welcome
Fallen Skies is een 'high fantasy Textbased-RPG' die zich afspeelt in een mytische wereld vol wonderlijke wezens, monsters en magie. Het land verdeeld onder zes koningkrijken is altijd bewegend en beïnvloedbaar. Het kan zomaar zijn dat jij de held wordt van het gehele land of misschien zelfs de grootste terreur die Fallen Skies ooit meegemaakt heeft. Alles is mogelijk in deze gevaarlijk mooie wereld. En niets is gek genoeg.
map
season
De ondraaglijke hitte kan maar één ding betekenen. Zomer is in het land. En met regen dat over geheel Fallen Skies uitblijft ziet het er niet goed uit voor de boeren en minderbedeelden.
current event
Een onbekende ziekte teistert Fallen Skies. Niemand blijkt veilig te zijn voor de verwoestende dood die Queen Dacosta meegenomen lijkt te hebben. Is er een mogelijkheid om te overleven, of is iedereen ter dood veroordeeld?
staff
List of the current city rulers: click here
Account switch
Gebruikersnaam


Wachtwoord

credits
©2017 Fallen Skies staat onder leiding van het team en wordt ondersteund door Actieforum. Alle teksten, beelden, codes en plotlijnen zijn auteursrechtelijk beschermt door de desbetreffende eigenaar.
Deel
Vorige onderwerpGa naar benedenVolgende onderwerp
avatar
Member
Real name : Jennifer
Aantal berichten : 201
IC posts : 82

Character sheet
Age: Immortal
Occupation: Cultist
Residence : Traveler
Profiel bekijken

Hunters in the night [Delaney]

op do okt 05, 2017 7:56 pm
Why so serious?
I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve
His fingers dragged along the cold walls of another treacherous kingdom. Like a lost boy on the edge of a plain field. But he was all but lost, he was all but forgotten. Just as every city also this one had a certain depth to pay. But he wasn’t here to collect, no, he rather had them scared on the edges of their beds praying to whoever they believed in. Avanti didn’t believe, not in any god, not in anything, not even in himself. All of his acts came out of instinct, a keen eye and a clever mind. For all the years he had stolen from others, he collected it already enough for his own. So seeing him walking there wasn’t out patience, or waiting, he was here for the first time back after some years … and ooh, did he missed the last events this kingdom had to over. An almost invisible grin stroke his lips, the sound of stone against fingers brushing into the night. No, he wasn’t here to collect, he was here to hunt.

Vampires needed food as much as anybody else. His diet was just a little different and the thoughts of it just grazed his tongue over the sharp edges of his teeth. While he walked there, just outside the walls, the light purple sparkle in his blue eyes shut he listened … he smelled. He could feel the lives of the dead cursing through his veins, he could taste their fear for the darkness for he was just that. He rather played the invisible demon rather than knocking on doors. Avanti lived on fear, if they wouldn’t fear him, he wouldn’t even be here. The Sharpe recognizable smell of blood turned his head to the left. He opened his dark eyes and gazed at the trees of a long forest. He turned his head, hearing the light footsteps making ground and before he even could find out that devilish smile crossed his face. Outside, all by herself and he just has to be this hunger. How could he even resist a face he saw already before, how could he resist beauty as that to bite in.

Avanti left the walls surrounding safety and melted into the darkness of the forest. You would think people would learn to not be out after dark, clearly they didn’t. So he had to remind them of it. He didn’t need eyes of ears to follow her through the forest, only that tasting smell leaded him the way. His footsteps light, not even to hear, his body slim, adapting to every single detail. He sneaked up to her like a predator on its prey. Whatever she was hunting it ran away for him, the true monsters of the night. ‘Such a shame,’ his voice was nothing more than a whispering calling out to her, his body moving without the change for her to see it. ‘sweet Delaney.’ He followed, standing still, smiling from out of the darkness. ‘Don’t hunt when the monsters are around.’ He advised her in that same sweet voice. Oh, did he love to play with his pray before devouring it.

DELANEY ©️
avatar
Member
Real name : Michelle
Aantal berichten : 93
IC posts : 64

Character sheet
Age: 17
Occupation: Daughter of the Jarl
Residence : Skorravir
Profiel bekijken

Re: Hunters in the night [Delaney]

op vr okt 06, 2017 2:37 pm

do not go gentle into that good night
rage and rage against the dying of the light


Her hunt had been all too important for her. She had gone too far in order to find her prey. Now she was on her way home having caught nearly anything. But the nightsky was already fully above her, bringing all the dangers of it with it. Delaney wasn't one to scare quickly, but she knew what the night could bring and wasn't all that happy to be around when the monsters came out.

On her way back however she had found an small group of deer. From the back of her horse she slowly grabbed her bow and layed an arrow in it. Drawing the string back and taking a deep breath ready to release. All her instincts focussed. A deer could feed her family for a week. It would be well recieved at home. Just before she wanted to release her arrow however the wildlife shocked up and the group ran away. Far out of her shot and the arrow hit the snow in a miserable attempt. A bit shocked, somewhat confused Delaney stared at it. She nor her horse had made a sound. But something had allarmed the deer.

A whispering voice was all she needed to confirm what had shocked away her deer. Or rather, who. Immediatly she drew another bow pointing it into the darkness. Even if the arrow wouldn't do a thing to him she still felt a bit more prepared with it. Her horse underneath her started moving around breezing loudly, obviously getting uncomfortable. "I thought you were dead." Was her simple reply into the shadows trying to find the origin of the voice eventually lowering her bow so she could attempt to calm her horse down. "Then I'll return home immediatly." She spoke calmly not trying to show her nervous breathing. "My hunt can continue tomorrow.." Making her horse take a step back she begged herself that that was enough for him tonight. That he was just here to scare her and nothing more.




