Reckless Starlight (OPEN)

[>Flighty<]

[smear:85466F]SORA ROSE[/smear:8CA255:1] "I'm sorry to disappoint you, ....but the angels; ...they're all dead." A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips; back arching beneath him; there bodies pressing closer together. He moaned; his hands tightening around her wrists for a moment before he collapsed against her. He chuckled then and Sora purred at the feeling of his body vibrating against hers. Her eyes slipped closed and she smiled; savoring the delicious aura in the room. Her skin was glistening; in part from sweat; in part from having the incubus inside of her satisfied. The glow; subtle as it was, was just enough to mark her as something beyond human. Her lover shifted his weight from her then; his hands releasing her wrists; one hand gliding up her arm and across her chest as he moved. He pressed his lips to her temple and Sora smiled shyly up at the tender display of affection. She'd known him for months now; he was always gentle with her; always tender and sweet, but they both knew this was all they could ever have. Sora had no more desire for him than she did any other client, and he was smart enough to understand that. Still; he treated her as a lover, not as a simple pleasure. Sora had almost stopped seeing him because of his attitude during their trysts. She enjoyed her time with him, but he was still only a source of sustenance; a means to survival. She needed men like him to survive, but she knew she could survive without him and simply find another if need be. It was difficult sometimes to remember that; easy to forget when she was reveling in the aftermath of their trysts; feeling utterly satisfied while he traced patterns on her flesh with his fingers and lips. She'd chosen all of her clients and she never kept those around that weren't gentle, but she couldn't deny that he was different from the others. Where the rest of them would have succumbed to their exhaustion and satisfaction and fallen asleep; he continued to kiss and caress her, simply for the pleasure of more time beside her. This was dangerous; they both knew it. She shouldn't have allowed it, but it was easy to succumb to the allure of affection. It was admittedly better; more satisfying to feed off someone she liked. She didn't have to feed as often when she spent time with him. That allowed him more time to recover from the feeding which allowed her to choose to spend time with him more often. Eventually it would kill him no matter who lost control of their emotions first. She found herself holding her breath at the very thought. She closed her eyes and her heart began to race suddenly; her body tensed and then began to shake. She sat up; pulling away from his touches. She reached for the silk robe on the floor as she stood up and threw it around her shoulders. "Sora?" he asked her name softly; his voice full of concern. [smear:8CA255]"Rest as long as you need, Caleb."[/smear:85466F:1] she said with a smile over her shoulder and walked away; into the soft darkness of the room. She slipped out the door quickly; nodding to the guards in the hall. She hurried to increase the distance between them and blurred through the halls of her home. After mere moments she found herself on the other side of the house where only she and a few staff were allowed access. She stood out on the balcony; the cool night air brushing gently over her warm flesh. The moon was a mere sliver of light, but the stars above were glistening brightly; casting their silver light down upon her. Her pale blue eyes shimmered with annoyance. She'd let him too close; she'd dropped her guard. It was more dangerous each time she let it happen. She couldn't fall in love; the passion of such a union was uncontrollable; she could kill him, and she couldn't let him love her either, because he could become addicted. It had to end now. Humans were too easy; no matter how much he knew that he couldn't love her; couldn't have her, he was going to fall in love with her. She took a deep breath and nodded. [smear:8CA255]"Alright then."[/smear:85466F:1] she sighed as she turned around and slipped back into the house. She picked up the phone on the table just inside the door and dialed the only number she ever called. There was an answer before the first ring was through. [smear:8CA255]"Nickie, it's Sora."[/smear:85466F:1] she replied. [smear:8CA255]"I'd like Caleb to be removed from my client list. He may enjoy Kindra more. I'll need another to take his place of course. Tomorrow evening if there are new clients available."[/smear:85466F:1] she paused as the person on the other line spoke. [smear:8CA255]"No, no, Caleb is a respectful client, Nickie. You know how I am; easily bored is all."[/smear:85466F:1] she answered the women's questions. This wasn't the first time this had happened, nor would it be the last, but Sora never told Nickie or her employer the truth. They wouldn't understand a succubus falling in love so easily; it wasn't exactly normal, nor a desirable trait for someone in her line of work. They often forgot, however, that Sora was part human. [smear:8CA255]"Thank you, Nickie."[/smear:85466F:1] Sora said softly before hanging up the phone. Sora was feeling more herself already and she stretched before letting the robe slide away from her body. She didn't bother to close the door to the balcony and headed straight for her bed.

[[C]ontortionist]

DOZIER NANOOK

Despite his ancestry, Dozier tended to act more human in nature rather than an actual god; having been brought into existence with only the all mother's emotions, his soul is nothing but feelings. But ever since her disappearance, hes lost parts of himself, and has forgotten just why he protected those that couldn't protect themselves. Granted, he still gets into squabbles, but they were just that, pointless brawls that really benefit no one. Everyone is a little wicked, and Dozier no longer knows just who he's fighting for. In many ways he's lost, and that only personifies how he presents himself. With no family or friends having been discovered, the urge to settle was small, if not nonexistent most days.

Instead of sticking to the cities, Dozier had been glued to forests, sprawling mountainsides, grassy plains, and vast deserts. Just recently he'd returned from an icy tundra, where he'd been allowed to run with a pack of dire wolves, and even befriended one of the younger males. Dozier traveled with them for weeks, hunting and braving the cold, but really he just enjoyed the simplicity of being an animal. Despite if he wanted to admit it to himself or not though, the lack intelligent connections was getting to him. Dozier missed the touch and smile of a woman, the sound of people laughing and talking, the taste of seasoned cooked meat, and the softness and comfort of a warm bed. Most of all though, and mind you he'd cut out his own tongue before admitting it, he missed bubble baths; cozy and calming, he craved to stretch out in a massive tub and soak. Maybe even with a glass of blueberry wine and chocolate. He grunted with the realization of his desire, and quickly shifted his thoughts to his sister, Nala. She'd been the one to show him just how enjoyable the simple moments could be, if he chose to pause his temper for just a moment, they'd reveal themselves. Then she would bop him on the forehead with her paw, and tell him "Buck up buttercup."

When Dozier left the pack, two of their members left with him. They'd gotten close quickly, and had become a rather effective pack themselves. Granted, the werebear lord could easily take care of himself, it was nice to be able to drop his guard every once in a while. Laluth was the scout of the group, a female with a caramel hued coat that was peppered throughout with strands of white fur, and bright blue eyes that hid her true ferocity. Tharrow was their provider, a male with dark onyx fur, he looked like a walking shadow; but his bright red eyes turned him into a nightmare. Dozier had such admiration and respect for them, and those feelings only grew when they chose to leave along with him.

Although they were reluctant each time they changed dimensions, eventually the dires became used to the environmental shift, and even began to look forward to it. This place seemed to be a mechanical mecca, but it was still easy to sense the magical beings he stumbled upon, and even various magical establishments hidden in plain sight. The only thing he had trouble with was his human form, it felt slightly confining, uncomfortable like an itchy shirt. Dozier tried to talk as little as possible, and instead listened to everyone, watched them all cruse by him as they went on with their lives. After a time he'd had his fill, and began to collect various things that caught his eyes. A disposable camera, one very large camping backpack filled with beef jerky, a bottle of bubble bath soap, two bottles of black market Tartucan, and two massive bones for Laluth and Tharrow.

A strange relief washed over Dozier when he left the sprawling city and reached the forest, his jogging pace slowing as the dires jumped from the topography. Despite their differing genders, both were massive in size, and dwarfed Dozier's human form when they pounced on him in greeting. His stern look broke for just a second, allowing a wide smile to lighten his brutish features. When they succeeded in knocking him to the ground, laughter began spilling from his usually pursed lips, his green eyes lightening visibly with the genuine enjoyment.

