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Swan King


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Date: Oct 6, 2007
Swans and Wolves (A Scene)
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BlackMagicSonata: ||Topping off the flame of his youthful spirit, the air of Salem, the black night, filled around his head like ever present smoke, whose swirling masses constricted his skin passionately. The cool caresses that mirrored a lover's experience etched over his body so softly that even the shivers running up his spine seemed to be fragile. He felt it, upon the hidden side of his torso, a stimulating sense of evolution. Sirus had begun to shed some parts of that part of himself deigned as evil. Every tired moment he spent in wallowing over the past-- excuted like the many rogues his eyes had born witness to. There were many horrors his mind had witness and congealed. Congealed and protected from others. No one knew quite why he did what he did, why he went in circles, why he chased the endless bottom of the well. Some ways, a man like him could never know himself well enough to even answer that question himself. Here,stopped at the last place, the place that marked his recent betrayal, nostrils perked up in devilish excitement. Sirus' heart raced in tune with the beat of sound drumming in unison with everything to his body. His pulse and even veins sung songs of appraisal as he stood about in nothing more than a striped shirt (blue and silver stripes, somehow that works...), and sand brown cargos. Admittingly, clothing hadn't been a strong point in the tenure of his life, therefore, it probably never would be. Thrumming so upliftingly fast in a place of solace, solace being made of bone and marrow, his heart offered him a reason to maneuver closer to the entrance. As per the norm, he had the usual check-up. Any weapons on him...? Nope. Holy items? Nope. Only a sheepish, gilded glance of eyes cast to the security (holy item checkout girl) as they went about their business, of course, though, he had to be carded, even if he looke d like he was peaking his mid 20's, alas, youth allied itself with formality a majority of the time, once all of the pleasantries were all ushered aside, the Ghost Wolf traveled nonchalantly with it's hairy, ashen hued counterpart i nto the bowels of the club. Where would tonight's excursion leave the creature born of complexity and simplicity?|| -d-
LunaExecration: Ok Solana, we can do this. Spoken in her head when she just received clearance to enter Bliss. Black mary jans entered and she shook her head no on checking in a coat and to holy objects. Did was not wearing one. Actually doesn't own one, a wapon? yes but they were save at home. Stepping further it aroma and aura was different then to expect. And one word summed Solana, confidence. for just one night. Every part of the ritual of all girl was done. Hair, makeup manicure with noir coloring to the nails. Highlight that came with her brunette hair was all natural and unthought of really. Masking herself in her scent and shielding her inner beast she started her walk forth....Attire was simple reeked french in the style of tapered square neck line, short thigh cut black dress but that was hidden under the elegance of a black Chanel trench curtsy of Ms Patsy Stone. It was the same length of the dress, frech cut and high to the thigh. Either side from shoulder to bottom hem was crisscross decorative design giving a reptile look. Lapel lifted to the back of the neck and black silken slash was tied tight to her waist. Clothes make up the person but for t onight it gave off the reverse. The person making up the clothes and even just for one night all inner habitation were gone, so with her walk proceeding and at least three eyes following she could have left
 at that point and be proud but the night was young and energys inside...the thrumm of others like her made it feel all worth coming here and a home feel. Inhuman amber wolven eyes darken by the dum lighting gazed around, it was busy and her steps were closing in the side of the Bar. To a open space leaning in to order a drink. This was going to be a good night, she felt it in her gut. -d
China Doll Frown: ::Black satin slipped through her fingers. One leg was wrapped tightly to the long flowing fabric of satin. It was a difficult performance, to deal with satin, so easily one could slip and fall from the twenty foot height. The
bright colored costume stood in perfect contrast to the long tapestry that was used. Left leg bent, satin bound over the leg. Arms stretched out, showing the dance floor below that there was nothing to hold her but pure talent. Back
arched backwards, hands grabbing hold of the satin, pulling that lean form upwards, leg was released. One arm reaching higher than the other to grab hold of the fabric. Right leg worked in wrapping the satin fabric around the limb.
Leg was lifted to gather the cloth against her form, covering herself completely. Satin was worked into a cocoon, wrapping the dancer in its embrace. Higher and higher she climbed rolling herself. Until the very last moment, almost
 reaching the bars that suspended the fabric and woman those twenty feet. The crowd turned up, to watch. Within moments the fabric was unrolling, the dancer within was revealed. With speed she traveled down the slippery surface of
 the satin fabric. Down, down, down she rolled, quickly. At the last second she stopped, face merely inches from a man's. His eyes capturing her own, as a smile spread across her lips. Leg wrapped in the satin, arms coming forth to
slip fingers into his feather soft hair. "My king..." The words were known only to him. He was a calming presence, sitting at his table. Nails drew back, caressing his skin, before she moved to climb back up the satin fabric.:: (done)
SwanKingX: + Behind every monster is a man, and in each face...each lovely transplendent face....there is a soul of darkness. It is inevitable in a world rife with contradictions. Bliss was a place for such things, a dark world of enchantment that called in a dark dripping voice for any who cared to listen. Vampires and ghouls stalked amongst the painted up human crowd, hidden as they puppetted humanities weakness, no more and no less than cunning similar pods. But whatwas inside was so very different than these human creatures suspected. Bastian was not human, had never been human. Born to be King, like an Arthurian legend come to life, he was a creature of the skies, a great winged thing thatcould cloak the moon beneath his loving wing. And there he sat among the predators, fearless and confident, a man for whom danger was a drug mainlained daily, because to live lycan and not be lycan was a lifelong invitation to such deeply dark worlds of fancy. When the lights dimmed and the show began he moved an infantessimal amount, head raising to look up, up, up....twenty feet above the floor where his angel of music danced for the crowds. Her mastery of her craft a spectacle that besot the eye with pleasure, showing gifts that were born to their kind....the air was theirs, even in these paltry humanoid bodies it could not be taken from them. Lips curled into a smile that could barely be noticed the way the mystical swirling lights of the club threw shadows across his perfect royal features, but it mattered not, that smile was for no one else but the woman who came spirralling down from the heavens to pause like a delicate star just above him. They were not lovers, nor even friends, they were King and mane, a sacred bond that swans alone shared, and no other creature could understand. Her hands in his hair sent shockwaves of power flowing from him, a lyrical dance of energy that would make the mane mark upon her hip burn with pleasures untold. When she once again drew herself up in the cloth to return to the skies he lowered his head and once again lifted the slim gold cigarette to his lips, letting it rest between delicate tiers a moment before smoke was released to curl like phatasms around the table where he sat.+ fin


