August 18, 2002kyrsha'wai'gas [bianca-missy][north jersey]
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(missy)
Well wasnt this just fucking grand
days now no Malcolm, for someone who seemed to know her every move...
He sure had grown quiet.
Although her lack of cell phone was partof the reason as well
Damn you DeckerFuck it, fuck him and his fucking friend who thought he could preach the Garou bullshit, Damn all of them
Fuck em She leans up against the cold concrete...holding up the wall, smoke lit, as it passes her lips and she takes a long drow.
Smoke bellowing out and her eyes close
Fuck em
(ash)
boots tap a steady beat against the concrete
roaming
bored
searching
huntinghands slipped into the pockets of low-slung jeans, open shirt waltzing around his hips (pseudo cape for a pseudo hero) mismatched eyes searching ahead
and what is.... this
sneer (cruelly) curving the smooth lips(bianca)
::She'd told him where Missy hangs out, and naturally she is near... as she's been watching her. She went home when commanded, but couldn't handle staying there anymore... alone. denied. and determined to go out in at least a final flame of glory that will prove to Asher that she was meant to serve him. She is just past Missy, an (almost odd) conglomeration of shadows perched up above her under the ledge of the building.::(missy)
i tried so hard, and got so far, but it the end it doesnt really matter, i had to fall to lose it all, but in the end it doesnt really matterAnother drag...and the smoke comes out in streams, dissipating into the air..
fuck decker, fuck his friend.
and where the hell was Malcolm?Fuck it, she would rather deal with shit alone anyways, it was easier...
That dark hair framing her face, eerie blue eyes opening as she looks out of the mouth of the alley and to the street
(asher)
the even beat stops, paused, on a corner, just outside an alley
bearings...... one must always have their bearingsstolen car ditched, walking off the steam (broiling in his thoughts)
highlighted beneath the streetlamp (a ghost in the darkness, an angel in redemption's beam) he simply.... stands.....
(bianca)
::a skitter down the wall, clinging to shadows taken and wrapped so firmly about herself, a glance aroud and pause. her god, bathed in streetlamps halo, it brings a choked cry to her lips - bit back before it escapes, thankfully there is still about 45 minutes before the gag is bitten through. a soft sigh, then determinations glint deep in her gaze, and she skitters down the wall, till just above missy... her voice a soft croon::
Eat any delivery boys lately?
::but there is nothing. nothing to be seen where the voice comes from::
(missy)
eat any delivery boys lately
Her head snaps towards the sound of the voice
"What? She doesnt see anything
(great add insanity to the list)
She takes a step backwards and tries to make out where she is...
Bringing the smoke to her smouth for a final drag before sending it plummeting to the ground
(ash)
attention turns (that voice) to something in the alley (deep breath scentreading the wind)my my....
turning on the ball of one tank boot, the Galliard enters the mouth of (madness) the alley, steady pulse of boots echoing off concrete's walls
(bianca)
::She skitters over in a slightly different place on the wall, a glance finds Asher heard (..as he was meant to do. I have a present for you, Asher..) and soft laughter floads down...::
"Mmmmmm mmmm goooooood... just like cambells.. You should try it sometime..."
::again, only the ripple ofshadows..::
(missy)
clomp clomp clomp
Making out something (shadowlike)
Not far ahead. The sounds of the boots echoing against the concrete walls
and here comes another
Ahh to be a survivor, she was a survivor...more voices, that voice...
she snaps her head to follow the voice...Softly responding..
"not a big fan of soup"
(asher)
he pauses, shoulder collapsing to lean against a wall, listening (enjoying, mocking) the banter bewteen the woman and shadow"Malcom have you talking to shadows already?"
soothingly low (lascivious caress)
(bianca)
::how she longs for such tones to be used on her again (...go home, snakeeyes....) but she just slips back behind Missy settling just about shoulder height, her voice a soft silken promise::
"I can give you things he can't even dream of... I can show you worlds that he only hopes to be a part off... whatdoyasay Missy... wanna munch some pizzaboy with me?"
while she speaks, she moves, constantly, up and over, around, wall and shadow walking at its best...(To feel his touch, have his approval.. that..is rapture)::
(missy)
Eyes snap in the direction of the voice...she approaches slowly
No words...
welcome to my life of chaos, care to take a rideThat voice...now recognizable...(its all making sense now, the chaotic disorder)
She stops and pulls out a smoke..you cant hurt me if i cant see you..