For a moment the group stayed in that spot, munching on the spoils Dozier had gotten, and enjoying the sunset. Once the light was replaced by the shadows of the evening, they began to move on deeper into the cedar forest. Instead of returning to his bear form, he remained in his stout human body, figuring he could use the practice. His face scowled as he studied his hands, tracing his gaze up his own arms and then down his abdomen.

"Do you think this body is good?" His expression was serious as he turned to look back at Tharrow, who only whined and tilted his head. They'd been walking for a few hours, and now the moon was directly overhead, shining down brightly despite the multitudes of thick trees around them. He wasn't as uncomfortable as he'd been early, but the clothes were still just as frustrating. The jeans, despite being rather baggy, felt too tight, and the white cotton t-shirt collar was rubbing uncomfortably on his neck. His right hand reached up, tugging at it until he heard some fibers rip.

Unfamiliar scents drifted to his senses, just as Laluth came bounding towards them, barking and yipping her arrival. Tharrow suddenly sprinted forwards, meeting his mate half way and nuzzling her enthusiastically by rubbing his face against her side and neck. She remained focused on Dozier though, growling and barking with a closed mouth, her soft fur rising along her back. Strangers, her eyes said, her body turning to point in the direction she'd just come. It was likely a house, or perhaps a cabin, but the werebear was curious none the less. Immediately he began to sprint; the dires were barely able to keep up as they ran along side, their eyes and ears looking forwards, wondering what their alpha was up to. Their pace slowed slightly when the trees lessened to reveal a large lake with a house at the other end. As they jogged alongside the lake, any gazes that looked their way were willed not to see them. Dozier hoped that the dwellers out here would be different from those in the city, kinder to nature since they'd surrounded themselves in the wilderness.

When the trio reached the edge of the lake, they slowed to a walk and finally paused when they were only yards away from the house. Although his power still concealed all of them, he felt on edge when he noticed the bodies roaming below. But as his essence palpated each of them, it grew into curiosity; the men moved silently in the shadows, dressed in all black suits, and communicating with one another by some radio frequency. 'Guards? For who?' His focus shifted when his eyes grasped onto the retreating figure of a woman on a balcony, they had to be protecting her. He stopped in his tracks then, adjusting the backpack, and grasping her faint scent from the air. She wasn't human, but a hybrid of sorts, definitely an entity that fed off of others; he knew this only because of those he'd met in the past.

Dozier could have followed the others that had used the front door, but instincts told him that wouldn't take him to where he needed to be. Completely distracted by the woman, Dozier's fixation was broken when he saw Tharrow catapult himself up onto the balcony, and Laluth's agile body immediately follow him. In truth he was astounded. They were large powerful animals, but he didn't think that they could jump up so easily onto the second story, on the balcony at that. Perhaps he didn't know everything about his new friends.

Dozier summoned his power, and within a blink he was standing on the balcony, his light eyes glancing across the expanse of space for the dires. In his sudden shift of attention, he'd dropped the veil he'd placed over himself and his friends, leaving himself to be found out. But he wasn't worried about the men below in the least, as most of the power here radiated outwards from the woman's room. Tharrow and Laluth were laying on a cushy rug at the end of a bed, rolling onto their backs and groaning as if they'd missed being indoors. That's when he saw her, draped across her bed and looking just as smooth as the sheets she basked upon. As if she'd commanded, they simultaneously stilled themselves, and stared at Dozier expectantly. Instinctively he dropped his gaze and cleared his throat, grasping his hands behind his back.

"I swear on my existence they jumped up here themselves, I don't know what has gotten into them." Dozier pulled at his annoying shirt collar, shifting uncomfortably as he tried to decide on what the hell to do. He called them, but they both snorted and rolled over, ignoring his requests. The werebear was speechless, but none the less he dared another peek at the beautiful woman, catching her gaze.

>Flighty<

created by Lilith of Adoxography

[>Flighty<]

[smear:85466F]SORA ROSE[/smear:8CA255:1] "I'm sorry to disappoint you, ....but the angels; ...they're all dead." Sora crawled onto her bed; yawning as she did so and laid herself down at an angle so that she was taking up the entire bed. Her pale, naked form shimmered in the starlight that streamed in through the wide open doors. The effect was beautiful, especially nestled among the deep blue, silk sheets and contrasted by the jet black vines of roses and thorns that were tattooed on her skin. After a moment she coiled up slightly as she rolled onto her side and tucked one of the pillows beneath her head. She closed her eyes, but as always it was difficult for her to surrender to the helplessness of sleep. He was always there waiting for her in the shadows of her dreams, he didn’t always come for her, he didn’t always press his blade to her throat, but she always felt him there; waiting in the dark. The darkness around her now was not frightening. Not because she knew guards prowled the halls and the grounds all around her beautiful home, but because this wasn’t really darkness to her. Her inhuman blood gave her a pronounced edge over humans, Hunters or otherwise. This darkness she could see through, these shadows hid nothing. In her dreams she was powerless against the darkness. She sighed then and began to force her muscles to relax one by one, starting at her toes and working her way up toward her face. The moment she began the exercise she began to feel more at ease. She rarely dreamed of anything unpleasant on nights that she had fed anyhow, she reminded herself. After several more deep breaths she could feel sleep settling over her. The chirping of the crickets outside blurred into a singular hum; like a lullaby, the guard’s footsteps became the rhythm and the wind sang a melody through the vast forest that surrounded her home. She could hear the footfalls of large paws skirting along the lake and she smiled in sleepy delirium to think of what beautiful wild creatures might be out in the night. Her home had been constructed nearly two years ago now, but the menagerie of supernatural and human guards that constantly circled the area and made random scouting trips out into the surroundings had kept much wildlife from moving into the area. Sleep nearly had her when suddenly there was the soft thud of eight huge paws right on the balcony. Her silvery eyes flew open wide and a vibrant blue glow filled them as every single defensive ability she could think of came slinging through her mind in a frenzy. She didn’t move, but she was prepared to. For the first time in three years she knew without a doubt that she could defend herself when the time came. Part of her wanted to cry with sheer relief, but the rest of her was all taught, defensive fear, but controlled fear. Her eyes were instantly focused in the darkness that was nothing to her eyes. Two massive wolves moved quickly from the balcony; one a luscious, tawny brown speckled with pale grey, maybe white with eyes that shone brightly blue in the dim light and the other was a shade as black as the shadows in her nightmares and whose eyes seemed stained with blood. The moment she saw them, her fear evaporated, even as they moved closer; toward the foot of her bed. They were animals, intelligent, regal and pure, but still animals. She wasn’t prey; that’s not how they looked at her at all. She watched them in awe and she knew that they were well aware of her as they moved. The two massive figures ducked out of view at the foot of her bed suddenly and she heard their bodies hit the floor; their breath huffing out. She could hear them shifting and moving and curiosity got the better of her. She rolled up onto her hands and knees in a fluid motion and crawled toward the foot of the bed. She peaked over the deep burgundy stained foot board and couldn’t help but to smile at the sight before her. The two massive beasts were rolling about on their backs and groaning as if they had missed being indoors. The smell of the wild was thick on them; the delicious pine scent of the trees and earthy musk smelled exactly like the forest after a rain. There was another scent as well though, the smell of a third life; it too was saturated by the scent of wild things, but there was something golden, almost shimmering in the scent. There was only one thing that smelled like that; the gods and goddesses. A chill raced down her spine and she turned to look at the still open doors. Just as she focused on the spot there was a man standing their; materialized out of thin air. It was not a shocking sight for her at all really, not much surprised her anymore when it came to the abilities of others or even herself. Yet the moment her glowing blue eyes focused upon him, her form shifted slightly. Silvery bat-like wings erupted from her shoulder blades and stretched up and out and her silvery, serpentine tail appeared; the tip shone brightly in the pale light; illuminating the deadly sharpness of it’s serrated, spiked tip. Her heart flew into overdrive. The fear was back. The massive wolves stilled suddenly; and their steady breathing and relaxed heart rate did something to steady her own heart. She turned slowly, her movements smooth as silk as she moved until she was on her knees on the bed and facing the man, that was no man at all, directly. “I swear on my existence they jumped up here themselves, I don't know what has gotten into them.” he assured her as he looked away from her and clasped his hands behind his back; almost looking embarrassed. How ungodly, she thought to herself as a slow smirk spread across her features just as he looked back up at her. Her smile was inviting, almost daring. Nudity meant little to her; she was a succubus after all. His uncertainty, despite the godly taste of his aura, instantly made her like him. She too was a creature full of contradictions. [smear:85466F]"Predators attract."[/smear:8CA255:1] She said simply in her husky voice. She smiled and her silvery skin paled further still in the moonlight as she let her power cascade through every fiber of her being. Fangs appeared behind her smile and all the while her natural succubus allure became intensified. She meant no harm at all, it was simply impossible for her to resist the taste of the half-god that stood in her presence. She could have fed on a hundred men that night and still; the bone deep; searing hunger for this stranger would have remained. Sometimes the succubus in her refused all rational thought and wanted nothing more than to be fed again and again. Sora had always found that she preferred mortals and weaker supernatural men because of this. She was still in control of course, but she wanted desperately to lose control.

