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Post by Eto on Mar 25, 2016 5:09:54 GMT
Eto stopped running outside the Manor, his jaw had been reset when he'd fed but there was obvious bruising and damage done to his face. He'd fed enough to be functional, but he refused to feed enough to hide the bruising. The guard seeing his expression simply waved him in, and the Assamite walked with purpose to the door. He hadn't bothered to change his outfit. He wore his customary black cloak with gold trim, instead of it wrapping around his form, hiding him. He'd let it flow out behind him, revealing his weapons for the world to see. His customary sunglasses were missing, ruby eyes absolutely blazing with a furious red light.
He had sense enough to push open the doors rather than slam them open. Unbridled, hot rage filled the room, the temperature rising rapidly from the frigid cold the oddly titled prince usually kept the manor. Those eyes slid over the inhabitants of the room. Eto was just this side of tired, and furious. Whether a gust of wind would knock him down or send him into a rage was hardly determinable.
The roots of his hair had turned an oily black, and anyone in the room who could feel beasts, would be very well aware of how close the Assamite was to just letting go, loosing his beast on the world. Let everything else be damned. Again those Ruby eyes surveyed the room, if one were to look closely enough, they could see flecks of black in their normally brilliantly clear red.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 25, 2016 5:23:33 GMT
Amy was sitting on her plush brown couch, a blanket tossed idly across her lap. She had taken a book from her library, written in an archaic language long since dead. Octavian had retired and was most likely waiting for her, but she had opted to finish a book she had read time and time again.
She startled as the doors swung open and the rage washed over her, almost like a physical force. She looked up, eyes wide. It was rare that the Prince showed any emotion at all, and for her to express her shock was even more uncommon. "Mister Vadia?" She questioned, delicately setting her book to one side.
The Beast demanded action. This was an Elysium, after all. Peace was expected, no matter the circumstances. She took a steadying breath and shifted her blanket away, the long skirt of her shimmering nightgown falling to the floor as she raised herself once more to her feet. "What ails you, my friend?"
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Post by Eto on Mar 25, 2016 5:47:41 GMT
Eto's fiery eyes shifted to the prone, oddly titled prince. Oh how easy it would have been right there and then to end her. The troubled Assamite let out a low and dangerous growl, it wasn't directed at her. His control was obviously razor thin. "I killed one of your vampires tonight." The words came out as a growl, there was pure and obvious hostility in his voice, and it was slipping very dangerously into darkness. "Bastard wouldn't stand down." His words were coming out through clenched teeth.
Suddenly both scimitars appeared in his hands, the tips of the blades quivering dangerously, they weren't pointed or threatening anyone, but they were a comfort in his hands. One of the few that the furious creature had left. 'Thud Thud' Just like that both scimitar's were sticking out of her wood floor, quivering with the force of the throw. "Somewhere safe, I don't want to cause any more trouble than I already have Prince." More clenched teeth, fangs obviously bared.
Long thin hands clenched and relaxed as he struggled. "I murdered one of yours, I need to talk to you about it. But I need control." Eto threw his head back and roared his rage at the ceiling. The room rising another few degrees in temperature. "Don..." Eto growled out using every bit of willpower he had left to keep himself from absolutely losing it.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 25, 2016 5:53:48 GMT
Murder. Danger flashed through her icy eyes as he spoke but she did not flinch, even as his swords buried themselves in her floor. She raised both hands slowly towards him, not moving from her place. The couch remained between them, a protective barrier, both for his sake and her own. She had watched him fight but he had never seen the Prince in her element, nor did she wish for him to.
"Mister Vadia. I have a room for you to retire to. I shall summon Don for your purposes, and then we can continue this discussion. Is that acceptable?" It was difficult to maintain her composure through the wild roars of the Beast, but she managed to keep its demands at bay. It wanted blood, any blood, but this was not the time, nor the place. As it was, she'd have to replace her floor. She had no interest in furthering the damage.
With one hand, she motioned to one of the doors. It led to a spacious, comfortable bedroom, obviously furnished for guests. Despite the plush pillows and bed, it was impersonal; there were no knick knacks nor artwork to decorate the walls, and the only piece of furniture that was not necessary was a small desk and accompanying chair. If he would go in, she'd summon his demon companion, sending her straight into the room with very specific instructions. She was not to linger.
