Disgrace

[23:59] A minor glare is thrown towards Sibylle as her playful, loud nature seems to catch him in the moment. If he was like a child with their hand in the cookie jar, he looked every bit the part.

Lemuria sits herself up as much as she can from the situation, but doesn't make it...well, too far. A hand is there, offered to help her up. Although more than anything it will be doing the exact opposite.

Seequor's claws clutch against the front of her shirt and give her a solid yank, lifting the poor witch up if she wasn't within her right senses. He'd even toss her over the shoulder, eager to move outside.

"It's not, but there's another nut I'm trying to crack, and it's got your name on it."

If unimpeded, or not stopped, they will be going out of the tower now. . .
(Seequor)
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[00:00] "..." She remains caught within the grasp of the happenings around her. Sheer curiosity found within the way her head tilts briefly within the direction of the voracious tiger- who opted to simply 'assault' the woman for little to no reason. But instead of fighting, the woman seemed to simply take the vicious blow- which would only make the Nephalem cringe slightly when the rocks make way for her head.

Either way, when she wasn't paying attention to Seequor's reckless antics, she would be half way caught within the drama happening between Ame'Vel and Sibylle…

"Hm.."

Either way, for now, she just eases herself within the direction of the tiger. Mostly watching for now.
(Batista)
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[00:02] El leans upon a stone pillar and watches.
(El)
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[00:02] Daemia pulls out a wooden die and rolls it down a step, she was absently listening to the points made however.
(Daemia Hexis)
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[00:03] Daemia Hexis says, "Bad luck."
[00:05] "... I will allow no hands to touch upon what is mine. Such a fact will not so much as change for even a moment." His only response to the situation at hand, attention having drifted from those sights now. Clear as could be, they would not allow for any sense of wavering.

Those many eyes now focused upon Seequor, plain and dull expression watching as the tiger aim to move.

"She may be our Seer, but Sibylle ever remains my Witch. No hands shall touch upon her, except my very own." His voice allowed to linger and hang against the open air, not so much as a single sound spilling outwards. This one point needing driven home clear as could be.

"... I'll not argue anything else. Whatever decisions the rest of you should so reach with Lord Veles."

Simple as.
(Douma)
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[00:06] Ame'Vel says, "That's fine by me, if my monster comes for the Scythe. You can fight me, while they fight as it should be from the start."
[00:08] Sibylle's head dipped to the left curious, as Ame'Vel spoke. Of course, the Witch was listening intently, and allowed the Demon to finish before she spoke up in return. Gone were those giggles and those unnerving smiles. The fidgety and flighty nature of the Witch had all but been abandoned.

"Oh. No. I'm sorry, Lady Vel! You thought I lost my mind - maybe I have, I'm not sure. But if I have I assure you I lost it a lonnnnnng time ago! Perhaps in Osrona, no?" Those large brown eyes of hers focusing so clearly upon the Wolf before she continued so sweetly, "I am quite capable of controlling myself, my apologies if I misled you with my acts!~" She said, a smile soon enough gracing her lips.

"It's just an act, really! Sometimes I fall far into characters and personalities that aren't even my own. Please do accept my most humble apologies, won't you? In addition, as I have said - if Eudocia wishes tospeak with me, she can find me here. I never see her in Theria so perhaps it would be easier for her to.... Come here?" She said, a finger pointing down to the ground, indicating the tower.

Her gaze shifted towards Seequor and Lemuria and then back towards Ame'Vel.

"Why do you call her your monster? She is a Witch just as I! She praises the Dark Lord just as I! I remember when she jingled and jangled and sometimes got buried underneath."
(Sibylle)
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[00:10] Sibylle says, "And yes, you are right in that I located the first shard easily enough without the Scythe - but.... Well. It's hard to describe."
[00:12] Where Ame'Vel's speech is grand, the naga rarely finds itself using many words. A rare occurrence, that wouldn't be happening on this evening. "Hm." Thankfully, before being forced to do much of anything, they come to terms she enjoys.

"Agreeable."

She sniffs, smelling El from a mile away. Looking around for the wolf prince, before failing to see him. Regardless, she does provide a simple answer to Ame'Vel.

"Because. Mordred isn't dead. And this will be remedied." While there was more too his, far much more, she'd leave it at that.

Calm as ever, she shifts her gaze to Seequor and Lemuria.

"And this is precisely why we're hunting rabbits, later."
(Veles)
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[00:12] Sibylle says, "..."
[00:12] Sibylle exclaims, "RABBITS?!"
[00:12] Sibylle says, "I used to be a rabbit you know."
[00:12] Sibylle exclaims, "I still have my mask, too!"
[00:13] Douma asks, "... You were a rabbit?"
[00:13] Daemia Hexis asks, "Rabbits?"
[00:13] Sibylle exclaims, "... Yes!"
[00:14] Douma says, "I see."
[00:14] So it came to fighting again, huh? And this time, she didn't have the insurance she did before?

So be it.

As much as she wasn't a fighter, she was still prepared to fight should the need arise. And in this case, the need very much did arise. She stood up and dusted herself off, taking a moment or two to collect herself before walking away with Seequor to the outside of the tower, mentally preparing herself for whatever was about to happen.

