Dwarf in the Playground
Join Date: Jul 2009
In the middle of nowhere!
Re: The Return of the Scarlet Empress OOC
She is a little naive, innocent, playful, and pretty much affectionate. Beware he or she that is nice to her. ^^ (Or as the background will show, what she was at the start, what she became, and now back full circle. XD)
Aya is a young woman, with soft and smooth skin of the light mocha coloring. She has a wealth of wavy long jet black hair that falls to her ankles. She is shapely with a slender waist, gentle hips, and large breasts, firm breasts. She has bright and curious green eyes, and she wears tight and revealing clothes, generally of the black and red coloring scheme, generally in silks, its low cut to show off her breasts' wealth and cleavage, and is short to show off her belly, a short split side skirt hang to her waist tightly showing the shape of her firm butt. She has a golden choker with a ruby at the center, an armlet of gold on her upper right arm, diamond earrings that dangle from her ears. A mesh of lesser gems glitter in her hair on her head.
I zip around the corner panting heavily, tears in my nearly indigo eyes. I’m a dirty girl, with tattered rags for clothes, a strip of bandages wrap around my right thigh, my hair was once wavy and pretty its black with red streaks once one of my prize features, but now its filthy and tangled mess fills me with shame. Panting heavily I press against the warm dusty wall my hands pressed against my large breasts where my heart pounded heavily. Pain lacerated my wrists, my legs, and my neck, places where men’s hands, men’s leather, and men’s iron abused me. I hold my breath and I retreat deeper in the alleyway as men, angry haughty men rush by my hiding spot. Once the last of them had passed I curl up in the shadows and cry broken heartily.
From the shadows a sensual and seductive demoness slips from nothingness between moments and tosses back strands of long hair. I continue to cry, my arms around my bare and battered knees, my breast sting against the sweat and pressure, my forehead rests on my knees and I cry. But the demoness smirks.
“Very cunning,” she says softly as she comes beside me caressing my hair, “You made friends with two like you, girls whose futures are now very much set to be pleasure slaves.” I whimper and curl up tighter, the tears still flowing. “You gave them up, tricked them, how sad for that.”
“I wasn’t strong enough,” I say in my tear filled sobs.
“Yes, those men were certainly stronger,” the demon almost purrs, “but what does that matter. You have your life. A life you enjoyed.”
“It was all a lie,” I say bitterly, “I thought I was loved… I thought people cared…”
“These are fundamental lies,” she whispers into my ear, an arm around me holding me close, “This is so because people cannot love. The gods want you to be miserable.” Something about her warmth and the gentle scent was soothing my fear and sorrow.
“Gods? Yes,” I say peeking over my knees, my indigo eyes staring through tears at the next wall. “From their sanctums, their temples, they watch and lust, taking for us, making us into animals.”
“Yes. Animals, for if you are animals you cannot be empowered to overthrow them.”
I turn my eyes to the demoness my head leaning against her chest. “Empower…”
She smiles down at me, less like a demon and more of a mother or a lover. “Yes, my Masters have seen it in you. You are no animal. Not yet at least. They can grant you the power to assault the gods of this region. All you have to do is say yes to accepting this power, to let the Masters forge of you a weapon the likes Creation has yet to see.”
“Will the pain go away… the ache of my heart, will my betrayal be forgiven.”
She pulls me into an intimate embrace her lips mere inches from mine, my aching body against hers, we were so close now, we could almost… be one. She purrs slightly and runs her hands through my dirty hair. “We will forgive you.” And she kisses me, the feelings of passion growing in me, I could do nothing to resist. All I could say was, “Yes, I accept, fill me with the power, let it grow until I swear I can take no more.”
“Oh you will not burst, you are special.” And then the warmth, the pleasant passion arousing scent, embraced me, and darkness followed. In the alleyway shadow men crept forth standing around the crystalline diamond that we had become. My form was seen inside, curled into the fetal position; crimson light was growing around me. They picked up the floating crystalline diamond and carted it away through the shadowy paths of Chiaroscuro.
I relived my life, moments of joy and laughter while I lay inside. I watched myself grow from the precocious and mischievous child that tormented my parents and excited other children to the defiant fifteen year old. I relived those moments, the love and joy, the times that I had thought lost forever. I was a happy child, full of energy, affectionate and loving. In fact I made it a point to kiss everyone I met that I was friends with on the cheek. It got me quite the reputation. Being a girl who grew into her beauty I was always wondering why my parents would hide me when soldiers came. It was because of this that I ended up abused, afraid, and sad. I had slipped from my house one day and started talking with one of the soldier, my intent was to get him to chase me, have a little fun with the man. But before I could do anything to create this scenario he grabbed me and covered my lips. I struggled and all that but in the end I was bound and take away. It still hadn’t dawned on me that I might be in serious trouble. I bothered these men when I was tossed in a cage, I tormented them and things. And then more girls joined me in my cell, and they grew angrier at my antics. I didn’t damage my physically, they said it was for clients that I remain untainted and unmarred. This was the start of my downfall, happiness turned to sorry, trust became fear, the world and its gods were too unfair.
Suddenly I’m standing on a hill of green plains and colorful flowers, the warm wind playing with my long jet black hair, I am wearing nothing, only me, the flowers and the sun. “Where am I?”
A voice speaks, “You are in a place of your memories, it will protect you.”