You broke the wrong part of me
You broke my wings but forgot I had claws
avatar
Member
Real name : Jennifer
Aantal berichten : 201
IC posts : 82

Character sheet
Age: Immortal
Occupation: Cultist
Residence : Traveler
Profiel bekijken

Re: Hunters in the night [Delaney]

op di maa 27, 2018 5:47 pm
Why so serious?
I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve
It had been a while since he last sat foot on this land, its citizens and souls. Avanti didn’t came with an agenda, he just did what he loved to do and for over two years this wasn’t appealing enough to him. Why he was back now? Who would know, whatever spooked in his head was only for him to hear. Maybe it was a simple longing, maybe he was bored, maybe he had a goal, maybe he was just here to finish the job. Nobody would probably notice him being here, except if he wanted you to know. She would know … it would only need that certain tone in his voice for her to know it was him. And that just brought the hardly recognizable grin on his pale lips. After all those years, all those moments “together” she should know better then to hunt in the dark.

She had to know, as soon as the deer left, that maybe she wasn’t all that alone. Or did he left such a poor impression on her the last time they encountered. The horse she was sitting on snorted and the arrow she used made him almost laugh, would she really think it would save her? Whatever monsters where out here, she couldn’t take them, not with an arrow, not with the speed of that horse, not if the monsters wanted her. At her words he chuckled lightly, airy. ‘I am,’ Avanti started, pushing himself away from out of the darkness, looking at the arrow she so firmly pointed at him. He was dead, technically. ‘maybe I’m just a longing thought in the back of your head, wishing for me.’ He whispered amused, tilting his head as he slowly revealed himself out of the darkness. ‘You missed me?’ It wasn’t a question and maybe it was. He hadn’t seen Delaney for over two years and here she was, already so alone with him. In a way it felt familiar, this and yet there was so much changed, she was probably changed.

As she got on his body slowly stepped closer, slowly releasing the black strands of his messy hair, the hint of purple between the blue, the arrogance, the amusement lingering on his lips. As she said she would hunt tomorrow, as her horse stepped back his body was fast enough to grab the reins. All of the sudden he wasn’t that far away anymore. He looked up to her, smelling the blood that was so familiar rushing through her veins. ‘What about my hunt?’ He asked innocent, clenching his fingers a little tighter around the reins as the horse panicked under his presents. ‘I didn’t see you for two years, surly I missed a lot, so,’ his words lingered away as he petted the horse, seeing how it rolled his eyes back before he looked back up to Delaney. ‘why don’t you come down from there and let me look at you.’ He challenged her with that dreadful look of him.

DELANEY ©️
avatar
Member
Real name : Michelle
Aantal berichten : 93
IC posts : 64

Character sheet
Age: 17
Occupation: Daughter of the Jarl
Residence : Skorravir
Profiel bekijken

Re: Hunters in the night [Delaney]

op za apr 14, 2018 9:31 pm


Shivers ran down her spine. Making the air around her appear even colder than it was just minutes before. Her blood however seemed to boil under her skin. Realising that thin layer of fabric and skin was so little to hide valuable blood away from him.

Before the man she had never come in contact with a true monster of the night. She had been living a quite reasonable lifestyle. Training hard to become stronger. Living on the edge, even seeking danger as a form of excitement. But when he had turned up in her life things had changed. Threatening to hurt her family she had willingly become his meatbag. Letting him toy with her mind and soul and even while he had been away for so many years now. And she had grown stronger in every way it was all swept away the moment she heard his voice. Speaking the exact truth of her darkest desires. Deep inside she had always wondered wether he had left because he was done with her. If she had been nothing more than a toy and the dog had finished playing. Ripped her apart enough to start focussing on new chewtoys.

She couldn't deny that the fear cursing through her system was pared with a certain excitement. Telling herself this feeling was in the hope that she had now grown stronger enough to be able to defeat him and end his terrorstreak, but knew well enough that she would never be powerfull enough for that.

His words were like icy daggers stinging into her chest as she slowly got the reigns in one hand, no noticing her horses movements as the animal tried to keep her on his back and slid off the saddle slowly. Turning her head upwards slowly she stared up at him. Realising that even though she wass now quite tall and muscular for a female she was still tiny. Especially in mental height. He towered above her but she kept her head high taking the reigns from his hand. Making sure not to touch him as she pulled her horse backwards towards her and away from him. "You hardly missed anything." She spoke calmly chosing her words careful. "And I doubt you'd find anything of interest to hunt up here.. Down south is more plentiful prey.." She turned her head away for a few seconds petting the horse soft to get him to calm down atleast a bit while she kept her attention towards Avanti. Readying herself for any possible movement.

The girl burst out laughing
she knew she was nobody's meat





You broke the wrong part of me
You broke my wings but forgot I had claws
avatar
Member
Real name : Jennifer
Aantal berichten : 201
IC posts : 82

Character sheet
Age: Immortal
Occupation: Cultist
Residence : Traveler
Profiel bekijken

Re: Hunters in the night [Delaney]

op zo apr 15, 2018 11:05 am
Why so serious?
I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve
Such a disappointment in his eyes. Did she really thought he would leave her alone, after everything? Did she really thought this would be the end of everything, that she would be free. He wanted to wrap his hands around her cheeks and give her the compelling look of his purple eyes, the words, the promise she would never forget. But the fun, that in the two years he was gone had thought if she would be free … it was to amusing. And now he was standing here, on the night she was out, taunting her with his return back. He rather had surprised her in her sleep, he had such a lovely voice in the night. If she thought this deal could be easily broken she was wrong, she belonged to him and in return he didn’t do her family wrong. The marks of his teeth were still there against her pale skin, nothing more then lonely dots, almost faded but he saw, he would always see the changes. She had grown so much over the past two years, she seemed stronger, more in control and yet his arrival shattered all of that right there on the spot.