-- Edited by Ariadne on Saturday 1st of May 2010 06:24:04 PM

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BlackMagicSonata: ||Feathers of ivory white... The wolf had once smelled that clean smell, only, clean wasn't a word that could be used, copper marred their beauty for what it was. Upon the note of such graceful beauty, unbashed by the clashing of clunabashed* aw and teeth, the swans were beautiful, until a violent leader took all they were away, and still, he forgave her for it all. Silent. He remembered what she had done to the Swans back in 'Nawlins. How could he forget such a grizzly disaster? Till this day, the news of multiple deaths touched his ears like a harrowing reminder of what it felt like to lose someone so close to you. He remembered so much of those days that it paralyzed his muscles completely. Memo ries of her words of Vaughn, of Myc, of so many deaths... So much bloodshed... Brought him to the thought of his father, his mother... What happened to them. Abandonment on his blood father's half, and the loss of his mother to cancer. Drip drop, circular crimson tears one by one held his body pale. Swans... They brought back so many things that he didn't want to think about. First and foremost... What Silent had done to him was there, grinning as vile as the gray clouds that viciously bore down on his lonesome days back in 'Nawlins. Breathe... BREATHE! Tightness rushed angrily throughout his lungs, a battle march tying down his will... God, he thought about the day when she left him alone. Once more over, he needed the love of someone close, a pack member, the need was so bad that he nearly bowled over a few people to see Solana. Had he been in a better state of mind, confidence, even an elevated sense of person would be the undoing of any bad feelings, had he any. Instead, his mind was sent into utter shock, shock from seeing or rather, seeing things he had heard about and smelled from his past, a past best left in it's grave.||-d-
LunaExecration: Solana was in awe. For lack of better term. Eyes would not tear from the elegance displayed by nothing more of silk/ The skill involved surely impressed anyone. It was worth a million thoughts on hpw one could even...the training involved that on one false move and it was all over. Every aspects was watched but something was pulling at her so the woman crawling back up Solana did not see. Something deep called allowing her to immediately ver right and see Sirus coming to her. Not caring who saw, who was watching she reacted on instinct Instinct that her old Ulfirc told her to do. She did not hold back she reacted smply. The look pulled to her that she immediately walked strides quickened, people weaved through till she got to him and outreached arms took him in stantly went to his hair to a slight push to bring his face in that nook of her neck. Drawing the line of her form right against his own. Caring little how it looked, or what someone thought...she would be a fool to deny any attraction lied between the two but she was concerned, that was not thought of. what was, was Sirus and what brought this on he was the first she felt this deep inner pull. Eyes closed the moment, instant they connected for the mystical power that burned was something she never felt before. "Mon cherie. quel est erroné ?" fingers deepened their movement into his hair. 'What is wrong?" both in french and english was soft whispered to his ear. -d
China Doll Frown: ::To know he was even there was to send shivers down her spine. The mere knowledge that her King was not a myth, no longer a legend, or whispers of a bed time tale, was more than any mane could comprehend. No creature understood theimportance of this. How could they? Most of those creatures would eat their own kind if they felt threatened. The mark on her hip ached, burned and sent more of those pulses along the structure of her spine. Hands gripped the fabric, quickly, having forgotten the dangers of this act. Her King had stolen all thoughts of safety of the survival with his look, with the pure knowledge she was so free to touch him, to share moments in his presence. Head bowed, body started a slow spin, to wrap herself in the fabric. It gave Setsuna time to think, to regain the lost momentum. Normally so calm, now with him here, she could not concentrate. She would not dare ask him to leave, either.Body was completely hidden from sight. The costume slipped free, down the spiral of the satin that encased her now naked form. The stretchy material would land upon the table of her King, a sign for him that she was ready. This was an act only done when her King wanted. He had the power to make it happen to transform her flesh to feathers, to create wings from arms, and to give her the true power and grace of flight.:: (done)
SwanKingX: +The smoke was a delicate thing as it filtered through that golden slim cigarette, something obviously not bought in a corner gas station. To his recollection he had never actually even been inside a gas station in his life. That was but one small part of the Rockwallian American puzzle that he would never know, nor take part in. So many little things that made up the average persons life that he was above and lived without. It was coming, the time for his 
part in this great spectacle that Marcus had so carefully planned. The cigarette was carefully tapped out in an ashtray, fingers dancers of their own that moved with slender grace even through such a vile act. Then silk fluttered down before him, her costume doffed and laid bare beside him, and then the lights were on him, soft blue lights cast down on him from above that made the audience at Bliss turn his way. This was one thing that Cirque de Soleil did not have, but the cities Master was a man od discerning tastes, and he had planned this act to the last bit of spectacle. Standing in a smooth movment he let his unbuttoned silk shirt flutter back down muscled arm, leaving it behind as he moved to stand beneath his mane. After several years with the London ballet and that natural effluence of his kind he moved like something designed to be adored, a walk that made Baryshnikov look like a stumbling fool. And when at last he was beneath her that power would drip through him like water collecting in a basin, and as it filled him the music swelled, an electric operetta that screamed to the crowd, and then his arms were raised and power was released, it thundered through the room more powerful than anything an Alpha could imagine for this was the power of a true and perfect King. It soared like doves wings and embraced his mane, taking her rapturously in its grasps and as it did so his back split in two place, moonlight kissed skin opening and from his back burst perfect black wings like those of an angel. Fully formed they seemed to leap from his back and he rose from the ground like Gabrielle himself, Gods right hand brought to life for this foolish audience to enjoy. Pearls before swine no doubt. At five feet above the ground he floated, hovering there suspended and waiting for her to fly into his arms as practiced + fin