I look around twirling as I go but see no sign of the voice. “Who…” as the words leave my lips as woman stands before me, her body gleaming with metal and essence, intense crimson eyes stare at me, I couldn’t tell if she was armored or not, but I could tell she was not clothed in the natural sense. Strange letters run along her voluptuous and shapely sides, lines and diagrams of some sort mark her arms and legs. “Why…”
She steps forward, “Because time is running short for me. I have only one chance, a chance to change what could be. You must not go to Malfeas, you must not trust your fellow Infernals, most of all the Yozi named The Ultimate Darkness must not win the coming war.”
I shake my head, “I don’t understand, what are these things?” She frowns deeply and approaches me.
“Witness for yourself and heed my warnings.” She grabs my wrist and pulls me close
A flash of memories assault my mind, darkness, misery, atrocities. Fire and smoke, dead and the dying, the twisted and the mad. She stands there… or do I, amongst the ruins of Chiaroscuro, her crimson light is the only light here, she is the only thing standing. A tear trickles from her face, I feel a nearly overwhelming sorrow and fear, a feeling that mirrored my own. “End the cycle…”
“SHE IS MINE! BE GONE GNAT!” The new voice is strong, powerful and it assaults us. I am yanked from the memory and pain strikes at every part of me. I’m falling and darkness engulfs me. My memories a bleeding from me and there is nothing I can do, every point of my life is fading but I do not fight to hold to them, I lay in the darkness and close my eyes, perhaps I would die?
I push through the darkness suddenly, feeling a slimy wetness around me, I push through thickness and wetness my fingers scratching at a hard surface. I struggle hard and time passes though I cannot tell. Instinct drives me now, with the desire to break free I slam and push, scratching and pushing and then it gives way, and a wet light mocha colored slender hand slips through the cracks I push and the other hand and arm slips through. I push my head through following my arms and then my shoulders, the material hold me gives away and my large breast brush against the open as I stand fully, I take a deep breath of precious air and I shake back my wealth of hair. The warm wetness of the place that I had been trickles slowly from my form. My now crimson eyes take in the scene around me and I see death, a dozen slain black cloaked lay in a pool of their blood. I step from the shattered diamond and gently rest my bare feet against the floor. The blood was fresh, their murderers were nowhere to be found.
“Hello,” I say and smile enjoying the sound of lilting voice, “Where am I? Who am I?”
A voice chuckles, “Precious. This is so precious. A woman slips from the shadows her leather armored form drawing my eyes to her. “Do you not recall your own name?”
“I am sorry,” I tell her and tip toe around the blood pools, towards her. “Can you help me?”
“You should have something to tell you these things,” the woman says with a pleasant smile which hides a cunning quirk. “Go ahead, ask it.”
I tilt my head and close my eyes. “Who am I?”
“Aya Crystalis,” came the calm reply, “you are the Passionate Caress, the Silken Kiss.”
And I look to the woman. “Thank you,” I tell her with a seductive smile. “May I know you?” She smiles and takes from the nearby wall a discarded black robe.
“That depends, sweetie, on what you will do with your power. The power of the Yozi.”
“What do I want,” I ask curiously and run my hands along my form and sighing happy to be free of flaw, free of pain, free of sadness. I was happy to be alive. “I nod, I want to protect people I want them to feel no fear, no pain, no sorrow. If I have the power do this then it shall be.”
“You are certainly confident. Very well, I shall travel with you for a while. I’m sure this robe will not satisfy you and I will not be satisfied until you are set appropriately on your chosen path.”
And so it was I joined with the woman who was called Smiling Rose and began to learn of a world that I had forgotten. A sense of hope filled, a hope for a bright future, it would just take a bit of time to make that bright future.
Remove Misery, Pain, and Hate from the World
Unknown at the Moment.
Cecelyne (Reverence), Her beautiful appearance (Pride), People (Loving Concern), Negative feelings (Dislike), Misery (hate), Pain (dislike), Her power (Careless Abandon) [1 Scene Eroding], Elegance's 'Truth' (Confused Doubt) [Building?], Primal Elegance (Addicting Fascination)
A swirling torrent of silver sands, flashing among the sands is a frenzy of red and black lightning silhouetting an winged demoness.
She Who Lives In Her Name
VIRTUES, WILLPOWER, ESSENCE
Artifact •• (Discreet Essence Armor Orichalcum, gifted to her by Smiling Rose after a month of getting Aya comfortable with being with power and keeping it in check.)
Past Life ••••• (Instead of reflecting a potentially righteous or broken Solar, this reflects Aya's desperate Devil Tiger from a ruined future that shoved a fragment of herself into Aya during her Exaltation. Where Current Aya is a ball of optimism and pleasure her future self is a self loathing desperate woman who will wreck Aya's or her allies plan's if they are not in her future self's idea of how to fix the future. Luckily Aya has succeeded so far to keep control of herself.)
Manse ••• (A vitriol aspected manse in the jungles of the South East, it is a black gold Pyramid with four twisted malfean iron pillars that spark with essence, with the help of Smiling Rose she acquired the strange harmonizing manse. The manse comes with a Stone of the Chrysalis which she uses to disguise herself from time to time.)
Unwoven Coadjutor ••• (Ara'Desirae, this Sukari demoness
like all of her sisters are seductive predators, manipulators of information and wills, they are the assassins, thieves, and Information gatherers of Malfeas, and when they become attached to a person it generally lasts till the person is dead. Ara'Dessirae is affectionate and uses the gentle soft manipulations of love and lust to direct Aya in areas where Cecelyne deems important. When Cecelyne is not prodding Aya to action Ara'Desirae attempts to forge of Aya to be more like the Sukari.)
Last edited by Illyceria : 11-19-2012 at 11:11 PM.