She didn’t answer his question and his eyes got cloudy. He wasn’t always that good for her, yet the darkness could be like a soft blanket … if she let it. ‘Delaney,’ he tilted his head, giving her a long determined look of his purple eyes. ‘did you miss me?’ He repeated the question again, with a tone she couldn’t ignore. He could feel her body adapt to his presence, her heart rate raising, her breath skipping, the shivers down her spine. It taste all so sweet on his tongue, seeing he still left the expression right how he wanted it.

She pushed herself out of the saddle, sliding down until she stood right before him and he could look down to her. So close, he lifted his hands, finger intiching to touch her but all they did was folding together as he restrained himself in the matter. He let his hands drop as soon as she talked. ‘That can be hardly true.’ He reacted on the fact that he didn’t miss much. For two years? And he didn’t miss a thing? He hated liars, it was written on his face as he listened on. He started chuckling on her words. His body leaned forward, lips almost touching her ear. ‘I already caught my prey.’ He whispered, pulling a little back to look into her bright eyes. He looked down over her body stepping aside to walk to the back of her. ‘You seem stronger, tell me, how has life treated you in all the time I was away?’ He asked, way to sweet, way to tempting. His finger scoured over her almost white hair. ‘I for sure missed you.’ He confessed, almost pulled back in his own thoughts by her beauty, her smell, all the temptations she carried with her.
Delaney©️


Oh god, how they scream


avatar
Member
Real name : Michelle
Aantal berichten : 93
IC posts : 64

Character sheet
Age: 17
Occupation: Daughter of the Jarl
Residence : Skorravir
Profiel bekijken

Re: Hunters in the night [Delaney]

op zo apr 15, 2018 7:20 pm


His eyes were cold. A icy stare that could turn even the bravest of warriors on their heels in fear of their own lives. Those eyes had haunted her for so long.. When had the first time been that she had met him? It was so long ago.. She had been so innocently small. She could not remember a day without fear of the night. Not because of the wolves or behemoths dwelling in it. But for this beast. Carrying the skin of a mortal man as his cloak with an insatiable lust for destruction and power over all.

Nearly she moved her hand towards the little dots he had left on her skin. His marking he had told her. So all like him could see who she belonged to. Those were the only ones visable to the world and with an easy lie she had told her parents it had been a wild dog she had fought off. They had never seen her shoulders torso or legs. Covered with scars. Some truly by battle. But most of the man in front of her. She had given him her all to be used and abused, in trade for the safety of her family. Her brothers had only been infants when he came to her and she had felt such need to protect them that she had been willing. In hindsight, he should've taken Ivarr..

"I did.."

The whispering words left her lips on his command. Even before she had truly thought about it or wished to speak she had spoken and cursed herself in Odin's name for giving him what he wanted right away.

The instant he moved forwards towards her her body freezed up. Her eyes growing slightly wider as his lips nearly touched her ear. Preparing for what all his encounters had ended up with already happening, but she was a hopefull idiot. He would stretch this out. Long and painfull untill he was bored. And knowing him, that could take a long long while.

There was no way she could turn around his questions once again. He was not someone to play with. Odin knew she had tried that more often than just once or twice. And all times it had ended badly for her. "I have trained harder than ever." She spoke careful focussing her eyes on the man as he spoke about missing her. A statement so idiotic she nearly wanted to burst out laughing. But instead she kept her face in a straight line watching his hand from the corner of her eyes. "I will be going raiding soon." She turned her attention back towards his face. "Towards Rhoynar. I need my strenght to be optimal to stand a chance." It was a mere hint hoping that he would consider not drying her out so that she could use her strenght to survive. But she never knew with him. He was unperdictable and that was the one thing that made him more dangerous than anything 'alive'. He had no fear for his own sanity or health, so his decisions were made with little thought of self-preservation. Making it risky to tempt him in any way.

The girl burst out laughing
she knew she was nobody's meat





You broke the wrong part of me
You broke my wings but forgot I had claws
avatar
Member
Real name : Jennifer
Aantal berichten : 201
IC posts : 82

Character sheet
Age: Immortal
Occupation: Cultist
Residence : Traveler
Profiel bekijken

Re: Hunters in the night [Delaney]

op zo apr 15, 2018 8:09 pm
Why so serious?
I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve
He missed her pretty little face, that white hair, the blood running over her neck down after he bite her. The idea drawn his eyes back to her neck, gazing to that spot he could see almost pulse under her heart rate. He had from those moments, it weren’t weak moments, it was just … he cared to put an interest. Investing time and certain care, clinging to a person … always coming back. Somebody he openly talked against, maybe more then he would to Ayana. Every few years somebody like that popped up after an encounter. Delaney was somebody like that, manipulated to the core, submissive to his rule. He had his tender moments, when he had a good mood and those were even fake ones. But most of the time he was the devil behind a charming smile.