[[C]ontortionist]

DOZIER NANOOK

Being part beast made it easy for Dozier sense the animalistic ferocity in her stare. The sheer beauty of her was astounding, rooting him in place. His peeking gaze had been captivated by her eyes, but his attention was quickly redirected; this was no mere mortal. Smooth wings framed her sides, lustrously pearly as they stretched out, flexing their power effortlessly. All the while, a deadly tail swathed in the same gleaming hue, pointed directly at his person. She'd felt threatened at first, for obvious reasons, but the fear had quickly dissipated. Shifting bodice revealed her sculpted sinew, she'd moved to her knees now, and oh how it roused something deep inside the were-god.

The warmth in her gaze was like stepping into that comforting bath he desired so damned much; and for just a moment he gave in to his desires, and turned his head to look at her directly. All she wore was a smile, but the expression looked almost pleased as he clearly admired her bare physic, trailing up and down while taking in her alluring scent. "Predators attract." He would have sworn he could feel her words cascading across his flesh, smooth as silk but thick like honey. Those eyes though; there was a bite to them, and as Dozier became tongue tied, he watched her already pale skin become even lighter. Raw power radiated as her essence became stronger. He could feel it wrapping around him, caressing his skin, tempting him to take that step. Suddenly fangs appeared behind the full curve of her upper lip, gleaming their presence and rousing a growl from Dozier's throat. It hummed in his chest, but his lips remained closed. He ached to take that step forward, but her energy was dipping inside him now, taking over his thoughts, and in a way making him feel slightly intoxicated. With the realization of losing control to it, he became suddenly guarded.

The werebear wasn't akin to being swayed, and although he had no intentions of harming her, he quickly charged forward, sending the dires skittering back in surprise. It became louder as his lips pulled back, revealing sharp enamels he'd summoned moments before, but he stopped himself inches from the goddess. She hadn't budge and inch, and was seemingly unconcerned by his sudden rush. Perhaps it was obvious he meant no harm, it was physically obvious in other places...

Dozier's growl became much softer, but he still bared his teeth. Their faces were almost level, but in a blink he was on his knees, gazing at the onyx ink that stained her pale skin. He was looking her over like a book, so close and consumed by her, but making sure to never touch. As his eyes trailed back up, his body followed, lifting effortlessly as his muscles flexed with the movement. If she'd reached out to touch him, he'd moved away from her, his gaze telling her to be still. Finally he made it back to her eyes, diving into their depths with the utmost admiration. An oasis of silver and blue, swimming together like threads caught in the torrent of water. She was beyond the word beautiful.

Feeling her influence invading him again, Dozier leaned in near her throat. Hot breath filled with desire washed across her pale skin, he growled softly again, clicking his jaws together suddenly. "Succubus-", raspy vocals vibrated his chest as his growl dissipated behind them, "- witch, vampyre." The hard edge in his gaze softened slightly as he smirked, "Definitely a predator..." As if suddenly he hadn't realized he was so close, he quickly backed away by taking three strides without turning away from her. An expression that had been just as warm as her's, instantly lightened his usually hard features. There was a cushy love seat, the same burgundy color as her bed frame, and slowly Dozier sank into it. To say the least it felt heavenly, his hands caressed the fabric, his back sinking into the material comfortably. At the sight of Dozier calming down and sitting, the dires returned to the rug, Laluth grunting irritably as if she was frustrated with the werebear.

"I'm Dozier." The introduction was spoken softly, his blue-green eyes gleaming with want. In truth, he'd no idea why he backed away from her. The animal magnetism flowing between them was undeniable. But the weregod wasn't about to rush things with this captivating goddess.


>Flighty<

created by Lilith of Adoxography

[>Flighty<]