(illogical logic)"I dont dream much" she answers while lighting a match
flash of ight (flame flickering)
and she sees.......
(bianca)
::laughter, and though the light is brought high she sees only the form of shadows that slide up away from the light (almost natural in its unnaturallness..) before she drops the shadows and waggles her fingers in obsene hello. She pushes from the wall and drops behind Misse, skinny arm snaking around her waist, lips pressed against the back of her neck as she croons..::
"the dreaming is half the fun."(missy)
Tensing only briefly then relaxing as she hears the voice near her ear..
snakelike arm slipping along her waist
(and somehow no fear)
A smirk crosses her lips as she drops the smoke prematurely and turns only slightly...
"i must say im intrigued" softly responding(bianca)
::She chuckles softly as Missy relaxes (does she notice the wriggling writhe where left breast should be(is)?) and fingers dance aruond Missy's waist, the heat of her skin much much warmer then normal... its almost as if it is rising, and if it does much more it will burn to touch.... though strength just holds Missy closer to skinny frame::
"do I... then you will thrill in what my Asher can do for you."
::and in amusement, fingers of her free hand slide up, between Missy's breasts to trace a circle at the hollow of her neck..::
"I can be whatever you wish me to be, whomever you wish me to be.... but Asher, he is a Angel, in word, in touch, in deed... he will teach you well... such a pretty present you will make"(missy)
Ok add confusion to the picture
She feels the heat radiating from her
Focusing in the dark alley...
Intensity mixed with fear (is that fear or excitement)
Softly whispering back mirroring the intensity
"Promises promises..." the words linger off her lips,
"I keep waiting for all the lights at the end of the tunnels, but each time it comes up an empty road"
(bianca)
::she nuzzles close in (misplaced) affection, before hands slide in ovbious grope, her voice changing as she enhances what she is to become what Missy wants, who missy dreams of.. her touch, her voice, even the heat is suddenly Missy's dream date, and she purrs softly..::
"that is the problem Missy, my missy... you keep looking for the light, when all your answers lay in the darkness... come with me, to Asher, and I will show you...."
(missy)
Entranced completely overwhelmed with some sort of
lust love intense want
Her lips moisten her lips slowly as she feels her hear racing
pumping and beating heavy can you feel it
perfection amazing she was perfect...
Softly whispering back to the woman...
"the darkness seems much more..alive"
Eyes widening with the word and the smile growing with each moment..
"Well i guess lead the way.." voice trailing off as she slowly inches closer, now whispering..
"Im always wiling to try new things"
(asher)
"New?"chuckled softly as he steps from the wall, out of the shadows, into their line of sight and travel - if Bianca's tones were sweet, his are divine
"It's always been there..... waiting..... calling. You want the tunnels, Missy? I'll show you....... none of this frolicking down the garden path. I've got a shortcut...... I'll let you see everything first hand rather than simply sit on the tourbus...."
(bianca)::she chuckle softly, openly caressing (molesting) the woman in her arms as she remains behind her, purring against her neck as she nudges her toward Asher::
"your god awaits, Missy... the Father calls, the Mother begs that you set her free from the chains that bind us all.. there is no fear that cannot be conquered, there is no trial that cannot be overcome with the strength that resides within. Malcolm could never ever show you what I can, what Asher will. I will place you lovingly in the arms of the Father, and his servent"
:: the softest croon yet washes over in tender command::
"Make me proud, Missy, I am counting on you...let Asher show you freedom."
(missy)
She turns her head to the other voiceAlice follow me down the hole, its a wonderful adventure Alice...(Through the looking glass..)
And the normal Missy / Gaby attitude of stubborness and wit wiped away with the sound of Bianca's voice
normally she would fight it, or at least questionnot this time..
she listens to the words, follow me...says the white rabbit"She looks at Bianca, longing, desiring
and nods..."And what about....(whats his name shit whats his name, the guy who cals me sugar...) Malcolm?"
(asher)
the chuckle (chortle) soft - he knows his pet's tricks, and his voice enriches them"What about him? You want to make .her. proud, don't you? And that's so much more important......"
again that (inviting) laughter, hand offered to Missy
"Take my hand.... come with me..."
drink me... .Alice....
(bianca)
::She (The dream) laughs softly and nuzzles close to Missy, a snuggle, before the takes Missy's hand and lifts it - but she doesn't make the move to place it in Ashers, the choice still remains with Missy... her voice a tender caress::
"Make me proud, Missy... I'll explain everything to Malcom... Take Asher's hand, and discover everything within you that I adore..."
