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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Sept 24, 2008 6:38:52 GMT -4
Feeling her be shocked by the electricity, Iianhk'namir pulled his mind away from hers. Although he knew that the pain would remain hers, he couldn't help it; it was reflex. So, he waited, listening, all the while keeping in mind that they could be walked in on any moment by that bothersome bastard of a Vampire. He doubted hat the man knew it, but he had bound Ven to him with his words alone, never mind the branding. He wasn't about to tell him that, though. It just wasn't the done thing to tell your enemies your weak points. That, and he wasn't sure if Kyandir had realized the change yet. If not, let it stay that way. He had no interest in becoming the man's new toy. Not that he wouldn't be aware of what was going on...
As she spoke, he listened, watching her with his one blue eye and one green eye, his face framed by his messy hair. He should really get Ven to cut it soon... Maellushyal. Odd name for an odd person. Perfect. He couldn't but smirk to himself at her predicament, knowing that if he were in her place, he would be constantly in pain, but it wasn't likely that it would be him feeling it directly.
When asked if he was there to kill her, Iianhk'namir laughed softly, darkly, the sound bitter instead of amused. Kill you? Ha! He said to her, his tone as bitter as his laughter. If only it were so simple... No. I have not come for your death. I've merely tagged along with Ven for the adventure. He's the slave. He said, his laughter finally dying, silence returning. He had a look on his face that one might have used to keep someone from reading one's emotions, something bland and blank like a mask. For a moment, he closed his mind to the girl, wanting to look within his own mind without her prying eyes. Ven was awakening... Of course, the danger was gone... And so it must be. If you've something to say, I suggest you say it now. He said, once more opening his mind enough to talk, but not enough for her to see what was going to behind the scenes. Actually, it wasn't by choice, but he needn't tell her that, either.
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Post by Khallayne on Sept 24, 2008 13:03:28 GMT -4
Maellushyal listened to the dark bitter sound that came out of Iianhk’namir’s throat. She listened to his words, and slowly her black eyes opened once more, becoming aware as she looked at him, all the doors in the house slamming shut all at once as she retreated her powers, bringing everything to a stand-still. Her powers rushed through the air, the danger suddenly there again. She was focused upon him, upon this room, and nothing else. Something was different as he closed his mind to her, and she didn’t particularly like that. Like the spoiled child that she was, she angrily ripped at Iianhk’namir’s mind, her powers merciless as she tore down his walls.
What he had felt before was a test, and suddenly the walls surrounding her powers collapsed, releasing everything of her 209 years of life. There were no limits that stopped her as the house calm to a lock-down, and her attention staid on Iianhk’namir. She could feel Ven waking up, and without thinking, she lashed out at the stranger within Iianhk’namir’s mind. At the stranger that would listen to every word that Kyandir would say... The creature that would be her killer.
IF he does not stop intruding, I will kill him. Her voice threatened, electricity snapping through the air as this frail fragile woman became an unheard threat. Her mind attacked Ven’s soul, warning him not to approach her. She could read the boy too easily, but the darker intents became masked. And it was those intents that she had to watch... If not, they would get to her... [/color]
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Sept 24, 2008 17:08:15 GMT -4
Although he had been half expecting her to renew her attack, it didn’t stop Iianhk’namir from physically flinching when he felt her began anew, though this time a vengeance, it seemed. It appeared almost as if she had been toying with him before, trying gauge his strength. He felt her ripe at his walls, and he simply put up new ones, focusing on them more than attacking her, but he would be forced to, if she continued. Maybe that was exactly what needed, though… He could sense her powers unleashing themselves from their bonds, almost something else entirely than what they had been. So, she wanted to play rough, huh? He could do rough. He wasn’t weak either, and maybe it was time to show her.
He takes his rightful place. Don’t assume you know everything there is to know about us. He spat back at her, shielding his other self away from her, making him unreachable. He didn’t want her touching him. Ven was his livelihood as much as he was Ven’s in the same way that they were identical, yet polar opposites. I will kill you myself, if you dare try, even if I die trying. Iianhk’namir finished, his stance firming unconsciously as he watched her with hard eyes and lashed out at her himself. A battle of wits and wills.
