To be human

She looked at her hands, unable to understand why her heart was beating so fast and when she couldn't seem to make it stop. Those hands, once as black as the darkest night were sprayed with millions of small stars, tearing apart the darkness and setting up light where once there was nothing. Feelings were overwhelming her and though she wasn't able to name all of them just yet, they were real.

« Is it how it feels to be human? » -She asked to herself-

What was being human? Was it being able to feel? Compassion, love, anger, hatred? Was it mating and procreating? Was it leaving something behind in order to become immortal? She couldn't say. To her it was a very alien notion since she spent most of her time trying to escape from the world she didn't understand. Its code was unreadable for such a strong individuality. Maybe being human was simply wanting to fit in? She never felt like it. She didn't need to find a pack and stick with it. But was it being honest?

Her hands were constantly reminding her of her vulnerability. Anyone could see her feelings, anyone could read her crystal clear. Wasn't it scary? To have someone able to strip you naked and see what you so easily concealed from them? Wasn't it a relief too? You wouldn't need to explain yourself for it would be written on you, easy to spot on and understand. Was it human to be so intimate with one's pain and fears? With one's love and hopes? Maybe.

« I kind of like it. It's warm. Sometimes it's painful but it only makes me appreciate the warmth even better. »

Maybe that was it. Those stars on her hands which sometimes made her feel good and others made her wince and weep, those stars were the silent messenger of life. They were telling her to live her life to the fullest, embrace the pain and seek for the warmth. Ultimately, she would find some balance between pain and joy, love and hatred, and all those emotions she still didn't know she could feel. It wasn't a curse. It was a blessing.

To be human... To feel alive.

Some werewolf story

Eugene Dubois was a man like no others. Strong, stubborn, rough on the edges he was what people commonly called a « mauvais garçon ». It was true that he was short-tempered, it was true that he wasn't a good lad. He shop-lifted food to feed himself, sometimes robbed people of their wallets and fought when he was insulted at a bar. He very often let anger drive his very actions and would have kept killing people around if it wasn't for his little sunny flower. He could have done anything for her, like killing anyone who would try to harm her or bring her back to her golden prison. He could even take the risk to transform into a Werewolf in front of her to protect her. He would go that far.

He met her a couple of months ago after the Royal Council appeared in town for a public event. It was the moment of the year they met the People and exposed the « 3^rd eye » as they called his beloved Victoria. She was a blind Nun who had the ability to foresee the future and reveal someone's true nature, she also was an accomplished « Bonne Soeur » who became helpful when it came to stitch him up and heal him from a variety of diseases. His delicate flower, his lovely Angel. Victoria was the best thing to ever happen to him.

Yet she was a nun. She had given herself to the Supreme Ruler of this world, an entity they celebrated and prayed to have mercy on them. As a nun, he couldn't touch her and desecrate her body unless she resigned from this life and embraced a new one with him. He had the choice, he could go on his old ways and take her by force but Eugene refused to do that to her, no matter how beautiful she was, how warm she felt against him and how soft her body felt against his when they slept against each other.

It became harder and harder for the poor Werewolf who was consumed with desire for his friend and newly found protégée but he decided to focus on something greater than he would ever be. A mission that imposed itself upon them. She had a vision, announcing the destruction of the whole city and he wanted to prevent it from happening. But that morning, he didn't know how to restrain himself from pouncing on her and have his ways with her. She was quietly combing her hair, taking her time to pet her pink mane. Since it was the morning, she was only wearing a knee-length thin-strapped white dress. He, on the other hand, had just flannel pants on and a white towel around his neck.

« Eugene ?... Why are you so nervous? » She asked, tilting her head to the side as she was trying to look towards him. He stopped moving and set his hazel eyes upon her.

« I just wonder if I'm enough....to protect you. » He said, scratching the tip of his nose.

« Eugene... You are more than enough. » -She started, still combing her hair. « We will do our best and save this country. It's more than enough to try. It's the most important. » She whispered while she started to braid her hair.

« Victoria, you don't seem to understand. Your life would be put in danger. I-I don't want to lose you. » He wasn't able to find the right words, he didn't know how to express love. He didn't know how to convey his emotions so she would understand everything. He grunted and finally walked over her. She felt his presence but didn't flinch when he came closer to her. His hot breath was brushing over the softness of her face and made her swallow hard but she didn't move.

« I understand perfectly. I know the risks... I am destined to do this, you can't go against your destiny. Let me do it Eugene. »

« But... I don't want you to be harmed. I don't want you to die! » He growled, both of his hands were on each of her sides and he bent forward, forcing her to push herself back until she hit the wall with the back of her head.

