Lavelia's Tavern

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Fri May 02, 2008 12:29 am

*Vultrin sighed as she screamed at him then ran off. At least she had taken the shampoo and conditioner he had given her. Moreover, she seemed to really enjoy the energy shakes he let her try. She didn’t really seem to be getting over her losses yet. He still wasn’t sure how Lavelia was taking his arrival. Since he had not really gotten to speak with her yet. With another sigh, he finished cleaning up,

Moving downstairs, he headed straight for the bartender. He knew exactly where to find him. If anyone knew where Lavelia was it would be him. Though something told him this place was packed for a reason. He had to be very careful not to bump, hurt or run into anyone on his way to the bar. He was growling and more then a little irritated by the slow progress he was having over such a short distance. In the end he just shouted for everyone to get the hell out of his way. He was getting tired of being nice to people that always seemed to fear him when he got upset. He made it to the bartender and smiled*

“Where can I find Lavelia? She slipped out while I was sleeping and I haven’t seen or heard from her sense. Someone may wish to check on Calla. She threw another tantrum this morning. Even though she did take my shampoo and conditioner and such.”

*He waited and when he got directions to the office, he simply teleported there instead of getting lost in this maze of a tavern. So when he stood in nearly waist deep paperwork. He almost didn’t see Lavelia at all. He would have to do something about this and quickly. He couldn’t stand all this clutter.*

“Lavelia? Why didn’t you join me this morning? I thought for sure you would come in to see that I was okay at least. Instead, Calla came in and wanted my shampoo. Does that seem familiar to you at all? Though I recall last time, we showered together and you got to use it first hand so you know how good it is. “

*He smiled as he made his way over to her. Stroking her cheek gently and trying to see what had changed since he had last been this close to her. He wasn’t complaining, but it did feel good to be back. He kept thinking he should have come back, but he had not heard from her in so long, he was not sure she wanted him here. He leaned forward and kissed her tenderly at first, slowly deepening the kiss. He knew she was working, but felt it was appropriate at this point to kiss her good morning. *

“Looks like you need some help? Paperwork never was your strong suit.”

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Fri May 02, 2008 4:02 am

The bartender was in a rush, it was the end of the week and everybody flocked to the pub tonight after they ate. All were in a jovial mood, milling around hopping from table to table, joining and leaving conversations as they chose. Exclamations and protests arose, causing him to glance over.

A grin filled the bartender’s usual smiling visage as the crowd parted at the man’s bellow, allowing him free movement as they gaped at him. Murmers of, “oh my god, he’s HUGE,” and, “wow,” passed back and forth through the crowd as he passed by.

“Lord Vultrin! Good to see you!,” he greeted him happily, listening to his question and responding with, “My Lady is in the office,” then pointed towards the far right of the tavern past the fireplace, “it’s the last door on the right. She is tending to business, but knowing her she would enjoy the distraction.” then turned back to the front gesturing for one of the Vampires doing crowd control to go up to see to Calla, not really understanding about the shampoo and conditioner comment.

Lavelia was bent over a stack of papers on her desk, rubbing her head absently as she went through yet another Lycan intrusion report with a frustrated shake of her head, “all these intrusions,” she muttered in frustration, “they’re getting bold,” and went back to reading through the thousandth report.

His voice, in the quiet room, startled her causing her to jump involuntarily then smile even as she answered, “you were still slumbering when I woke. And I didn’t wish to wake you,” she glanced up to him, “so she’s taking to you then?,” her voice so soft that obviously the answer to this question had some significant importance, “I remember. It wasn’t long before you left that we took that shower, though I remember much more than just getting to try your special shampoo,” she grinned cheekily as he approached and stroked her cheek.

He would notice that she actually looked a few years older, with minute lines around her eyes, her skin was paler and small pain lines were evident. She rose, leaning into his kiss, her arms reaching as much around him as she could and holding on tightly, resting her head against his large chest when the kiss ended.

The knock came on Calla’s door a while later and at a very bad time. All that sorrow turned back into rage, and her power struck out at him, sending him into the wall, slowly crushing him. She could hear bones crunch as they were pulverized but she just covered her ears and rocked back and forth faster and faster.

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Fri May 02, 2008 1:53 pm

*Vultrin held Lavelia tightly for a few moments. The raised he up so she could wrap her arms around his neck. A few steps forward and she would be standing on the desk. This let her be at just about the right height. He smiled as he kissed her again. This time his forehead touched hers and he felt the warnings. His mental healings had not gone all the way through. It still lingered waiting to do what it was meant too. Normally this would not raise concern since it was meant to happen over time. However, he also noticed the changes in her physically. So he sent an energy probe deeper into her mind to find what was blocking his energy from going through. He had been exhausted when he had set the healings in place, so that was how he rationalized missing the bigger picture at the time.

He felt the block more then saw it. The chained doors were not a part of his thought process, but it could easily be called that and it would have been accurate. Even now, he still held the kiss. Increasing its intensity with what she would feel as pure need. The telltale blue glow surrounded him, and then enveloped them both. His mental energies were building rapidly. He was trying to pierce the blockage with an overpowering mental surge. He had already felt where his energies were weakening the barrier. So a good, strong push may just be enough to push through and release the locked away energy.

The kiss was turning feverish; He was unable to break it while focusing so fully on busting through the locked door in her mind. So the kiss would continue to grow and become more passionate, more hungry. Stirring emotions Vultrin had long since forgotten in the time, they were apart. As long as the chained door in her mind stood, the kiss would continue, It was as if they were glued together at the lips. The chained door pressing her ever forward so that the door remains intact, vultrin’s energy cementing him to her as long as the door held its ground. In some ways, it was a win-win situation no matter how it turned out.

He was beginning to wonder if the door would break under the intense strain that his energy caused. What’s more, he was pumping energy into it as steadily as he could. Causing his own energy to grow denser so it could hammer its way through more easily. He knew he had to win this one though otherwise Lavelia would continue to age until she was her true age. That would not be a good thing for her. Given her very nature, she would not wish that to happen either. So Vultrin had to act to correct the situation as soon as he possibly could.

Lost were his thoughts on Calla or anything that had happened. He was in a fight as hard as any he had ever known. He was stubborn and would see it through. He would not buckle under the ever-growing pressure and the needs his body was telling him were necessary for him to continue. He was fighting the urges his body imposed on him; he had to focus on the task at hand. To give in now would mean failure and he could not allow that failure to occur. He kept telling himself that they would make it through this as they had everything else. For as long as this took, he knew they could see it through to the end. Then they could celebrate in whatever fashion it needed. That was a pleasant thought to help him continue the battle.*

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Fri May 02, 2008 6:57 pm

The kiss drew her up on tippytoe just as he lifted her up to stand on the desk. Her arms wrapped around his neck as the kiss broke and she leaned forward, her forehead touching his for an instant before he kissed her again.

In her mind a blue almost miniature Vultrin formed in front of the chained door and the small miniature Lavelia watched as this Vultrin hammered at the door. At each blow the door would kind of bulge inward, but the door was strong and formed of mutated powers and would not be broken so easily.

As the kiss intensified Lavy plastered her body to his, trembling slightly under the onslaught while in her mind, the battle waged on. The door was wearing down under the sheer power hammering away at it. The small representation of her psyche stepped down from it’s place in that odd little room and walked over to where the blue Vultrin, formed of sheer power was wearing away the door.

The chains were already worn down, some of them hanging some of them snapping even as she moved forward. But a large chain, so thick and so strong that the door behind it was more worn than it was, criss-crossed the door in a giant X formation.

She walked up to that blue Vultrin and stepped into the energy, allowing his energy to close around her in a protective layer until his large blue form was superimposed over her smaller one. Instead of focusing on the door, she ignored it, focusing instead on the large chains. She directed the next strikes, adding to them until the first large chain shattered and fell, vanishing once disconnected.

The next chain was thicker, however it was degraded and felt so out of sync with the natural energy of Lavelia that it was wholly abhorrent and almost caused the representation of Lavy’s psyche to pull far away. But that blue energy held her trapped, and unable to retreat, she instead added what power she had to his strikes making quick work of that chain…a enraged and terrifying shriek resounded as this remnant of a now dead man made his presence known before dissipating…leaving the door clear to hit.

The door was already worn down and it only took two strikes for it to shatter and fade as the pieces fell. A stream of memories accompanied the flow of Lavelia’s power as the door shattered and had her psyche not been taking shelter within that healing blue energy would most likely been overwhelmed…perhaps even burnt out from the overload.

As her memories returned and her power was released it mixed with the energy swirling around the two, a rainbow of hues flickering in a small swirling vortex, contained within the blue aura. Faintly bloody tears coursed down her cheeks, even as the kiss became much more frenzied, as the memories swirled free and hammered themselves back into their spots in her memory.

Her arms tightened around Vultrin, desperately holding onto him as the memories were restored. As the last memory settled into place the energy condensed around them, the rainbow hued energy smashing into her at the back, and exiting through the front of her across her chest, in the form of a phoenix as she broke the kiss and her back bowed back just a bit leaving just enough space for the energy phoenix form could be made out before changing shape, taking on the symbol of her Kiss, and smashing against and perhaps into Vultrin’s skin.

The climax from the energy explosion left her gasping and shaking in his grasp, limp even as her body filled with her power, causing her skin and eyes to light with the overflow of power. (She would at this point be very sensual looking, almost ethereal. Since one of her main powers is attraction it would almost be overpowering to resist…and if it was resisted…well since he’s in physical contact with her it’s even harder to fight because at the moment she is more like a little magnet in a beautiful package.)

Out in the main section of the tavern and even flowing out into the Vampire run city her people, all of her people became almost blindingly attractive, causing the mere mortals to look on in awe at their friends who now seemed just beyond beautiful.

In the office her body rose up and plastered itself against him fully again, her eyes opening and looking like silver fire as she moved in to strike. Her fangs sank deep into his vein her body vibrating with power as she pressed against him, drinking deeply from his vein. Some small niggling feeling was tugging at her, but so overflowing with power and passion was she, that it passed her by.

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Fri May 02, 2008 8:28 pm

*As Lavelia saw the tiny Vultrin with a hammer beating at the chained door, he became that Vultrin. He saw himself as that Vultrin. He hammered and hammered at the door with his large hammer. He was glowing blue and looked odd as he felt Lavelia’s psyche merge into the blue energy with him. Feeling his energy bolstered by her presence, he swings became to do more damage.