Her words, how soft those may have been, he took a deep breath while closing his eyes. Humming on the enjoyment of her telling that she missed him. ‘Good to hear.’ He smiled, opening his purple eyes back to her. ‘I thought about you,’ his smile grew a little more compelling as he looked over his shoulder up to the moon. ‘every time I had a spare moment I looked up, thinking about you. How would Delaney do? Would she miss me? Would she already disobeying me?’ He opened his mouth slightly, running his tongue over his teeth. ‘Always thinking which one of the familie I would kill first if I got message from your realm.’ He whispered, sunk down in his own thoughts. ‘But I never got any message.’ He followed, releasing himself out of his gaze to the moon before his eyes float back to her. ‘So tell me,’ he licked his lips quickly, giving her a quick look. ‘Where did I missed out on?’ It was not really a question.

His nose, his teeth, his lips almost found there way to her throat, so badly he desired what ran underneath. But just as easy it was to starve with his age, so easy it was to withstand her. See, he still had some manors, not much but some. When she told she had been training harder he took a step back to look at her, from head to toes. His arms reached back behind his back as he nodded in approving. ‘I see that, it’s suits you. You look more mature.’ He confessed, like given her this compliment would cheer her night.

As he walked around her, fingers scouring her white hair he felt her heart rate skip a beat, on which he knew she was gonna say something that would cause a reaction. As soon as the words came over her lips he pulled back, frozen on the spot while his purple eyes grew darker as she went on. ‘What?’ He hissed. He grabbed her shoulder, turning her around, not caring about that horse anymore she tried to hold on to. ‘I don’t know where I need to get more angry about, the fact that you go raiding,’ he pointed more into the woods towards her coming destiny. ‘or the fact you are saying that I need to back of, that is what you saying right? You need you strength?’ His eyes flamed, yet his words were suppressed and rather calm. His hand flew out, grabbing her under his chin as he leaded her head closer, dark eyes punching into hers. ‘Do you have a good reason to go or do I need to go visit your father give him a little gift? Hmmm?’ His grip tightened a little, feeling her soft skin under his fingers he let slightly go, stroking his fingers lightly as feathers down to her neck. ‘Oh, Delaney, why are you always doing this to yourself.’ He muttered, following her veins with his finger, anger that completely got forgotten under the touch he gave her.
Delaney©️


Oh god, how they scream


avatar
Member
Real name : Michelle
Aantal berichten : 93
IC posts : 64

Character sheet
Age: 17
Occupation: Daughter of the Jarl
Residence : Skorravir
Profiel bekijken

Re: Hunters in the night [Delaney]

op zo apr 15, 2018 8:54 pm


She didn’t know what feared her most. Him so closeby or him talking about how he missed her and that he had thought about her so much. Ofcourse that could be lies. Everything with him could be nothing but lies. He was made for it and she knew she couldt trust his words. It would be used against her if she thought too innocently about his meanings. It was a mere matter of survival now. It had always been just survival.

Her blue eyes focussed in on his purple ones. A shiver held back by pure willpower as she stared up at him. She was born a viking warrior. She would gladly die on the battlefield with an axe slashed through her head. But then why was she so afraid of what this man could do to her. Of what be was capable of. Did she fear not being accepted by Odin even though she gave her life to protect her family?

His threat to her family once again did not go unnoticed and she had to bite her teeth down on eachother to not make a growl roll from her lips. She managed to do so and stayed silent. Her eyes the only sight opposing his statements. ”I managed to learn your rules. I wouldn’t dissobey.. “ she whispered only to immediatly know that to be a lie. And he knew right as well with her next words and let her know that as well as he grabbed her chin roughly. Twisting her around so that she was forced to let go of her horses reigns who took the opportunity to run off into the distance. Normally she would immediatly go after the mare. Scared that she would get into trouble or get lost. But in no condition to call her back her hand merely trembled cursing herself for letting go as Avanti stared her down. ”I.. “ She tried to collect her breath. Hoping to manage to keep her protective wall up as to not break down by him again. But with her only escape of the mare gone hopelessness sank into her shoes. ”I didn’t mean it like that Avan..sir. “ She nearly grumbled forcing her hand into a fist searching her strenght. ”As daughter of the jarl.. As Heir I am expexted to be there I am viking raised. Fighting is my destiny. “ She knew better than to try and persuade him into realising it to be the truth. Rather she just hoped he would spare her his thorn tonight. As a sign of ‘good wishes’ after all those years apart. His fingers tingled her neck making her close her eyes and force her hand into an even tighter fist. ”If i do not stand at the frontline of the shieldwall. No man will ever follow me.. And is that not what you want.. Me leading them..” She turned her eyes back to him. A shimmer of hope twinkling in her eyes but also making herself stand taller. No matter how small. No matter how weak. She was still a viking. First born daughter of Ragnvald and that was a title she had to stand up to. A pride and weight she had to carry. Surely he would understand..

The girl burst out laughing
she knew she was nobody's meat





You broke the wrong part of me
You broke my wings but forgot I had claws
avatar
Member
Real name : Jennifer
Aantal berichten : 201
IC posts : 82

Character sheet
Age: Immortal
Occupation: Cultist
Residence : Traveler
Profiel bekijken

Re: Hunters in the night [Delaney]

op zo apr 15, 2018 9:53 pm
Why so serious?
I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve
He knew what hang here between them was only a facade, he pretending to be friendly, she believing he was speaking honestly. They both know what they have on one another. It was a very long time ago he could let her forget, get a real smile. And that all because he already damaged her so much. She never believed a word, not even while he only spoke the truth, he not once lied to her. He was made out of a long living fire, you couldn’t contain that evil, for that he wasn’t capable on giving anything good back. So yes, it was all his charm keeping her in wraps, his threats, his hatred. She was scared and there was nothing he wanted to change with that. She had to be scared, only the scared people seem to obey.