« Eugene... you're dangerously close to me. » She stated, forcing herself to ignore the fact he was putting her on alert mode. She felt her cheeks burn because of the blood that rushed through her veins. She could feel her breathing becoming labored, she could feel her heart beating against her ribcage and couldn't do anything about it. He was breathing in her scent, something that reminded him of nature and compelled him to embrace it, feel it, kiss Victoria and claim her. She almost fell off of the chair but his strong arm grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to his strong frame.

« Eugene... » She gasped as her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulder and her soft breasts pressed against his strong and muscular chest. A million thoughts crossed the tall brunet's mind and his teeth were turning into fangs as adrenaline and arousal rushed through his veins.

« Vicky.. ye almost fell. » He growled at her, keeping her close to his hard frame while he replaced her onto her chair. Before she almost fell, the nun had dropped her comb and her hair unbraided itself, cascading onto her shoulders and back. He brushed a lock off of her face and planted a kiss on her cheek before he pulled away from her.

« Do yer thing Vicky. I need to cut some wood and get ourselves something to eat. »

False ! He didn't need to look for supplies since they had everything they needed to eat but he couldn't stay there, in the same room of hers. That very room was filled with her scent and he couldn't stay around her.

suffocating

Suffocating,

She couldn't breathe. How could she live up to the expectation of her mother?

How could she define herself when her parents were taking too much of a space?

She wanted to breathe, she needed to breathe

But she didn't know how to. She forgot how to.

Constant disappointment, it seemed that was written on her face,

To the point that wherever she was, whatever she did, it never was enough.

She simply wasn't enough.

No matter the success, no matter the compliments,

It never was enough for them, she never was enough for them.

But why was she obsessed with having their approval? Why was she seeking for their attention?

It probably was because they were her parents.

Like any good kid, she wanted them to love her and be proud of her.

Talk about chasing the moon, she would never get it.

No, of course not. Why would she?

She wasn't as pretty as her mother would want her to be

She wasn't as slim as her parents wanted her to be,

she wasn't as smart as both of them dreamed of her to be,

and she wasn't a sheep... she wasn't docile and submissive. She was struggling way too much

She WAS TOO MUCH.. and yet she was nothing.

They loved her, for sure, but they sure loved themselves more than their kid.

How could she live? How could she breathe?

Bad Bitch -katarina-

Katarina belongs to my friend Candy :)

xxx

Bad bitch, bad bitch,
Beware the Bad Bitch!
Katarina was a bad bitch!

SHe knew she ruled, she didn't have to prove it....
She had class, and sass, she also had beauty
She didn't follow the rules, but she made them.
She could have been sweet but also the meanest.

Bad bitch, bad bitch!
Her mistress was a bad bitch!

Asma loved it the most when she was a beast.
Rocking the smocking, a cig in her lips
her hair so fine and killer shoes on her feet.
She walked over the corpses of her enemies.

She conquered lands, she defeated her enemies
And at the end of the day, she had her king and her girl.
Life was sweet, life was good.

She was a bad bitch
and would be for good.

max and asma

//Just saw this and it made me think of them <3 (max belongs to a friend)

“Look at me! Look at me real close” –He commanded-

She refused, at first. Scared that he could read into her heart and discovered the darkest secrets she kept from him. She refused to let him see the effect he had on her. How faster her heart beat whenever he was near, how much Goosebumps covered her arms whenever he touched her or even how much she craved to hear his voice. No. she refused to look at him.

“Why would I do such a thing?”

Her voice was harsh, she tried to toughen up but a few variations in her tone betrayed her emotions. Her voice was trembling, shaking like a cat surprised by the wind. Nipping at her bottom lip, the Elder stepped back but he followed her, forcing her to hit the wall with her back.

“Don’t escape. Look at me.”

“No. Leave me alone.”

Her voice was weak but he insisted. Both hands were on each side of her face, that face she kept down. She’d just decimated her foes, caused carnage. Her hands were still soaked with blood and pieces of brain, intestines, and flesh. She enjoyed it, nearly went crazy for her bloodthirst was becoming stronger and stronger. It wasn’t healthy, she wasn’t healthy. She knew that coming to Chicago was not a good idea, maybe the worst she ever had but Warren had to be avenged, didn’t he? Her lips trembled and she tilted her head to the side.

“Look at me Asma!”

“What is that you want to see? I am a psychopath…sometimes. Yeah, when I don’t control myself when I don’t protect myself. This city is dark, so dark…it fueled my aching heart with revenge and bloodlust. It wasn’t m-m-me. It wasn’t me!”

“You don’t have to explain it to me. I understand.”

“You don’t! You won’t! What you saw was a beast, not a woman! I was a beast enjoying my carnage! How can you..how can you?..”