[smear:85466F]SORA ROSE[/smear:d6b8ba:1] "I'm sorry to disappoint you, ....but the angels; ...they're all dead." Control was what she had lived her life with. She controlled her powers carefully. She controlled her every move, her every thought carefully; making sure she was exactly what her prey wanted. Controlled her emotions almost cruelly; denying herself so much. She’d imprisoned so much of herself for so long that she was’t even sure she had the key anymore. The wild thing inside of her wanted out though, it wanted to embrace every part of her and let herself loose on the god before her. She saw it when he felt that wild, raw power twine all around him, caressing his skin with pure lust. His eyes, god they were deliciously distracting, they were warm with desire; like the color of the forest that surrounded her home. Her lust and the way it reflected onto those around her was’t a conscious thing, not really, it was just a side effect of her desperation to be free of herself, a natural part of her very anatomy. Typically it was subtle, a gentle allure, but she’d felt very few pulls on her like this. Her heart raced almost desperately; her chest rising and falling with remarkably slow, deep breaths despite the frantic rate of her heart. Her luminous skin practically sparkled as power continued dancing through her veins; seducing her closer and closer toward the door of her self-made prison. Suddenly his eyes changed; brightened as if the sun had suddenly struck the green. In an instant he was moving; charging toward her and she shivered in anticipation. She wanted to feel his powerful hands wrap around her; feel his muscular physique conquer her. Her breathing sped; her naked chest heaving with desire when he stopped; a few millimeters separated them and she nearly whimpered with desire. The growl that reverberated in his chest, made goosebumps rise across her flesh. Her deadly tail flicked this way and that, like a feline’s and the succubus inside her skin suddenly had her hands on the key to her long time prison. Her chest heaved as her breathing sped and the stunning god stared at her; his lips peeled back from deadly teeth, the growl softening in his throat. Her lips parted and she gasped when suddenly he lowered himself. She waited desperately for his touch, but instead his eyes traced every contour of her body. She wanted so desperately to reach out for him, but the succubus wasn’t completely free just yet; instead she was held captive by his eyes now; her fingers trembling around the key to her prison. Her hands trembled when he started to rise, but she saw the look in his eyes and she obeyed without hesitation. She could feel his desire brushing against her skin; teasing the succubus, but it wasn’t just the succubus that was roused. The depth of his admiration, his appreciation for what she was made her entire being want him. Suddenly the prison door was unlocked; it swung free and as it did the walls fell away. Her blonde hair turned utterly white and her silver eyes flared with sparkling blue power. Her hands lifted, but she didn’t dare touch him yet. Instead her fingers slid up her own neck and tangled into her hair; lifting the soft curls from around her shoulders as her eyes slipped closed and her head tipped back slightly. She felt him move closer still; the heat of him so intense that it was almost like he was touching her. His breath suddenly tickled across her throat and again a wave of gooseflesh cascaded over her pale skin. The growl in his throat, stirred a soft gasp from her as again she was certain he would take hold of her. “Succubus…” his hoarse, deep voice made her shiver. “-witch, vampire.” It excited her further still that he knew exactly what she was, that he could see her that completely and still admire her. Human blood ran through her veins just as surely as the rest, yet before her stood a god so filled with desire that she could feel it like fire against her skin. She looked back down at him then, letting her hair fall back down as her hands slid down her neck. “Definitely a predator…” Suddenly he stepped back from her. Her hands continued down her own body; slowly over her breasts and down her stomach to her hips; wishing he was touching her instead. When he suddenly sunk down onto the burgundy love seat she shivered again; her full lips turning down in a slight pout. The look lasted only a moment as she watched the look of utter relaxation come over his features. He looked like a man that hadn’t felt such a simple comfort in a very long time. Her mind wandered deliciously, wondering how long it had been since he’d felt other comforting things. “I’m Dozier” he said softly then, though his captivating eyes flashed with lust. She wondered if he was being polite, finding it necessary to make introductions before indulging in all the comforts she had to offer. The succubus in her found it deliciously frustrating while the human found it utterly endearing; the lines were becoming blurred though. She moved then, all of her thoughts in complete unison, thanks to Dozier. She slid one leg forward and stepped down from her bed; her eyes never leaving his. She moved slowly toward him; desire and sexuality sliding across every inch of her body from her swaying hips to her eager lips. She smiled as she neared him; not slowing for even a moment. She put one knee on the sofa beside him and in the next step her frame was straddling him. She leaned forward slowly, her arms reaching out to the back of the love seat. She didn’t touch him, she was careful. She looked down at him with heat in her glowing eyes and a smile on her full lips. [smear:85466F]“Kiss me..."[/smear:d6b8ba:1] she said softly, her voice nearly begging. [smear:85466F]"-and I’ll give you my name.”[/smear:d6b8ba:1] She offered; her husky voice absolutely delicious as she whispered to him. The warmth of his body beneath her nearly drove her mad, but as she embraced herself more and more, she found that she liked the madness of desire.

[[C]ontortionist]

DOZIER NANOOK

As the seconds passed his eyes devoured the very sight of her, fluidly traipsing towards him and glowing like a star. Her aura was flickering silver, resembling the motion of hot flames, radiating around her visibly. Dozier was on the verge of giving in to his animalistic desires, his thoughts begging her to slow, as he hadn’t seen such a beautiful being in so long. Her smile had him grinning instantly, he couldn’t help it, she was bringing back to life a part of his soul he hadn’t shared in a while. Perhaps that’s why he was so hesitant, his thoughts only wondered for a second before they were consumed once more. The feeling of her thighs against his made him grunt softly with satisfaction, the sound was instinctual, and as she leaned forward his head slowly tilted back to rest on the cushion of the loveseat. Her hands rested on either side of him, and so far she’d been so careful not to touch him. In a strange way it pleased him, and in turn he wanted to please her. The ends of her hair tickled his flesh as she hovered her face close to his, tones of want curling from her lips.

“Kiss me...", albeit the words were flitting whispers, there was no hiding the essence of urgent desire, the need to touch. "-and I’ll give you my name.” It consumed Dozier fully, and immediately he crashed his lips against her’s once they’d silenced. His calloused hands rested themselves on her thighs, thumbs swirling gently, lips parting her own as he tilted his head and slipped his tongue into her mouth. Out of nowhere, a bolt of energy coursed through every part of him, forcing him to pull his lips back as his head slammed into the cushion. Fingers went rigid as the energy rang it’s presence through him like the loudest symphony rained down from the heavens, it wasn’t painful, but powerful. Suddenly his flesh glowed like the rippling reflection of sunlight on water, vibrant gold and yellow melting into the silvery hues of the beautiful woman atop him still.

It was her, his creator, her presence had pooled together, allowing him to activate a piece of himself that had been hibernating for such a long time. With this, he was able to detect his brothers and sisters, and literally each werebear hybrid from the family tree they’d created over time. The massive weight of loneliness was lifted with the realization, knowing now he was far from alone, the opposite in fact. Dozier was searching for words, but only laughter came out, his chest heaving with the sounds as. Such relief and happiness was coursing through him that his glowing eyes began to tear up slightly, but still he laughed, his gaze happily swimming in the woman’s. He thought he’d seen her before, but now he could see each piece of her being, even down to her soul; the magnificence of her was humbling.

”I am whole again.” Even his tones sounded different now, although they were still a rumbling baritone, the edge in them had been smoothed over. The animal inside was still well and alive, and his powers fully restored, but it had been the comfort of feeling his creator’s presence that resurrected it all. A tear rolled down his cheek, but he sat up slowly to kiss her again, his hands rising to grasp either side of her face for just a moment. During the embrace he cast their bodies into a dimension he was familiar with, whispering telepathically to the dires that they both would return. The shift was done effortlessly, likely within the span of a blink. He could sense the human blood in her now, and so he intended it to be almost unnoticeable, that is if her eyes had been closed.

She still straddled him, but now he was resting against a smoothed boulder, one he’d rested against so many times before. He'd taken them to his home garden, where Dozier had been created. The moon here was full, shining down onto them brightly due to a clear and cloudless night sky. Multitudes of colors danced in the sparkling exspanse, gases colliding and exploding, sending an array of hues in each direction like constant fireworks. But down on the warm ground they were safe, practically cradled by the grass, and shielded by an ancient forest of trees that surrounded them completely. Both rested near the center of the lush feild peppered with exotic flowers in every color.

Dozier was still kissing the woman gently, but he pulled away from her so she could fully bare witness to a place not many had been allowed to see. A strong breeze whirled around them suddenly, accompanying the magical feeling that electrified the air. The garden was sighing with relief, happy to have their protector home. Slowly he dropped his hands to her thighs again, his eyes trained on her reaction.

”Tell me your name.”

Around them the grass was rapidly growing, weaving itself together to form a woven nest, providing cushion, and reaching high enough to give them privacy. The smell of fresh grass and sweet Sora invaded Dozier, making him growl with want. Her bare bodice was too tempting to deny anymore. Fingers laced through her ivory hair, pulling her head back to reveal her neck, he jolted forward to bite her exposed flesh; gifting her with his blessing of power. Like a river it flowed from his mouth, crashing against her skin until it slipped through the bite marks. Now she was just as strong as him, physically, able to withstand anything he threw her way, granted it would only ever be in the sensual sense of course. With a soft kiss, the flesh was healed, but his tongue licked at a trickle of blood, unable to leave it trailing against her silver skin.

"You have a good soul Sora, and because of this, I have gifted you with the power of my own strength." Glowing eyes beamed up at her, feeling the strength in her essence pulsating, their essences crashing against one another like the cosmic collisions overhead. "Always use it wisely."