His words, his underlying threat had tensed her, he could smell the fear, it tasted so incredibly good. ‘I know,’ he forced a smile on his face, studying her as he tilted his head again. ‘you know the rules.’ He followed, bringing his hand up to touch her nose with a soft pad of his finger like he was a boy in love. But while doing that his face kept the same threat on the surface, constantly reminding her he was in power, he was the boss. ‘You obey.’ He signed lightly, looking down to his long pale fingers before he his arm fall back in the position aside his body.

But just as he started to love his reunion with Delaney after two long years she seemed to break it right away, by telling she would go raiding. She had courage, saying this here out in the open. She could decide to not tell but what then … if he found out she would be away when he returned the house would be to little for his rage. So in a way she was honest, honesty he admired. But all that admiration for her honesty, her beauty got pushed down for that certain anger. He grabbed her chin, eyes shortly going to the white mare running, guess he had to bring her home after all. His one free hand stretched out to the ground as a black cloud of fog started sipping out of it, forming a beast not worth to name. A black stallion rose out of the fog, gaping wounds of his body, long sharp teeth. Avanti clenched his teeth together, giving her a long look before he looked to that shade he summoned. ‘Get it.’ He hissed and the horse galloped away. Her mare probably wouldn’t survive the night, depending on how hungry his summon was at least. She struggled with the words and Avanti pulled her even closer, his nose almost touching hers as he bend a little over. ‘Then what did you mean by it then Delaney.’ He asked heavy voiced, trying to control his anger and with that also the hunger. But as soon as she started to talk he lost the interest in her words as his fingers loosened, stroking down to her neck. But what she said was right and his teeth snapped on the words. She was right, if he wanted to have her man she had to prove herself. ‘I want you,’ he wrapped both his hands around her neck, scouring the veins lying underneath her skin. ‘You are mine, mine only.’ He hissed on such a soft voice. ‘If I get word that you are dead, I’m gonna kill them, your brothers, your father, for all I care Achilles can have his way. So,’ he felt silent, his face against so close to hers. ‘let it be an extra motivation for you to keep alive. Hmmm?’ He tapped his two fingers against her cheek. His tongue scour over his teeth, looking down on her he could smell her even closer, her fear, he opened his lips. ‘I do appreciate your honesty Delaney but you don’t want to do that again. I have to restrain myself already so much around you,’ he pulled his hands back, stepping away as his fingers twirled through his dark blonde hair, stroking his hair backwards as he kept his hands there and walked around. ‘and now you tell me I can’t have you.’ He stood still, releasing his hands out of his hair to give her a long look. ‘Such a bad thing to say.’ He followed dangerously low. He didn’t want to understand the fact that she needed to be strong, not while her veins where whispering to him like that.
Delaney©️


Oh god, how they scream


avatar
Member
Real name : Michelle
Aantal berichten : 93
IC posts : 64

Character sheet
Age: 17
Occupation: Daughter of the Jarl
Residence : Skorravir
Profiel bekijken

Re: Hunters in the night [Delaney]

op ma apr 16, 2018 11:23 am


There wasn't a fiber in her body capable of shielding herself against his eyes. There was nothing that she could do to stop his stare from breaking her down. All she was capable of was yielding her head down staring at the ground. He treated her like a pet. Had always done so and she would have to count herself lucky to be seen like that. If not then surely he would've not taken a second glance at her. But something had sparked his interest. Made him stick around her. Perhaps she was easy to torture or her sobs delighted him..

Delaney never cried. As a babe sure, but her father had taken quick care of that as well. She had grown up silent and steadfast. Always ready, always prepared. Never once was she scared when death stared in her face. Always delighted at the chance of meeting Odin. But this man. This beast in human skin. He scared her, frightened her so dearly that she would wake shaking in her own sweat. He turned her nights into everlasting nightmares all for his own sick enjoyments.

The summoned beast did barely anything to shock her. It wasn't the first time she had seen his tricks. It wouldn't be the last either. But as he send the stallion after her horse she knew for sure she would never see her mare again. The sweet little animal that had taken so well care of her would be torn apart by the shadowy beast. Ripped untill nothing remained of her but bones..

The thought nearly brought tears to her eyes as she tried to focus back on Avanti in front of her again. She had to concentrate on the one believe that it shouldn't matter. In the grand senario her horses life, even that of her beloved dog. It all didn't matter. Her own life wasn't even worth that much. Just as long as her family would survive. She saw no future for herself as Jarl of Skorravir. Even if Avanti said he wanted her there he would never let her take that seat. So if she could just keep the way clear for Freyr then she would be happy enough. If she could just keep her baby brothers alive.

Even while not pressing his muscles into here skin she could feel the sensation of her breath getting stuck in her throat as he wrapped his hands around her light skin. Her eyes widened a bit staring up towards him as he assured his claim on her once more. Unable to react to his words she gasped for breath the moment he let her throat go once again staring downwards as she touched her own neck just to make sure it was all still in tact. "I would never lie to you." She replied softly swallowing her trembling voice back as she followed him with her eyes. "I will not die. It is not my time to die." She assured him knowing all too well what he or his other.. friends.. could do to a person. She had seen it. He had gladly shown her just to remind her and the haunting images would forever stay frozen in her mind. Just thinking of seeing her brothers, father or mother instead made her feel sick.