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Post by Khallayne on Sept 24, 2008 17:35:55 GMT -4
Maellushyal only looked blankly at Iianhk’namir, suddenly not understanding a word that he was saying. She didn’t understand his need to protect the other inside of him. One quick swipe of her powers, and he would be gone. That simple, no reason for him to fight back. And, yet, he did fight back. He fought back with a vengeance that she hadn’t been expecting. But why? What made these people think that they had to protect something? There was nothing in this world worth protecting! Everything was based upon vanity and self-gain! No one cared about anyone, it would seem! And she hated it, with all her might, the little girl sitting upon her throne of chains, and links, despised it with all her might. If she could destroy the world, she would. Whether because of the hatred upon which she was born, or the torture that she had faced, no one had to know. Yet as the man continued to build his walls, she simply focused her energy into one single ball in the back of her mind.
Kyandir came bursting through the door then, his eyes in a rage and fury. “Mae! Stop it!” He commanded, watching the little body go erect as all her powers focused outwards. Instead of blasting out in one area, it shot out in all directions, a giant tsunami that knew no boundaries. Kyandir flew back out through the open door, and brushed himself off, shaken a bit by the onslaught. Her protection was done for today, he knew as much. Most of her energy had been spent on canceling her own spell, forcing it to attack her from within.
Silently he stepped into the door, smirking faintly as he looked at the other. Calmly he looked at Mae, resting upon her chair, head hanging back, eyes open staring blankly at the ceiling. “Is he what I think he is?” He demanded the one, receiving only the faintest nod in return as the helpless princess was a rag upon her throne. This caused the cool dark prince to smirk as he looked at the ‘new’ Ven.
“And just who might you be?” He inquired, a dark smirk upon his face. Capable of fighting Mae was a feat that he hadn’t seen done, ever. It was good to know that this person would offer him some entertainment.
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Sept 24, 2008 21:13:43 GMT -4
Although he couldn't sense exactly what she was doing, Iianhk'namir wasn't fool enough to think that she would give up so easily. Not the child who wasn't, not the one who fought with him so vehemently. He could, however, nearly feel the hatred radiating off of her as he shielded Ven from her, keeping him safe. To be honest, he didn't understand most of the reason why he had the need to protect the wretch. Ven was so... useless on his own.. he needed someone to take his hand and guide him at all times, never thinking for himself. No, he could make it seem that way, but, in the end, it was always for someone else, someone who he wanted to please no matter the context. Why did it bring him such joy to degrade himself to servitude, to being the voluntary slave? Maybe, the gods forbid, he felt like an older brother responsible for a younger sibling. It didn't matter... Odd how this was what he thought about in the middle of a fight when everything might just go wrong.
Just as she had been gathering herself up for an attack, or so he was guessing she would be, he did the same, all the while bettering the protection for Ven, which would, in the end, lessen his attack, but that was alright. In a way, he wouldn't mind being wiped from Ven's being. He wouldn't have to suffer the child and all his unending innocence or willingness to obey... He could finally rest. And then the Vampire burst into the room, yelling for her to stop, and then flew out the room. Iianhk'namir watched him with his different colored eyes, following his trajectory, forgetting that he was supposed to play the fool, the slave. Hard to do that when you're fighting, no? He didn't watch him long, however, figuring that Kyandor wasn't the type to leave things be when he discovered a secret compartment in his new toy. Mae, as the other had called her, looked almost dead – being limp and all – except for the staring eyes.
Damn it all to hell... He thought to himself, knowing that his time was limited, and that he had been found out once he heard the question leave the Vampire's lips. Oh, he was probably what Kyandir thought he was, if the man even knew what he was talking about. He had never before wished that his time was shorter. It would make things so much simpler... It was very convenient that Ven didn't know of him, at times. This was one of those times. So, he stood there, waiting either for Ven to take over and end up passed out on the floor, to be forced to answer to his so-called 'master'. “It makes little difference who I am.” He replied, his voice low and even, his face a blank mask, unwilling to reveal anything to any amount of scrutiny. He wanted to smirk, though. He could sense Ven stirring. It wouldn't be long. Not with the girl seemingly spent.