>Flighty<

created by Lilith of Adoxography

[>Flighty<]

[smear:85466F]SORA ROSE[/smear:d6b8ba:1] "I'm sorry to disappoint you, ....but the angels; ...they're all dead." Her shimmering silver-blue eyes caught the subtleties within his own gorgeous eyes and her smile was as soft as it was filled with lust. Before her was a man that seemed to be waking up, rediscovering parts of himself just as she herself was. The perfect chemistry between them, the way his body seemed to ache for her touch while he was pleased that she refrained from touching him, was undeniably the most delicious thing she’d ever felt from another, yet their skin had yet to meet. She hungered for the feeling of his flesh, she knew that she had certainly never tasted anything at all like it and her mouth, her soul, her entire body was eager for it. Suddenly his lips met hers and she moaned softly in delicious relief. His rough hands gripped her thighs; his thumbs tracing delicate patterns over her skin. Her hands slid down to his face as he urged her lips to part. As his tongue slid into her eager mouth her eyes slipped closed and her hips pressed against him; every part of her begging for more; enticing him to do as he wanted with her. Before anything more could happen though she felt something even more powerful awaken within him. She could feel the glowing edges of it brush against her skin and then suddenly his flesh was aglow with that power, a fiery, warm gold that looked beautiful beneath the silvery shimmer of her hand. She smiled down at him as she watched his expression warm; the cool, distant loneliness that she had sensed wrapped all around him, weighing him down, was suddenly gone. Sora was good at making men forget their troubles, but she was not arrogant enough to think that she had done this. Something else was happening to the beautiful god before her. He smiled and then it turned to laughter and Sora couldn’t help but to smile down at him. He seemed so utterly happy and it made her feel warmer inside to be in it’s presence. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been that happy. She watched as tears welled in his eyes, though he smiled still and Sora leaned down and gently kissed first one eye and then another; kissing away those delicious, happy tears. When she looked back down at him he was looking at her as if for the first time and her heart trembled in it’s beating. She could feel him in every part of her being; looking into her existence entirely and seeing everything there was to see. She’d thought he saw her before, but now she was truly naked before him. It didn’t make her feel uncomfortable, not at all, instead it made her desperate to have him completely, to get the chance to taste his soul the way he now looked at hers. “I am whole again.” he said then, his voice smoother, but still filled with a wild and dangerous beauty that made her shiver. She wanted to know what he meant, what had happened to him in that moment, but she was a succubus after all, and far more distracted by his body at the moment. She vowed that she would get the answers later. She smiled softly at him as a tear rolled down his cheek as he leaned toward her. She wiped the tear away tenderly as she leaned into him and once more their lips met. His hands slid up to her face and her eyes slipped closed as she leaned into his kiss. Slowly she felt his golden, wild power dance across her lips and then onto her tongue before it sank beneath her flesh and coiled down into her soul. He tasted amazing and she wanted more. Her body pressed against his and her tongue danced with his; every muscle begging for more, enticing him to explore more of her. He pulled away from her, though she tried to continue the kiss anyway. She sighed with a smile on her face and her eyes opened just as she felt a warm breeze rush across her skin; ruffling the feathers on her wings and tossing her white hair back and forth. Her eyes widened and she sat up to look around. The place was beautiful, swathed in moonlight and all the colors limned in silver. They were in a meadow of lush grass and stunning flowers and Dozier had a boulder at his back. Beyond the meadow was the most vibrant forest she’d ever seen and beyond the ancient looking trees and up in the sky it looked like they were surround by a nebula; brilliant colors and clouds of light. She’d never seen anything so beautiful, though she had heard of creature’s that could summon places like this. This place was his, like a home for his very soul. She could only feel him here with her and she was certain that she was being allowed to see something that not many others had. Dozier’s hands slid back down to her thighs then and she shivered as she looked down at him. He was staring at her, as if taking in every nuance of her reaction. She smiled down at him and traced her fingertips across his cheek and over his lips. “Tell me your name.” he said then and she grinned as she leaned closer to him. She saw the grasses growing taller all around them then and she smiled at the intimate feeling of being utterly alone with him. [smear:85466F]“My name is Sora.”[/smear:d6b8ba:1] she answered; her smooth, smokey voice filled with naked desire. She grinned at the growl that reverberated in his throat; so filled with the same desire. She held very still as he reached toward her and then tangled his fingers into her hair. He pulled her head back and her heart raced in anticipation. Her hips pressed against him again and then suddenly his teeth were at her neck. She moaned when she felt his teeth pierce her skin; something the vampire in her enjoyed very much. It wasn’t only his teeth that sank into her though. His golden power poured into her and her heart beat erratically at the feel of it coursing down into her blood; spreading into her tissues and then racing through her soul. Her fingers pressed into the back of his neck and she gasped. He kissed her then and she felt her tissues stitching back together. She moaned when his tongue drug across her skin. “You have a good soul Sora, and because of this, I have gifted you with the power of my own strength.” he said as she looked down at his bright, beautiful eyes. She could feel him inside of her, and all around her. “Always use it wisely.” he added and she laughed softly at that as a tear slid from her eyes. She leaned closer to him and pressed her forehead against his as her hands tightened around the back of his neck. She had never had a man give her something of himself before. They always just paid for time with her, and no matter how sweet or gentle they were, she was just a commodity to them. Even when they offered her more it was with the understanding that she belonged to them, she was to be at their beck and call, not free. The succubus in her didn’t mind that at all because she did get to feed from them still, but she was more than that. Dozier seemed to see that more than anyone she had ever met. Everything he had done so far appealed to her completely, not just part of her. She’d never met anyone who made her want anything different from her life until now. Sora pressed her lips to his once more and then her hands slid down his body; her fingers savoring the sculpted, perfection of his body. She found the hem of his shirt and smiled against his lips; her tongue slid into his mouth at the same time her fingers slid beneath his shirt. Slowly she traced the lines of muscles before her hands slid around him and she pulled their bodies closer together; her hips grinding against him once more.

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Dozier firmly believed this was fate, even if it turned into a fleeting moment; he was meant to find her home by the lake, to ascend to her room and steal her away. The All Mother’s presence returned that piece of himself he’d lost, allowing him to be close to her like this, and as he his gaze swam in Sora’s teary eyes, he vowed he’d never lose it again. If ever he felt like it was leaving, he’d imagine this moment, how her smiling face was glowing even brighter than the moonlight, and it would all come flooding right back, as if summoned by her beauty alone.

Sora’s laughter sounded like music, it even attracted the land and forest. Dozier could feel it’s energy palpating them both curiously. As she leaned forward and clasped her hand around his neck, he in turn locked his strong arms behind her lower back, rubbing his thumbs up and down along her spine. The tear she shed fell against his face, drawing a soft smile onto his lips. Joyful tears were such a wondrous thing to him, very rare, and very inspiring.

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The moment was intimate, fueled by magical forces, and woven together by their turbulent attraction for one another. They’d stayed in that one spot and worshipped one another for three days, granted, Dozier paid no attention to how much time had passed. When she grew hungry, he eagerly allowed her to feed upon him. His powerful werebeast blood could easily satiate her vampire side, and the blades of grass around them satisfied the human hunger. They were still just as sweet as Dozier remembered, but Sora was all he’d needed.

Still locked in an embrace, the werebeast was on his back with Sora laying comfortably atop him, her head resting on his chest as he breathed softly. Birds chirped all around them as the morning light peaked through the grass, the sun had just started to rise, and so it still wasn’t very bright yet. With a heavy exhale, Dozier summoned the grass to part, making it look as if the two had emerged out of a massive blooming flowering. A warm breeze swirled about their naked bodies as if the forest was greeting them, causing Sora’s white hair to shift against his still glowing golden skin, tickling him slightly. He laughed softly and wriggled underneath her before he couldn't take it anymore and sat up. The movement was done effortlessly, his core flexing as he lifted the gorgeous woman along with him.