Luckily, she wasn't slurring her words anymore.
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[00:18] "And with thiss- the conversation is no longer needing its presence. It desires to rest. So many battles ahead, so many fleeting moments in which it will gain the opportunity house while it ss- Soul sings."

A single hand is waved in hopes of separating itself from those present. Justas always, Versail could only stand to be a semi-social creature for so long.

"Farewell, kin."
(Versail)
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[00:19] Sibylle says, "Bye bye Versail have a good....."
[00:19] Sibylle asks, "Rest?"
[00:19] So she wasn't losing her mind? Getting carried away was understandable, a trait most humans seem to find themselves falling victim too. But it was good to hear the respect remained, as it should.

"Hm, good. And if she does come here, I expect it to be discussed properly between you two. As I typically have no care for a weapon that isn't of my own power, you see?" Douma is given a gaze, was she being extra feisty towards him? She still had her own problems to bring up with him, but she would much rather wait until he healed from his last encounter.

Now, her attention finds Veles again. "Mmm... So you want to bring them back? Why would you want to bring back just another demon, what do you plan to even gain from such an endeavor? We have ourselves, we should be focusing on that. Focusing on how we grow and adapt, unless you plan to consume him, I see no point in it."

Wooden arms rise up, covering her mouth again. Only eyes do the talk, as they shift around and gaze at each person present. Some probably not even caring for the situation, which was understandable.

"Hmm..." But a question has been asked, one that brings her attention back onto Sibylle. Why did they call Eudocia their monster? "I have a lot of reasons to claim them as my monster, but I will give you the simplest one. Ever since we have arrived on Esshar, many humans do not know how to act. By being rude or cowering behind others, the sheer disrespect and vile behavior they perform is unacceptable!

Ahh... But she had always been so great, for someone that claims they would never accept being under any other. To say such sweet things and be respectful, even after she had cut my stomach open while I was weak. Constant respect, and was prepared to put themselves forward to make any kneel for me. No... They can't be anything human, to be acting in such a grand way. That's why... They are my monster."

Jingle Jangle? Buried? Those things could explain why Eudocia goes into temporary death beneath her bed when she rests. A question for another time!
(Ame'Vel)
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[00:19] Sibylle asks, "Sleep?"
[00:20] Versail says, "It will find a nice pool to wade in. Unwind."
[00:21] Sibylle says, "..."
[00:21] Sibylle says, "I get it because you're a snake."
[00:21] Ame'Vel says, "I wonder if our old one still remains? You could go check."
[00:21] Sibylle says, "So you unwi-... I'll shut up now."
[00:21] Versail says, "That... Would be nice."
[00:21] Versail slithers off...
(Versail)
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[00:22] Douma whispers something.
[00:22] Holds up a small flag.

'Bust your nut, Seequor.' Is written on it.

He waves them around, plain expression ever the same.
(Douma)
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[00:23] She slapped the sign out of his hands!
(Sibylle)
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[00:23] Douma blinks!
(Douma)
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[00:23] Douma says, "... I had those pre-made."
[00:23] Sibylle says, "........"
[00:23] Sibylle asks, "Why?"
[00:26] Douma says, "For this moment."
[00:26] Douma says, "When he finally gets to drag someone off to his den."
[00:26] Sibylle says, ".... He isn't -..."
[00:26] Sibylle exclaims, "No!"
[00:27] Douma asks, "Hm?"
[00:27] Sibylle says, "That isn't happening."
[00:27] Sibylle asks, "Lemuria is like way cooler than that, okay?"
[00:27] Douma says, "... I do not mind it, so much."
[00:27] Douma says, "I encourage it, if anything."
[00:27] Douma says, "Perhaps it will curb his unrelenting lust."
[00:27] Sibylle says, "......"
[00:28] Sibylle cupped her hands around her mouth before calling out to the woman,

"HE TRIED TO FUCK YOUR SISTER!"
(Sibylle)
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[00:28] Lemuria Augustus exclaims, "Holy shit! I am about as angry at him as I am at every other man in Esshar!"
[00:28] Lemuria Augustus exclaims, "I must do something about this!"
[00:28] Sibylle exclaims, "DO IT!"
[00:28] Sibylle exclaims, "NEUTER HIM!"
[00:28] Douma says, "... We are on opposing sides."
[00:28] Sibylle asks, "Surprising?"
[00:28] Maeve clears her throat.
(Maeve Illumir)
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[00:32] Really, he wonders if this was fate, or something like it. Didn't people enjoy clinging to things like this? When they found interest somewhere, it nestled itself into them, never leaving them.

For the given moment, he appears to observe Lumeria as she properly stands before him. This time, there was no cowardice, she faced him head on. Without the need to send so many others before him!

And, like before, a brilliant shade of stardust overtakes him. His bones bend, his flesh stretches, and ligaments snap in place to receive the proper transformation!

"Tell me, really fast. Did you think we operated like your kind? Were you hoping for someone to step in and beat me up for you? Or weather me down? I have to know. Did you think. . I wouldn't claim my prize?"