He unusually wasn’t that gentle, but he did make an effort for she needed it. His fingers grabbed her chin and lifted her head so he could see her wet eyes. It didn’t take long, maybe a second or two before he crashed his lips against hers, kissing her with the hidden passion inside of him. Her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders while his seized her waist and pulled her closer to his form. Hungry they were for each other, worried he was for her; ashamed she ended up being. Pulling away from him, Asma took her breath back. His psychic print went crazy; he was projecting so much she couldn’t even ignore it. The golden eyes grew wide in size and she cupped his cheek.

“What was that for?”

“You’re wrong about something. What I see when I look at you is not what you did. I know who you are, I know…how I feel about who you are. It’s all that matters to me Azz.”

“But…the carnage?. The people..”

“These crazy ninja guys? They were trying to kill you! I don’t care if you slaughtered them, I helped you silly! We were in this together.” He cupped her cheek with his large hand and pressed his lips against hers, nicely this time.

“I’m dreaming…”

“Not quite.”

“I’m dreaming.” She insisted.

“Maybe another kiss could help.” He joked but she shook her head and softly smiled.

“You can’t be real.” –she shook her head-

“You’re the psychic here.” –He grinned-

“I’ll pinch you then.” She pinched his bicep for the sake of doing it and while he pretended to be pretending she hurt him (she actually did), Max pulled her into a tight hug.

“It’s a ride or dies thing Azz. I don’t know why you’re feeling so remorseful but I do know how much of a good person you are inside. I’m the rotten tomato here.”

“Silly…” She wrapped her arms around his waist and hid her face in his chest. “Thank you..”

“Don’t mention it, kid. Where do we go now?...”

“Back home. I have to bury his heart with him, allow his soul to rest. Our journey is not over yet.”

And they left. What they didn’t know, was that it wasn’t the end of their journey, merely the beginning.

To give and be given, to love and be loved -Elpis x pride-

To give and be given. To love and be loved. The room was filled with gasps and grunts. Noises ...of flesh smacking flesh pervaded the air. It had been an eternity since they were reunited, a lifetime since their names were spoken with such a passion. Bodies were dancing in the dark room, bodies that only the moon was able to see. It was cold but the soft light was piercing through the window and for the curious eye who could have stumbled into the scene, it was a magnificent sight to behold.

To give and be given. To love and be loved. It was a mess in her mind. Sweet confusion of time and place that only made the moment unique to experience. Her head was yanked back, her eyes half-closed and her legs spread. She gasped as she felt the soft and wet tongue devour her neither lips, soft lips tugged at them while strong hands kept her legs from closing up. The goddess allowed her hands to wander and touch her lover’s blonde hair. He was unsatiable, tasting her as if she was the finest meal and he couldn't have enough of it. He allowed his tongue to explore her insides, tease her little nub of nerves, and pillage her petite core. 

To give and be given. To love and be loved. Her fingers were lost into the rich hair of her Sin and Elpis rewarded his ministrations with gentle scratches and strokes of his scalp. Her toes were curled and the sides of her feet were stroking the wet and pale skin of his, that skin Elpis had tried to mark with her teeth or her feverish kisses. Soon enough, the pace set up changed, and Pride went faster, relentless until she coated his tongue with her juices, eyes rolled into their sockets while the hand on his scalp sunk its fingers. He would bring her closer to the edge, feeling pleasure turning her eyes into pools of light, and feeling her grip on his head increase. He would bring her closer to the edge, just so when she would be the neediest, he would simply stop and stand up. He would position her to receive his cock. He would make sure she couldn't think straight and would protest because she was denied her climax.  

To give and be given. To love and be loved. He did ram himself back home, feeling the tight and warm walls of Elpis entrap his cock and send him to bliss once more. He grunted his silent approval and grabbed the goddess' waist as he started to thrust within her. It was brutal, calculated, and powerful enough to make Elpis jump from each thrust he gave her and whimper as he filled her so well. Nights like this one became fewer as time went by for he had been busy with his duties but now that he was there, Pride wanted to make sure to give each other the relief and love they needed to have. Elpis' voice echoed through the chambers of Tartarus. She was moaning his name and tried to force herself to open her eyes again so she could look into Pride's purple eyes but she failed and instead grabbed the sheets she finally tore apart.

To give and be given. To love and be loved. How she had missed this! She wanted to express her love whenever she could. She wanted him to know how important to her he was, what better way than to this? What better way than to give her all to the Sin, submit to him while he worked hard for their pleasure? What better way than to take his cock into her tight and wet walls? There was none...none because when Elpis was giving into him, she was giving everything! it was absolute. 

To give and be given, to love and be loved, it was a never-ending circle and they both loved to complete it. 

Bahäal, dragon profile in progress

Almaryl Sann'di

A/N: Normally not for fb rp but i Shall play it With a very few interested peeps. It's still a wip cause I don't have much time. :) 

xxxxx

Real Name: Almaryl Sann’Di

Age: she is very old…probably about 6000 years old.

