Topic: The Name of the Game.

Sylus Kurgen

Date: 2010-06-11 17:07 EST
"You know Camille, I really don't relish the thought of another outting with your family." The silk of Caden's napkin dapped at the corners of his mouth between bites of ripe orange. Idly enjoying the chimes that came with the noon-day bells at St. Jude Monestary in the distance. Suddenly desiring to hear them better he motioned for a servant to opent he window.

"And I don't relish the feel of spattering juice on my skin." disgust dripped from every word as her hand came up to wipe away the sudden wetness against her skin. Where delicate fingers brushed her lips sudden realization of the color clashing on her pale complexion came full circle before her screams resonated on deaf ears.

Upright and proper, she found Caden fighting to speak from a mouth no longer part of his features. The front of his face nothing more than splintered bone and raw meat. In slow motion she watched him lean and crumble to the floor. Guards quickly filled the room gathering around the fallen lord and horrorfied lady, each one soon looking for the culprit while calling for order. None held any clue as to what could cause such silent destruction. ................

A smile curled across his lips watching the mayhem unfold through his eagle eye view. "One down, five to go."

Quickly packing up his belongings Sylus began to climb down from the bell tower as noon-day mass began in the building below. He'd need to pay his respects to the brother's before departing for Rhydin, maybe ask for some absolution.

Sylus Kurgen

Date: 2010-06-11 21:26 EST
"Dukette and Seneschal will be on the move soon....have to do things quickly....but how?" The words barely slipped from his lips before the idea struck. Of course.

A laugh now at something oh so simple. Sitting up Sylus began moving around the flat gathering all that would be required for this little excursion. Normally he'd have to wait to actually sleep, but there were always tricks for this sort of thing. "Some poppy seeds....a bit of mint..." the smile on his face absolutely sadistic before finally settling down at his "My Little Mad Scientist" chemistry set. Small, cheap, but enough for the rare occasion he had to do this sort of thing.

15 minutes later....

"Ahh mint and poppy tea, nothin better to help an old soul relax. Beats warm milk and a million trips to the bathroom." finishing off the honeyed concoction he moved around the design marked on the floor, lighting a myriad of colored candles, the oder specific to a point. Finally Sylus shed his clothing and lay in the center, palms flat on the floor. He'd tried this on a bed before, the results were...messy...

Getting as comfortable as possible on a cold floor, he closed his eyes and summoned the Void and Flame. The darkness settled around him as a vast empty plan. No light, no sound, just endless darkness like that of induced sensory deprevation. Within that space came the Flame. Warm and inviting, calming, it pulled every distracting through, every unnecessary distraction to leave his mind completely focused on the task at hand. Then he was gone from the waking world as the Void gave way to a van'Gogh inspired horizon. Turqoise and gold swirling into reds and blues with a million points of light. A million dreamers and their flights of fancy.

"You could have asked you know..." The gruff tones of Fenris echoed softly at his side where the large beast settled back on it's haunches.

"Any time I ask, you make things difficult. Now, we've a job to do. Take me to Dukette." Fingers thread through the wolf's fur as they shift across the ocean of dreams. But it was a series of screams that greet his final destination. ..........

"You can run you little bitch, but I'll find you!" a roar of outrage erupted from somewhere on the grounds below as Monica huddled in her hiding spot, not wanting to draw attention to this place even when she heard him coming closer. Fingers close against the sweating flesh of her mouth to further stiffle any signs that may give her away.

Heavy steps thunder past, the sudden closeness rip a surprised gasp out of her before it can be quelled. Breath coming in quick, painful, bursts Monica kept one eye on the lone crack that allowed her to watch the hallway.

"I can smell you whore! I can smell that bastard's scent on you, in you!" A heavy crash signaled the demise of Dukette's favored china cabinet. For him to do such a thing lent more visions as to what he intended for her than anything he might actually do.

Finally pulled from the dark visions, she crept from her hiding space, certain he had moved deeper into the house. Silently her barefeet slink across rumpled carpet and around overturned furniture seeking the stair leading to the first floor landing. She needed to get away as fast as possible. A hand subconciously slid to her flat tummy evens she felt a stronger one close around her throat from behind.

Sylus Kurgen

Date: 2010-06-12 18:31 EST
"Said I'd find you?" sadistic victory floated on every word as Dukette's great mass rolled over her body, fingers tight where they cut off circulation to the carotid, killing all oxygen flow.

Monica scrambled to think even as cloth and lace were shorn away, her nails clawing for anything they could grasp. Nails and thumbs scratched at hair, eyes, and ears, anything to free his grip on her throat. Then it came. The sensation, of floating, pulled away, of safety, and freedom. Dukette's mansion bled away to a surreal landscape and a dark pair of eyes.