They were right back where they started, she was straddling him, and they both were looking into one another eyes and enjoying the silence. Dozier tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, smiling and leaning forward to softly kiss her full lips, dragging his fingertips down her thighs until he reached her knees. Never in his immeasurable life had he experienced such a sensual moment, not only was there an unrelenting current between them, they’d both relinquished themselves to one another, and it was beyond words.

”The most beautiful things in life are always so hard to explain.” He’d paused his kiss, but opened his eyes and kept his lips close to hers, silver and blue danced in her irises, and for a moment it felt as if he was peering at another world. Her soul beamed in his gaze, rousing an almost boyish smile on his lips. Another soft kiss was placed before he gripped her hips gently, and guided her body off of his. The golden sunrise only added to the natural glistening hue of his skin as he stood. ”But I’ll do my best.” Dozier knew Sora would have so many questions; where he’d taken her, just exactly who he was, and likely how he’d become suddenly whole again. The knowledge could be passed with a touch, she was strong enough to experience all of his memories at once, but often times it changed the curious ones whether they noticed or not. His influence was overpowering, and he had no such desires to change the wonderous woman. ”But first- you need water. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” Yes, he could have just transported his body there and back, but he wanted to run so badly. ”Enjoy the view.” Feeling playful, and in the best mood he’d experienced in the longest time, he winked and turned on his heel. Jogging towards the North, he was unconcerned by his naked body, enjoying the way the wind felt on his skin. The werebeast didn’t have to run far though, there was a freshwater spring only a few yards past the treeline, Sora could likely still see him partly. A black leather woven water bag caught his eye. It was hanging from a large tree nearest the spring, partially concealed by a few leaves. Slightly concerned, Dozier grasped it with a reaching hand, leaning closer to the tree to smell the scents that covered the rough bark. ’Nala…’ Her scent was pungent, very fresh. The malleable leather bag was still full, as if she’d just filled it moments ago. He certainly didn’t feel her though… ”Nala?” Telepathically he reached out, his voice echoing in the aether as he turned back to run towards Sora once more, but there was no answer from Nala. Only a sliver of her presence could be detected...Was she trying to hide from him? The hearth was warm under his bare feet, his pace was more of a jog on the way back, his eyes combing the forest for his sister. But, when they landed where Sora should have been, all that was there was their pallet of soft grass. Brows furrowed, he wasn’t worried, she could take care of herself, but where the hell had she gone?

The water was slung over his shoulder by the strap, and he slowed to a walk when a great onyx silhouette appeared from across the field. The warmth of the sun was colliding with the last remnants of the chilly night air, casting a mild fog all across the grassy expanse. It was Nala, Dozier could feel it.
>Flighty< ooC// Don't reply yet, gotta post Nala

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[smear:c0a100]"Take a journey to the bright midnight."[/smear:534500]

Nala looked upon her creator from across the field and hardly recognized him. Perhaps there was a time when he’d once glowed like he was now, but the demi-goddess couldn’t remember it. He stood out like a beacon, and as he walked forward the grasses leaned towards him; the spirit of the garden was overjoyed to feel him again. She didn’t know how to feel though, or at least she couldn’t settle on one emotion. The only company she’d had were the woodland animals, all intruding humans she met were slain on the spot. So much blood.

Instinctively her jaws opened to roar, the sound pitching slightly as the anguish crept in. Onyx fur shifted as she began to walk past the tree line and into the field towards Dozier. The werelord was tapping at her conscious, trying to speak with her, but Nala forcefully blocked his words as she tried to figure out what she was feeling. It was her life’s purpose to aid him, but he’d known what she would have to do to cover for his absence. He had to know she would eventually feel this way. Constantly killing soured the kinder parts of her soul, and she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to get them back. Another growl erupted from her powerful jaws, her neck extending as the sound drew itself out and finished with the snap of her teeth. She was angry, hurt, but most of all tired. Once lustrous fur was now flat, her body looked underweight, and her eyes were a feral flat black. She was nothing more than a bitter animal now.

Nala’s bear form dwarfed Dozier’s human body when they finally made it to one another at the center of the field. There was a strong scent of a woman, not completely human, but that part of the scent is what stood out to her the most. It also covered Dozier, and was likely why he was present in this form. The black bear huffed, pulling in the air and trying to seek her out, but the werelord commanded her presence finally. Reluctantly she turned her massive skull to face him, her coal eyes starting to tear up. Another roar parted her teeth, but this time it was much softer, and resembled more of a cry. When Dozier reached for her with his arms, Nala stepped into the embraced, and rested her massive head over his right shoulder. His thick hands caressed her fur, plucking out leaves and various grasses and twigs that had gotten caught. All the frustration and anger died out with his words.

”I will help you my sister.”

There was an exchange of thoughts, brief and powerful like a strike of lighting, transferred telepathically. Nala replied immediately, ’I’m ready, free me.’ With her permission Dozier flexed his grasp effortlessly, successfully snapping her neck, and ripping the black bear’s head from her shoulders. The head immediately turned to ash, while the body hit the ground first, and then turned to dark sand like granules. Strong winds rose in the atmosphere, taking away all of the particles until there was nothing left of the demi-goddess.

This was not the end of Nala, but rather a new beginning. In the same clearing appeared a massive obsidian boulder, resting alongside the flattened stone her creator had come from. In her own time, she’d break free from the stone and arise stronger, renewed, and ready to live again.


>Flighty<

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Dozier sighed heavily, but his expression was nothing but peaceful; despite having just ripped a head from a bear. He turned around, knowing that the large black boulder would be there when he did, and indeed it was. Nala’s thoughts reached out like a faraway voice, thanking him, and then turning away as she enjoyed her slumber. When she broke free of the boulder she would be a full goddess, and perhaps be even stronger than he. It was a secret gift he’d instilled deep inside her when she was created, knowing the woman would face many hardships. Of all of his creations, she was the only one to possess this precious ability.

”Sora?! Dozier’s energy palpated the area around himself, wondering where she’d disappeared to earlier. Likely just wandering, but a part of him was worried that she’d just witness what had happened and fled. She knew nothing about him, or this place. Worry stitched his features as he focused his senses on finding her, the silvery woman wasn’t far though, and it was easy for him to dissolve his presence only a few feet away from her. The water bag was still over his shoulder, and he took it off and offered it to her once she saw him.