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Post by Khallayne on Sept 24, 2008 21:32:47 GMT -4
Kyandir watched the other curiously, taking in everything about this new Ven. At least from his answer he knew that this other person had a new name, he’d simply have to coax it out of Ven. How, he didn’t know... But at least he knew that he had something to keep his long days and nights busy. Research. It had been years since these magnificent servants had been created.... Years since he had last seen one walk the earth. It wasn’t that they were utterly rare, it was simply that many people accidentally killed them, and those that were left were in hiding, deep in the heavens-knew-where. It was always a soothing relief to know that he had found one that he could call his. All he’d have to do is to start treating Ven well, and to make sure that Mae never attacked, or spoke to him again, unless ordered to. That would solve everything that there was to be solved. And the day that he would need this new person, pain could awaken him... Danger and the right mood. Mae could create that easily, very easily... For now, Ven would simply be given more chores to do, things that could make him feel happy, and useful. Hopefully he hadn’t lost his chance on getting Ven on his side.
“So very true,” the dark laughter of Kyandor flowed from his lips along with his word. His eyes, the morning sky, shone brightly and seemed to sparkle with amusement and mirth. He knew that this other probably didn’t want to be around him. Oh well, he didn’t want to be around the dangerous one either, not that he really cared. Ven would simply become his new toy, and once Ven got boring, he would take this one, and make him become his slave also. With these ultimate servants, he could possibly find more of Ven’s race... Though he knew that getting them into the house could be a problem, he could always move away, and leave the one who was causing him the trouble behind. Forever locked inside this room, until he decided to let her out. However, he would forget about her long before he would set her free. She had pushed too many limits, attacked him too many times. Her freedom was her chair. On days where she behaved exceptionally, he would sometimes groom her, and allow her to sit outside. But that was all her life would ever revolve around... Her prison.
“Now Ven, there is no more danger, my pet. Mae is tired, and she won’t be harming you without my command anymore. There will be no more slips.” He called out softly, knowing that the command that he had just given could not be thwarted. Now he too waited for Ven to come out as he leaned against the wall, long legs crossed faintly as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring at Iianhk’namir. He could feel it deep within his bones, the next few years were going to be a blast.[/color]
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Sept 24, 2008 22:05:36 GMT -4
He stood there, still not looking at Kyandir, still the emotionless husk outwardly, while he was seething inwardly as he listened tot he man's thoughts. He knew exactly what he had a hold of. He had no intention whatsoever of being someone's plaything! And here he was plotting to keep him in check! No that it was hard to do... “Don't think to force my hand, fool.” He said, having no qualms about letting him know he was listening. Why not? They should both throw down their cards on the table and see who wins. The only problem with that was that he wasn't sure if it would be wise to try to do away with the Vampire. Not only where they royal pains, but he needed to find some way to bind Ven to someone else. And soon. The way that this man's thoughts were going... He knew exactly what he was doing. He was damn unlucky to have found of the few people who could appreciate their situation, had they had their hands on him.
He hated that Kyandir was amused about this. He hated the man in general. Not that that feeling was hard to coax from him, especially if you knew how to keep him under your thumb. He still stood listening to his thoughts, refraining from commenting again. It had nothing to do with him. He didn't care if others got dragged in, so long as he managed to get the hell out, somehow. “He doesn't hear you.” Was all he said. Iianhk'namir hadn't yet removed the shielding from Ven, and now he was glad that he hadn't. It was sickening, really, to hear the Vampire call Ven his pet. As if he meant it. But that didn't stop him from swaying on his feet, his brows knitting together as he attempted to keep Ven at bay for just a little longer. Now that his freedom was being taken, he didn't want to go, as usual.