RACE: She is a black dragon, one of the rarest still alive and the most powerful. (Bahamut’s offspring)

Alter Ego: Phoenix Rivers (It is the name she chose when she awoke in America)

Aliases:  The Impossible child, Mistress of the darkness, the harbinger of Death

Special features: Her blue eyes (in both human and dragon form)

Physical appearance:

Dragon:

Phoenix is a very tall and broad dragon. Her eyes are blue pools, where a little bit of gold helps distinguish the iris from the rest of the eye.  Her scales are very slick, very snake-like, and reflect light, thus making the blackness of her skin even more noticeable.  Her silhouette is rather elegant but she is larger than the average female dragon. Her claws are also sharper and longer than the average dragon making her paws deadly weapons.  They can easily break solid rocks and even tear apart metallic gears. When she breathes fire, her scales take on red reflects and the more she breathes fire, the redder her scales become. Her wings are powerful and majestic, enough to carry her heavy weight on the battlefield. Her skin is very thick, making it almost impossible for steel and gunfire to injure her.  Her underbelly is incredibly soft and warm; it almost feels like a mammal’s skin, a dog with short hair. Her head is spiky and so is her chin. Her teeth are sharp and powerful; she can literally tear any flesh apart with them, even dragons, although it would be harder with dragons with thicker skin. She also has a long tail with spikes at the end.

Human:

As a woman, Phoenix is outstandingly gorgeous. Her skin is flawless and smooth. Her eyes keep their blue color. Her cheekbones are high and her lips are plump and red like blood. Her chin is square, slightly emphasizing her strength. She is thick but toned.  Her face bears a dangerous expression because she is stern and rarely smiling. Yet, her lips always draw a smirk when she is plotting or satisfied. She is hauntingly beautiful yet scary and on top of it all, knows it. She is tall and her silky bright honey hair falls on her waist. She is a woman who might speak normally with words but whose true feelings are expressed by her eyes and eyes alone. Her presence is overwhelming and her scent intoxicating but she is soft and lovely and warm once you learn to know her.

Something noticeable about her: she has a strong African accent and a tongue piercing. In human form!

Sexual orientation: How dare you?

Alignment: She roots for herself but is driven by blood thirst and revenge.

Occupation: 

waitress as human.

Heiress to the throne As dragon.

Breakdown of Abilities:

As a dragon:

She is a black dragon, the last one to exist besides her dying father.

• Flight. She can fly great distances without the need to rest. She can also reach the clouds and
  go beyond without being incapacitated by the lack of oxygen.

• Super Strength: She belongs to the two strongest species.

• Keen senses (more acute than you can think of)

• Fire Breathing; her fire is the most powerful ever breathed by a dragon, but when she’s not at the
  top of her abilities (which is the current situation), She is still dangerous, but her fire is as strong as any basic fire-breather. Fortunately, she can hold it longer than them.

• Shapeshifter: she can switch from human to dragon form at will, unlike others who need long
  and impractical spells.

• Black magic: She is the only one, along with her father to have mastered the dark arts. She is
  actually able to perform regular dragon magic BUT is also able to perform necromancy at a vast range. Unfortunately, without her heart, she is unable to access this ability.

As a woman: 

she simply is a witch. She is able to perform black magic at a strong level (that doesn’t need the use of complicated spells and rituals) but is unable to reach her former level (which allows her to use necromancy)

Skills:

• Flexibility

• Durability

• Con artist

• Strong-will

Weaknesses:

In dragon form:

• Pure Iron (not steel).

• Because she's very big, she lacks speed. but she compensates with great strength.

• Her underbelly and her eyes. Since they are the most vulnerable (unprotected)

• She cannot swim as well and would most likely end up drowning.

• Unicorns (although there are not so many existing) are lethal to him, they also seem to have a positive influence on them, which could affect Almaryl’s feelings.

• Lycans blood. If she is in contact with their blood, she would get poisoned

• Corpses/decaying bodies flesh and blood (although she is the mistress of darkness, she cannot drink their blood or eat their flesh)

In human form:

• She cannot swim and would end up drowning if she did.

• She cannot be bitten by a vampire otherwise, she would inevitably get sick and die

• She also cannot be in contact with Lycan’s blood or she would suffer the same destiny

Family: 

Mother: Rywenn the Conqueror, deceased.

Father: Bahamut, about to die.

Universe: Flexible

Personality:

Phoenix is not your average nice woman or dragon. In both her incarnations, her behavior is the same.

She is a strong fighter, able to handle a fight whether it is with or without magical powers. She was one of the fiercest in battles whether her father was dead or alive. Unfortunately, she isn’t as good at strategy as her father was. Her passion usually takes advantage of her reason and she ends up taking risky decisions. She is also very young and takes inconsiderable risks to achieve her goals. But she learns through her failures and she grows stronger every single time.