"You can have me." She replied on his words even though her body screamed for her not to speak up. "I'll be strong enough.. It is still far enough away. I would never deny you your.. needs." She struggled with the last word turning to face him again, not wanting him behind her back. "You are in control. You have always been." She struggled with bringing it over seriously enough. She hated herself but could not deny the truth. No matter how strong she was or would ever become. He was stronger. She couldn't fight him off. Not yet atleast. And tempting him now would only result in more pain. She had to bite her lip and swallow her voice. Her time would come. It would come..

The girl burst out laughing
she knew she was nobody's meat





You broke the wrong part of me
You broke my wings but forgot I had claws
avatar
Member
Real name : Jennifer
Aantal berichten : 201
IC posts : 82

Character sheet
Age: Immortal
Occupation: Cultist
Residence : Traveler
Profiel bekijken

Re: Hunters in the night [Delaney]

op ma apr 16, 2018 7:43 pm
Why so serious?
I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve
Years of investment … that was the only thing Delaney meant to him, another poor soul caught in his claws. Years of investing in her fears, her personality and her goals. That all with the benefits of having her blood, it was a nice extra. His survival didn’t came without games and certain reassurances. He knew that every time he came to these parts of the world Delaney would be here to tend his every need, and that were only to things, her information and her blood. Again, the entertainment was a plus to all of it. One day he would let her go, if she wasn’t of any value anymore, then he would give her her happy life right back, if there were a change on happiness if Avanti entered your life to begin with. He could be impulsive some days but sure as hell he knew what he was doing with everybody's lives. So yes, Delaney would serve her purpose, with or without cooperation.

The shade came out of nowhere, made out the dark fog from his fingers. It was a big massive beast with the same kind of look Avanti had, empty, hollow, without a form of life. How that shade would come back he didn’t know but it would find its way to that mare of her. A white mare like that, it would be stained with red, that at least Avanti was sure. He was looking forward how that mare would come back, still alive or shred to pieces?

After those two years this was what she dropped on him, that she would have to go raiding with her father and for that endangering herself. He wasn’t looking out for her, he just wanted things from her. And yet it this situation it almost looked like he was looking out for her best interests. He had to keep his calm, a long deep breath and a long terrow look full of hate and treats. That was Avanti keeping his “cool”. When she started stumbling out her words he looked right back to her, shaking his head. ‘I hope it for you Delaney, or your strength isn’t the only thing I steal from you then.’ It was such a soft warning, under such a calm voice. ‘Yes!’ He hissed when she stated that it wasn’t her time yet. In a fraction of a second he stood back before her, eyes burning with a fire he couldn’t restrain. ‘It’s not your time yet,’ his finger pushed under her chin. ‘I will decide when it’s your time to go. Right?’ And that last word, that question, it sounded almost like a joke. His anger jumping to amusement from one moment to the other. It was hard to follow something, a wicked mind with no control, she knew how unpredictable he was, it was what kept her in place partly of the time.

With his fingers weaved through his hair he was walking around like he stumbled upon one of the biggest problems. It wasn’t … but he know she was right. He needed her alive, for that she needed her strength, for that he couldn’t drink her half empty like he did once before … it wasn’t his finest moment, but she just tasted so good. But those four words, four words she didn’t wanted to say but said anyway. He slowly turned around to her, his lips pressed together in one hard line. He was like a frozen statue while he listened to what she had to say. And when she fell silent he still didn’t move. ‘I sincerely hope you do know your own body and recovery time better than I do.’ He whispered, eyes traveling down to her neck. And in a flash he stood before her, one hand forced against the side of her neck while the locked her on her place on her lower back before his teeth pushed through her sensitive skin. No asking, no gentleness, just a hungry monster that missed his precious pray for over two years.
Delaney©️


Oh god, how they scream


avatar
Member
Real name : Michelle
Aantal berichten : 93
IC posts : 64

Character sheet
Age: 17
Occupation: Daughter of the Jarl
Residence : Skorravir
Profiel bekijken

Re: Hunters in the night [Delaney]

op ma apr 16, 2018 9:29 pm


There was no escape. No secret way out and no light at the end of the tunnel. Delaney had long since realised this, but the two years of radiosilence had driven up hope in her chest that he would leave her be. A stupid childish hope. One so swiftly crushed by the first sounds of his voice. He would never let her go. He wouldn't allow her to find a true destiny in her life. He would give her hope and dreams and tear them down just as easily again, only to watch her give up hope bit by bit.

It was so simple. He had already crushed her completely. Broken her piece by piece till she fit in the cookiecutter frame he had made for her. His little puppet. She was a fool for thinking she ever had a sniff of freedom.

"Yes I understand." Her pride and strong voice. Her power in which she commanded the armies of her father all so swiftly swept away. Here she stood. Listening to every word the monster spoke. Clinging onto it like it was her only lifeline. She had to wonder, if her father ever found out he would probably kill her himself for behaving so pityful. He wouldn't understand she did this out of love and care for him or anyone else she loved. He'd only see this as weakness, and weakness it was.

In less than a second Avanti had decided that her four little words were more than enough to litterly bite. His hand cupped in her lower back. Pushing her in a tight lock towards him as his other gripped onto her neck. Immediatly she grabbed onto his sleeves, pushing her nails through the fabric as her eyes rolled back gasping in a mixture of shock and pain. After all these times she still wouldn't get used to it. There was no getting used to it. He seemed to change his approach every damned time.