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Post by Eto on Mar 25, 2016 7:30:49 GMT
Eto growled and stormed into the room, leaving his precious scimitars and roaring once again. His control was barely there, something had been messing with his head, something had weakened the walls between he and the darkness inside him. Hr didn't trust himself enough to close the door without tearing it off it's hinges. "Thrice damned gah!" His joints popped with the force he was applying to them to keep himself from destroying everything in his view. "Damnit damnit damnit!" The temperature in the room rose to immediately to an oppressive hot.
Eto was hungry, angry, and frayed. It was rare that anyone or anything had the power to even lay a hand on him, but he'd defended the little shit for some reason. No he knew the reason he'd defended him, but he didn't strike with that much force. He'd never struck with that much force, especially when he wasn't trying to kill. He gnashed his teeth angrily, his world seemed to be coming apart at the seams before it had even formed properly. "DAMNIT WHY?!" He roared at the walls, the black flecks in his eyes were slowly starting to form a ring, slowly starting to cover that brilliant red light with dark hate filled malice.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 25, 2016 7:52:04 GMT
Amy was quick to follow Eto, if only to close the door behind him and separate herself from the heat that made her sway on her feet. She shuddered involuntarily at the sensation, the sickness that rushed it's way through her, and leaned against the cold door. Instinct and the Beast were quick to drop the temperature as many degrees as she could as she struggled to catch her breath, but she found herself still, frozen in place.
Within the room, she could hear Eto panicking, cursing, and curiosity pleaded with her to find the reason. Still, she knew the heat would be her undoing. Stumbling back, finally, she made her way towards the couch she had abandoned. Each step was more difficult than the last until, finally, her legs buckled under her.
She collapsed against the ground, her arms falling onto the cushion of the couch. She moaned in agony as heat sickness left her useless and unable to focus. Grabbing hold of one of the throw pillows tossed aside, she pulled it against her face. The fabric felt like ice, familiar and cooling. She rubbed her cheek obsessively against it, the beading beginning to wear her skin thin.
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Post by Don on Mar 25, 2016 7:59:08 GMT
The call interrupted her time in Hell, causing her to spasm uncontrollably. The Princess was practicing with a sword and the blade clattered noisily to the ground as she was yanked, forcefully, from her domain. She screeched as her soul was thrust into a host body, and the host appeared in a burst of Hellfire.
The room Eto was in was vaguely familiar, but the heat was foreign. She shook her head, struggling to get her bearings and figure out why the frosty Prince had summoned her. The suddenness left her with a feeling of vertigo and she swayed slightly, hissing in a dangerous breath.
His cursing reached her ears and she gave a fierce shake of her head, crystalline eyes turning to see her vampiric lover in the thrall of rage. As the kaleidoscope of color melted into the crimson red of demon possession, she stumbled forward a few steps, nearly collapsing on him. "Eto," she muttered, trying to familiarize herself with her human body once again. "Fuck, shit, fuck. Eto. What's wrong?"
Already, she was lifting her wrist to her lips, her fangs sharp and poised. If he didn't stop her, she'd rip into the delicate flesh and let her vitae flow, offering her power to him.
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Post by Eto on Mar 25, 2016 8:13:39 GMT
Eto whirled as soon as Don spoke, his ruby eyes filled with black rage, their crimson light almost completely blotted out. "Don!" Eto moved with that insane speed and his fangs sunk deep into her neck, his arms wrapping around her to support her as he pulled hard, the rush she would normally feel would be elevated, filled with his own personal mix of hate, rage and lust. Eto moaned into her neck and shoulder as he drank, pulling deeply from her. There was no caution in him, no reserve as he drank his fill. He wouldn't drain her host dry, but she would need food, and probably juice, and steak.
Slowly Eto would pull away, some of that ruby light leaking out around the blackness that had taken over so much of h is eyes. "I lost it Don, I killed a bloody Brujah. Finn, Angel." Eto was beginning to work himself up again, only now he had Don's blood in his system, and the power radiating off of him was a mix of both of them. He was charged and ready, ready to do what? He had no idea, he had no direction, he felt stronger, better able to maintain his control. But that precise intensity was lost in the myriad of confused emotions, and that just drove him deeper into anger.