"Welcome little dreamer." Those eyes said. And then there was only darkness as life rushed away. ?"?"..

"Serves you right, little bitch. Try and bring me down" No one can bring me down?" Ragged breath billowed beyond yellow teeth as walrus thick flesh pushed against her lower body, hands squeezing the life from her lungs before filling her with millions of little ones never standing a chance.

Slowly Dukette lifted his bulbous girth from atop the girl, sweat beading his brow from the dual efforts. Just finding her had cost a small fortune. It'd have to come from somewhere; he'd start with Monica's family. Her little sister seemed a particularly refreshing treat. Knees ached as he rose and turned away, soldiers all ready moving to dispose of her body, hauling it down to the incinerator. ????".

"You're not seriously going to do that are you?" the wolf's tones were far, far from pleased as it watched Sylus grip the woman's spirit like an anchor to the waking world.

"She's dead anyhow, might make use of this opportunity." Shrugging he secured the connection, a particularly diabolical smile upon his lips. "I can't think of anything more"poetic."

"Your mother would not approve?"

"Funny, she's dead." Sylus threw back with a snort before falling. ???????"..

"Come " le..s" get th..it over with." Muffled words came from far away as the sensation of being carried registered.

"I don't think this is a stain that will ever come out," chimed in a lilting voice somewhere in the distance.

"Well the boss fucks us over enough, might as well actually throw in the spooge."

"That's disgusting"."

"Disgusting but true,? retorts the first voice again with a barking laugh.

The pressure against his, or would it be her, stomach gave away the guard held her in a fireman's carry. Good. That'd make things easier a touch. Not much, but some. For now it was best to settle and listen, perhaps pick up a valuable tidbit.

In the Rough

Date: 2010-06-13 11:54 EST
The towel was rubbed against the back of her neck, and down her abdomen as she looked around the empty workout room. Something felt off, different and strange even to the telepath.

Diamond hit the showers as she gave one look over her shoulder to the empty gym and the punching bag. A hand lifting to rub against her throat as she swallowed thickly.

Perhaps she had overdone the workout, but then she always pushed herself to the limits. The hot water hit her skin and she bent towards it, closing her eyes as she felt the jet streams wash along her flesh and work at the tension in her muscles.

Her nails raked against the tile as there were flashes of images in her head. Death, blood, violence.

A spirit claimed.

The sensation dropped her to her knees as she felt it all, every sensation through that strange bond and unexpected link.

She saw the wolf in the distance, down that dark path of her own mind as the dreamscape dragged her down with it.

At first she fought it but finally she would succumb as unconsciousness seized her and she found herself giving in to be nothing more then a watcher....a bystander in the dreamscape of Sylus' mind.

Sylus Kurgen

Date: 2010-06-14 18:23 EST
"You know...I hear it takes like five minutes before the body gets cold..." that bobbing voice resounded so close it was creepy. The two gaurds, Edelson and Roman, names picked up during this disjointing journey certainly knew more than their employer would like.

"Drop your pants to violate that corpse, I make sure your wife hears about it. 'sides, you wanna stick your fun-pole where the boss has been" Who knows what the fuck you'll catch." Edelson was turning out to be the veteran.

"A'right, a'right. Was just a thought, jesus. Why don't you go on ahead and get the incinerator running. Remember the last time we let one of these living pinata's slow roast like one of the Colonel's recipes." Sylus coudln't be sure if Roman was serious or joking as what seemed the norm.

"You just want an excuse to bang the corpse." Grimacing Edelson hurried off, really not wanting to even look at Roman.

Laughing where his partner in crime broke off, Roman paused to adjust his grip, arms wrapping about the dead girl's legs. "For such a skinny bitch, she's got some weight as a corpse."

"Are you saying death makes my ass look fat?" melodic tones chime in from nowhere.

"What th-" Words cut off as her body suddenly jerks, milk white thighs clamp around his face, smashing his nostrils against the fetid stink of Dukette love juice before a twist makes it the last thing he would ever know.

"Was it good for you?" musical trio of tones play lightly before slipping away like a phantom into the dark mansion.

In the Rough

Date: 2010-06-14 20:36 EST
Shadows and Radiance. She thought she could feel the Wolf like a bystander watching the whole events unfold in the dreamscape.

It was a strange experience to watch, to sense, to feel as if a part of the moment. A brow quirked with a small smile of impressed pleasure as she watched the 'corpse' animate and make easy end of the assaulting male.

"Well done."

The words were breathless and hushed, a thoughtful assessment and grace of a compliment as she felt him there, so deep within in a soul to play take the reins.

Offhanded the woman couldn't help but comment to herself as a slight smile hinted upon her lips.

"I must say....he seems to have quite the way with riding women."