”Thirsty?” He couldn’t help but admire her naked bodice, his worry melting away as he was humbled by her presence yet again. She was such a magnificent being. >Flighty<

[>Flighty<]

[smear:85466F]SORA ROSE[/smear:d6b8ba:1] "I'm sorry to disappoint you, ....but the angels; ...they're all dead." Never in her life had she had a man look at her the way Dozier looked at her; like she was perfect in every way, as if she had been made for him. It wasn’t possessive or lecherous, he didn’t make her feel cheap or dirty or like something he wanted to own. Instead with every touch, every caress, every time their eyes met she simply felt understood and needed. She was certain no one had ever needed her before, but there was a hunger in him as deep as her own and she meant to satisfy that hunger. There was a warm, pleased smile upon her lips as his body responded to her eagerly and with every movement he made she became more certain that she’d been made for him and he for her. Their meeting was not simple chance, but rather providence. The stars themselves had aligned to make them come together. As Sora spent days in that place with Dozier he made her feel more complete, more fulfilled that she had ever felt before. She was able to completely and utterly let herself be free, she didn’t have to hold back a single part of herself with him. She would never be able to go back to her life from before him. She didn’t want to return, and she didn’t care that with each day that passed and she remained in his arms her employer would be more and more put out by her absence. None of that mattered to her anymore. Dozier had released every chain she’d ever had on her. She was a succubus, but that didn’t mean that all she could be was a sex toy to be purchased again and again. She was a vampire, but she didn’t have to live her life around her need to feed. She was human too, but that didn’t mean she had to be meek and breakable. As the time passed in that magical place with Dozier she rested when she needed to, but mostly Dozier fed her every hunger. His power and her own mingled together and for the first time in her life her spirit felt whole and fulfilled. When she opened her eyes and looked down into his brilliant green depths once more she began to wonder about him though. Who was he, what exactly was he that made him taste so amazing in every way, that made her want more and yet she knew she would never get enough? What had caused him to change in those first few moments after they’d met? What was it that had caused his dire wolves to waltz into her room as if they belonged there? At the thought of the wolves she had a moment of panic. When they guards discovered that she was missing they might stumble upon them. She calmed herself quickly though, and assured herself that they would have been fine. They were animals but their eyes had brimmed with intelligence, they’d have left well before the guards could discover them. She took a deep breath then, her entire body felt completely and utterly relaxed as she sat on his lap, her hands resting against his chest, feeling his heart beating powerfully beneath her fingers as she stared into his eyes. He was beautiful, and the more time that she spent with him, the more desirable he became, and not just physically. She smiled when he brushed a strand of her silvery hair behind her ear and her eyes slipped closed as she savored the simple, but powerful intimacy of his touch. And then his lips were against hers and the moment became even more magical. Every time his lips touched hers it was like magic and she felt herself become more deeply entangled in him. “The most beautiful things in life are always so hard to explain.” he said then, as if he’d read her mind, but being a vampire she knew she would have noticed something like that. Sometimes being this deeply intimate with another being allowed them to share things without words. It didn’t surprise her that he understood that she was beyond curious. It pleased her on some deep, profound level of her soul that she had never before been aware of that he could understand her and know her without words. She found herself smiling back at his boyish smirk and then he kissed her tenderly. She moved from him when his powerful hands started to move her and she wondered what he was going to do. “But I’ll do my best.” he said then as he started to rise. “But first - you need water. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” he said then. “Enjoy the view.” he said as he turned and she grinned fiercely. Did he mean his gorgeous ass or the golden sunrise, she wondered playfully. She watched him go until she could no longer see him beyond the tall grass. She sat with her legs bent in front of her and rested her chin on her knees. Her wings wrapped around her and she smiled at the way the wind ruffled through her silvery feathers. Absently she began to trace the twisting patterns of roses and thorns across her legs as her mind wandered. Her abilities should have alerted her to the presence of another, but she was far too wrapped up in her own thoughts and memories of the last few days. She had never felt so much for a man before, never let herself get this deeply involved. She’d felt affection for her clients before, she’d cared for them in her own way, but never anything like this. She was not ready to say that she loved Dozier, but she doubted herself on that regard. Would she even know what love was? Was she capable of recognizing it? Was what she felt now just some insatiable, greedy part of her succubus side wanting to sustain itself upon the sexual intimacy of a god? She had never been with a man by sheer chance like this before, perhaps that was the only difference. Maybe this was just some sort of rebellion. As the thoughts ran through her mind she began to realize just how young and innocent she truly was still, for all of her experience. She could not deny, even to herself that being with Dozier had been different, no one had ever seen so much of her. She’d never truly given herself so completely to a man. She shivered and stood up suddenly. She couldn’t sit still with this many thoughts running rampant through her mind. She moved off in the opposite direction that he had gone, not that she truly wanted to be away from him, she was just trying to think. She did not regret having been with him, and she didn’t regret having stayed with him. Everything was different now though. She couldn’t go back to the life she’d been leading, she just couldn’t. She realized now that she should have left it a long time ago. When the Hunter came for her, she’d been given a warning, a second chance, a wake-up call and she’d ignored it. She had turned away from everything in her mother’s memories and given up on her human side entirely. Tears began to slide down her cheeks and she stopped just at the edge of the forest. She leaned her shoulder against the nearest tree and didn’t even try to stem her tears. Suddenly she felt Dozier there beside her, and still she didn’t try to stop her tears, she didn’t feel the need to hide anything from him. “Thirsty?” he asked and she felt his relief at having found her. She smiled through her tears as she looked up at him. She moved into his arms without hesitation and wrapped her arms around his waist and her wings and tail faded and her silver hand turned back to blonde as she pressed her cheek against his chest. She caught the scent of someone else upon him, but it was animalistic and she dismissed it quickly. She pulled herself tighter against him and trembled. [smear:85466F]“For the first time in my life, I feel completely like myself….”[/smear:d6b8ba:1] she said through her tears. [smear:85466F]“And I have no idea how to be me.”[/smear:d6b8ba:1]

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Dozier’s attention centered on Sora, his warm smile melting into a hard line when he witnessed the tears rolling down her still glowing skin. She’d smiled when he offered her water, but it felt misplaced to him. He didn’t sense fear, but his brows still furrowed with concern upon the sudden discovery; he stole a quick glance around them to be sure, his eyes glaring and challenging the would be villain. There was no one but Nala nearby. Were the tears something he’d inflicted? Dozier wondered silently, dropping the water jug to the ground when she suddenly moved towards him. Instinctually his arms opened as Sora curled herself into his embrace, the lengths of his strong arms wrapping around her gently, but still holding firmly in a protective manner. Thoughts whirled madly, but his concern for her kept him silent. This was a moment in which he only need listen.
By the time Dozier lowered his head to rest his chin atop her dome, the silvery hue of her locks bled out, her wings and tail had vanished, and the visible glowing aura faded. The grip she had around his waist was tight, and it only strengthened when she began to tremble slightly. “For the first time in my life, I feel completely like myself….” At first his concern only grew, but when he heard her lyrics, he felt an understanding strumming in his heart. “And I have no idea how to be me.” His thumbs gently caressed her skin, and he lifted his head from her’s to place a kiss. The hard lines across his forehead softened, and for a long while Dozier held her tight until she stopped trembling, allowing her a moment to calm down. He wasn’t smiling, but that peace he’d felt early returned.
When she sighed he released one of his arms, but still held her tightly with the other, refusing to let go. Reaching for her chin he tilted her head up until their eyes connected, he thumbed away the remaining tears and placed a soft kiss on her full lips.

“I know you feel lost in this, but you’re not alone.” Dozier spoke at a whisper, but his low vocals still rumbled in his chest. He kissed her and wrapped both arms back around her again, his lips pressing against her’s passionately, hands almost writhing while he gripped her body, as if he could pull her into himself. She truly did feel different, but the duality of that feeling was faced with a strong notion that he’d met her energy before, perhaps even loved it. Granted there was no memory, he remembered every second of his creation, but he couldn’t deny that feeling. Having her here in his arms now only personified it all. Dozier smiled softly, taking his lips from her’s, he sighed and gathered his thoughts. ”I too feel like myself suddenly…” Lyrics were spoken softly, but he paused for a moment as if he was searching for the next words, thinking of Tesla’s smiling face from memories long ago. ”I wasn’t myself for a very long time, my creator has been lost, and in turn my own energy deteriorated over time… “ The weight of his depression and anger had taken a catastrophic toll on his energy. ”But somehow its been restored, and I feel whole again.” The gold luminescence of his skin beamed even brighter, casting a radiant glow even though it was still light out. It had never occurred to him to go in search of Tesla, but even now he felt less inclined to make any form of pursuit. Maybe she didn’t wish to be found. ”I can’t tell you where to go from here Sora, but I will say never accept anything that makes you feel less than, just embrace it all as it comes to you.” His gaze had been soft, but it became serious when he spoke his last few words, wanting her to know how important it was to never deny her true self. A dimpled smile framed his expression, his molten eyes gazing admiringly into her own. He couldn’t help but kiss her again, the pressure gentle and sensual this time. Reluctantly he let go, but the sun was starting to set again, and he assumed Sora would need to eventually return home.