Closing her eyes she gripped tighter onto him. Pushing herself somewhat towards him as she leaned her head away giving him the space slowly forcing her body to relax as one arm curled around his neck so that she could relax her head onto her outstretched arm. The other one stil firmly holding onto his sleeve. Her breathing grew a bit heavier as she knew her knees would soon start to feel weaker. Opening her mouth she softly spoke his name. Opening her deep blue eyes to stare up at him. "Just so you know. I got no horse to be send back on halfdead." She spoke her voice coarse and a small hint of a smile turning on her lips as his venom started taking effect on her body. Numbing the piercing pain. Perhaps that was the reason she let him continue. Perhaps she was more in need of this feeling than she wanted to admit. Or perhaps she just told herself that to cope with it. It all didn't matter anymore. The only thing that mattered now was keeping her breath steady. Letting him enjoy all he wanted. The only thing he wanted. The only thing she was useful for. Blood.

The girl burst out laughing
she knew she was nobody's meat





You broke the wrong part of me
You broke my wings but forgot I had claws
avatar
Member
Real name : Jennifer
Aantal berichten : 201
IC posts : 82

Character sheet
Age: Immortal
Occupation: Cultist
Residence : Traveler
Profiel bekijken

Re: Hunters in the night [Delaney]

op ma apr 16, 2018 10:11 pm
Why so serious?
I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve
He couldn’t demand that from her, keep on breathing during a battle. He of all people knew you didn’t controlled the outcome of a battle. He had fought a few, got wounded but his immortal ass got up every time again. That was when he learned that battling on a field with armies was hardly the outcome to any problem. Delaney wouldn’t fight like that, she would raid, what was in some ways even worse. She would invaded houses, kill innocent people maybe … only to gather their belongings, that was the viking trill. He should in fact be rather proud of her, she at least would learn how to kill. Killing was the start of all free life.

In that enlightening thought he looked back to her, his swirling rage stepping backwards on his own thoughts as she said she understood everything he had just commanded. He just nodded, looking at her, imagining her on a battlefield. He squeezed his eyes a little together, still looking at her before he shook his head, shaking the thoughts from his body to get back into his rather angry state. ‘Offcourse you understand.’ He whispered, a short empty smile enlightening his face as he pushed both his hands down in the pockets of his jacket. ‘Maybe I let you fight me one day.’ He pulled his brows two times up, challenging her in an amusement way. ‘If you survive at least.’ He added, tilting his head lightly, a chuckle leaving his lips. ‘Otherwise I will have to fight your father, who would have no clue who I am and what I came to do. He wouldn’t be that proud would he?’ He asked it more for himself and yet his eyes went back to her. ‘If he found out.’ He pointed in between them. If she kept her to the rules nobody would know and given the fact nobody came after him he knew she did.

It wasn’t that he was hungry, Avanti could sustain days without drinking on his age, it was more the desire that drove him over to her, locking her, biting her on the spot he knew all to fell. He fell her nails dig into his sleeves what only resulted in tightening his own grip. She always protested before she calmed down, it was only a matter of time. Her blood taste the same, a sweet sensation curling to his veins, so innocent, so pure. He felt her arm curl around his neck and he relaxed his grip a little to, knowing she was in that state of relaxation he was so fond of. Blood slipped over his lips staining her pale skin as he sunk his teeth a little deeper.

It were her words that pulled him out of the trance, pulling his teeth loose his body supported her in all ways. His forehead rested for a second against her shoulder before he lifted his head up and started chuckling. ‘Do you really think I’m gonna let you go home all alone in the dark?’ He asked, his voice almost concerned and compassionate. He looked down to her neck, his finger stroking away a stripe of blood with his thumb. He looked to his finger before he pushed it over his own lips and took it in. ‘Besides,’ he stopped, wiping a part of his blooded lips before he studied her expression. ‘you can borrow mine.’ He followed rather sarcastic, gazing shortly in the woods looking for that soulless creature. 'If he didn't join your mare to paradise." It was such a stupid joke. He felt enlightened, his mood supreme by the fact he had just fed. His purple eyes almost sparkled as he looked back to her. ‘You alright?’ He asked, the first normal and serious question he asked her since they saw each other back. He still supported her as he turned around on the sound of a heavy steps. And there it was, covered in blood, same as Avanti partly was. ‘Guess you will have to use mine.’ He muttered to himself, not that this creature ever carried something else then Avanti himself. He looked aside to Delaney with a sign, rolling his eyes. ‘If you can’t walk I can carry you, just don’t expect that I get all prince Charming over it.’ He said sarcastically, touching her cheek for moment. ‘And smile a little in your life Delaney, it would do you some good.’ He followed like she didn’t just was bitten by one of the biggest monsters walking around on this earth. But at least she was rather sure that she was safe, safe with one of the biggest monsters walking around.
Delaney©️


Oh god, how they scream


avatar
Member
Real name : Michelle
Aantal berichten : 93
IC posts : 64

Character sheet
Age: 17
Occupation: Daughter of the Jarl
Residence : Skorravir
Profiel bekijken

Re: Hunters in the night [Delaney]

op di apr 17, 2018 10:16 pm


It was like a drug. As fast as he took her blood away, just as fast did the feeling wash over her. The heavy weight pushing down on her knees and making her feel weak all throughout her system. She knew far away that after this feeling of ecstacy the pain would come. And knowing as well how rough he had bitten her it would be a night full of twitching and screaming. But it all did not seem to matter in the moment. All she wanted right now was more of this feeling. Even if it ment losing more blood to the monster before her. She'd gladly give it up for just a moment longer of the heavy daze on her body.