He felt the chains falling away with every swing until only the weakened door and the crossed chains remained. He felt some presence within the chains trying to keep the door from being opened. He had no idea what it was, but that did not matter those chains were coming down. He felt himself swing extra hard, he felt the chains weaken. He struck again and again. His power amplified by Lavelia’s psyche. A final hit and the chain gave way.

Something seemed to shriek in pain, it was more of a feeling then hearing though. He had been sensing the entire time he had been hammering at the door. A few more strikes and the last of the chains were shattered and gone. This time he heard an audible cry of pain as the last chain fell lifeless. It was as if an angry spirit had possessed the chains. A few more swings and the door blasted open.

He saw the swirl of energy as time right itself. They were back in the office; Lavelia had just broken the kiss. He saw as the energy slammed through her chest leaving a phoenix tattoo on her chest. He then saw the Kiss embed itself in his own chest. The energy drove into him and stopping abruptly. He did not really understand what he had seen yet. He was letting his mind clear. This was likely why he did not fully notice her yet. His mind was miles away, but with the break of the energy-blessed kiss he was back in control of his body.

His disorientation was likely the only thing that stopped him from losing control from her change. The attraction was there, but he was unable to fully appreciate it at the moment. His mind was still clouded. His thought processes slowing down so he would seem to be acting in slow motion.

When she rose up and sank her fangs into his neck, all he could do is wrap his arms about her. He let her drink from him, his eyes rolling up in his head as the enjoyment washed over him. It took him several moments before he could finally summon the willpower to push her fangs from his neck. He pushed her to arms length, panting heavily from the exertions. He blinked several times and attempted to take several deep breaths.

His vision seemed to clear and he looked upon her for the first time it would seem. One hand going to her cheek, he gently drew her back to him. Holding her tightly to his chest, one of his hands slid up and moved through her hair. Everything seemed to be turning out right, until he got the distinct impression that they were forgetting something. He searched his mind and felt out with his energy probe. It moved through the tavern at remarkable speed.

Soon he located a weak energy signal and a powerful, but emotional energy signature. He had closed his eyes as he drew Lavelia close. Now he was speaking and his words were not what she would want to hear he was sure.*

“One of your servants lies near death; His energy is flickering and will go out soon if we do not hurry. He is outside of Calla’s room. She seems an emotional wreck right now. Her energy is spiking. I fear something else is wrong and she needs you now.”

*Vultrin wasn’t sure if he had gotten through to her, but he was trying. He could not see what was actually happening, but he could see small things like where they were and how healthy they were and such. *

“The one lying near death is a vampire I believe. Though the vampire may survive if there regeneration works fast enough to repair so much damage.”

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Fri May 02, 2008 10:48 pm

Lavelia pulled back as she felt her fangs pushed out and rested her head against his shoulder as she sifted through her powers, almost welcoming them back and touched on all the members of her Kiss. She pulled back a moment before her eyes fluttered closed and she allowed herself to be drawn back into his embrace. A soft sigh was drawn from her lips as his hands moved through her hair, the probe of her Kiss forgotten as she relaxed into him.

She relaxed against him as the power ebbed, leaving her just simply…Lavelia. At his words, she pulled away. On her face a serious look replaced the soft, gentle one she seemed to only reserve for him. She pushed her power out from her along the lines she had with her Vampires engulfing the ailing Vampire with power, using her powers to aid him in healing and placing her power between him and her daughter’s uncontrolled power.

Lines of strain filled Lavelia’s face, even as she began to move. Her body maneuvering around the clutter in the room absently, instinctively. Her mind was with her wounded Vampire, seeing through his eyes. Her daughter huddled into a little ball curled up and rocking back and forth caused great concern and she said to Vultrin, “we need to hurry,” her voice coming from very far away and showing the strain she was encountering as she shielded him, “she is so very powerful…,” her voice fading off as her attention became fully anchored with her servant. She didn’t look back assuming that he would follow in her wake as she left the office, put on a burst of speed and ran across the backside of the tavern and raced up the stairs, almost hurtled backwards as she was struck with just a small amount of her daughters powers.

Power flowed off of Calla, now visible as her despair became a living thing, so lost was she in herself that the Vampire near death didn’t even register. Her power kept pressing down pushing against her mothers shielding in a continuous pressure. So dense was the power flowing from her, the flooring beginning to creak and groan beneath her and the Vampire. She didn’t even notice her mother’s presence so sunk into her sorrow was she. The only words flowing from her lips a litany, “I don’t wanna be here, I don’t wanna be here, I wanna die, I wanna die,” as she rocked back and forth.

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Sat May 03, 2008 12:01 am

*Vultrin moved right on into her “power zone”. He pulled the servant out of that zone, letting healing energies flow through him. He felt crushed bones, setting instead of regen or typical healing, regrowth on his bones. Making it so they would regrow over time while his natural regen kept him alive. *

“Stay with him for now, Lavy. I will call if I need your help”

*He moved into calla’s room, wondering if she would even notice him. He moved to her side and knelt. Attempting to place his hands on her shoulders and then draw her gently to him. He had a feeling she was beyond resisting now. Caused by depression and loneliness from her loss. He flooded her with calming and loving energy. Oddly enough he began to sing. *

“Baptised with a perfect name
The doubting one by heart
Alone without himself

War between him and the day
Need someone to blame
In the end, little he can do alone

You believe but what you see?
You receive but what you give?

Caress the one
The never-fading rain in your heart
The tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding Amaranth
In a land of the daybreak

Apart from the wandering pack
In this brief flight of time
We reach for the ones, whoever dare

You believe but what you see?
You receive but what you give?

Caress the one
The never-fading rain in your heart
The tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding Amaranth
In a land of the daybreak

Reaching, searching for something untouched
Hearing voices of the never-fading calling
Baptised with a perfect name
The doubting one by heart
Alone without himself

War between him and the day
Need someone to blame
In the end, little he can do alone

You believe but what you see?
You receive but what you give?

Caress the one
The never-fading rain in your heart
The tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding Amaranth
In a land of the daybreak

Apart from the wandering pack
In this brief flight of time
We reach for the ones, whoever dare

You believe but what you see?
You receive but what you give?

Caress the one
The never-fading rain in your heart
The tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding Amaranth
In a land of the daybreak

Reaching, searching for something untouched
Hearing voices of the never-fading calling

Caress the one
The never-fading rain in your heart
The tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding Amaranth
In a land of the daybreak

Reaching, searching for something untouched
Hearing voices of the never-fading calling

Caress the one
The never-fading rain in your heart
The tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding Amaranth
In a land of the daybreak

Caress the one
The never-fading rain in your heart
The tears of snow-white sorrow
Caress the one, the hiding Amaranth
In a land of the daybreak”

*His voice rang as close to perfect as if the real artist was singing the song. Somehow, he had pulled the Lyrics out of her mind, though he was singing without accompaniment or music. His voice sounded splendid as it was. He had no idea who “Nightwish” was, but he knew she liked this song so it had to be done perfectly.*

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Sat May 03, 2008 12:46 am

Lavelia watched as Vultrin passed her, walking right into Calla’s wall of power, and pulled her servant out of it. She accepted the servant readily, nodding at him and whispering, “save our daughter,” before adding her Vampiric powers to his healing ones in order to ease her servant’s pain.

Within the room Calla rocked back and forth. As her power lost it’s target it rebounded on her and the floor beneath began to cave under her, creating a small depression under there. So deep was her depression that her father’s presence went unnoticed as he placed his hands on her shoulder and drew her to him. He would see that her eyes stared sightlessly ahead of her as he pulled her to him, unblinking, empty.

As he flooded her with calming and loving energy she continued a minute rocking against him making small toneless sounds. When he started to sing the toneless sound would at times hit the same note as him. After a little bit her power lessoned as it began to wear itself out. Still there but lightening up just a little. The further he progressed through the song the more the output of power decreased until at the end it faded completely.

Somewhere deep inside her mind her consciousness dwelled, hiding, buried, away from the reality that she could no longer handle or face. She could hear the music, but felt no stirrings or desire to acknowledge the song. Instead she buried herself deeper in the memory of Tsunami, memories of them playing, training, even arguing.

Outside in the hallway others of her Kiss came as called, taking her servant who was now out of the most critical of stages to the local med center. When they left she settled, her back to the wall. Her head came to rest on her knees with her arms wrapped around them. It had taken so much to hold her daughters power in check, and then keeping him anchored so his light wouldn’t fade beyond saving. She began drawing power from those that served her to replenish her lost reserves as she waited.

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Sat May 03, 2008 5:10 pm

*Vultrin lifted Calla gently and cradled her to his massive chest. He rocked her gently and he continued to hum. Her energy had withdrawn, at least for the moment. He sighed with relief, yet he knew something was wrong with her. Something he could not see or feel. So he did what any concerned father would do. Brought her to her mother and hope that she had an idea of what was afflicting her.

So he carried her from the room and knelt beside Lavelia in the hallway. He set their daughter down between them. Unsure of what to do or what afflicted her. He looked to Lavelia hopelessly; he had done what he thought would help and it had a little, but not as much as he had hoped. He tried probing her mind with minute amounts of energy, to see if there was anything, he could do beyond what he had already done. It seemed so hopeless to him. But that could be some of Calla’s energy that his body absorbed making him think that way. *

“I don’t know what to do Lavelia. I was able to stop the energy leaking from her. Though it was more a dam burst then a leak. I wish I could think of something to do.”

*Vultrin’s eyes grew wide as he felt the arrival of someone way to powerful to be there. He scanned the hall back and forth, not really seeing anything. He turned his head back the other way and still he saw nothing. When he turned it back the other way though, a teenager stood there. He looked this newcomer over from head to toe.

He was only five feet tall and couldn’t have weighed more then one hundred and five pounds. His hair was wavy black and to his shoulders. His blue eyes seemed older then rest of him. He saw the crinkle lines around the teenager’s eyes that spoke of battle experience. He too in the dragons tattoos on the boys upper body and the dragon and tiger brands on his fore arms. Down to the worn out jeans and shoes old enough to be antiques. He also noticed strange energy patterns about the boy’s body. This one was no teenager, no matter what he looked like.

