**this entry was written in RP (role play) format****
~Akki~
Night sweeps over Meridian. The great warmth gives way to the cool breezes coming in from the coast. On a balcony over looking the crashing waves a young man stands, his mind lost in thought. His hair is tussled by the wind as his feline like ears twitch listening and alert even as his mind wanders. A stirring from the bed room behind him pulls his wandering thoughts back. His body turns toward the sound and the young girl whose troubled sleep has pulled him from the sea.
“So small, so frail” his thoughts say to him.
The girl is only sixteen, a runaway. Her once happy home torn apart by an over zealous step father and a mother too intoxicated to care. The bruises on her arm show testament to her struggles against losing what dignity the man tried to strip away along with the girl’s clothes. She cries out in her sleep for her mother, for her younger sister still in harms way.
Akki comes in from balcony, his footfalls silent and similar to a cat stalking its prey. His eyes watch the girl with an unfeeling cold amusement. He can sense her dreams going darker, taking her places she fears to think about while awake. Now in sleep her defenses are down and her mind pushes her to remember.
The circles of magic glow beneath the bed lighting the room with a dull glow as Akki approaches. His hand reaches out to touch the girl’s hair, mercifully now clean of the grime it had endured from the streets. He lifts a few strands and inhales the familiar sent of his Mistress. But no, the girl here is not her. The scent of soap and perfume plays like a mask over the girl’s flesh hiding what she was before. Letting the hair slip from his grasp Akki closes his hand into a tight fist as a wave of hunger washes over him. Stepping away from the girl he shivers as the next wave nearly pushes him to the ground. Frantically his eyes watch the bedroom door, awaiting his Mistress’ return and the relief only she can provide. His body shakes as he moves towards the door his steps pained and slow. One arm clutches his chest as he forces himself to grab a hold of the girl fitfully sleeping.
His hand intertwines with a mass of her hair, pulling her from the bed. The girl screams but grows quiet when Akki turns a pained and hungered look her way. Dragging the girl with him Akki struggles towards the door and the hallway outside.
Falling to his knees just outside the door he helplessly watches as the black mist swirls down the hallway towards him. The girl at his side lets out a mumbling of words as fear over takes her.
“QUINN!” He screams out in anguish as the mists pick up speed.
“QUINN!” He cries out again to the emptiness of the hallway. Anger pushes through the sound of pain. The raspy whisper becomes low and guttural as he throws back his head as if prepared to howl. The mist close in on him and the fear ridden girl as his words spew forth from the growing blackness.
“I summon thee by the dark pacts paid in blood and fed by souls!”
~Quinn~
Snuggling up close to Damonos’ body, Quinn sighs happily. Her fingers absently pet the large angelic wings. Her hand trails up to his face and lightly caresses his cheek.
“Oh Damonos” she quietly whispers to the sleeping fallen one beside her. Her smile is soft as she leans in to kiss his slumbering lips. As her lips near, a sound rocks through the foundations of the room. Quinn’s head snaps up, her body already moving towards the door, she quickly grabs a discarded blanket to cover her nudity. Again the sound manifests like a physical force knocking Quinn to her feet. She gasps as the black mists start to roll towards her.
“QUINN!” her name being shouted out like a hand pulling her to her feet urges Quinn out the office doors and towards the direction of the swirling mists.
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