She is also very dedicated to her people and her duty, willing to make any sacrifice for their sake. But likewise, she is also very passionate and her feelings can go from genuine affection to deep hatred. She has no filter and nothing to balance her emotions except maybe Eleonore now.

Like all dragons, she is VERY proud, very wild, and doesn’t trust easily. Yet, she was able to befriend (to her doom) the last unicorn and also a werewolf and a vampire. She realized that if she wanted to win a war, she had to strike deals and play well in order to regain her powers.

She is able to be sweet and vulnerable but only shows it to very few people. Her angers are terrible and terrifying for she spits fire and destroys anything in her way in her dragon form but when she is in her human form, her magic takes control she can also very easily break a neck or kill someone if not restrained.

Like her mother Rywenn, Phoenix is also keen to become power-hungry. She was taught to enjoy conquests and fights. She was taught to humiliate her enemies and that perversion might lead her nowhere good.

She is flirtatious, but it’s only a façade. She is no virgin but hasn’t properly “made” love to a male or a female. Sex is a tool for her, a tool for power. She manages to enjoy it, although no one ever blew her mind just yet. She is slightly confused about humans because she’s been living among them for very long. But the first feeling she has towards them is hatred. Rest assured that if anything, she simply wants to feed on them and decimate the entire race.

Fictional Character Biography: to Come

Once upon a time, there was a world where dragons, humans, and other mystical creatures (unicorns, vampires, werewolves, dwarves, and elves) lived altogether in perfect harmony. They respected each other’s realms and established good relationships, trading with one another, and helping each other live peacefully. But the peace wasn’t to remain as long as envy tainted the heart of the purest hearts. Creatures started to hunt each other in order to steal their powers and their lands. Dragons were constantly threatened for their power and the beautiful lands they owned. Many dragons were enslaved and used as pets, lowered to the same level as basic horses. 

They were sentient creatures, gifted with the ability to speak the words of men, able to perform magic, and keepers of the forests, enchanted or not. They were the kings of the mystical creatures, or so they loved to think of themselves as such. Among them stood the black dragons, there were a few of them for their task wasn’t an easy one. Keepers of the Nalröndi (Hell), they are able to perform the dark arts. They serve as the guardians of the World’s balance and ensure that the lost and confused souls of those who passed away

remained in their realm and that the living don’t try to use them for their selfish purposes. 

But with the help of enslaved unicorns, human witches were able to incapacitate those black dragons and kill them in the process. Only one survived: the Legendary Bahamut. With the help of another dragoness, the beautiful Rywenn the Conqueror, he claimed his realm back and set the defeated dragons free, at the cost of thousands of Unicorns' lives, except one of them who managed to survive. He crowned Rywenn and together they ruled peacefully the Land of Dragons.

Almaryl’s birth was a complicated one. Her mother wasn’t able to hatch the egg for she was too weak

due to a sickness that was devouring her body. It took seven years until Rywenn the Conqueror was able to leave the realm and teach her daughter what it took to become a queen. They were only able to spend a year together. Rywenn managed to form her daughter and prepared her to access the throne. Crippled by her terrible sickness, none was able to explain, the Mother Dragon died inexplicably, leaving a mourning husband and daughter. The king decided to raise his daughter who eventually matured into a beautiful dragon, reaching her full potential. (Knowing that for a dragon, it’s commonly known that they need at least a millennium to reach adulthood and complete control of their abilities).

Unfortunately for her, Bahamut died sooner than expected. She learned, much to her dismay that during the reclaim battle, he had been injured with a pure iron blade that broke and left a shard into his chest, killing him slowly but surely. Thrust into royalty and duties yet prepared for such eventuality, the new queen, Almaryl started to rule. She had a lot on her plate since her people were endangered. Worse than this, she didn’t only have supporters in her team but traitors who used the power of a witch to cast a spell on her heart and break it into several pieces that spread across the seven realms. One of them was found by the last unicorn alive in the realm of men and kept hidden (although she barely knew what that was)

An attack followed this event and dragons were decimated. Only a few survived (most of them were still

enslaved and as time went by became servants to mankind. The others, the free ones learned to hide among humans (who evolved and literally slaughtered the other races and conquered the other realms) waiting for the day, the heiress to the throne would come back and unleash all seven hells upon her attackers and their offspring Weakened by the loss of her heart, which prevented her from performing necromancy and restoring the balance between the underworld and the world of the livings, Almaryl was ruminating about her vengeance and tried to find her people.