”I hope the dires didn’t eat anyone…. I will admit I’d completely forgotten about them until now.” Dozier laughed, not truly concerned, but not wanting to cause trouble for Sora. ”Do you want me to take you home?” He asked, a piece of him hoping she’d say no.
>Flighty<

[>Flighty<]

[smear:85466F]SORA ROSE[/smear:d6b8ba:1] "I'm sorry to disappoint you, ....but the angels; ...they're all dead." She felt foolish for breaking down, but it didn’t last long. At first she thought he was quiet because he didn’t know how to handle her frantic emotions. Yet he held her so tightly that she didn’t need her abilities to feel that he cared for her, that he worried for her. She smiled and the tears stopped when she felt him press his lips to the top of her head. He was exactly the man that she had needed all of her life; strong, gentle, giving, protective, understanding and caring. It didn’t take her long at all to calm down with his arms wrapped around her. She sighed at herself and took a deep breath. She was exactly the wrong combination of creatures. She didn’t understand why she had ever thought she could be steady, it just wasn’t in her nature. She’d put up a good facade for far longer than she should have ever been able to. She’d denied herself in a dangerous way, suppressed more of herself than she cared to admit. She was honestly surprised that she hadn’t lost her mind entirely. She hadn’t been happy in so very long. Dozier’s arm uncoiled from around her then and his hand slid to her chin. He lifted her face up and though her tears had ceased her eyes remained dark with uncertainty. She felt safe, though, with his beautiful eyes peering down into her and his arm still coiled around her. He wiped her tears away and she couldn’t help but to smile softly. When he kissed her tenderly she was once more amazed at the intensity of the emotion in the touch that she sensed more with her human side than anything else. “I know you feel lost in this, but you’re not alone.” he said softly and Sora knew that he meant it. She didn’t doubt for a moment that she meant something to him as well. What they had shared was more than physical and it went so much deeper than words could ever explain. His arms both wrapped around her again and he kissed her again and it sent shivers down her spine. His touch was so intense that she lost her breath and just melted into his kiss. Her hands slid up from where they were pressed against his chest and held his face as her heart raced. He was so delicious, so powerful that his kiss alone could have sustained her succubus nature. The sensuality of his lips was beyond description. It took her a moment to catch her breath after he broke the kiss. Her hands slid down to his shoulders as she looked at him; seeing that he had something else to say. As he spoke she watched his skin begin to glow and his eyes intensified further still. Her hands gripped his shoulders at his words and she shivered as her own memories stirred in response. She thought of her mother, as she tried so hard not to. She had searched for so long in vain, and though she had outwardly given up the search, she would never really stop wondering what had happened to Catherine. “I can’t tell you where to go from here Sora, but I will say; never accept anything that makes you feel less than, just embrace it all as it comes to you.” his gentle eyes became serious and she took a deep breath. She nodded after a moment, assuring him that she would never deny herself again, she couldn’t, not after he’d shown her the strength of being true to herself. He kissed her again after a moment and this time he was gentle, but that didn’t lessen the intensity of his kiss at all. She could feel his touch seeping past her skin in more ways than one. He had long since coaxed down all her barriers and every time he touched her physically it went beyond that, but she couldn’t help but let the sensual, delicious touch feed her further still, though she was no where near hungry. “I hope the tires didn’t eat anyone…” he said then and Sora laughed with him. She was rather certain that none of her guards would have been foolish enough to challenge the creatures. Most of her guards were inhuman, but they were all creatures of nature and while not entirely good they would have known the dire wolves hadn’t harmed her. She sighed at his question and leaned her forehead against his chest and closed her eyes. She did need to go back, though she had no desire for this to end. She had to get her affairs in order. She didn’t really have any friends to miss her, but her employer would be concerned. Sora knew she could never go back to the life she’d been living, but she had to truly end it. [smear:85466F]“I have to let them know I’m still alive.”[/smear:d6b8ba:1] she responded reluctantly. [smear:85466F]“I have to settle things. I don’t want anyone worrying or wondering about me while I try to figure out where I go from here.”[/smear:d6b8ba:1] she tried to explain but the words didn’t seem right. [smear:85466F]“My employer is tenacious and protective. I have to end my relationship with her properly or she’ll never give up.”[/smear:d6b8ba:1] she sighed, giving up on making it make sense. [smear:85466F]“I can’t leave loose ends.”[/smear:d6b8ba:1] she added.

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Sora’s laughter was like a symphony to his ears, the feeling of her happiness warm and bright, but he could feel it become shadowed as other concerns invaded. Dozier had to stop himself, not wanting to read her out of respect, but he couldn’t deny his anticipation to her reply. Surely this couldn’t be the last time they’d spent together, he wondered as she sighed almost wistfully and rested her head against his broad chest. The only reason he was able to bare the thought was because he truly wanted happiness for her, never in any future path they took could he imagine himself making her stay with him. Even still, the small slice of greed he harbored reared its presence. No one would be able to protect her like he could, no god, no abominations, no creature in existence. He was sure of it. “I have to let them know I’m still alive.” When she paused, he placed another gentle kiss on top of her head reassuringly, listening as she spoke on. “I have to settle things. I don’t want anyone worrying or wondering about me while I try to figure out where I go from here.” He grunted in response, trying to convey that he understood, but there was still a small tone of frustration as she tried to explain herself. “My employer is tenacious and protective. I have to end my relationship with her properly or she’ll never give up. I can’t leave loose ends.” A sigh interrupted her last statement, but Dozier rubbed his thumbs against her bare skin, trying to ease the sudden rise of anxiety. But more over he was pleased with what she said, as it sounded like she was interested in pursuing more time with him.

He smiled then with the realization, but softened it when he sought her gaze. She felt his eyes looking for her’s and instinctively lifted her head to look at him. For a moment he fought his thoughts, trying to decide on if he should stay and shadow her, or leave her be to her business. Full lips pursed momentarily in the silence, and although he gazed down at her lovingly, there was an evident hesitation as he was trying to convince himself that she needed to go at it alone.
”I understand.” He’d leaned down, capturing her lips immediately after he spoke, expressing his passion as he sought her tongue, and wrapped her up in his arms once more. Effortlessly he placed them back at her rightful dimension, their placement directly in front of her luxurious bed. For a moment he was tempted, both of them still completely bare, but there were larger pressing matters.

He reluctantly pulled away from her, and glanced out at the balcony, noticing the dires lying happily in the light of the moon. Although they’d left in midnight’s dark embrace, he was sure much more time had passed here, than at his home garden.
”I have business of my own.” Dozier grinned playfully, still holding tight to Sora, and finding it extremely difficult to let her go. He placed a quick peck on either side of her cheeks, and then finally embraced her lips, pressing hard and growling softly. ”I will be back soon.” Rumbling vocals promised as he looked deeply into her captivating eyes. ”By midday I will be here, waiting to take you with me, and we came go anywhere your heart desires Sora.” Another soft kiss was placed just before he disappeared from the room completely, but his voice still echoed softly. ”-anywhere.”

>Flighty<