(missy)
She nods...the smile seemingly growing larger with each breath...(and i am the cheshire cat)
What about him..(malcolm) .true true
She nods..
"Of course i do..." eyes moving to Bianca and locking there for the moment..
(Drink me Alice, come with me through the looking glass...)
She feels the words from Bianca encouraging her as driving her
losu longing desire
She smilesslowly reaching her hand out...
Come Alice follow me...
(asher)
that smile grows futher, fingers caressing across her flesh (the ribbons my talons would tear) and lightly grasping her hand, approval shining in mismatched (unnatural) eyes"It's not far now...."
bearings..... one must always have their bearings (the banes know the way), and it's a short walk to a warehouse - abandoned, chosen, near dismantled, but the structure holds, a door opened (through the looking glass - down the rabbit hole)
"You wish to see the Father, Missy?" arms slide around her shoulder (keeping her safe) curling her back to his chest, voice warmth across her ear, coy, inviting, daring as they walk deeper within - "Isn't this so much better than sitting and only talking about it? You're only a step away, now, Missy....... are you ready?"
(bianca)
::she smiles and purrs her approval as Missy takes Asher's hand, her own sliding over Missy as she is lead away, but she remains close, close enough to feel until the warehouse is entered, and Ashers arms take her place... she steps back, and maintains the illusion that entices Missy forward..::
(missy)
are you ready His voice mimicks his arms
creeping along her body..
fingers caressing her flesh...voice caressing her mind..(It's not far now...)
and she knew...she had been told (warned)Follow me down the rabbit hole
FEeling safety (ironic) with the 2...safety?
She walks with them, fluidlike movements taking over,
(autopilot)
(asher)
low words begin rumbling (a language unheard by gaian ears) vibrating against her skinthe floor electrifies, shadows rippling (do not forsake me your welcoming arms) as they begin to waltz (the spiral's heart...... the lifeblood's forbidden beat) pinching in the center as a spiral begins to form (the totem's hole plummeting abyssmal depths), rivers of darkness wind astray from the pivot point as they swirl, lightning flashing bale-fire currents along their length (can you feel its power calling) to cast eerie glow on the ceiling (and within the Galliard's uneven eyes)
the spiral pulses and writhes (eager welcome) as it waits - the ultimate hypnotist
Father.....
he leans foreward, just a touch, arms still tight around her (safety in the arms of madness) to make sure she won't fall
"Look at it..... Missy....... this is the Father.... look at what you've accomplished in five minutes with me, compared to how long with..... whatever his name was" purred in nuzzle against her neck "Isn't it grand?"
(bianca)
::softly crooned as she smiles = so proudly::
"beautiful... it is beautiful... and so are you, Missy... It's time to meet the Father... make me proud..."
::She herself is amazed with the spiral before them - something she has yet to see, the power of Asher (her deity) causing a smile, a thrilled beaming smile to flash for him, though attention is instantly on Missy once more, enhanced voice crooning soft::
"He calls you, Missy. It is time."
(missy)
holyfucking shit
Accomplished...yeah what WAS his name anywaysAnd he couldnt even come close to preparing her for what chaos she had in store for her
(Dont worry, ill be at the other end waiting for you Sugar)
The Father funny no one ever mentioned anything about a Father..Her eyes move to the display in front of her
Body tensing...as she feels everything around her..Wake up
(Wake up)
Father into your hands I commend my spirit
Father into your hands why have you forsaken me?
In your eyes forsaken me
In your thoughts forsaken me...She walks a step, guided by false promises and voices..the voices..
But truthfylly her destiny..had been since day 1 ...her destiny...all roads leading to this one, she had taken different paths, and all of them led to the same road..
This one..Now, what do you own the world?
how do you own disorder, disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep
disorder, disorder, disorder
(asher)
as she steps, those arms loosen (what restrictions that ever lay before you, now they are gone, now you are free) casting her into the firey depths that open a great mawthe Banes gather (legion waiting command) their howls only memory's faint echo (your nightmares are real) until the moment she passes
and that is when they scream
heaven and hell collide
Malfeas yawns to swallow her
the Father boils thundrous belowand it is then...... the terror finally begins
a million screams bind into three whispering (shreiking, hissing, laughing) voices - welcome home missy
it is time to Dance the Spiral
(Bianca)
::She smiles as Missy takes that step - and enhancment drops, leaving just Bianca once more. Hnads slide into pockets, and she smiles a little at Asher (hope you liked your gift) but she doesn't say another word::(missy)
voices and screams
Empty promises...GABY...Welcome home Gaby (Real name)
Who could have prepared her for a living hell..(I dont think we're in kansas anymore toto...and it aint Disneyland either)guided by voices, terrored by screams
Stepping, falling...pulling..