The boy spoke, his voice crinkled with mirth. He sounded almost upset by the inspection.*

“Why not take a picture old man, it will last longer.”

*Vultrin’s eyes narrowed dangerously, he did not like this arrogant young punk. However, something seemed to snap in Vultrin’s body. The hopeless feeling from Calla’s energy had vanished. He turned back to Calla, ignoring the mischievous imp for the time being. Instead of the pitiful energy probe he had used first, he used a real one. The telltale blue glow surrounded him and Calla. He entered her mind. He was searching for the clues to bring her out of her misery. Nothing else was working and he needed to find something to help her.

Lavelia would feel the blue energy reaching out for her, If she wished, it would envelop her and bring her with Vultrin into Calla’s mind. He did this so that they could save her from her own misery together.*

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Sat May 03, 2008 8:03 pm

Lavelia’s head lifted off her knees as Vultrin put Calla down next to her and between them. Unused to seeing Vultrin so…unsure of himself she became quite puzzled, “I’ve never seen you so unsure of yourself, Love.” she reached over and smoothed her fingers across the giant man’s brow before turning her eyes on her daughter, “she is so powerful,” she shook her head, “and Tsunami…they were close,” she sighed sadly as she used a tender touch on her daughter’s cheek, tracing a gentle line from next to eyes so like her own to jaw line.

At the feeling of immense power arriving in her tavern her eyes widened, switching to the infrared vision she generally didn’t use and saw the heat signature of someone standing in the hallway. She nodded to him thinking, ‘we get some of the STRANGEST visitors here,’ before her eyes swept the tavern’s far side. What she saw made her frown, someone was sneaking out of her office. She switched back to normal vision even as she sent an order for him?..to be captured and taken to the interrogation rooms before turning her attention back to the now visible stranger standing just a little ways away.

He looked young at first til she glanced at his eyes. They spoke of many years lived and much experience gained. One of her slender eyebrows lifted in an almost silent inquiry towards the youthful looking boy standing there as he spoke quite rudely to Vultrin giving only a single warning, “young man, in my tavern respect will be given or I will throw you out.”

She turned her attention towards her daughter and sending herself into her daughter’s mind in an almost feather light touch for a moment before withdrawing with a heavy sigh, “she is sunk very deep. I’m unsure if even I can snap her out of it,” she glanced from her daughter to Vultrin before attempting another delve into her daughters mind. Finding her daughters mind in chaos and full of much sorrow and deathly despair she withdrew, unable to penetrate it using her vampiric abilities, saying softly, “she is beyond the help I can give. Her being only half Vampire limits what I can do to aid her. She is far more her father’s daughter I’m afr…,” a shriek pierced her mind, causing her head to ricochet forwards towards her knees and back to smack the wall it was so sudden and extremely loud.

She rose involuntarily her hand on her head even as Vultrin began to emit the blue healing energy, a signature of his mind healing. Torn between wanting to aid in the healing of her daughter and the duty of aiding her servant she stood there glancing down at her child and down into the tavern, back and forth as duty warred with desire even as another shriek came to her mind causing her hand to go to her head as pain pierced her temple.

For just a moment she stared through the eyes of her servant, seeing the interrogation room and the four other Vampires attempting to fend off the enraged half shifted Lycan…his form odd, and his transformation unusual. Her brow furrowed and she shook her aching head coming back to herself even as her gaze shifts to her daughter and mate on the floor. Need to aid her people and the desire to aid her daughter conflicted and this confliction was reflected in her stance, her face, and her body language. The conflict within her played even in her voice as she spoke softly to Vultrin, “there is trouble.”

Calla lay limply next to her father, her sightless eyes staring straight ahead. No longer rocking, so far from reality in her mind, she was sunk into memories of Tsunami, a dark cloud of deathly despair surrounding her, filling her mind slowly. The music her father hummed was distant…adding a backdrop to her despair, the memories of her big brother/best friend/father figure flickering almost in time to the sound of the far off music.

Uninterested in anything in the “outside” world, she didn’t notice the appearance of the stranger though some part of her took some small note of the power causing her body to twitch slightly in an auto-response to the power level.

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Sat May 03, 2008 9:20 pm

*Dragon felt the disturbance as soon as Lavelia did. Instead of giving her a snide remark, he shifted suddenly. One second he was standing in the hall. The next he was in the interrogation room. He was staring at the strange shifter breed that had entered. He shifted forward suddenly, just before ramming into the creature he dropped and pivoted on his hands. His legs deftly missed her vampiric servants. If he caught the creature on the back of the ankles, it would cause a chain reaction. He would strike with his free hand at knee level. Potentially this would cause the shifters knee to shatter even as he was falling backwards.

The chair the shifter potentially fell back into would allow the vampires to restrain the creature. Even as Dragon got back to his feet and moved forward. He placed a hand his back, pulling out a leather roll-up bag. Noticing a table to the left, he slowly unrolled his bag of interrogation tools. He lifted out a needle and a small bottle. He pressed the syringe tip into the bottle and filled the syringe with the liquid within. He tapped it slowly and squirted a small amount out.

He moved to the lycan’s side, injecting it slowly into the vein of his arm. A smile covered his face as he moved back to the table. He was having a little trouble selecting the right tool to use. So he picked up a trowel like tool. One side was serrated, the other dull and the tip was rounded like a spoon. He moved back to the Lycan and raised the tool. There was no need for words as of yet. Words only complicated things. He wanted to break the creature. Once the Lycan was broken, he would have full access to his mind.

He showed the Lycan the specially crafted trowel. The Lycan would smell quicksilver. Not something, most Lycans would enjoy. Since silver was not healable by any other means then natural ones. He slid the serrated side slowly down the lycan’s arm. His smile deepened as he felt the creatures pain. He pulled back to savor the moment. He watched the vampires within the room. They would likely find his methods odd if not outlandish.

He turned away from the Lycan, then back suddenly. he plunged the trowel into the lycan’s stomach, then twisted it back and forth. He listened for the sweet sound of screaming. He left the trowel right where it was, moving back to his tools and drawing what appeared to be a fireplace poker. Only it had two elliptical arches on it, if one looked closely the groove was the perfect size for an eyeball to just fit in it. He smiled as he moved back to the lycan’s side. He held it up and again let the Lycan see his toy. He lifted it slowly and held it in line with the lycan’s eye.

He continued forward until the toy crunched loudly into bone. He covered the eye completely. He twisted it in a slow circle; listening for the click, he knew was coming. He pulled the toy away and all that remained was an empty socket. He moved back to the table and placed the first eyeball down in plain sight. Making sure the Lycan could see it with his still good eye. He moved back and this time he took even longer to remove the second eye. Setting the eyeball on the table as well. Making it look like the eyes were staring at the vampires.

He set down the toy and lifted a bone saw. He had more toys to play with, but he was tiring of this game quickly. It wasn’t even a real challenge. He started by cutting off a finger at a time. Heating the saw, just enough to keep the Lycan from dying from blood loss. He moved on and cut off both wrists, maiming the body was part of it. Enough healing was supplied to the Lycan only to keep him conscious. He must feel every second of delicious pain. He then removed the forearms at the elbow.

His focus then moved down to the lycan’s toes. He removed each one individually, followed by the left ankle and then the right. He was making a pile of body parts on the table. Only two more cuts remained though. He had to be careful not to get ahead of himself after all. He removed the left leg to the knee, then the same with the right.

He set those pieces down on the table and then turned to examine his work. The Lycan had the trowel in his belly, his arms nothing but stubs, were cut back to the elbow. His legs were gone to the knees and both his eyes had been plucked out. He moved and pulled the trowel from the lycan’s stomach and set it back on the table with the rest of the tools. Then he entered the lycans mind, seeing how much information he could glean from the dying Lycan. *

Meanwhile in another part of the tavern…

*Vultrin had entered the black could of despair. He was trying to absorb it into his body. But the process was tedious. He was hoping Lavelia would help him filter it into free energy. He had no idea if she was or not at this point. Dragon had bolstered his resolve somehow. Only he had not seen any energy being woven. This was turning out to be a strange day indeed. So in tune with his work, he wasn’t feeling the constant output of strange energy.

He was hoping to be successful dispersing the cloud, but Calla had control over it and that made Vultrin use nearly pure force to remove it section by section. He was not always successful. It was also very draining work. Since sometimes sections would reappear right after he removed them. All he could do was continue and hope soon that Lavelia joined her power with his, he was afraid she had gone off to look into the disturbance in the tavern itself. Which meant he would be in trouble.*

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Sun May 04, 2008 1:11 am

Lavelia’s mind was drawn back to her servants in the room with the lycan and as the newest guest at the tavern appeared in the room almost magically and moved to contain the situation rage filled her. As she monitored him torturing the lycan, though not taking it quite as far as she would have, she had to admire his interrogation techniques.

Every howl of pain, every scream of agony was sweet music to her ears and as his pain filled the room she sucked it up through her servant, feeding and refilling her people’s reserves that she had drained then filled up her own and leaked it out so Vultrin could pull it in and put it to use. She spoke through her servant, “if that lycan dies…I will be SORELY displeased,” before pulling back some from that room and returning mostly to the present situation…leaving enough of her attention behind to continue sucking up the energy.

He followed the two Vampires as they ‘escorted’ him into what was so obviously a torture chamber. Two followed behind him ensuring that escape would be difficult. As he passed through the plain metal door his eyes swirled around the room landing on the ordinary table in the center of the room and the chairs around it, then passed to the walls where various chains at different heights dangled. A rack took up most of the wall, and next to it was an iron maiden. His eyes returned to the chains, only now noticing the whips hanging from the walls…and a few knives, ‘I have to get out of here,’ he thought to himself, shifting hands into claws and face into a mix between mongrel and human.

He attacked them hurling one back against the wall, smiling at a cracking sound which told him one was out of commission for a while. He bit and mauled another of the servants as he tried to fight his way free. He had just started to wade into the other Vampires when he was kicked back away from them. He howled in agony as ankle and knee were shattered, the bones in between shattering.

He landed in a chair and the two uninjured Vampires moved in and restrained him. The lycan’s eyes turned to this new adversary and fear filled him as his senses told him that this individual was something to be feared. Things became hazy shortly after a liquid was injected although he felt everything that happened to him. He began to struggle at the scent of quicksilver. He hated it and knew he was in serious trouble but his body wouldn’t really answer his desperate call even as the trowel like object was slid down his arm as it cut into skin, a shriek of pain filling the room. When it was plunged into his stomach the pain on his arm and knee dulled by this newest agony.