-- Edited by Ariadne on Saturday 1st of May 2010 06:24:27 PM

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BlackMagicSonata: ||Life so furiously changed through the veil of forgotten things rose from the ashes to haunt him, changing what was once a demure man into a monster, whose will in life was to constantly consume the flame of others... And never quite feel that spark of happiness. In the right spectrum, he'd felt happy with Olivia, but he hurt her deeply. Then... He started in on Lyric. He broke her heart the day he said he didn't want to be with her anymore. And now... He didn't bother to look both ways before crossing with Leni. Sirus thought himself like his father; the womanizing whore monger. Caught in another pair of soft velvet strips, warmth pocketed his skin like two embracing gloves-- The mind went into utter shock at the sight of a man transforming into a swan full fledged to the point where he scarcely registered Sol's neck occupying the nook of Sirus' neck. Day after day alone, they came for him, the pup left alone to
BlackMagicSonata: *transforming into a quasi swan
 be beaten savagely by vile characters. She left without goodbye... Just like daddy. What was it? Did fate see fit to bring what he wanted to leave behind to vitality? Arms sharply danced around her shoulders securely, not once hinting at an idea of letting the French woman go at all. In the parts of a shell shocked psyche, he'd been brought to his knees at least two times over. Voices screamed away his mental health it seemed, and out of nowhere, the tears streamed lushously from his face. Clueless, only for a second, he didn't have an rebuttle out of confusion for the foreign question asked of him by Sol, but once that was cleared up, through the sobs reigning down atop her head, a clarifying breath slammed out the words he needed to get off of his chest.|| "She... She... She killed them all. The swans... Every last one of them... And when I think of them... I think back to when... She left me alone in 'Nawlins. I don't understand Sol... I don't understand!" ||Be the words out of his mouth emotive sounding, but they were bits and pieces of his history that composed at least small fragments of his habits that had cost him his image inside the pack's social graces. Granted he had himself to blame for those messes, there were things that aided in the way, and throughout them all, almost no one knew about his blood father, hardly anyone ever would. So far only a person in the populous of the planet knew of his blood father, and that was Ash himself. The Angel... The reminder. He needed to have the knowledge that Silent had forgiven him before he could go about forgiving her. That man hadn't designed anything against Sirus, or harmed him in any way, and yet... He was frightened to death of the creature.|| -d-
LunaExecration: Power. One thing that Solana had difficuty in displaying but she wasn't. This was a packmember, friend and one she slowly was caring a great deal for..hurting. Even in sleeved arms casted around Sirus prickled to form bumps like a electrical charge to the throw of power so thickly consuming the widespan of the Club. In this moment all focus was on the one that was spilling tears. Movin her head ever so slightly to see the pain, the memory washing over thathandsome facade. Yes is was unfair and unjustified on her murderous act but she would be the only one to deem why. Solana was no one to judge, the warmth of her offered and clanketed Sirus. Carefully touching the wetness to his cheek, letting him get it out. Lips, soft in crimson coloring placed themselves right under his eye in a kiss of reassurance that she was here. Solely for him. and there were words she didn't acount for..... she left me alone. There in his recount and openess gave him his own forgiveness. For him to remember that feeling of being alone his goal and desire to change, he knew what it felt like. For he left them alone...Ash, Lyric, Harry, Kyle, Dylan all of them. "I cannot explain her actions only she can, mon cherie. Only she." another kiss and Solana drew her lilithe form closer letting her warmth becoming a healing factor that only works between lycans. She would love nothing more then explain why, but she couldn't and the mere fact she left him alone. Bothered her how can she not forgive him. make him feel so shitty when Silent in turn did the exact ting to him. Unfair. -d
