Post by Kazumi O'Connor on Jul 4, 2012 23:24:56 GMT -6
OOC: Due to the fact that my posts would be pretty short with Cyn I am just gonna post for her in my posts with Kaz, unless there are any objections.
Cynara would scream out as she felt the shard of glass cutting into her, a little jerk of her body, weak as it might have been, given as she tried to wiggle herself free from under the tiny brunette atop of her. She didn't know why this girl was getting so much pleasure out of hurting her...She didn't understand any of this. All she knew was that she hurt so badly that her body was on the verge of simply shutting down, passing out....It would make it easier, it would make it stop...but she also knew that if she stopped fighting she might very well die.
That last little shred of hope being given to the chance that they might yet leave her alive, if just barely. Though, if she were to face the truth of the situation, she would have to admit to herself that she was not going to be walking away.
Though, the girl then spoke to the boy....the one that Cynara could only assume to be her lover or whatever. She had not heard them refer to each other as brother and sister and though she knew of Kazumi Badoer, she did not place the girl atop her as being such. No, to her, right now, they were strangers....and a living nightmare she wanted so desperately to escape from.
Nyx would giggle slightly, her fingers running through the blood, that now pooled upon the girl's stomach and spilled off down her sides. She would never grow tired of the way that blood felt as it poured from another person and over her fingers, or across her flesh. The texture, the warmth...it was all enough to send a shiver down her spine...
Yet, even as she played, even as she felt the girl starting to try and jerk away, she would focus her attention upon Belial as he seemed to take an interest in what she had said. Though, to be honest, at first she wasn't sure why he would. Though, as his question came forth and he asked her to demonstrate, she would find herself more than happy to oblige.
Bringing her bloodied hand up from the girl's stomach, she would turn it so that she was exposing her wrist to her own mouth. A little growl as she fought the urge to lick away the blood that dripped from her hand, and instead turned her head and opened her mouth. Those four sharp canines piercing into her flesh and drawing forth her own blood now. The blood that had been changed that day that she was shot by her Mother's security guard, the day that she learned she had the ability not only to heal but to heal others.
Quickly she would use her other hand to snatch the blond's head up by her hair, forcing her head back so that she could then press her bleeding wrist to the girls lips. It took a moment, the girl struggling hard to not drink and to pull away, but eventually a bit of the blood made it down her throat. Sure enough, the wounds on her face as well as some of the cuts on her body began to heal. "See? If I kept going she would be all better."
But she wouldn't, quickly snatching her wrist back and licking at the wound she had created. She would not be able to heal herself from her own blood, but that was okay. It wasn't like she was going to die from four little puncture wounds. Those amethyst and crimson eyes shifting to her brother as she would grin rather wickedly. "I could keep her going for hours if I really, really wanted to. Though, I would need blood to recharge myself." She pursed her lips, her nose scrunching up slightly as she would just sit there for a moment, never releasing the girl's hair since she knew that the little bitch would have a bit more energy in her now...Which was apparent as her struggling became a bit more forceful.
Cynara would scream out as she felt the shard of glass cutting into her, a little jerk of her body, weak as it might have been, given as she tried to wiggle herself free from under the tiny brunette atop of her. She didn't know why this girl was getting so much pleasure out of hurting her...She didn't understand any of this. All she knew was that she hurt so badly that her body was on the verge of simply shutting down, passing out....It would make it easier, it would make it stop...but she also knew that if she stopped fighting she might very well die.
That last little shred of hope being given to the chance that they might yet leave her alive, if just barely. Though, if she were to face the truth of the situation, she would have to admit to herself that she was not going to be walking away.
Though, the girl then spoke to the boy....the one that Cynara could only assume to be her lover or whatever. She had not heard them refer to each other as brother and sister and though she knew of Kazumi Badoer, she did not place the girl atop her as being such. No, to her, right now, they were strangers....and a living nightmare she wanted so desperately to escape from.
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Nyx would giggle slightly, her fingers running through the blood, that now pooled upon the girl's stomach and spilled off down her sides. She would never grow tired of the way that blood felt as it poured from another person and over her fingers, or across her flesh. The texture, the warmth...it was all enough to send a shiver down her spine...
Yet, even as she played, even as she felt the girl starting to try and jerk away, she would focus her attention upon Belial as he seemed to take an interest in what she had said. Though, to be honest, at first she wasn't sure why he would. Though, as his question came forth and he asked her to demonstrate, she would find herself more than happy to oblige.
Bringing her bloodied hand up from the girl's stomach, she would turn it so that she was exposing her wrist to her own mouth. A little growl as she fought the urge to lick away the blood that dripped from her hand, and instead turned her head and opened her mouth. Those four sharp canines piercing into her flesh and drawing forth her own blood now. The blood that had been changed that day that she was shot by her Mother's security guard, the day that she learned she had the ability not only to heal but to heal others.
Quickly she would use her other hand to snatch the blond's head up by her hair, forcing her head back so that she could then press her bleeding wrist to the girls lips. It took a moment, the girl struggling hard to not drink and to pull away, but eventually a bit of the blood made it down her throat. Sure enough, the wounds on her face as well as some of the cuts on her body began to heal. "See? If I kept going she would be all better."
But she wouldn't, quickly snatching her wrist back and licking at the wound she had created. She would not be able to heal herself from her own blood, but that was okay. It wasn't like she was going to die from four little puncture wounds. Those amethyst and crimson eyes shifting to her brother as she would grin rather wickedly. "I could keep her going for hours if I really, really wanted to. Though, I would need blood to recharge myself." She pursed her lips, her nose scrunching up slightly as she would just sit there for a moment, never releasing the girl's hair since she knew that the little bitch would have a bit more energy in her now...Which was apparent as her struggling became a bit more forceful.