The lycan’s eyes went wide as his torturer pulled out an odd tool, terrified now of what was coming next. As his first eye was pulled out his screams of pain ricocheted around the room until his scream turned into a howl as he saw what had been his eye set onto the table. The removal of his second eye caused his howl to rise in octive and timbre until the gaping Vampires were hard pressed to not put their hands over their ears.

As his body was dismembered his mind collapsed and he went silent. Drool slid down past his lips and down his chin. As his mind was probed orders for stealing information about Calla and Lavelia and the workings of the Metropolis would be discovered. The rest of the creatures mind was blank, as though it had been completely blanked out, the only knowledge was his orders and nothing else. Even his name was gone. He was simply a puppet.

The injured vamps watched on in cold admiration. Lycan’s knew they weren’t welcome here and that trespassers were dealt with. The two that had been holding him down backed off, the one looking on spouted his Mistresses words, his face blank as she held him as her vessel. The others kinda groaned in disappointment at her choice of vessel, preferring to be the one chosen.

Lavelia put her hands on her mate’s shoulders and infused him with her power, bolstering his with her own. She then entered her daughter’s mind and was pushed out with incredible force, a cry of pain escaping involuntarily. She kept her grip on Vultrin, gathering and pushing as much energy as she could into him, knowing he would absorb it easily and readily.

Within Calla’s mind the some of the clouds of despair that were removed didn’t regenerate, but others did and wrapped more densely around her even as a part of her tried to push it away. The conflict within herself waged as the part of her that knew Tsunami and knew that he wouldn’t want her like this but the despair was overpowering and that side of herself was slowly weakening. In a last ditch attempt to save itself a tendril of energy escaped past the clouds of despair, seeking aid in this battle that waged.

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Sun May 04, 2008 2:20 am

*Dragon was whistling idly as he drew away from the husk of the werewolf. The pitiful thing was still alive. He even went so far as to remove the silver from its body. A second injection and he was happily wiping the blood and gore from his hands and jeans. He cleaned each of the tools he used lovingly. As if, they were his friends. Then he mentally fed one of the vampire’s tidbits of what he learned. Then he gave tidbits of a different part of the information to another. So it went, he spread the details between four vampires. The ensuing chaos would be more then worth the lecture the crazy old woman gave him.

Not only would the Lycan make a complete recovery, he could be tortured repeatedly with this process and multiple body parts sent back to his master. Dragon thought this to be worth any lecture the old woman gave him. It did not matter what she looked like, she was a crone on the inside. For all the beauty, she stole for her appearance. If she was attempting to read his mind all he would get is lewd and debasing thoughts of her. Which he found to be even more worth the trouble. However, she would not be thrilled in the least by his thoughts.*

Meanwhile upstairs Lavelia and Vultrin struggled to free Calla…

*Miniature Vultrin was surrounded by his blue energy. He was within the black cloud of despair. His hammer was worthless here though. He saw the tendril of Calla’s energy and attached it to himself as he tried to get to the center of the cloud. He called out to her but the cloud muffled his voice. He continued to absorb the cloud of despair though. Even with parts of it coming back, he still made progress.

Soon he had absorbed over half the cloud and he noticed less and less was coming back the closer to the center he absorbed the cloud. A smiled covered his lips as Lavy’s energy poured into him. He gained in confidence the closer he got to the center. He also felt Calla’s energy joining with his own and Lavy’s. This only sped up the process for which he was able to absorb the cloud. Three quarters of the cloud vanished and though he was feeling tired, the energy kept coming in to bolster his reserves.

He still felt like there was not enough energy to complete the job when a third energy joined his. It had to be Dragon’s foreign energy type. However, now that it merged with his he was able to recognize its source. It was spatial energy. The energy type that allowed molecular reconstruction and rearrangement. He smiled and shifted his absorbing energy to spatial energy. He reconstructed the cloud using spatial rearrangement, inverting the black cloud of despair into a yellow cloud of healing and happiness.

He made sure all traces of the cloud of despair were gone. However, the cloud of healing and happiness was expanding and filling her entire body. This would hopefully keep her feeling better and get an understanding of what was happening. The healing was meant to help her get over her loss with a natural transition to another stage of grief. This was to get her to the stage of acceptance.*

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Sun May 04, 2008 3:14 am

The rejection from her daughter shattered something deep in her heart. For a moment she clung to Vultrin before moving away after giving him as much energy as she could without totally draining herself and her people. Being attached to one of the Vamps in the room she felt and plucked the tidbit of information from the mind of the vamp she was using as a vessel, filing it away to look at later. She made the vamp move to the lycan. Sorrow turned to rage as she looked at this creature through the eyes of her servant and she caused him to be lifted and chained. Her body was already in motion, moving down the steps and through a side door and down stairs and into a hall.

She hit the door with the palm of her hand, releasing her servant as she entered the room. She scanned each of the other three vamps minds as she moved, dismissing them summarily after plucking out the information. Her face was very dark now. Sorrow and rage combined within her and her silver green eyes hardened.

She lifted a very thin very long knife and began to slice the skin off this broken minded creature. For a moment she paused to scan the odd teen’s mind and what she found only served to further enrage her.

The two hale Vampires aided the two injured ones, racing to get out as their mistresses power grew and grew. One whispered to the Vamp he was helping, “we must hurry. Only one other time have I seen her this w..,” his words faded as they moved down the hall towards the hidden entrance to the med unit.

Her attention zeroed in on one of her most hated enemies, “filthy Lycan,” she ground out as her power became almost a visible force, “entering my Sanctum and daring to steal from me,” her power slashed out slamming the table into the wall at her back. Chairs followed flying every which way until they crashed into things against the walls.

Her hand fisted around the thin knife’s handle, her knuckles white from the strain. The knife flashed fast passing across his body and thin layers of skin was severed and fell away. Her power spun out of control as she sliced him bit by bit. She moved away, back just a few steps, and sent all that power smashing into him, turning him into little more than Lycan goo. His blood misted the air and she inhaled it. Her skin beaded with blood until she was soaked. Then she turned, walked out of the room and proceeded to her bedroom uncaring of the looks she was getting from her people. Her power proceeded her up the stairs. She passed Vultrin and Calla without saying a word. She entered her room and slammed the door using her power. From outside loud smashing, crashing, banging and slamming sounds could be heard and her immense energy could be sensed easily by all in the area.

Inside the room her eyes glowed with power brought on by sheer rage and deep sorrow. Anyone entering would see nothing more than sheer destruction. It would almost appear as if a bomb had exploded, with her standing within the center of the room soaked in blood, dripping with it really.

As the dark cloud of despair was torn away and changed her personality flooded back into her eyes in full force. For some reason she didn’t understand she felt better, lighter. She glanced at the man who was her father with clear eyes and said shyly, “hi,” glancing around when she felt her mother’s sheer power enter the immediate area followed by her mother.

Her eyes widened and she gulped at the black look on her mother’s face, making the wise decision to not say anything til after her mom was in the room with the door safely slammed behind her. Then she said, “wow she is totally pissed,” then she gave a sorta half smile and a shrug that said clearly she wasn’t going anywhere near her mother in that temper. She poked her father in the ribs, “she needs to get laid,” in an not so subtle hint for her father to take care of the problem. She stood up and gave Vultrin a quick hug before going into her room. As the door clicked shut a muffled, “holy shit!,” could be heard from inside the teen’s room.

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Sun May 04, 2008 4:20 pm

*Dragon waited and watched the three of them carefully. He noted that The Crazy old Woman had disappeared into her bedroom. Then Watch the small interplay between Vultrin and Calla. After Vultrin disappeared into Lavelia’s room, he moved. He smiled as he tapped into his dragon’s power. One second he was standing in the hallway, the next he had merged with Calla’s wall.

Dragon spread his spatial composition out around all of Calla’s room. He had no fear of detection or getting hurt in this form. He simply called it going spatial. He could watch and listen in this form rather well. Part of his mission was reconnaissance and surveillance. He need to get detailed information on both Lavelia and Calla. Which basically meant sticking like glue to both of them. Even if neither were aware of his presence around them.

As the wall he could move his vantage point to any angle needed, including above and below where they happened to be. At this point he was compiling Calla’s appearance, Dress style and what not. He was also detailing her voice. Which wasn’t to hard. The more information he added, the more complete his report would be when the mission was completed. So far he was still in stage one.

Vultrin had told him not to underestimate his younger self. Trust was not easily given to out by the young Vultrin. This was even less so to a strange teenager that had powers rivaling that of himself at this point. Dragon had already been attempting to push out of bounds as far as he dared. In spite his best efforts he actually liked Calla. She was similar to him. She thought in similar ways, with a little training she could be very useful to his mission. Not that he would ever reveal its contents to anyone. But he was in need of a mate and though it could take a few years to make it that far, it was worth thinking about this far ahead.

Dragon would not let his thoughts get in the way of the mission though. She was the right age, but not of age yet. While this wasn’t necessarily a problem for them, it would be with Vultrin and Lavelia. He had no doubts he would be treading on thin ice if he initiated something like that to soon. He mentally shrugged it into the recesses of his mind. He needed to continue watching Calla to see what she did on a daily basis.*

(Meanwhile an invisible camera crew had set up just inside Lavelia’s room. They were figments of the narrator’s imagination. Their purpose was to document the development of the story. This is to provide the readers with a constant understanding of life behind closed doors. Voice-overs will be done to protect the true actor’s identities within the scope of this documentary.)

*Vultrin had entered the room fully expecting to be hit by something. That would hardly deter him from his given course. His course was right to Lavelia. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms tightly about her, crushing her to his chest to stop any further protests. She could hit and kick him all she liked; it would not stop him from holding her this way. He smiled down at her, letting bursts of calming energy filter through her. She was a mess at the moment, blood covering her and dripping off of her.
The blood was also staining his pants, which wasn’t going to work for him in the least. So he lifted her off the ground, with or without her consent, and carried her into the bathroom. Holding her with one arm, he turned on the shower, and then he turned one of the other handles. He didn’t need to wash his hair so he could use some of the finer points of her bathroom. Steam became to fill the entire room, but scented oils and soaps had be added to the water. The scent was rich and hearty. To him it smelled like roses. *

(The camera crew pressed into the bathroom closely, not wanting to miss an instant of the action. Bob the cameraman mentioned to the guy who did all the speaking that the steam was too thick to see if anything was going on. So the guy told him to get closer)

“This is Roy Mackiavelly on the scene of the most unusual situation. Our camera operator Bob Doeshisjobwell is going to get a closer look. Please cross your fingers as this daring young man puts his life on the line to get you the story of a century.”