"Something got into my head." He continued to hold her, continued to keep her up. "Don, fuck Don." He burried his face into her neck, into her hair. Brimstone, definitely brimstone. She was Don, if the blood hadn't been enough, the scent most certainly would have been. "Fuck Don, I think I fucked up and I don't know why..." He ground his teeth hard. "Fuck I shouldn't be dumping this on you, especially after..." Spiraling, spiraling was definitely a good definition of what he was doing.
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Post by Don on Mar 25, 2016 8:20:03 GMT
She had her hand raised when he rushed her. She let out a noise of surprise, strangled by the feel of his teeth sinking into his neck. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she had to mesh her fangs together to keep instinct from tearing into him, especially as her knees grew weak. If it weren't for his arms supporting her, she would have crumpled onto the floor.
Don whimpered softly as he let go, reaching out to catch herself on his shoulders. Everything was spinning and she wasn't sure, anymore, where they were. All she knew was that Eto needed her.
"H-hush that. The hell happened? S-start from the beg-ginning-g." She managed to stutter the words out, even as her body threatened to give out, one way or another. "No. Wait. Hold that thought." She jerked forward to kiss him, a rough kiss full of passion, drinking him in for a moment. When she managed to break it, she was panting softly, trying to move to the bed to sit down. Surprisingly, she didn't think she had the energy for a romp, and she still had no clue where they were or why. "Okay," she muttered, eyes closing again. "Now. Start... from the beginning."
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Post by Eto on Mar 25, 2016 10:26:34 GMT
When Don kissed him, Eto almost melted into her form, his lips gentle and loving against hers. It was only when she pulled back did he help her move toward the bed. His eyes were aglow with a bit more red than before and his entire frame seemed to have relaxed, at least a bit. "I went out with Finn and Angel to Club pLace. Some Brujah picked a fight, tried to attack Angel while his back was turned..." Eto closed his eyes and growled low and dangerously. "That's not acceptable." He growled again in frustration.
He wrapped an arm around Don and let out a soft sighing sound, the rage still almost tangible in the room. "I wanted to kill them all, I didn't even try to kill the Brujah, he just... Died..." He gnashed his teeth together after he'd spoken. He hadn't had so little control of his own strength since he was a fledgling.
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Post by Don on Mar 25, 2016 16:59:11 GMT
"And you're worried about how Princely will take it?" She murmured softly, leaning into his frame. She could still smell the ash on his hands, the tell tale smell of death that so often made her feel woozy. Her head fell against his shoulder unceremoniously, exhaustion pulling at her every muscle.
Placing a delicate kiss upon the side of his neck, she let out a tired sort of chuckle. "Don't be worried about that. It sounds like it was in self defense, and Finn was there, and Brujah are hot headed jerks anyhoo."
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Post by Eto on Mar 27, 2016 7:00:19 GMT
Eto ran a frustrated hand through his hair. "Of course... I broke the rules... I don't ever break the rules..." He put his head in his hand, his ruby eyes clearing more and more from the rage that had almost overtaken him. Don would very easily be able to watch the effect of that draining and dwindling rage. Eto swayed a bit as his shoulders lost that rage fueled tightness. The fiery light inside them almost completely vanishing, leaving behind only a dim glow as his body reacted to all the damage it had taken during the course of the evening.
Eto smiled, a genuine heartfelt smile toward his companion, the vampire fucker, and as his eyes closed completely, he'd lean into her. No rage, no fuel, no power, Eto fell asleep. And not the kind of sleep vampires suffer from during the day, but the sleep of a human. His chest rose and fell slowly, his eyes fluttering as he slipped into the realm of dreams. Into a realm of purest joy, and most substantial pain.
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Post by Don on Mar 27, 2016 19:35:32 GMT
As he fell asleep, Don remained wrapped around him, her fingers tracing patterns along his shoulders. He was relaxing, at least, and he would need his sleep. She highly doubted that he would wake before the sun set again, and if she knew Amy, the woman would remain in the living room until she had her answers. Waiting for some time to pass, she eventually let Eto lie back onto the bed, placing a butterfly soft kiss upon his temple, and turned to sneak out.
She made her way into the living room, finding the Prince exactly where she assumed she would be. Wandering over, she cleared her throat so she wouldn't have to get too close, and the two went to the bar to talk. The next night, Amy would still hold Court with Eto, but at least she'd be able to return to her husband for the day, and Don would take care of her lover until he was ready to have that conversation.
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