It’s not easy to stop dragons when they are transformed but their scales show up whenever they are experiencing a burst of emotions. She first noticed one of them, who seemed to have been an old friend but didn’t come to him, ashamed of what happened to her. On a sordid night, after she accidentally killed a group of men who tried to rape her (the fools), and nearly turned into a dragon, she was spotted by a beautiful blonde, named Eleonore. Pale and pure she saw the whole scene and long lost memories came back to her. Almaryl, now going by the name Phoenix, realized that it was a Unicorn, the last of them all, and realized that around her neck, she was wearing a necklace and pendant, the first piece of her magical heart. Scared but softened up because of the innocent animal, Phoenix decided to tame the Unicorn’s fear and uncannily the two of them became friends. Whenever Phoenix found a fragment of her Heart, she could give it to Eleonore, so she could keep it safe. Until now, she has found three fragments over seven and is still on a quest to conquer her realm back.

Her path would be paved with traps and threats, the underworld is preparing to invade the world of the

living, and the Witch who cursed her is trying to command the prince of Hell Ashurato Mogoth, but things might or might not get on her side. Phoenix desperately needs to find her people and put them to safety, deal with the traitors and set her other people free. Could the Queen find the strength to do that?

Trivia: to Complete

• She is fond of dogs.

mobsters: act I : The Mayor is here.

Mobsters: Act I.the Mayor is here.


Magali pushed the door open and smirked widely. She quickly closed the door behind her form and leaned against the door. Her blue eyes were gleaming with excitement and she bit at her thumb. She was a gorgeous and pale redhead with a thin but toned figure. Her hair was curly and big, almost crowning her face because of its volume.She was wearing glasses and had the habit to push them up her nose. Magali was working as a nurse at Mercy Hospital of Nancy City. During the service, she was a very kind and dedicated nurse but at night, she became a criminal. A serial killer would be more appropriate. She was gifted with telekinesis. Occasionally, she helped the Police of Nancy City catch/ kill criminals but being deranged, it only was a matter of time before Mags decided to open her killing list to anyone she fancied.Tonight, she decided to be loyal to her friend who was standing only a few miles away from her.

"WHOAH Miss V, you look ravishing tonight. The show is going to be... incredible." -She said, walking closer towards the other woman.-

"Magali... Cease your flattery. It doesn't work on me." Said the other woman who was still applying red lipstick on her plump lips. "What is the new?"

"Can't I come and visit an old friend? Does it have to do with... my second job?" Asked the redhead sarcastically. before she sat on a chair and crossed her legs.

Miss V  or  Asma Jensen was one of the most successful singers and entertainer of the country. She was a beautiful woman, whose skin was brown as chocolate. Her hair, at small of the back length, was curly and soft but when she was performing, she hid it beneath the brown wig. Her eyes, golden on black eyesockets were also hidden behind special lenses. Her powers were unknown to most of them but some said she was a strong telepath.She put her hands on the wooden table and tilted her head to the side, finally staring back at the gorgeous redhead.

"You know why I asked for your help. I cannot do it all by myself. I am an entertainer." -She said furrowing her brows slightly. Crossing her legs, Magali played with the chair's arms and looked at her  "Tell me."

"My my... so demanding. The Mayor will attend your show. He said he is eager to welcome such a star. A native of Nancy City. He knows how to talk and convince people.No wonder why the fucker is the Mayor"

"The Mayor will come, to see my show??.."

Asma froze and shifty-eyed as several thoughts were crossing her mind. The Mayor will come tonight. She couldn't believe her ears and furrowed her brows even harder. Anthony Deen, born from a violent man who despised him was raised by Asma's father when he was young. Rumours were going on (and still do) about the fact he was born human instead of a mutant which brought shame to his family and caused his father's rejection.  Asma discovered the lifeless body of her father when she went home and was able to see the face of the escaping murderer. It was Anthony and after several years spent out of Nancy City, once an adult, he came back as an ambitious and powerful man. He demonstrated element-bending abilities which didn't stop the rumors but at least helped him win the elections and become the new Mayor. Asma became a famous singer and toured across the country. She was away when she learned that Anthony became the new Mayor and decided to prepare her revenge. The first step was to come back to Nancy City and contact the right people to help her. If during the day or the night, she was a singer, whenever she had a free time (and mostly the nights she wasn't performing) Asma became Black Bunny, a famous thief and vigilante (of some sort) who sought for information. She met Magali Penwood during one of these nights and the two befriended. Magali was fascinated by both the singer but the psychopath that was beneath and accepted to help her in her quest for revenge. It was thrilling, exciting.. entertaining. Asma knew that Magali would not be enough and that she would have to work on her network some more. Once she would have the right people in her hand, she would use them to lure the Mayor have him get close to her. She wanted to discover his secret, disgrace him publicly before she eventually killed him herself.  Blinded with her revenge, she was able to go to extremes and didn't know yet where her path would lead her. For the time being, the Mayor will attend her show. He would see her. She would only have this opportunity to catch his attention, enough to have him contact her afterward. Magali smirked and nodded.