*Vultrin had verily peeled the clothes off Lavelia. He tossed the bloody garments into a pile. Then he set her onto the sink top and looked her over slowly. Her skin was saturated in blood. He tried to run his fingers through her hair, but found that too starting to mat would blood as it dried. He knew full well she was likely yelling still, so he did the next best thing he could think of. He pressed her back against the wall and kissed her like there was no tomorrow.

As they kissed, one of her fangs nicked his tongue, which meant a steady trickle of his blood was entering her mouth and being absorbed, the trickle became a bit more, the more intense the kiss became. His blood was trickling down her throat now. He had a feeing this would stop any further protests as the blood fever took her over. She was most likely already addicted to his blood, this would just be icing on the cake for her.*

(Bob was getting as much of this on tape as possible, For the viewing audiences though, there would be a very large Censor Bar covering most of the action. The kiss was the only visible action going on. Which meant any “penalty” use of the hands was unable to be seen behind the black censor bar. Much to the disappointment of the home viewers. )

*Vultrin smiled as he broke the kiss sometime later. He pulled back from her gently, removing his boots and blood stained clothes. He put up his hair next, not wanting it to get messed up in the shower. He moved back to her now. His hands sliding under as he shifted his form slightly. This may upset her some, but it was worth the risk to make things easier on them both. His height went up a few inches, so he would be six feet three inches tall. Though his weight and width decreased a lot, He changed his weight to a mere two hundred pounds, while his width went down to a foot and a half. This made him pretty close to a normal sized human.

He lifted her right off the counter and pulled her to him, his hands sliding to her knees as he guided her legs around his waist. Then he carried her into the shower. Letting the rose scented water cover them, the steam rising so thick that nothing within the shower could be seen.*

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Sun May 04, 2008 5:49 pm

Calla stared around her room in dismay, bending down to lift a photo of her and Tsunami up off the floor, “you were my best friend…,” she sighed softly a little bit sad but accepting now of the fact that he was gone, “we relied on you so much,” her voice choked up a little, “but you’re gone, you cant come back and I miss you so much,” small tears coursed down her cheeks, “but I cant stay like this, it’s too hard, holding onto you when you’re not here and wont ever be here again. I have to put you away for a little while. I have what you taught me, I’ll always have that,” she moved over to her walk in closet walking right up to the dresser in the center of the room and opened the top drawer and set the picture inside very gently.

While she was in there she grabbed clothes, A white loose fitting shirt and white loose fitting pants. She grabbed lacy undergarments and the hanging black belt off the special hook and exited. Moving through the room she really took a look around, “holy shit. Wow I made a huge mess,” her wide eyes stared around her in shock, a few small tears made their way down her cheeks even as she pulled the power she had discovered on her own during a solo training session.

This power swept across the room drawing broken bits back together, mending them and setting them to rights. It took some time but after a short while most of the broken things were restored to right…looking just a little..funny. Her bed was lopsided, her nightstands were off kilter, the vanity was standing on four legs at least though the mirror was…pretty much unusable slag. The broken trinkets and glass vases were melded into some weird object de arte. The only things that actually survived her tirade were her stuffed animals and these she left lying as she shrugged and headed into her bathroom, pausing for a moment as she spotted the bottle of shampoo and conditioner and snatching them up off the floor to take with her, then closed the door gently behind her.

In the bathroom she set down her clothes and put the shampoo and conditioner on the side of the spa tub before getting undressed. She slipped off her skirt then her stalking and kicked off her undies. She took off her shirt and gave it a toss. Staring into the mirror she saw herself as a miniature of her mother, all small breasts, delicate bones, and curves in just the right places. Her hands skimmed over her body lightly, ending in her hair which caused a groan of dismay, “oh my god it’s a disaster!,” she nearly shrieked.

She took it down…though most of it was already down and grabbed the brush with a determined look. Mild swearing ensued as she began to brush it out. After twenty minutes though it was free falling down to the middle of her back and down her chest to nearly her waist without snarls or tangles. Giving a satisfied smile she moved over to the tub and turned on the taps, her hand sliding under to test the water before she grabbed a small bottle up. Opening it the scent caused her fangs to lower, “Blood Energy Bubble Bath, the newest creation by the Banderbury Bath Emporium,” she read the title of the bottle before tipping it into the water and turning it a faint reddish color with pink bubbles flowing across the surface as the water continued to spill from the tap. Finally she tipped the bottle up, closed the lid, set the bottle aside and slid into the water. Leaning up she turned the taps off and the jets on and relaxed back, closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth of the water.

Lavys powers spun out, slamming into Vultrin, “how dare they trespass into my domain!,” her voice a cold fury, “they’ve dared to break the treaty we’ve had for nigh unto two hundred years now. I chose not to slaughter them then, but by the gods I WILL slaughter them now!,” her raging continued even as she was grabbed by Vultrin and crushed to his chest. She went still against him.

Cold fury was not like the hotter kind. It was deeper, soul deep, as she relived every terrified scream, every mournful cry of everyone she had come to care about as their homes, friends, and families were destroyed. Lycans were to blame or rather one single Lycan…a madman that she had destroyed in the end…nearly at the cost of her own life. She could see it all, her carrying each and every one of the survivors back to her small pub as they cried, wailed, or sat with silent eyes staring straight ahead as they bled from their injuries.

She was startled back to the present as she was lifted from the floor even as burst of calming energy began to fill her and her power drew back within her slowly. Her eyes rose up to meet with his, now firmly planted in the present and not looking back into a blood filled past, “I have done everything to keep my people safe and now, after all this time, it’s beginning all over again,” she didn’t really pay much attention to the shower starting and such, her mind was churning over the new problem.

She cooperated as he undressed her worry and puzzlement adorning her features, “it’s coming again, this battle. I can sense it’s approach. I know the Lycan’s numbers have tripled since then, I’ve been keeping track,” she sighed, “there’s so much pape…,” that’s as far as she got when Vultrin kissed her. The kiss was almost violent in it’s intensity and her fang nipped his tongue. When his blood hit her mouth it caused an instant reaction. She grabbed him with all her strength and held him tight to her as she began to suck on his tongue. She made small whimpering noises as she attempted to get closer to him as blood fever took her over.

She protested when he broke the kiss, opening her now power drenched eyes as she watched him undress, desire for him and desire for his blood warring with each other within her. She watched as his form altered somewhat and it didn’t really surprise her much, she’d seen him do it before. She smiled and relaxed into his embrace as he lifted her off the counter and had her wrap her legs round his waste. She flinched a little as the first bit of water hit her then smiled up into his eyes as she pulled him down for another heated kiss.

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Sun May 04, 2008 11:42 pm

*Dragon watched Calla and took many notes. He saw that she was a clean freak so to speak. Since everything had to be in order before she would accept it. His noted became very detailed. When her cleaning was done, his essence followed her into her own bathroom. Where he watched her, feeling incredibly bored. He had been hoping she would do something fun. Instead, she brushed her hair for what felt like a month.

He smiled metaphorically speaking as she undressed in front of his very eyes. He took a detailed sketch of her body, rather enjoying the perfect view she gave him. Then he let his spatial form merge with the liquid in the tub. Feeling first hand exactly what he was missing. His form hugged every inch of her that was below liquid level. He used the liquid jets to do something even worse.

Altering the jet of liquids angle every so slightly, he used the jet of blood energy to do something very naughty to Calla. His form caressing her body tenderly. As he rode the jet of liquid, a small portion of his body became corporeal. It was not enough to alert her to his presence. It was just enough to get her going. His spatial form was inside her now. Working back and forth and up and down. He wanted to hear the results of his labor though. Since he was now enjoying himself quite thoroughly.

Meanwhile back in Lavelia’s Bathroom

(Roy was shouting at Bob to get in closer. He wanted it all on film. Not just the steam, which filled every part of this room for some reason. He had never seen so much steam in one room before, especially not one this size. Audio clicked on suddenly and his jaw dropped. He didn’t even notice that it was the pre-taped version.)

“MMMMM MMMM Censor Harder Censor Its so Huge Censor Censor Censor”

Now back to our regularly scheduled program.

*Vultrin caressed Lavelia lovingly. He didn’t notice or care about the camera, since everything seen would be covered in black censor bars. Not that he did anything at all. He just didn’t care at this point. He stroked Lavelia’s hair gently. Their lovemaking was rough and more then a little chaotic. The scent of blood filled the air as they fed from each other. Both sides of his neck showed puncture wounds from her fangs. But so did her neck and chest.

He kept her in the shower for a very long time, allowing for them both to be satisfied with their lovemaking. It had been a long time since they had been this intimate and he knew they both wanted to savor it for as long as possible. This situation gave them the perfect opportunity. Worse still, he knew she wanted more children. Though she was a vampire, there was ways around that. The changes that would make her stronger and would allow her to bear children. He knew this was what she ultimately wanted. At this point in times, there minds are merged, making the experience infinitely more enjoyable.*

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Mon May 05, 2008 2:05 am

Calla smiled softly as the jets subtly altered their position. She loved the special bubble bath, it was her favorite. She sighed softly as it felt like the water embraced her. She slid further down into the warm liquid, dunking her head and soaking her hair before coming up above water again.

She took great time washing and conditioning her hair. When done she piled and secured it atop her head then sank lower into the water. She moaned a little as it felt as though something were inside her, bring a small gasp to her lips even as she thrummed with pleasure. Her hands moved across her skin slowly, down her arms, across her collarbone, caressing her chest before slowly moving downward across her stomach before shifting lower.

Her head fell back and her eyes closed as her hands went to censored places and did some censored things which only added to the sensations she had already been experiencing. This continued for a small amount of time before she convulsed and cried out, sending water sloshing over the lip of the tub, as she found release.