China Doll Frown: ::Magic, power, light and energy all traveled up her spine. The mark over her hip, burned with it. A beacon to his gift. Back bowed, with the intensity that it traveled through her skin, to pull what lay hidden beneath the surface. All one could make out from the satin curtain was movements. He waited for her. Eyes closed with the thought. A comforting knowledge that her King was waiting for her. A race to free the grace within, Setsuna let out a sigh.
 The only sound released before his gift finally took full control. The curtain parted and from within the dark depths of cloth was feathers of ivory. Wings expanded, gathering the air of the three story building. One flap, then another to lift that sleek form above the crowd. Ooing and ahs followed her form. Higher she rose, higher to reach the ceiling, then down, wings against her body, before the swan was doing a dive to the crowd. Much like the performance on the tapestry, she would pause, not close to her King but over the crowd, just to circle them fast, speed in flight, quick around the crowd, the music a fluttering sound to make the hearts race, to bring more speed into the flight. The lights would follow that feathered beauty. It was a dance in a body of a swan. Ten feet above her King she hovered, to slowly descend into his awaiting arms. Her wings flapping, mimicking that of a woman coming into the arms of her lover. Finally feathers would be held, and she rested within his embrace.:: (D)
SwanKingX: +Those wings stretched from his pale human back like sentinels, thick black feathers soft and downy to the touch and they stretched on and on. Framed and made dazzling by those blue/black lights that shone on him where he hovered. The wingspan was just over ten feet stretched out to either side, and he hovered like the angel that he was, body perfectly sculpted alabaster that showed no marks or scars except for the brand upon his chest. The birthmark of a king. A bright red crown that lined his flesh and stood out all the more for being the only thing different in all that perfection. Arms held wide as the aria continued, the divas voice rocking the electric chello and as the music crescendoed he heard something interfering with the Masters show, talking from just beside him. Head didn't turn but those eyes like sky blue chrystals glanced sidelong a moment, long enough to pick out the wolves in the crowd. Wolves, that familiar smell of land creatures filled his senses, but more than that were the words spoken.....of killing swans.....death. There it was. That mainline drug. And then his mane came to his arms, her form fully a swan due to his magic, but like the tide pulling back he drew that power back into himself, pulling it away from her. Those white feathers on her body would ruffle and then seem to disappear as his arms now wrapped around the thin perfect body of a maiden. Those wings on his back collapsed slowly to his sides as he drifted down to the ground, feet touching down softly and then he slowly loosened her body to the ground as well. Arm reached behind him to retreive her costume, keeping her naked form hidden by the circle of those wings. The lights were no longer on them so she could slip into the fabric quickly and then his wings would flutter back, collapsing back into his body with a wash of decadent power, leaving them both standing there, perfectly human as a spotlight hit them. Head was held high, regal bearing showing as he took a small bow. From the ballet to the great Opera Houses he was used to taking bows. That was one part of life that was no mystery to him. As the audiences applause crescendoed he motioned Setsuna to follow him back to the table and then the music started again and the crowdflooded the dancefloor, eager to do their own versions of the dark dance.+ fin


-- Edited by Ariadne on Saturday 1st of May 2010 06:24:47 PM

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