// An Enduring Fantasy //

[Jazzi]

Treading 'pon the turf.
The rhythmic melody that freedom sings,
though all too often through pursed lips.

Patronizing nickers out into an echoing landscape.
All for nothing.
Hardened her into the cold, cunning relentless rose she is today.
All roses have their thorns.

Pure pearl, marble canvas stretched over her petite, agile frame.
Inked kissers parted as if to sing, but no song is emitted.
The silence is painful.
Antagonizing.
Torture.

An elegant halt, as her pale fascade is tilted to meld with the sun.
The dulling light of sunset is upon her.
A flick of her silken cord.
Hatred is shown in many different ways.

You can hate something.
But she doesn't hate.
She is hard.
She is cold.
Somewhat distant.

No sound is heard.
She is silent.
All is still at her presence.

Chaos is upon us.

[Demon//Wing(Zeb)]

Fascination rippled through the stag's well-toned musles as dark voids danced over the femme's elegant frame. A gentle smirk passed his blackened kissers as he could almost feel the ice coming of the vixen. Crown raised, Lucifer smoothly trotted forward, daggers digging into the earth. His whip raised and then came down harshly 'pon his own hinderquaters.

As he made his way from the shaodws and towards the vix, he held an air of command, an air of confidence and leadership, but most of all, an air of the tainted that followed all those bound for hell. He stopped in front of the mare, giving her a slight nod. It wasn't a sign of respect nor a sign of weakness, but simply a formal greeting.
Hello, vix. You reside in my lands, the lands of the King of the hell bound. Do you know this?he rumbled, voids fixed 'pon her face. Front dagger lifted and then shot forward, digging at the ground benieth it. It wasn't an agressive move, just a move to exercise his frotn leg, which always seemed to be tense.

[Jazzi]

A bronc's approach.
Right on cue, like every time.
But of course, she knew this all too well.
The same old, same old.

A flick of her crown to acknowledge his presence, but nothing more.
Leaders proved themselves in her eyes.
No one gained her respect without a trial of their abilities.

No, bronc, t'was unknown to me until now.
But I have no need to know who calls himself King.
Wherever royalty is, I am there.

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She was not modest.
Nor humble.
Nor trustworthy.
Nor patient.
Simply, undescribable.

Her history was sublime, to say the least.
Running off many, from Desert Fantasy to Yura.
Gaining the title of Queen of the Hell Bounds where shadows danced among the hills.
The respect of her King.
And of course, her King's armada.

She was purely and simply, royalty.

&ooc;

All of that is true.
It was at an old website, though.[/center]

[Demon//Wing(Zeb)]

Lucifer nodded his head in understnading. He, of course, knew he would have to prove himself as a king and a leader. He wouldn't shy from the task, he never shied from anything and this was no diffrent.
I understand.
You do not have to call me king nor a leader as you are not under my rule. He gave another nod and moved forward a few steps. He paused, stretching out his silence.
Though I grant you entrance and a safe dwell here in my land. He gave a slight lilt of his head and backed a few paces to give her the room she needed. With a snort, he buried his ebony nose in the grass and munched on the blades there.

[Jazzi]

This was.. different.
Odd.
A tad awkward, at that.
She snorted in defiance as she was ignored.

The spotlight had been shifted, an she did not like it.
Pawing the earth with a marble hued talon, inked lips parted to nicker fervently.

I am afraid I did not catch your tag.

Unused to be ignored, she was.
Catered to as a queen, cared for and in the spotlight.
Always.
Her whims always saw to.

Thorns swiveled to catch his response, curved and elegant, as if carved to fit perfectly atop her dished crown.
Tossing her dial, ivory locks danced before pits of coal marble.

She was not one to be in the background, unnoticed.

[Demon//Wing(Zeb)]

Lucifer lifted his bulky head and turned it to her. He paused for a moment, chewing on the last bit of blades in his mouth and then swallowing. He shifted his large weight back toward her and again paused.

That is because I did not speak it. Another pause, this one tainted with what seemed like hesitation.

I am of the Lucifer's bloodline, and my cursing is Lucifer's Demon. He finally told her.

[Jazzi]

A raised brow accompanied her answer.
Ivory cord slapped her flanks gently, the breeze sweeping her locks into its clutches.
Inked paper-thins expanded in a sigh of distress.

Unused to getting no answer, she shifted her weight and stepped close to him.
Her hide brushed his shoulder gently as she slipped past him.
Onyx pits surveyed the land intently.

Banner brushed his pelt flirtatiously, though she did not face him.
Even in her gaze, it was beautiful.
Yet, tainted.
A mysterious haze hung over it.

Lucifer's Demon, it is.
I am tagged So-Called Chaos.
You may address me as Chaos.

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She said it as though it were a privilege.
And indeed, in her eyes it was.

So, then, shall I get the grand tour?[/color]

Features bent in a seductive smirk as she turned to face him, at last.[/center]

[Demon//Wing(Zeb)]

Lucifer snorted and shifted his weigth away from the vix. WEll toned muscles twitched beneith the blackened pelt as skin met skin. As her banner brushed across his broad back, the brutish stag in him swell and with little effort, he osuhed it down into the very depths of his soul.

Darken voids eyed the feeme as she turned watching the smirk crossed her lips. A simple eyebrow was raised. Other than that, the flirtatous move brought no reaction from him. He move forward at a collect trot and then stopped few paces ahead of her.

As you wish. I cannot deny a vixen her desire. Lucifer said with a gentle whinny.

[Jazzi]

A seductive smirk crossed her lips.
She turned, flicking her cord.
Petite flints drummed gently over the earth.
A halt, turning.

Lead the way, then, won't you?

Her tone matched the smirk.
Seductive.
Brilliant.
All that she was.