After some few minutes she rose up out of the water, reaching over to flip off the jets as she exited. She squealed just a little when her bare feet hit that cold water that lay pooled on the floor in front of the tub. Reaching out she released the hair she had piled atop her head and it fell down to her mid back and down to her mid waist in the front, covering specific parts of her, before she reached out and grabbed a large black towel and wrapping it around herself, being sure to pull her hair out and over it.

Walking over to the mirror she rubbed it with her hands, clearing the steam from it’s surface quite effectively, smiling at herself in the mirror as she began to brush out her long hair. After twenty minutes of brushing she then braided her hair into one long braid that dangled down her back before allowing the towel to fall so she could dress.

She slipped into her clothes swiftly, looking now more like a martial artist as opposed to slut of the century, tying the black belt tightly at her waist after looping it several times so that it wouldn’t dangle and trip her up. Moving back into her bedroom she flipped a switch and a set of stairs, well hidden, were revealed. She moved swiftly up the stairs and entered what was obviously a Dojo.

She began to move in the forms Tsunami had taught her. Closing her eyes as she went through each form separately first punches, then kicks, then a mixture of both.

Lavelia clung tightly to Vultrin, her hands flowed over his skin like the water that was flowing around them. Steam was so thick in the room that what she was doing and what was done to her were hidden within the haze. Small moans, whimpers, and even sounds of her feeding could be faintly heard over the sounds of rushing water.

Her shouts and muffled groans and moans were clear even through the steam, echoing across the bathroom as she found her pleasure, and gave him pleasure. Not a single thing could be seen though and the steam never quite seemed to fade or lessen.

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Mon May 05, 2008 4:01 pm

*Dragon shivered in delight as he not only aided in her release but also was saturated in it. It took him a few minutes to realize that his pleasure has come entirely from her, almost a false pleasure considering how it was achieved. When she switched off the jets and got out, his essence went with her. He was caressing her body like a cool wind. Which gave him plenty to occupy his time while she dried off and did her hair.

The change in clothes was noted immediately. The secret passage to the dojo was a surprise, but he had not been looking for secrets. He still caressed her skin as she moved through her routines. Rubbing her in just the right way whenever her mind needed to be focused on her forms. He was sure it was quite annoying to her to get these sensations while practicing. His image appeared within her mind whenever the sensations occurred. She may not remember him from the hall, but his image was still in her mind. He knew that after awhile she would feel aroused whenever his image came into her mind. All it would take is patience on his side to make sure it happened.

Meanwhile back in Lavelia’s Shower

(Roy was getting upset, though he could hear the audio plainly, there was no way in hell to get any of this juicy and intoxicating footage. So he did what any good producer would do. He got similar stunt doubles for Lavelia and Vultrin and added in another girl just to make it more appealing for his audience. He needed the ratings and this would probably put his name in the history books in this place. So he found a Lavelia look-a-like and another pretty vampire girl as an extra. He had no small problem finding someone physically as capable as Vultrin. He was just so unique that he filmed the two girls with a plain vampire guy.

Given this had to be a good scene though, He used technology to edit the guy out and put Vultrin in there place. Since this was airing already and supposed to be live, he quickly slipped the tape in and made it look like it was happening in real time. The ratings were off the chart. No one had known this side of Lavelia before. They knew she was active, but with the things, he had her doing in the fake video, it made her seem like something else entirely. The facts did not matter to him as long as the revenue and ratings stayed high.

Bob on the other hand seemed disappointed in the producer. He had been hoping to see lady Lavelia naked. He had heard so much about her that he could not resist when offered this job. Perhaps he would get his chance. He put the waterproof device over his precious camera and slipped into the shower with Vultrin and Lavelia. He was glad the shower was large otherwise this never would have worked. If Lavelia caught him, well he could die happy knowing he had seen perfection at work.)

Vultrin held Lavelia close after they were both spent. He leaned her back just slightly. Letting the scented water cascade over her and clean the blood from her hair. After a few minutes, he turned the water off completely. Drawing her into a kiss that lasted until the steam had dissipated completely. He still held her for a while after that. Reaching around he hit the dry feature on the shower, closing the door to keep the dry heat in. He held her until both of them were dry. After another thirty minutes of cuddling in the shower, he lifted her up and carried her into the other. He smiled as he sat her down on the bed. Then he turned and looked through her clothes. He picked out just the right clothes for her to wear. He ran his hand over each garment slowly. He let just a hint of energy touch each garment. He was doing something special for Lavelia. However, the clothes he picked had seemingly not been worn in a long time. That was because the last time he had seen these clothes worn was when he was last with her. This made the close he chose very special.

He laid each selection carefully over one arm. He finally returned to Lavelia’s side. Smiling deeply as he slipped her into her under clothes. He had covered her body in kisses over every inch he had moved her clothes. He kissed a trail up her stomach, even as he put more of the clothes on her. When he put her foot wear on, he took a step back to admire her. He had forgotten nothing it would seem. He had dressed her as well as she could dress herself at this point.

He disappeared back into the bathroom, throwing on a new set of pants, boots and vest. He opened his personal kit and took his time setting out his brushes and combs in a set pattern. He then moved back into the other room placing one hand behind her back and the other under her knees as he lifted her back up. Carrying her into the bathroom and set to work styling her hair for her. He worked wonders with his combs, scissors and brushes. It was impossible to tell he had cut her hair at all. Such was his skill at blending and styling that he left very little to be imagined.

This was one of his better skills it would seem. However, he thought it was time for Lavelia to sport a new look. One that would show off all her assets the way her clothes do her body. He loved working with her hair almost as much as he did his own. His fingers moved over her hair gently as he thought of more possibilities for her hair. He smiled at his work. He was kissing her know exposed neck from one side to the other. Her hair was still very long, but he had put it up in a very different fashion.*

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Mon May 05, 2008 6:42 pm

Calla moved with precise timing and perfect form. As her workout became far more in depth her mind flowed with memories of her and Tsunami training together and unbeknownst to her tears began to fall, leaving silent trails down her cheeks. After a time she switched forms and styles, going from a hard hitting fast moving style to a slow steady style. Her arms moved now slowly up and back and down and around while her steps were very slow indeed. She didn’t notice much of anything, her mind was far away allowing memories to lead the way in her training. She was out of practice and her breathing showed this, her chest rising and falling in rapid, labored breaths.

She continued on though and ignored the screams of pain her body was giving out, especially her lungs. As she moved to the final forms of the slow style she was using, the screaming of her laboring lungs and out of practice muscles worsened. She had been working out for a long while now and still had a couple more styles to get through. Sweat beaded on her skin, an odd breeze cooling her even as she continued. The third style was all fast moves and rapid hits which she executed with some small flaws before moving into the last style.

Walking over to the wall she grabbed a quarterstaff first, the starter weapon for this particular style. An…odd sensation overtook her. It felt as though she was being watched, and yet this room was hidden and the only (known) entrance was in her room. Though there was another secret entrance in her mother’s room. She knew there was one more, but wasn’t sure where it was. Tsunami used that one to appear almost magically. But still, the feeling of being watched had grown as she had been training, “who’s there!,” she demanded into the silent room.

Behind a fourth entrance he waited. His objective was a clear one and so he waited. Patiently. He watched her move and decided, she was tired enough for him to take her easily. He lifted the hollow shaft to his lips and put it through the small hole he had been watching her through. He had to aim, so carefully. Any mistakes would likely ensure his capture. And he did NOT want to be captured. Legends resounded about the interrogation techniques Lady Lavelia used and he so did NOT want to find out if they were true.

So he aimed. Very, very carefully. And with a very deep breath he let fly, just as she moved right in line of where he was and close enough for the dart to hit.

Calla moved, laboriously through her weapons formations. Moving from staff to sword to knife getting very close to the walls in this set. She was still bothered by the sensation of being watched but her training was far more important than this odd feeling she had so she ignored it and continued.

Lavelia was worn out, though in a very good way. She had missed Vultrin so very much in those long lonely years. She fell into his kiss with abandon, not even noticing the dissipation of the steam surrounding them. She shivered just a bit as the moved from the warm bathroom into the cooler bedroom.

As he sat her down on the bed she fell backwards limply and watched him go into her walk in closet, smiling as he came back out with the black leather pants, green tunic embroidered with her standard, her black leather thigh high boots, and the gold twist stringy belt. She hadn’t worn that particular outfit since he left, the memories it brought back had just been too hard for her. Then when her tie to him was severed, well blocked, she had shoved them to the back of the closet out of sight. But obviously he found them.

She squirmed, some of the heat for him returning as he dressed her and kissed his way up her slender finely boned body. She sighed in disappointment when her shirt went on. The long boots took just a little bit of time, since they had to be carefully laced up but she smiled as he stepped back.

She grinned at his back as he went to get dressed, enjoying the view. She sighed as she lay there waiting for whatever else he had planned, a sappy smile on her face. Upon his exit from the bathroom her eyes softened as she gazed up at him. She loved it when he carried her, it made her feel so special and loved so when he lifted her, her arms went round his neck and her head cuddled against him.

She was kinda wondering what he was up to when he took her into the bathroom and set her down but that small question was answered almost instantly when she noted all the hair care tools. Knowing what an obsession he had over his hair she knew she was in for a treat! She sat patiently as he worked wondering just what he was up to as he trimmed, dyed and styled her hair and it wasn’t til he was finished that she got to see. Turning she gazed at her hair, a smile filled her face as she grinned into the mirror, her eyes meeting his, “I love it!,” she fingered the now blackened tips and traced the dark streaks running through her hair. Somehow it suited her perfectly, “you always did know just what I liked,” she leaned back against him completely relaxed. Only with him was she able to be so completely at ease and her worries just seemed to drift away.

A very loud explosion caused her eyes to close in expasperation, “I really wish he’d quit experimenting! I swear, that idiot is gonna turn my city into a pile of rubble one of these days,” she stated even as a second louder explosion shook the walls and floor. Straightening up she glanced with worry towards Vultrin, “it seems, our times together must always be interrupted with annoyances.”

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Mon May 05, 2008 9:52 pm

*Dragon watched her movements, measuring her skill. Now that he concentrated on the things outside of his view, he saw all of the secret passageways into this one room. He even felt the presence of another watching as he watching. Though the one who watched her now was nowhere near as good as he was. He knew exactly what that one was waiting for. Its why neither one of them noticed the subtle change in the air in front of his hiding place.