His chuckle made a broader smile appear on her lips as he spoke about not letting her walk alone in the dark. "Well ofcourse you wouldn't, there are scary beasts in the woods after all. REal monsters." She replied with a half sile. Still holding on tightly to him watching him lick her blood off his finger and lips. Biting her own lip in slight dissapointment at the thought that he was already done but at the same time cursed her own mind for even suggesting the idea.

His genuine words of care weren't unusual in this moment. He was just as high on the kick as she was making him almost appear somewhat decent. So to ease his mind somewhat she nodded trying to find the strenght in her legs once more and turned her head towards the dark shadowy beast that came walking back. Immediatly the sting in her heart was enough to bring her back to reality for a bit staring at the crimson drips. Fresh.. Probably still warm even though the cold wind blew around them. He had ripped her mare apart. He had killed her mare and the one holding her had given the order.

Feeling sick she bend over grapping on tighter in a reflex to keep herself steady as she swallowed the bile coming up in her throat and forced the tears backwards. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of the painfull reaction. All he needed to know was that she was weaker from the bloodloss. She would not puke or cry in front of him or the beast that had torn her baby apart.

His remark about her smiling got through to her with gritted teeth. Staring back up at himm as he touched her cheek and narrowed her eyes a bit. "I smile a whole lot, during the day." She reacted to him still slightly colder as she tried to get her high mood back but the breezing animal made it impossible for her to not see anything but her mare ripped apart so the ground was the only save place to stare at. "And don't worry, I never expected anything fairytale like from you.. Sir." She spoke softly trying to release her grip on him a bit, hoping she could stand on her own legs to get away from him but her knees nearly gave out and she stumbled backwards a few paces grabbing onto the summoned beast thinking it was a tree for stabilty.

The girl burst out laughing
she knew she was nobody's meat





You broke the wrong part of me
You broke my wings but forgot I had claws
avatar
Member
Real name : Jennifer
Aantal berichten : 201
IC posts : 82

Character sheet
Age: Immortal
Occupation: Cultist
Residence : Traveler
Profiel bekijken

Re: Hunters in the night [Delaney]

op wo apr 18, 2018 10:55 am
Why so serious?
I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve
It was like some holy goodness poured into his body, the taste of her blood … it had a certain sweetness he loved tasting over and over again. It was a dangerous taste, that would keep him locked on her skin just to long if she didn’t come in between. But it wasn’t only her taste, it was also the feeling, how she relaxed, wanted this as bad as he wanted it. She could be so scared, in this moment she never was, she loved it, he could tell. But it wasn’t his doing, it was the venom that gave her this pleasure. Still he enjoyed, feeling the warmth of her blood slipping down his throat as he held her body almost tenderly locked in his grip. It would stay a little, the feeling and it was a moment in which could Avanti push her even deeper, but it was also a moment in which he himself was way more pleasant to be around.

The broad smile on her lips brought one of his own up, not that meaningful but still. He wouldn’t let her go all alone, why even, he was just back, didn’t see her for two years, he needed this twisted sick quality time with her. On her words he couldn’t hold back on rolling his eyes. ‘What am I then?’ He asked, tilting his head as he studied her pale face getting paler on the blood loss he had caused her. Maybe he had drink a little to much, but hey, she wasn’t dropping dead yet. She was looking at him and he could swear he could see something of slight disappointment, causing his expressions to be intrigued. ‘You just have to ask Delaney and you can have it.’ He whispered, loving the looking on her face, like she was asking somewhere in the corner of her mind for more. After all those years he knew the blood flow in her body to well, he knew what would kill her, he knew where to stop, so she wasn’t in any danger in the end, it would just take a lot of rest to get above his mistreating again. Not that she minded that in a moment as now.

Avanti looked almost uninterested over his shoulder to the horse you couldn’t even call a horse. Blood still dripping from his long sharp teeth he turned his eyes back to Delaney, seeing it cost her everything to keep in control of her own feelings. He wanted her to cave, to cry, only so he could sting his poison in a little deeper. That was what it was all about, not her love, her friendship, he wanted her fear on the surface, so it was better for him to reach deeper. But she didn’t cave, she became stronger and Avanti knew there would be a day he had to step up his came to get her obedience again. Looking at her he noticed that she could smile a little more, her answer didn’t please him but he didn’t showed it. ‘If I’m not around you mean. Is it that bad what I do, don’t you feel,’ he silenced himself, letting out a long sign. ‘elevated right now.’ Pointing to the venom he had pushed through her system, how little it may have been. He wanted to carry her and his partly joke got bounced back by her words. ‘Avanti.’ He corrected her rather flat, releasing her so she could stand on her own. But she stumbled back, right to that summon of him. That beast never took something positive so his ears flew flat the moment Delaney touched him, teeth wide open. Two seconds and Avanti was between her and those teeth, causing the summon to not bite her but him. A vampire could feel pain, it flashed just for a second through his eyes as he grabbed that one long sharp teeth of the horse and snapped it in all his anger right of. The summon released a sharp scream into the open before it vanished into the blake smoke again. No clue if Delaney was still standing after this but when Avanti turned around, blood dripping out of his sleeves his eyes were all lighting and thunder. ‘Look what you did.’ It came so soft over lips, so dangerously low as his own blood dripped slowly down to the ground. Just great.
Delaney©️


Oh god, how they scream


Vorige onderwerpTerug naar bovenVolgende onderwerp
Permissies van dit forum:
Je mag geen reacties plaatsen in dit subforum