"MMHH mmhhh. The Mayor. Here's your chance Asma. Your chance to catch his interest."

"There's no way I.. He will be very suspicious..." -She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. Her breath was heavier but Magali stood up and walked towards her friend. Her slender fingers started to rub and massage Asma's neck and she planted a kiss.

"Don't worry about that. Tonight, you're the entertainer. I know you want to get revenge, but the best of them take time. Let him come to you. Let him become crazy about you and when he least expects it." She said as she tilted her head to the side and bit at Asma's sensitive neck. "You kill him."

"Sounds like a good plan," Asma whispered before she put her mask on. "Sounds perfect." She would wait and take her time. That made her breathe more calmly and she finally said to her friend after she stroked her arm. "You can go have your seat. Miss V is ready for her show."

It was the beginning, the game was on.

freefall

free fall.

When your dreams of kisses and love
turn into a full nightmare, what do you do?
When instead of saying words of love
You end hurting the other even more?
What has become of us? Tell me... what has become of us?
Was it love? Was it real?
Is it war, this ordeal?
Aren't you tired of testing me? of making me wait endlessly?
Or maybe you don't even realize,
the mess in which you threw me?
I love you.

Is this a mistake?

I love you.

Help me see better.
Reject me if you wish but don't make me long for it.
Release me from this prison, from the hell you sent me into.
Can't you see? The power of these feelings is killing me inside.
I can't give it to you because you don't want it... so what do I do?
I want to spit this love, vomit it in your face, burn you with it so you can understand.
But if I do, I'll go insane... if I do.. you'll take advantage of it.. of me.
So I conceal, I keep it in.
I watch you watch me destroy myself.
The secret is consuming, the secret is burning...
I am a fool.. you made me look like one.
A fool for loving you. Ah, what can I do?

Is this a mistake?

I love you...

I fucking love you....

I hate you.......but I probably hate myself even more.

I can't give you all my tears

I can't give you my tears, I've cried all of them before we even met. What's left inside of me is melancholia. It's following me like a flee after sugar. I used to be scared of it, I used to refuse it but I am tired. You slammed the last nail in my coffin and forced me to stare at Melancholia straight in its eyes.What a wreck I am, what a mess... but I am prepared, I know how it feels already so it's easier this time. It's like comfortable sleepers or a nice pillow. It's just there like the kidney to my body, insufferable companion in the solitude I put myself in. I can't give you all my tears, not even when I want to give you storms and hurricanes.. not even when I want to beat the pulp into you for making me feel this way.. not when I want to get rid of my own-self for simply existing.. for having believed only a second it could have been... possible. I am ashamed, I am upset. I am quiet. I am resigned. I let it be and I feel numb. I can't give you all my tears.. not even if you did deserve all of them.

You put up a good fight

"You put up a good fight."

Congratulations, you can stop struggling.
Take a break, breathe...enjoy the moment and the silence.
The voices in your head will stop talking, leaving you to your rest.
Your bloody hands are sore, your heart is beating peacefully
Are you satisfied? Are you proud?
You should be, you survived this round, you'll survive the other one.
Actually... you'll survive all the others.
Because this strength is already there, inside of you.
It's waiting for the right moment to shine, to prove you wrong.
Forget all the wrongs, the self-blaming, the self-beating.
Embrace the warrior you became.. the warrior you always were.
It'll make your days better, the fights easier.
Embrace, embrace.. rejoice.. become.

"I know I did, you haven't seen the best of me just yet."

she was angry -Katarina, Asma & Marcos-

// ¨Personal picture, a gift for two friends of mine (owners of Katarina and Marcos.) hope you like ^^// 

It was an unusual day at the mansion. The house owner was upset and she had all the reasons to be. Rumours had spread about her, all of them coming from a woman who hated her seemingly. It was an act of pure jealousy that forced the malevolent woman to make her move. She sought to destroy Katarina and the rumors were starting to harm the family. Asma heard of them and realized that some of them involved her. She wasn't hurt by them, she was more worried about the fact it was now known by more people than needed and the children might suffer from their adult agreement. It made her fly straight to the mansion. On her way to the habitation, she was thinking of what to say to the king and her mistress, maybe stop their relationship, take a break from the whole family. It made her upset but if she had to leave, she would do so. Landing in the garden, the pink haired Elder walked towards the front door and knocked a few times. Marcos welcomed her, wearing a casual tank top and black jeans. He bent forward to kiss Asma to greet her, but the elder shook her head.

"I don't.. think it's a good idea. Where's Kat? I came to see you both, we have to talk."

"I know love. She's in the living room.she's quite cranky by the way so you better--" -But Asma had left already. She hurried to the living room and froze.

