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Post by Illya Ivanov on Jan 31, 2007 22:28:48 GMT -5
(I have taken it upon myself to start the plot for the Demonic side. If the headmistress has a problem with this, I'm sorry! Go ahead and delete it if need be.)
Somewhere in there center of the Doomed Woods, a giant griffin flew out of the white and gray cloud and descended down into a clear space between the trees. It landed softly, talons on it's front legs digging into the dirt and leaving gashes int the earth and it's padded back paws barely left footprints. A boy, 17 years of age or so, made a clicking noise with his tongue and dismounted, petting the feathers that adorned his pet's head.
Illya. Though he had only been here a short time, he had probably made enemies on both sides already... Not like he cared, those people did not appetite him properly. the brown haired bow did not move from Kajar, his griffin for a few good minutes. Obviously waitng... for something or another. Suddenly, heat lightning flashed from the giant gray and white cloud outward, lighting up the midnight sky. At that moment, the Russian native turned his shocking blue eyes away from the heavens and moved gracefully towards the center of the clearing, calling;
" 'Vrother's and sister's... Zit ist our time..."
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Post by Maria Thastria on Feb 1, 2007 17:43:12 GMT -5
Do you exist Maria flew through the air, giant black wings made from dead leaves aiding her in her flight. She had heard the call of another Demon, and had decided to answer. Nobody told her what to do, but she had nothing better to do. A black panther loped beneath her, watching her.
Maria landed behind the boy, and her newly black eyes flashed. Walking forwards, her newly blackened clothes moved with her. No longer was she cheery and happy. The smiled that used to brighten Maria's face was no more. Her black tube top clung to her, and her black leather pants made no noise as Maria walked.
Soley The girl stood beside him now, and looked at him, then the griffen. Clover, her panther, growled at the griffen, swiping at it with his paws. She sneered, and then said, You've called for vat reason? Since her personality changed, she now had an accent, a European one.
Flicking her hands, the dead leaves fell away, revealing an open back. Upon it, was the tattoo symbol of the Wiccans. She stretched, and then sat down, Clover curling up beside her. Maria stroked his head, black eyes watching this new comer. To torture me? [/size][/color][/right]
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Post by Illya Ivanov on Feb 4, 2007 20:16:43 GMT -5
The Griffin let out a screechy cry and reared back on it's hind legs, but it didn't get any farther than that. The Russian boy snapped his fingers and glared at the animal. "Calm yourself." Illya said to his pet, and the words hit her like a ton of bricks, laced with his own special power of manipulating thoughts. Kajar sat down, though she watched the panther through beady golden eyes.
Illya smiled slightly, animals where so much easier 'encourage' (as he called it.) than most humans... though there where always exceptions to this. Turning his blue eyed gaze and attention to the girl sitting on the grass, looking down at her.
" You 'ame, very good." He muttered, smile turning into a smirk as he knelt down. " 'Var there any others?" The teen wondered out loud, he did not know, but if there were, they most likely would have heard him. Finally, he addressed Maria's question.
"I called... 'vecause it is time vhat zuh Sun sets... un time of the darkness to rule." He laughed softly. "Time vor the Demonic to 'ake control..."
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Post by Maria Thastria on Feb 5, 2007 15:14:47 GMT -5
When the ligths....
Maria smiled at the griffen rearing. Turning to Clover, she stuck out her hand, palm up. He immediatly sat down and ignored the bird totally. Instead, his eyes were on the stranger.
Yes, I do tame very well. Standing, she walked around the crouching figure, looking him over. Then, she moved on, walking out towards the beginning of the forest. The sun beat down on the lands, makeing everything....happy. Maria snarled, and then whiped around. Trees grew from the ground, and vines made a top above them, sheilding the light. Now that it was dark, she was much more able to think.
Go out....
Yes, I think that there are others, but they do not concern me. It is indeed time for the Demonic to rule. We are the superior, the greater of the three alliances. Clover stood up and walked over to her.
We should begin an attack in a few months time. We need to prepare. But first, maybe we could..... Stopping, she twirled, and leaves formed wings again. Gliding over to him, she put her hand to his face, and then caressed it.
Prehaps we should get to know each other better. That way, we would be able to tell if we would...be suited working together. Takeing off, she hovered about ten feet from him.
Then you'll uderstand.
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Post by Illya Ivanov on Feb 5, 2007 18:03:57 GMT -5
The boy smiled slowly and stood up, graceful as always. Illya showed no suprise when it became darker, the sky cut off by branches and vines. Oh no, he just studied her with those striking blue eyes of his. The tanned boy stepped foward, closing the gap between them slowly, running the hand with the fingerless glove through his hair.
