heart race. I wanted him. More than I ever thought I did. Before I could even blink, my back was against the wall and he had pinned me to it. My lower half still straddled around his magnificent frame. He pushed his lips to mine and the coolness from his touch gave me shivers down my body as I inhaled his intoxicating sweetness and felt the tender yet hard touch of his lips against my own, soft pale ones. Meshing together and kissing so deeply & passionately. He held my arms above my head as he kept me pinned to the wall. I must say, I never thought I'd be in this position with him. I loved it and only craved more. He moved down slowly from my lips to my cheek, down to my neck. He hesitated for a moment as if questioning himself. Without thinking, I tilted my head to the side, exposing my flesh to him more so. He pushed against my body more as I did and placed his lips on my soft, porcelain flesh. He kissed it gently. Then again, and again. Moving lower to my collar bone, then to the upper part of my exposed chest. The white corset dress that I wore pleased him so as he had mentioned it in the past of how it had fit me well. Considering he gave it to me as a gift. For what reason? Who knows. Maybe for this moment in which we had both secretly been hoping for? Or perhaps that was just me. It snugged the curves of my small figure and tightened around the bust area. He kissed lower as he continued to hold my hands over my head. Bound by his hands, there wasn't any other way I'd rather be at the time. He looked up to me, full of lust in his eyes. I shivered a bit as I felt him push his lower half into me more. He seduced me. He had me in the palm of his hand. And he would never release me. I knew this. He knew this.



...... to be continued.

She walked through the forest as the leaves crunched under her bare, soft feet. The dirt stained her soft heels as she continued to move towards an unknown destination. She didn't seem to mind that the shadows lurked every which way and the howls of the night blowing through the cool air that caressed her porcelain skin. A slight shiver would crawl up her spine as she swayed from left to right as her eyes stayed to the ground. Her white, creamy dress would snug the sensuous curves of her small figure and move with her each step as it hovered lightly above the ground which she took precious steps upon. The moon light seemed to shine a bit brighter on such an Eve as it shone through the tree tops over head. Lena would stop and look upwards, gazing up at the moon as she felt her energy pulse through her veins. Such an overwhelming and exilerating feel as the moon would always serve as an energy source to her. It always gave her a bit of hope as it was the light in the darkness. Her light in Her darkness as she saw it. The howls of the winds would pick up slightly and toss her dark hair past her shoulder in such an eerie way. She looked ahead and continued to move on through the dark forest. Small twigs and large branches snagging on to her soft dress in which she paid no attention to. She felt as if something was calling to her...and she followed so absent minded to the beckon which sang to her in whispers. As she reached the lining of where the forest meets the open field, she would see a large Manor. Isolated from civilization and the rest of the world would seem so far away as she gazed upon its odd structure and impressive beauty. Lena hesitated at the lining and looked down to herself, swiping off any leaves and twigs that had caught on to her. A deep, menacing growl would come forth from behind her and she quickly turned to see what it could possibly be. She felt the air thicken as something was sure to approach, something dark and awful. She began to jog lightly towards the Manor, seeing that it had a thick black iron gate in front of it and a stone wall that surrounded its perimeter, she haulted. Placing her small, soft hangs around the iron bars, she sighed and looked down. The deep growl that came forth from the forest started up again, this time being a bit louder and more menacing than before. It striked fear into her heart. She gasped and pushed against the iron gates, which opened just barely for her to slip her small frame inside. She would stumble towards the stone steps which would lead to two black double doors of the home, trimmed with a fine precious gold. She thought about knocking. Would anyone be able to hear it in such a large estate? She decided against it and took a deep breathe before pushing her weight against the double doors, which creaked open in such an odd way. She poked her head inside and glanced from left to right with her keen gentle golden brown eyes. She pushed the doors open a bit further and slipped inside as a warm, flickering fire greeted her. She pushed her back to the doors and closed them softly as she looked up to the tall ceiling and looked down the long, narrow hallway. Two large pottery bowls with such a wide opening were placed parallel from each other by the doors in the hallway. Each held a furious fire that greeted her with warmth. She rubbed her soft hands together and cautiously made her way down the hall. Her dress lightly moving with her soft steps and her dark hair draped over her pale shoulders. Lena admired the interesting artwork posted along the hallway that she continued to walk down. They bared pictures of dark things, demonic things.. things that you could only imagine in your nightmares. She wrapped her arms around herself as she felt a bit scared. "I shouldn't be here" She said to herself in a soft tone as she thought outloud and continued on anyway, despite the edge she felt in her stomach. No sound could be heard, no steps, no life... just the dead silence that filled this place. The only sound that could be heard was Lena's light steps against the hard ground as her bare feet met the cold floors graciously. She appeared at the end of the hall which would open up to a grand room. The first thing she would notice in sight would be a fountain with beautiful clear water that trickled lightly which echoed through the room. Despite it's size and the oddness of having a fountain inside, it went with the odd place and seemed to be a perfect fit. Made of stone, a rather dark color, the fountain contained small sculptures of angels facing upward, hands outstretched as if to be calling out to their God. Such a beautiful structure. She looked to her left and could see random pieces of furniture. The main thing that caught her eye after seeing such a beautiful fountain would be a large chair. Candles decorated the walls stretching across and she moved closer to the left, where strange pieces of furniture could be seen a bit better. She approached the object which appear to be a large chair of some sort. As she neared it, she examined it a bit and could see that it was leveled up higher than the rest of the furniture in the room. Gracious looking, almost Royal. She gasped as she realized it had been a throne. Wondering what sort of being would occupy such a home and demand a throne was beyond her. She heard of stories of the Vampires that kept themselves hidden from the rest of the world, the Demons that lurked in the shadows and the Wolves which stood taller than Men. It did not seem so silly to her as she was not exactly human herself. She glanced up to the tall ceiling and could see an iron chandelier placed above which held rows of candles going around which gave the room a dim lighting which her porcelain skin seemed to glisten in. She turned around and observed the rest of the room as she could see two staircases that lead upwards in a winding way on both the left side as well as the right. The walls were covered in a patterned black wall paper which gave the room an elegant appearance. Lena towards the fountain and would face the opposite direction of the throne as she could see that the opposite end would be a small living room area. Couches, a fire place, a small sitting swing and flowers of decoration around the room occupied the space. She looked towards the staircase to her left and wandered what was up that way. She resisted her temptation and sat on the edge of the fountain as the water lightly trickled behind her. No sounds. No movements. Just silence and the light drops of water echoed. The Manor held various statues and art work along the walls and tall doors could be seen around the room, leading to other rooms which could possibly be a kitchen, perhaps a ballroom or even a green room. She didn't bother to continue searching. She had entered enough and placed her elbow upon her lap and her chin on her palm as she sighed, not knowing exactly what to do. She had no place to go now. Nor any family to turn to as she was now completely alone in the world. Wandering for days through the woods and this would be all that she found. Frightening as it appeared and yet she felt safe. She closed her eyes for a moment and breathed lightly as she tried to not ponder on the death of her mother which had been so recent. The horrors filling her mind and the images haunting her that never seemed to end. Light foot steps would come across the hard marble floors of the home and Lena opened her eyes widely as she figured the owner of the home had entered. But from where? She heard no doors nor breathing. The steps came from behind the fountain, her back facing the sound. She held her breathe, afraid to turn. A soft, smooth and silky voice would fill the room as directed to her. Such a masculine tone and yet it held a certain gentleness to it. "What Brings you here into the home of another in which you do not know? Nor present yourself to its caretaker".