Katarina was indeed upset. Asma had never seen her in such a way before. Her sweet and sensual mistress was nothing more but pure anger. Her physical appearance was slightly different, her eyes were glowing, like pools made of liquid ivory, her skin was even paler but her legs up to her knees and her arms were now a solid ebony. Her perfect body was naked but there was nothing sensual about it.Asma swallowed hard and hesitated a bit. She felt the negative energy overwhelming the room, oozing from her. The raw power that made the air thicker and crushing her body. Would Asma have been human, she would have died already for the amount of limitless power was unbearable. Yet, she was no human and decided to step in. Katarina felt her presence and soften slightly her features. Her voice was different, darker, ethereal and for the first time, Asma did realize that she was in front of another goddess, and not just a goddess, but the daughter of Death herself. It sent shivers down her spine and she quietly sat on the floor, legs crossed and hands on her lap as she was looking at Katarina with a worried face. Marcos was nearby, leaned against the front door. He was upset as well, the whole issue with Katarina's enemy was annoying him. If it was simply about a woman having a temper tantrum, it would have been ignored, but now that their children were attacked as well, he couldn't tolerate it.

"I am glad you finally came sweetpea. We were worried about you." -Said the brunette goddess without looking at Asma.-

"I......had issues to deal with, nothing too important. I heard... I heard rumors."

"That's why she refused to greet me the proper way." -Joked Marcos. Under different circumstances, Asma would have thrown him a pillow but none of them really had the heart to joke. She simply gave him a tight smile and looked back at Katarina.

"I figured. Do not bother about them. I will handle this shit on my own."

"Who is she, Katarina?" Asma furrowed her brows. She was hesitant, could she really touch her lover's hand? Could she try to comfort her the old ways? It was new, and the atmosphere was suffocating. Her golden irises shifted from Katarina to Marcos who shrugged.

"Some bitch you don't need to bother yourself with."

"I need to know! She's spreading rumors all around. Maybe I should... I came to say that I should not come back to you. The kids---"

"Don't be /Ridiculous/ Asma! Please! You know better! you're not going to bow down in front of this whore! This is exactly what she wants! I can't afford to give it to her!"

"What she wants? Who is she?? Fill me in!" Asma furrowed her brows. She refused to be told what to do and left clueless. Someone was trying to destroy the family of her lovers, her friends, her mates and she refused to let this happen. She hit on her lap and grunted. Katarina's white glowing gaze finally was set upon her and her upper lip was lift.

"Asma. You will never meet her, or I'll make sure you don't. It's family business anyway."

"I need to know." The elder's voice was firm and she furrowed her brows harder until finally, Katarina softened up a bit.

"Fine love, I will tell you then. My father has chosen another bride. We didn't get along very well since we first met and she kept trying to hurt me and my family. I have been very patient with her, very patient... but she went too far. She threatened my kids."

"She did? Oh.." Asma started to realize that it wasn't much about them which somehow achieved to reassure her.-

She noticed the change of atmosphere, the rise of anger inside Katarina and glanced at Marcos to seek some support and help. She wasn't easy to scare, but Katarina was scary when she was angry. Her face wasn't soft and loving as it usually was but angry and closed. Her hair was moving like snakes, undulating at an unusual pace, that only emphasized Asma's fear. The black of her arms, when looked closely at were in fact made of energy and were swirling, like an unstopping current. Katarina was made of darkness for she was the daughter of Death, so she became darkness whenever angry. Hatred was filling the room and the death was overwhelming the living room. Asma panted slightly, trying to resist as much as she could but it was proven useless when her lover stood up suddenly.

"She will pay, I swear on my life. I will teach her to respect me. I already have an idea of what I am going to do."

"Any help from me Vixxsin?"

Asked Marcos who quietly crouched next to Asma who had lifted her hands to grab Katarina's legs so she could keep her balance and not faint. She tilted her head to the side so she could stare at the grim reaper who revealed in a glow his true form to Asma. He was wearing a large coat with a hood, like what they thought, he wasn't a skeleton. His skin was very pale, almost gloomy. His features were a little more emaciated, his eyes were red pools and his teeth were sharp, pointy, deadly. He looked like death, he was one of its pawns after all. She wasn't shocked, for she expected them to look terrifying and understood that Katarina wasn't really fully transformed, just right in between. She was just very uneased because of the feelings and the atmosphere she barely could fight against. As she was panting, she clung to the soft flesh of the brunette goddess and leaned her head against her belly while her eyes looked at a fully transformed Marcos.

"I will be fine on my own. I prefer to have you look after the kids. Asma..come on beautiful... look at me." -She made the young elder look at her and softly smirked. as she stroked the soft cheeks of the pink haired lady. "You came all this way for us, we better be good hosts right?" -It was a rhetorical question. She did calm herself later though but Asma would never forget what she saw. She didn't even think she wanted to.-

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