"A few months? 've can be ready 'zooner than zat..." He mused, stopping in front of Maria and reguarding her through half closed eyes. Illya smiled again, speaking softly."Yes, lets 'zet to know 'vne another...
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Post by Kros on Feb 9, 2007 21:43:16 GMT -5
(Ish, I'm not a demonic yet, but I'll make a post anyways...)
"Aah... Dear Mariea... Yet to introduce me to your... New friend?"
A voice from behind a tree asked. A familiar, if darker voice. A figure stepped out of the shadows, and the newly Demonic Kros stepped out. He seemed to stand taller than he did before, as though a non-existent slouch had been removed from his body. He now wore Black Leather, skin-tight pants, along with an open Black Shirt. The one main thing that was different, however, was his face.
His face, or rather, all his skin, had changed. It's normally white parlor had become Grey, and cracked, as though some dark, twisted, inner self had decided to take form. He also had the yellow eyes, completing the whole corrupt ensemble.
A small smile peeked across his face as he stepped forward, an air of confidence about him.
"Hmm... Someone new I see... How long has she been here for Mariea?"
Another thing that was different. He accented Maria's name, adding an 'e' in there. In fact, he did have a slight dark accent in there as well, like a Romanian one.
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Post by Maria Thastria on Feb 10, 2007 11:22:56 GMT -5
Maria glanced at the man, as he stepped out from the tree. True, she was very surprised to see Kros here. She thought that he would go for the Alliance of the Pure. But she was indeed happy that he was Demonic. Her heart still longed for him. Maria glided over, her wings moveing quietly.
She settled herself on the ground, and stared at him with her black eyes. He was different, taller, and more dark looking. And his open shirt made it even better. She placed her cold hands on his abdomen, running them along it, and she tip toed up to whisper, You just cant resist the dark side, can you? Laughing, she turned to Illya.
This is my ex. His name is Kros, and he shapeshifts. Which, I never told you my power. Im an elemental. I control all forms of earth. Nobody has yet to beat Kros and I in the holoroom, or outside. Smirking, she turned back to Kros, and watched him.
He wasnt the only one who'd changed. Maria had also. Her thin body was the same, but now she chose to show it off. A black leather tube top clung to her, and the top of it was unbuttoned a little bit. And her black leather jeans showed off her lower figure. Pressing herself into him, she whisperd again,Or maybe you just cant stay away from me.
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Post by Kros on Feb 10, 2007 12:02:00 GMT -5
There was some sort of growing noise, and Kros' right hand was now a long, curved spike, all black and red mixed together to look very demonic and cruel.
"Aye, the Dark Side's call is very hard to resist Mariea."
He then heard the 'can't stay-away' comment and growled, but not pushing Maria away. Sure, he still did love Maria, but she herself had shown that he loved Kairi more. If that was to change, as in Kairi ever leaving him, she'd know just how to manipulate him back to her, especially with her new demonic side.
"For the record Mariea, NOBODY but me will touch Kairi if she changes to the pure alliance"
He glared at the newer person, knowing that Maria (should) accept what he wanted, but making sure he newcomer realized it was true. He still loved Kairi, no matter what she chose to become in the alliance. Their deal was still there: If Kairi just couldn't be with him and broke his heart, he'd go back to her. That was more likely to happen since he was part of the demon alliance, but meh, only time will tell.
"But I will say you do look veeery nice showing off your figure now Mariea... It does... Tempt me a little bit..."
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Post by Illya Ivanov on Feb 10, 2007 14:24:43 GMT -5
Illya didn't reply to either Kros or Maria, nor did the unspoken threat of the other man faze him. The tanned boy studied the shape shifter for a long moment before he smirked dangerously. No one told him what to do, not now, not ever. "vit iz a pleasure to meet you." He said, voice heavily accented as usual as he sized up Kros before speaking again.
"Izt is only fair then that I tell zu my name and of my powers." The Russian mused, one hand reaching out to stroke the feathered head of his griffin. " I am Illya... znd I zold the power tu manipulate." The brunette smiled in a predatory manner, quite aware that he was a force to be reckoned with just by himself.
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Post by Kros on Feb 10, 2007 14:27:48 GMT -5
Kros let out a "Hmph" ing sound, not that much impressed.
'Your thought powers will not stop my spikes from going through your heart. I am not impressed..."
He replied, spitting onto the ground, his arms/spike crossing infront of his chest. That small power wouldn't stop him if he was in a rage, and he would slaughter this man if he even touched Kairi. Yes, he was being protective, but he couldn't help it. He was in love.
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