When she was in the right position and tired, he saw the dart fly straight and true. Only to rebound quite suddenly and reenter the tube going faster then it had exited, the kidnapper’s reaction time would not be enough to stop this from happening. Nor when the dart stuck out of the back of his throat, since surprise was written all over his face.

Dragon appeared quite suddenly out of nowhere. A ball of energy formed in his hands as it shatter through the wall so he could get at the kidnapper. He was sure Calla would be shocked by his sudden appearance. These fools had forced his hand though. He was anything but happy as he dragged the fool out of the secret passage and dropped him at Calla’s feet.*

“You should be more careful, your highness. Be thankful I was assigned as your bodyguard. Lavelia would have been thrilled if you would have taken that dart.”

*he didn’t give her a chance to reply though. He shifted through space with her and the kidnapper. They reappeared in Lavelia’s bedroom. If she had heard the explosion upstairs, he was likely in trouble. Since he had exposed another secret passage, all though it was no longer a secret because of his involvement. He yelled out since the bathroom door was closed*

“He Crazy old Lady, You should take better care of your family.”

*He launched the unconscious kidnapper right through her bathroom door, not caring if he found her in a state she would be upset if he saw her in. He wondered what Calla would be thinking at this moment in time. Not that he cared one way or another. He had just given Lavelia all the proof she needed.*

*Vultrin merely shrugged, war was a part of life. Whether you won or lost didn’t matter, but he had a feeling the enemy was off its rocker. They should have realized Vultrin was back and this was the worst possible time for an attack. He saw the bathroom door come off its hinges as a living lump of meat and bones was thrown through it.

He didn’t even stop to find out who had thrown him. There was only two others in the tavern who could have managed that feat. He just waved to those outside.*

“Nice of you two to join us, could someone go and tell whoever is blasting to stop, today isn’t a good day and I would hate to have to kill them for disturbing the peace and tranquility of my vacation.”

*For some reason Lavelia would know he was being serious. He also knew he should be working on her paperwork, otherwise it would never get done. However, if they were to go and check her office now, they would find that all of it had been done for her. It had been done in the exact same fashion she normally would have done it. Only a single folder remained on her desk, with notes for her on what had been done, where everything was stored and how things were taken care of. It would be a miracle, though no one could remember seeing anyone enter or leave the place. There had been a message sent to staff that cleanup was needed in the office. If someone went to investigate there would be two men in there, both wearing signs that say “I’m sorry” but nothing else that indicates who they are.*

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Tue May 06, 2008 1:46 am

Calla stared in shock at the stranger’s sudden and violent appearance as the wall exploded revealing another secret entrance and an intruder that looked to be very surprised and slightly scared. Her first thought was, ‘oh shit, mom is gonna be PISSED!,’ followed by, ‘who is this hunky kid,’ and then after he dropped the intruder at her feet and made his comment her thoughts about him changed, ‘he’s a total dork, with a horrible attitude.’

She was quite shocked that the room vanished and she found herself in her mother’s room. Feeling a little queasy at the odd form of travel her hand went absently to her stomach even as he insulted her mother by calling her a crazy old lady. Her eyes widened and she struck out, her hand flashing so fast as it cracked him upside the back of the head, “NEVER insult my mother again, or you’ll really have something to deal with,” she warned the young punk even as her eyes widened as she watched the intruder fly through the door.

A third explosion, coming from overhead almost had her shrieking out at her daughter until a very familiar and somewhat irritating voice came, oddly enough, from outside her room. When a body came busing through the door she got a little pissed off, until she caught the intruder’s scent. She quite literally caught him by the front of the throat as he was still in flight and a sickening crack was heard as his neck broke under the force of her catch.

Snarling almost inhumanly her eyes changed from the soft silver green and turning to silver fire, “oh no, you don’t get off that lightly,” she ground out, her voice now full of power even as she began to infuse the lycan with power, enough so that he would remain alive until such time as she deemed he could die.

Upon a silent summons from her two Vampires bustled in, relieving her of the filthy cur and bustling out again with only a wondering glance at the door. One of them mumbled, “she’s gonna be pissed,” as they passed Calla and the newcomer.

As the mongrel was removed from her sight she grinned at Vultrin’s comment, “I’ll have to go deal with it love. He’s experimenting again,” at this point she rolled her eyes at the thought, “I’m going to have to get hold of the enginee…,” her voice faltered as yet another very loud explosion was both heard and felt. She sent herself seeking through her people to find out what was happening. She stilled.

Her eyes opened and nothing like who she was, was there. Anyone looking on would see nothing but pure rage as a new energy awakened. She moved with a speed previously unseen from her even as power exploded, damn near pulverizing the doorway of the bathroom as she moved. Passing the boy and her daughter she said, “Protect her!,” even those words were more thrown back to them as actually said to them.

Calla was shocked by her mother’s transformation and a little annoyed by the ‘protect her’ comment. She looked almost helplessly to her father, “I’ve never seen her like this,” she said so quietly just as she was nearly thrown from her feet by a rocking explosion. She glanced towards the door unsure now what she should do. While she had been training, she hadn’t ever been in a battle and she froze in place torn between hiding and going to help her mother.

She moved so fast the fighting Vampires thought she had appeared out of nowhere. Her power moved in it’s own well of gravity, with her at the center, a glowing ethereal Goddess. Her skin glowed with power as she stared at the mammoth gaping hole in the front of her tavern. The special ornate doors were twisted, one hanging barely off the hinges and the other little more than melted slag resting just inside the tavern.

Her hair blew around her in it’s own well of power, flying haphazardly around her. The green vanished from her eyes as they faded to perfect liquid silver even as she pulled her power into her, “filthy Lycans,” she spat out, her very voice slicing into the flesh of her dread enemies. Somehow her power passed over her Vampires, leaving the sensation that she had kissed each and every one of them on the cheek and rubbed her hand through their hair.

“For what you’ve done, you will feel my wrath,” she ground out, her voice joining with the power, making her mere words a weapon. She could no longer hear the screams of her enemies as they were sliced by the power in her voice. The ones still setting charges to the taverns outer wall in order to cause damage were hit the worst. None of them were killed but all were maimed.

A silent line of Vampires held a shield to keep the customers behind them alive. All eyes were on the mistress of the tavern. It was truly a sight to behold. The customers were so glad that she wasn’t pissed off at them. Even behind the shield they could almost feel the power she was outputting as a near physical force. A few of the customers were angry. This was their favorite hangout and for it to be damaged this way, well it just was so wrong. A stirring started amongst them, an outcry of protestations at being kept safe that was silenced instantly by the bartender, “we wouldn’t be doing or jobs if we allowed you to get injured. Please, stay silent and file out the back of the tavern and into the shelter of the city.”

Meanwhile………….

They lay in the dark one caressing the other gently, “our daughter has become quite the woman. Her people adore her. She will succeed me well I think,” his voice soft in the shadows.

Out of nowhere his tie to her flared and he felt the ties on latent powers in Lavelia burn away, completely severed. His tie to his daughter was so strong that he felt her black rage almost as if it was his own. Beside him his beautiful beauty, Corellia sat up.

“Beloved, our daughter has need of us I believe,” her gentle voice filled the shadows, “I believe we should hurry beloved I feel a great need of our presence.”

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Tue May 06, 2008 10:03 pm

*Dragon did not even flinch when Calla struck him upside the head. He had been too busy launching his missile through the door. Not that it would have mattered anyway; the old saying was definitely true. Calla did hit like a girl and a pathetic one too. He listened to the old lady complain. He held his hand up to simulate outraged talking. Not caring who saw him mimic her with his hands. He just wanted her to get on with it.

When she caught his missile, he seemed somewhat happy though. Since now, she could not be too upset with him. Given he was not the easiest individual to get along with. Nothing really seemed to bother him though. Wondering when they would shut up. Was it just him or did women talk way to damn much? Always nagging and having to have there way all the time. It is why he worked alone and unfettered. There was no one to complain about his methods. Well except the target, but they did not matter.

Here is where he figured he would get slapped again. Not because of what he did, but because it was rude and disrespectful. Again he didn’t really care and wanted them to just get on with it. When the vampires came and took away his prisoner, he was a little miffed. Not only did she steal the guy, but she planned to torture him herself with her crude and pathetic ways. It was a good thing his thoughts were shielded otherwise he would not have much luck about now. The others were not nearly so good at it, except Vultrin, but then this Vultrin was nothing like he was used too. This one was dangerous and unpredictable. He had learned nothing in his training at the Citadel it would seem. His real training came later anyways.

So now, he was stuck in a war zone with three potential allies, which really did not like him. This was not boding well for his mission. He saw it crumbling down around him because of their erratic and more often then not self-gratifying urges. Did none of them understand restraint? Ohh I have power, I need to use it otherwise, it goes to waste. He could not stand wasteful people. Perhaps he would get lucky and be killed so he did not have to report to Vultrin on what things were like here. Since Vultrin may kill him in the end because these people were not worth saving.

Dragon’s internal rants continued, since he was not paying attention. He did not notice when Lavelia ran by him or said anything. Hell, he did not even notice when his mission parameters changed because of the war. It would seem the real Vultrin knew what was going on here, even if dragon didn’t. He would come around eventually though.

Vultrin on the other hand was calm and collected. He barely even noticed the goings on around the other three. It seemed all very petty to him anyways. He was more concerned with Lavelia’s sudden change. An influx of hidden power that she had not had before. So Vultrin missed most of the by-plays and focused instead on her energies. He sensed the typical blood magick of a vampire and vampiric energies, but this second energy was demonic. He had no idea what its source was, but it seemed to be focusing her rage. He thought back and realized the energy had always been there. Just typically the rage didn’t come out this way. He even knew what the source of her energy was and the demon type.

He pondered the situation so long that he barely had time to register Lavelia leaving at top speed. He shrugged slightly and waited for her energy to stop moving, he shifted suddenly appearing at her side. The influx of his energy was not a simple thing. His energy was very complex and he had no qualms of using it now. His body had not gone back to his old form. It stayed now at Six feet three inches tall, making him appear normal. He was still very much a threat though. He used this form to conserve energy. This was a necessity in long, drawn out fights.