Lena gulped lightly and stood, placing her hands in front of her and gripping tightly to each other. Nervousness filled her along with fear. She placed her head down and turned slowly to face the man which spoke to her. She looked up only to gaze upon the face of an incredible handsome being, his jaw structure so hard and fine. His skin awefully pale and smooth looking. Little did she know that would be the skin of what some would refer to as "a monster". His skin would take much strength to break through as it was thick and hard and smooth, like marble. She gazed upon him and shook her head, apologizing quickly with mumbled words and fear in her tones. "I.. I'm so sorry... I, had no where else to.." Her voice trailed as he raised a hand to stop her where she spoke. She bit her lip nervously and nodded to him before he would speak once more, shifting his weight from his right leg to his left which he held back past his right. Almost as if taking an odd fighting stance and yet he seemed to casual and calm. No tension. Just, relaxed. "Why do you have no where else to go?" He continued his questioning in a hard voice and kept his eyes to her, never once blinking nor breaking gaze. "I have no family, nor anywhere to turn to in the world. I came across your home in search for... I don't know what" She shook her head as she felt apologetic to him, fore she had broken into his home and yet he seemed to be taking it very well in an odd way. "Where did you come from? I.. didn't hear anyone enter" She asked him, as she appeared fearful of his answer. He twisted his lips up into a rather sinister smirk and shook his head at such a foolish question. She failed to see him sitting in the shadows of the darkest corner which had consumed his tall figure. "I've been here, but invisible to your eyes". She nodded and looked down as she was bare foot and felt completely under dressed as she looked back up upon his black suit which seemed a bit over the top for no special occasion but she ignored it and began to move slowly towards the hallway in which she entered. She moved, he moved. He countered her movement and continued to stay planted before her. His breathing was light and nearly motionless. He appeared more as a statue than a living thing. The only thing that would signify life in him were the harsh flickering of his dark eyes. His inky black hair covered the sides of his face as it had almost reached his shoulders. "I should go, I'm sorry for intruding" She would try to move again and yet without fail, he would move as well, blocking her exit. She felt fear strike her heart and her heart rate increased. "You can stay a bit longer, I surely don't mind. However, I wish to know... are you scared?" He flashed a sinister grin which also gave him a deadly charming appearance. Lena did not like to be seen as scared and fearful and by this time she thought to herself, "if he hasn't hurt me or attacked me now, perhaps he's smart enough not to do so." She shook her head to him as her eyes lost the fear slightly and her face hardened a bit and yet became more relaxed than fearful. "No, in fact I am not afraid. Should I be?" She thought of how this was an odd conversation for introductions and yet, she didn't seem to mind. She raised a brow to him and he only grinned a bit wider to her. Examining her with his hellfire eyes and sizing her up. He didn't answer her. He would only turn and move back towards the living area in which the fire place flickered and gave off a dim light to the rest of the room as far as it would stretch. She held her tongue and looked towards the hall way where the double doors were and then looked to the man which was now walking away from her. She moved to the doors first and then stopped to look back at him. She felt a tinge of fear near the doors and yet felt safe in that place. She followed him with light steps as he turned himself to the side and took a seat in red fabric chair which appeared most comfortable as it remained hidden in the shadows. She observed him and looked away quickly as she could feel he was doing the same to her. "Sit", he would say in a demanding way as she could hear the soft threading of his fingers against the arm of the chair. She nodded and sat as demanded and starred upon the fire that raged on in the room. The fire lit up her porcelain face so beautifully as her soft shaded pink lips were lightly parted as if she wanted to speak but was at lost for all words.