[Demon//Wing(Zeb)]

Lucifer rasied a simple eybrow, but only snorted at her tone. With a gentle swing of his banner, he engaged into a slow canter, loping towards the north side of the valley. With auds flicking back every so often to see if she was indeed following, he made his way towards the edge of his secret valley. He stopped before the tree and waited for her to catch up, muslces twitching beneith his pelt to rid himself of flies.

We go only a little in for out first stop. It shall not be long. He told her with a slight nod.

[Jazzi]

Unquestioning, she tagged along at his hindquarters.
Slender limbs carried her torso above the earth with elegance.
Her step was sure, unfaltering.
Sash bounced along with her jouncing step.

Crown dipped in understanding as they continued along the path.
Void-like optics scanned his muscular frame with interest.
She stayed close, not hesitating to brush his pelt with her shoulder.
Ivory pelt glistened like new-fallen snow.

[Demon//Wing(Zeb)]

Lucifer toke anotehr look at her and then bounded into the forest with a great stride. After a few moments, he stopped in front of a clear pond. Well, it was too big to be a pond and yet too small to be a lake. The surface was still, except when a frog surfaced or one of the snow white lilies moved with the wind. Kucifer paused, watchign her out of the corner of his orbs and then moved into the water with sure footing. Once the water was up to his knees, he turne dback and nodded towards the flowers dotting the bank. They were a beauiful light purple, seemingly harmless and dilious looking.

I would not suggest you eat those, unless you wish to take an early trip to death. He told her, a smirk twitching on his lips.
Even a elegant place like this has it's taint. the flowers, though beautiful, were poison. thus the small lake had been dubbed Unseen Evil. He loved it.

[Jazzi]

A snort of defiance as he ignored her obvious attempts of seduction.
She was not brushed away quite so easily.
Stony optics scanned the bank soberly, lips curling in hesitation.
The water lapped gently at the sandy banks.

A few paces separated her from the black depths.
She dared venture no further.
Marble flints embedded their mark into the receiving earth.
Muscles tensed beneath her sweat-beaded pelt.

A nod.
A change of position.
A gentle breeze lifted the weeping heads of the deadly flowers.
Their stems bent, whithered, yet undoubtedly beautiful.

Every rose has its thorn, I suppose, liege.

Lips twitched slightly.
Parting to reveal scarlet fangs.
Her tone was elevated.
The flowers were not the point of her remark.

[Demon//Wing(Zeb)]

Lucifer nodded and then moved from the depths of the pool.

This is true, m'lady. Though I am curious, what are your thorns? Lucifer moved forward till he was standing right in front of her, darkened voids studing her with a dangerous intensity. He toke another slow step forward.

What makes you dangerous? he murmured.

[Jazzi]

Heat came off of her in waves as he stepped closer to her.
She shook slightly, though managed to maintain her composure.
Icy cool gaze lifted, scanning his expressionless features.
They revealed nothing.

Brow arched, optics narrowed.
Tension rippled between them in electric currents.
She lifted her maw gently to his ear, so close.
They were near, now, brushing her shoulder to his muscular chest.

Divine will

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she murmured, barely audible, into his ear.
Hesitating, she pulled back only centimeters.[/center]

[Demon//Wing(Zeb)]

As he felt her shake, a smirk crossed his maw. Roughly, he steppped closer, barrled chest bumped against her shoulder. Lips caught a few strands of her mane and he tugged light. He let the strands free and then his fangs roughly nipped at her neck.

Divine will eh? Are oyu the least bit courious as to my throns? Or, the least bit worried? he murmured, leaning his head back and nipping at the tip of her auds.

[Jazzi]

Lips curled gently at the corners.
Ivory cord mingled with his ebony.
Hell's deadly angel, hell's brute.
As one.

Natural.
As if it had been meant to be.
Slowly, she withdrew her chiseled fascade.
The gentle tug on her tussles of silken drape.

Gifted, was she, in the art of manipulation.
Coal optics met his icy cool gaze.
Unblinking, unwaivering.
Courageous, independent.

You could read her from the inside out.
But she was still a mystery.
Like an 8-year-old with a puzzle.
Just a little too grown up for him to understand.

I think I'll manage.
Poser.
Dominatrix.
People-pleaser.
I've dealt with it all.
But you..
You are the first...

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Her voice trailed off, gently.
A flicker of vulnerability through her eyes.
Then the stony mask slid back over.
She withdrew her crown, taking a step back.

The first to believe that even the hell bounds have hearts, relentless of our.. beliefs.[/color][/center]

[Demon//Wing(Zeb)]

Lucifer snorted as she moved back. H e left her and trodded back into the water. Shaking his crown, black whipchords slapping harshly against his quivering neck.

Our beliefs were based on something one stag believed. I don't follow the teaching of oters. Just my own calling. Lucifer told her, banner swaying as he turned his crown from her.

I am not evil, nor am I vile. I am dark and there is a diffrence.Lucifer gave a low whinny and a gentle rumble that sounded like a sigh.

[Jazzi]

A slight nod.
Optics traced the borders of the pond smoothly.
Small waves lapped at the shore.
An ember of fear flared in her eyes.

No movements accompanied the flare.
It died down, optics taking on a hollow, petrified stare.
She lifted her crown defiantly.
Cord flicking softly.

As everyone should, liege. As everyone should.

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She lifted her gaze to meet his.

Ignorance is bliss..[/color]

she murmured, so soft.
Barely loud enough for him to hear.[/center]

[Demon//Wing(Zeb)]

Lucifer turned his crown towards her. With questioning eyes, move swiftly move forward till he closed the distance between them.

Tell me, lady vix, what does that mean? he asked, a rumble soudning his his chest as he survayed her with a soft stare.