He had released his hair, though now it was braided very tightly in a ponytail. He grinned as he scanned the energy signals on the field. He set parameters for his energy. He filtered out the possibility of striking their side in this battle. Then he raised a hand. Black energy surrounded his fist. He continued to draw more and more energy in. At this point, the energy building was lose, wispy and in general worthless. So he drew it together, making it denser and more compact. The more he did this, the smaller the ball of energy became.

He smiled slightly as he released the golf-ball sized orb of energy. It floated incredibly slowly out over the battlefield. When it was directly over the center of the battlefield, he tapped into amplification sub-rune. He amplified the energy in his black golf ball sized orb by one hundred and fifty percent. Still it hovered unchanging above the battlefield. How weak could Vultrin be right now? That ball of energy was easily avoidable. So why bother wasting so much in creating it?

Vultrin’s smile widened as he opened up a pocket dimension where he stored excess energy. You know, he was a lot like the electric company. He sold energy to the highest bidder. Well right now, he needed the huge amount of stored energy. This was a very quick way to get a lot of power without burning it. He slowly let the energy trickle into the orb at first, the orb was collecting the energy as fast as he gave it. So he opened the gates a little more ad he was ready for the orb to have it, until the flood gates opened completely. The black orb became a dome roughly one hundred feet high and a mile across in both directions. Making this one huge damn dome.

He then smirked sadistically as he collapsed the orb inward. The energy was keyed towards living beings and only the enemy would be targeted. He had made sure of the before he ever created his orb. The type he had used was death energy. Any of the injured enemy would be utterly consumed. Their life energies became part of the orb. The unscathed enemies, well lets just say they were weakened considerably. Their life energies being sucked out. He felt some of the stronger ones survive the attack. The ones weaker however were snuffed out completely.

Back inside Lavelia’s room, Dragon stared Dumbfounded into the bathroom. His ranting finally finished. He had gotten the change in his mission and was looking for Vultrin and Lavelia. Both seemed to just be gone. His mouth was hanging open, because he had been about to say something about a war going on outside. When he felt two massive surges of power. Worse still they were working in harmony. Lavelia’s power weakened the enemy; Vultrin’s energy snuffed out any of the weakened ones. He was damn sure not going to stick his head in that hornet’s nest. He looked to Calla, wondering what he should do about her. He could not rightly tie her up and put her somewhere safe. The lecture he got would not be worth the effort. So he guessed he would just have to take her with him. It was the only way he could keep her safe and still complete his new mission requirements.

He sighed as he latched onto her arm, getting ready to take her to the spot he had to be when secret passages opened up around them. He released her hand, He knew they were there for her and he was not going to let them get her. Now Dragon had not really shown his power before, he was about to know. It was a secret shared by few. Most of them were dead and buried now.

He brought his hands up and started drawing arcane glyphs in the air. His hands a blur as he drew the many glyphs needed for the complicated spells. He was tapping into a power most would leave alone. The power was known as dark arcanoi. It was the energy of the dead. How he came to be using it was another story though. What mattered is that he protect Calla, no matter how ungrateful and annoying she was about it.

He was chanting as he created the glyphs. They came in all shapes, sizes and colors. He seemed to dance in a circle as he worked. Their opponents would be baffled by the light display to say the least. Since his glyphs appeared to be like a shield around the two of them. He finished the final glyph and spoke a single audible word.*

“FIRE”

*As he completed the chant, the glyphs exploded outward, this was not normal flame though that he created. It was something far more deadly. In some places, it was known as alchemist’s fire, in others Moon fire, Here he knew it would be referred to as the silver flames. A magical fire was like liquid silver. Lycanthropes especially could not stand it, since it was not healable through regeneration. For Dragon to even use such a technique was forbidden. He had “stretched” his mission parameters since he had to protect Calla. He had no doubts at all, that some of them survived the attack. They had been two or three deep after all, but perhaps he bought them some time. That is if Calla did not do something crazy like attack. *

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Wed May 07, 2008 3:41 am

Calla watched as Dragon stood there mocking her mother just itching to slug him. Her hand fisted even but the explosion and her mother racing from the room distracted her. When her father vanished from sight her eyes went wide and she thought to herself, ‘wow he’s gotta teach me how he does that sometime.’

She noticed that he was looking at her now and it kinda creeped her out. When the lycans came spilling out of the secret entrances of her mother’s room she actually moved towards the punk. Her eyes were wide and fear caused her to reach out just a bit towards him, but she stopped. She absolutely totally did NOT want to appear weak. Her eyes were dazzled by the flashy lights of the glyphs and she closed her eyes and shook her head to try and gain some semblance of optical balance.

Her eyes popped open as she heard him say fire and she saw the silver flames blow out and into the lycans. Watching as they were damaged made her decide that she really hated them. Since they were distracted she let her power loose and chose to follow the advice Tsunami had given her during one of their training sessions, ‘Now Calla, if you ever find yourself in a situation where the odds are outnumbering and your enemies become distracted, take full advantage. A distracted enemy is a dead enemy,’ with his words ringing in her ears she moved forward.

Wading into them she grabbed one of the injured lycans and used him for a living bat. When she swung him into another lycan the hit jarred her arm sending a jolt of pain up them causing a small cry to pop out involuntarily which caught the enemies attention and they began closing in on her even as she began a slow spin with the now seriously injured lycan hanging from her hands. Very frightened now as they closed in on her she began to strike out in desperation her fist crunching into bone here, her leg kicking into soft flesh there.

She was shaking so badly her hits were having very little overall effect. She knew better but putting what she knew into action was something very different and this was so very very different from a training exercise.

The lycans were not thrilled that their numbers were diminishing. And oh my god that thing’s words were so very painful. He glanced down and noted that blood was pouring down his skin. He was leading his people as he was ordered and everything had been going well until that, that she devil appeared. Her power was just amazing. Deciding she needed to die he started to rush her when a small golfball like object came flying out of nowhere. He sneered and rolled his eyes, flying past it in order to attempt to get to his target and spill her blood.

He was shocked to find himself encased in a dome where none had been. As it shrank inwards he heard the death howls of many of his troops and decided that discresion was the better part of valor and gave out a howl of retreat only to find himself so weakened he fell to his knees, next to a now lifeless lycan. Staring around many were dead, and many were like him so weak they could barely move.

Within the damaged tavern Lavelia raged. Her wrath falling on the injured and weakened Lycans. She hadn’t moved even a single step and yet her power continued to grow and grow. Her people moved away from her as her power grew. And in the center, she laughed a dark laugh as the power took her over, spreading to the still living enemies and torturing them.

Subject: Re: Lavelia's Tavern Thu May 08, 2008 1:12 pm

*Dragon watched Calla wade into the center of the fight. Having learned she knew how to fight this did not bother him. It seemed she was doing well, until they surrounded her. Then she froze as he saw it and he sighed heavily. He knew what this situation required. This one he did not even need to ask for since it was always in waiting. He just hated to use it at this point, especially when it could be needed later.

He took a deep breath and then roared at the top of his lunges. He called on the power of his Dragon Fist. His entire body began to glow with a myriad of colors. He was preparing to attack once more it would seem. This one was not going to be as pretty, but it would cause a lot of damage. He raised a fist for the strike. This would only take one hand, no need for a double dragon fist this time. This would leave one in reserved fist in reserve if he needed it later.*

“CALLA GET DOWN NOW”

*His body was crackling violently as he roared a second time. He was likely drawing full attention to himself. Calla alone would see his aura. An eastern dragon was coiled about his body, the head of the dragon covering his fist. This was not something you see every day. He rushed forward, shouting even as he launched the single punch*

“Fourteen Dragon Punch, Secret technique of the Dragon Avatar.”

*Calla if she was paying attention may have heard something in that yell. Something that would seem out of place to her. A myriad of colors surrounded him as his fist seemed to roar. Only it wasn’t a single roar, it was fourteen different roars combined into one. Each of the Lycans would get hit by the punch. The one he connected with solidly was obliterated. Nothing remained of him or his body. It was gone, not even ashes remained were he was burned out of existence. The rest were the unlucky ones. Instant death was not the way he wanted them to go. They needed to learn the meaning of pain. They would be reeling from the silver flames, her brutal physical attack and then the dragon punch.

Those that survived the attack would never be the same again. He grinned as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a strange tube-like device. he dropped it to the floor and it sprang open on command showing a device just large enough for one being to fit inside. He smiled slightly as he cloned it into four of the devices. There was five Lycans left alive though. The fifth was for her to play with, the rest were his own. He physically put each of the four he had chosen into the devise and locked the doors. He wanted to know their pain thresholds, so he put it on level one to start and then slowly increased from there.

He had placed these fools into pain amplifiers. He could keep them alive for years by only sending in enough pain to keep them conscious. That was rarely his way though, this time he set each of them at the level they could tolerate by a hair and then moved to watch calla against the last remaining one. There was no escape for this group. The secret passages all shut simultaneously, locking at the same instant. There truly was no escape from Lavelia’s room, now turned into a torture chamber by Dragon.

Vultrin watched the building power within Lavelia, he had taken no more actions against the Lycan’s, and this would be a crippling defeat for them. The war would continue, but the Lycans would never be the same again. He stepped suddenly in front of Lavelia. His size was easily blocking out her view of the battlefield. He had his back to the enemy and did not even care. He forced calming energy into her the first battle was over. The enemy was testing them by throwing fodder against them. This was only a small battle. He had seen Lycan’s sneaking off the battlefield. Ones that had been watching from a far to stay out of the battle completely. They would report the City’s strengths and they would not be happy.

His mind reached out to hers calling her for her to return to herself. Her rage was building a wall against mental intrusion, but he punched his way through it, she was stronger, but not yet strong enough to repel him even if she wanted too. If he couldn’t bring her out of it this way, that left only one option. He pressed her against the wall and held her there with one massive fist. He kissed her deeply and soundly. It was past time for her to calm down and this was the one sure way to deflect her rage. He knew what her demon side was now. A demon that showed only two real emotions, they could feel more, but generally the two used most were Lust and Rage.

A slight grin would have crossed his lips if he had not been kissing her. He probed her mind, needing to alter her current emotion. Finding the pleasure centers in her brain, he over-stimulated them. He needed to make her entire focus change. By creating an over abundance of pleasure throughout her body, it should deflect her from her rage to other things. Even if he wouldn’t let her satisfy those urges. Once she had lost her rage he would remove his energy from the pleasure centers of her mind.*

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