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Post by Khallayne on Sept 24, 2008 22:16:20 GMT -4
The Angel-Vampire could only smirk even darker as Ven answered him, his blue eyes gleaming darkly as he nodded. So this new Ven didn’t think that he could control him, could he? He couldn’t help but feel the thrill of the challenge flow through his mind, searing his soul. This was going to be a fun one indeed. He only nodded faintly, getting himself more comfortable against the wall as he stood statue still, waiting for Ven to come back. He had only to talk to Mae to figure out what was going on within the man. For now... He simply thought of the attack that he had made earlier that way, hiding his plans from sight. It was easy to fool a mind-reader. He knew the battle was nearly over.[/color]
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Sept 25, 2008 6:01:59 GMT -4
'Ven' looked at him then, eyes narrowed. He did not like the emotions he sensed from the Vampire. Great. Had he just given him the incentive to actually try? Lovely. Simply lovely. He'd just made life more miserable, he was almost certain. And now all the other had to do was to wait. Iianhk'namir would have tried to leave, had Ven not been given instructions to leave. It would only make things worse for him, make him think that he had done wrong, etc etc. He was really despising the fact that Kyandir had already gotten the both of them under his thumb by sheer dumb luck at the very beginning. There was no way he could have known.
As he remained more or less focused on the Vampire's thoughts, he wanted to laugh, or something, when the other thought of anything but what he didn't want Iianhk'namir to hear. He was no simple mind-reader... He could have torn through that pathetic attempt at secrecy, if he wanted. Under normal circumstances. Not when he was about to depart. Again. What irony... He held all the power in the relationship that he had with Ven, all the malice and ambition, and yet he was helpless before his innocent and unknowing dominance over him. He turned away from Kyandir then, a wry smirk on his lips as he let his knees buckle beneath him, knowing it was useless to fight for control when it wasn't to be his anymore. It was an unending ritual, ti would seem. He winced faintly, when he felt the jolt of his knees coming against the floor, making it all the worse since he was certain that they must already be bruised from earlier. His eyes rolled back as he finally collapsed to the floor, a limp body, almost like a fresh corpse.
Until we meet again, fool. Iianhk'namir sent to the man before finally blacking out, returning to his prison.
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Post by Khallayne on Sept 25, 2008 6:26:20 GMT -4
Kyandir continued to watch the man, his visage a blank canvas as he waited patiently against the wall. His mind looked weak, however it was becoming stronger every second, just in case. Even his thoughts were becoming muddled, blank. He had needed his walls to protect himself against Mae, all those years ago, but for now, he simply only needed them to block, not to attempt to fight back. It was fine for him, besides, the other would be done with his fighting antics soon enough.
As soon as the man crashed upon the ground, Kyandir pushed himself forward, waiting until Ven blacked out before picking him up gently and carrying him to his bed room, and resting him upon the satin sheets. Slowly he ran a hand over the bruises and willed them away with the only magic that he contained from his past life. Gently he tucked the fragile man into the sheets, and walked out the door. To the kitchens he headed.
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Sept 25, 2008 6:45:34 GMT -4
It was some time before Ven returned to being himself, and even then, he remained asleep. On the floor, he might have woken up and curled up again to stay warm. But, ahh... He was in a bed! And such a lovely thing it was... Okay, truth be told he'd probably say the same thing about a rock-hard one, but that didn't mater. The point was that it was comfortable and warm. He smiled in his sleep, curling up a bit beneath the blankets, cuddling deeper into them, seeking warmth. His ears would perk up every now and then for a moment or two, but when they got too cold, they would tuck themselves beneath the edge of the blankets again, leaving on his white hair visible.
He came to eventually, the smile still on his face as he stretched. How did he come to be where he was? He couldn't remember much of what had happened... He remembered walking into the house, but he was sure that he hadn't made it to a bed, of all things. You see, Ven's memories of the fight were gone, vanished, erased. After a moment or two of continued cuddling in the blankets, Ven began to wonder if he was even supposed to be there. He never got to sleep in beds. Why would that change now Oh! He was going to get in so much trouble... He did not, however, leave the bed. He knew that he could not possibly make it back up the way that it had been, and he couldn't lie if his life depended on it... Better to be caught doing the wrong than to be caught lying.
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Post by Khallayne on Sept 25, 2008 6:55:54 GMT -4
Gently aromas drifted through the house. They had scents of spice, of sweets, of cuisine and of deserts. The smell of fresh fruit was simply hinted in the air as the Vampire cooked, his face almost serene as he went back in his memory, helping the servants with the feast. It was a simple task for the vampire, to make such a meal, and he had kept checking up on Ven, making sure that he wasn’t going to get into much trouble, or fall off the bed. Instead, the poor lad had been curled up under the blankets, his ears the only thing peeking out, last time he checked. Had the vampire actually cared for anyone, he would have called him simply adorable... Instead, he felt nothing but the coldness of his heart. That would have to change soon, Ven could read emotions, he’d have to be careful not to upset the poor lad.