nightmares realities... Where am i going, what will i see
lies lies lies
(asher)
he watchesas the Father throws her into war-form (as it should be)
as the gathered legions confront her (her own deepest, most hidden secrets)
the circle of insight (dare you admit it to yourself)will her mind shatter - or will she find her way back
[are you worthy of our ranks.... are you worthy of the Father's love]
he crouches, black oil pelt slickening his skin as the galliard shifts, muscle and bone twisting (metis..... unnatural) taloned hands spread against the ground, tail lashing anticipation of her return (python's coils writhing to constrict around its kill)
but there is nothing he will do now but watch (and listen to his gift's sweet screams)
(bianca)
::and she, remains. Silent.::
(missy)
Lies lies lies
Twisting turning darkness enveloping around her..(war form)only I can help me
Father...Father
Visions...horrendous (rality is harsh) visions flashing across her eyes...
and the screams...the screamsThrough the looking glass..shattered pieces of glass
Pain pleasureHate Love Terror...where do i go now, Father?
Lashing and pulling at the darkness"What do i do now?" she screams (not looking for answers from anyone but herself)
(asher)gaze upon me......
the great Wyrm that rises in the center of the Spiral - rearing as if it would strike, thunder in its coils, lightning in its eyes, and bale-fire its breath
this is the greatest day of her life
where all paths taken have lead
the doorway to a new beginning
the agony of the grandest pleasure
ripped from Gaia's womb and cast into her Father's armswelcome home to what's beneath the rabbit's hole
the tunnels beyond where light fears to reach
and in that moment, that electrifying moment, rapture is found in the Wyrm's embrace
then the spiral, and the infant Dancer, collapse
(bianca)
::and she, remains. Silent.::
(missy)
kicking screaming fighting all in her mind, her bosy doesnt lash out, but is enveloped and controlled by the darkness around her
lies Screams lies Tell me what to doTeisting and turning, the darkness the voices..the ----
silence...she blinks and there is a growl-type roar that escapes her lips..
coming from the pit of her stomachereborn.......
(asher)
......kyyyyyyrsssshhhha'waaaaiii'gaaaassss........the name - a whispering echo she had not yet heard - it belongs to the twisted chrinos that moves to crouch behind her, it's voice tickling through her mind
the severe underbite would never let it produce words, not even Garou-speak
....... in order to be reborn..... we must first be destroyed......
it's talons comb through sweat-riddled fur in (sick, loving) caress
....... you've risen, from your own ashes, to join our ranks, Kyrsha'Wai'Gas.......welcome
bones mutilate themselves to shift once more, skin-clad hands light touch across her fur, the human (monster's) voice now gracing her ears
"Come home with me. I will teach you the ways."
(bianca)
::eyes drop away at the loving caress, and she remains as she is, barely even breathing, head turning to rest cheek on knee.::
(missy)
kyyyyyyrsssshhhha'waaaaiii'gaaaassss
She hears it repeated after it escapes her lips
Teach me the ways
She nods...
The smirk appears on her face once again...eyes moving from him to her...
tired hungry, drained, empoweredIsshe to be shared with Malcolm or no..
(questions for another time)
(asher)
missy is taken, cradled beneath an arm..... but he pauses before the door
kneeling before Bianca
cupping her cheeks (the madman's caress) to lift kohl-lined eyes to his"You did exceptionally well tonight, SnakeEyes....... after I take Kyrsha'Wai'Gas home...... I will make sure you are well rewarded...... yes?"
a smile (homicidal) curving lips before they take hers (lingering kiss against volcano's heat) leaving only the night's chill as he leaves
(bianca)
Posted by asher at August 18, 2002 12:00 AM
::Eyes lift as drawn, and she drows in (madman's) gaze, the in his acceptance of her gift, her joy at his pride in a job well done bring smile to lips at least, and she presses into lingering kiss, fingers caressing along his jaw, the absense of chill against her's an ache deep wtihin, but she smiles, and nods::
"Yes, Asher."
::fingertips touch her own lips, where his were, and she stands, grime wiped from jeans before she heads home to a cold shower to bring down the heat from her skin, basking in the glow of his approval::
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