Decorating a plate with food, and desert with delicacies, Kyandir placed a cup of fresh juice upon a silver tray as he put the rest upon it also, gently gliding up the stairs, his steps soft and gentle as he entered the room. “Hello, little one.” He chuckled softly, his tones warm and welcoming as he flowed across the floor. Sitting upon the edge of the bed and placing the tray on to the bedside table. “Are you hungry?” He inquired, sitting closer to the male upon the bed, his mood open and free, bringing up only the tad bit of tainted guilt about what had happened the night before
“I’m sorry about earlier... My race got ahead of me... hunger can turn me cruel...” He spoke earnestly, his eyes going towards the bed as he dabbed everything with the faintest hint of embarrassment. Playing the act was fun.
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Sept 25, 2008 7:13:08 GMT -4
Although the sound was a little muffled, Ven poked his head out from beneath the covers when he heard someone coming up the stairs, wondering what he should do. Yes, he may have decided on staying there, but still... It didn't mean that there wasn't room for second-guessing himself. As Kyandir walked into the room, the smell of food reached the lad's nose, causing his ears to perk forward inquisitively. “Greetings, sir...” He replied, wondering if he should apologize for the bed. Truthfully, he was going to when the offer of food was made. It confused him. Food? For him? Did Kyandir mean whatever it was that smelled so wonderful? But... The bed... Did that mean that the other had placed him to let him sleep? He opened his mouth faintly, as if he were going to say something to answer, and then he closed it again, unsure if this was some trick question. But he seemed to nice enough... In the end, Ven nodded faintly, shyly. The smell was reminding that he hadn't eaten in... In... a while.
“You've no need to apologize!” Ven said hurriedly, sitting up. He didn't want the nice man to feel guilty about it, if it was an accident. “There is no harm done, see?” He said, the blankets pooled on his lap, smiling, trying to make Kyandir feel better. That, and swallowing the lie whole.
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Post by Khallayne on Sept 25, 2008 21:34:43 GMT -4
Kyandir chuckled softly as the boy poked his head out, and at the words ‘sir’ coming out of the young boy’s mouth. “Oh please, don’t call me sir. My name is Kyandir.” He laughed softly, dipping his fingers into fruit sauce as he gently put a bit upon the boy’s lips, smiling faintly. “I’m glad that you are feeling better. Now we can get you fed, and give you a nice warm bath.” The vampire nodded, allowing his clean hand to trail across Ven’s ears, acting curious and showing interest.But really, what Kyandir wanted to know was how to make this boy like him, to make this boy want to be with him. He could offer him freedom, but he didn’t know what Ven would like. He’d have to patient.... Today was a good day to start.
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Sept 25, 2008 22:11:54 GMT -4
Hearing him laugh, Ven tilted his head a bit, listening. He liked hearing people laugh... Okay, so he might not have said it Kyandir had been laughing the way he had during his attack, but that didn't matter. Now was what mattered. Besides! Kyandir had said that it wasn't on purpose, anyway. He did seem nice enough. “As you wish... Kyandir.” Ven replied, catching himself before he said 'sir' again. He blushed a bit, suddenly shy. Ky-an-dir... He thought to himself, repeating the name a little more slowly in his mind, trying to get a feel for how it should roll off his tongue. It was... a different kind of name.
Upon feeling something being spread on his lips, his blush deepened a bit a his tongue darted out to lick his lips. It was sweet! He took the time to lick his lips clean, not wanting to waster the sweet fruit sauce. It was a treat that he was greatly enjoying. At the mention of a warm bath, the white-haired man 'looked' at the other with wide, blind eyes. Bath? We? .... He was going to have a warm bath? Although he was still rather shy, being unused to addressing people by their first names, a smile spread across Ven's lips as he leaned forward to nuzzle the other gently, unthinkingly, expressing his joy at the thought. It wasn't hard at all to make Ven happy. Already he thought that he was being spoiled rotten, but he didn't want to ruin Kyandir's fun, not to mention that he thought it would be fun, too.
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