Seequor gives the woman a leering stare, eyes roaming from toe to head, and the very reverse.
(Seequor)
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[00:34] Lemuria Augustus exclaims, "I did not really desire or expect anything! However!"
[00:34] Lemuria Augustus exclaims, "Come and claim what you can, Seequor!"
[00:40] Maeve shook her head as she watched Lemuria. Very uncoordinated. She's proud of the Tiger.
(Maeve Illumir)
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[00:40] Seequor says, "Ahuhuhu.."
[00:40] Maeve Illumir says, "Oh me, oh my."
[00:40] Sibylle says, "........"
[00:40] Sibylle says, "Oh."
[00:40] Maeve grinned a little.
(Maeve Illumir)
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[00:41] Douma claps.
(Douma)
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[00:45] Metztli says, "..."
[00:45] Metztli says, "Ah. As the Shengese say."
[00:45] Metztli says, "Nottu dis shittagin."
[00:49] His visage is hidden amongst the darkness of the area, as well as the bushes nearby. They work to conceal him from the Shadow Magi, her illusions quite as deadly as they always had been. Yet the keyword is try, because as much as he tries to be that predator that stalks its prey, waiting for the right moment, that right time..?

He was a large white and blue tiger, with the blustering waves of yellow and blue surrounding him from the cosmos. He wasn't exactly easy to hide. Therefore, with a sudden desire to simply get it over with, Seequor charges and makes quick work of Lemuria's clone, first.

An illusion it remains, and thus it will feel no pain as his rows f fangs work to rip her throat out from her neck, fluid, pulp and red simply decorating him for simply a mere moment before it fades.

After that? They meet again, with the eventuality of it all coming out in Seequor's favor. The Tiger of Blue pounces, properlythis time, a feat he could not do when hampered by battle wounds and exhaustion.

A paw lays against her center, the other? directly in the middle of her chest. If Tiger's could, he's grinning a small, tiny thing, roaring proudly into her likely exhausted features. She wouldn't be getting up from this, not without his say so.

So when the Tiger lies his nose against her throat, her true throat, he inhales and notes the sweet smell of occultism there, the tingling in his spine dancing all the way up and down.

A hurdle had been crossed.

"You're all mine, now."

He purrs it against Lemuria's chin before pulling back and reverting to this, his 'appropriate self'. With the bright glow of both his sword and his aurora, the Blue Tiger seems to lift her by the hair with a hand, fingers clutching her auburn like locks tightly whilst raising her to eye level.

"It was great fun, but--really. I don't know what you were thinking. The game's over though, I'm the winner. My prize? You."
(Seequor)
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[00:52] Maeve Illumir says, "<Seequor won't behave. Off Lemuria goes to his cave.>"
[01:02] This really was what she was missing her whole life.

The excitement. The euphoria. The desire. And, eventually? The fear.

But rather than fading, happening one by one, and pacing themselves, they all hit her at once. As her loss became more and more inevitable, she found herself growing more and more excited. Eager. Longing. For what, exactly, even she did not know.

"Even now... I can see it!"

"I can see why people love this so much, why they revel in it!"

She found herself pounced, and with it, a giggle left her lips. Even now, she was beaming with excitement and joy over finally uncovering something she had been avoiding her whole life. Even in the face of unfathomable danger, when she was lifted up by her hair and Seequor made his declaration...

She did not feel like she lost.

She was still afraid, make no mistake. Terrified, even. But it was juxtaposed with an equal amount of euphoria, causing a symphony of conflicting emotions within her mind that she did not know how to express. So when she did finally express something...

"TAKE YOUR PRIZE, SEEQUOR! I AM ALL YOURS!"

...she chose excitement, as little sense as it might make.
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[01:02] Sibylle says, ".... Oh."
[01:02] If there was one thing the bat simply couldn't allow, it was for Seequor to take her Witch. They were pacted. And because they were pacted, there were advantages the Demon sought out, Promises that had to be kept.

Shadows soon condensed around the bat. Before long, they were completely consumed by them. Their form expanded several times over. And because there seemed to be no one else willing to stand in the way? The bat made motions to grow in size. To take upon their Kaor form---despite having just gotten through a number of battles recently fought. Regardless if he had won Lemuria fairly...

They couldn't allow an ally to be taken by the Tiger. Slinking through the shadows of Night, the bat motioned to stand behind the Tiger in their full, kaor form. One could see upon their figure bruises, scratches, still bleeding gashes that hadn't fully healed since the Demoness's last fight.


"That Witch is mine, Seequor. Unhand her." A single shadowy claw aimed to raise up from the ground, Lemuria's own shadow, and grasp them woman's body, giving her a tug. She may end up losing some hair if Metztli succeeded in snagging her away. Hoping to use their presence behind to act as a proper distraction to pull Lemuria away, and let her run off.
(Metztli)
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[01:03] Shallina brings out her flute as Metztli rushes in, and begins playing music to match the tone.
(Shallina)
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[01:03] Intervention roll!
(Metztli)
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[01:05] Sibylle stood there on the sidelines, her cheeks puffing out lightly as she huffed.
(Sibylle)
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[01:06] Douma raises a hand, pressing it upon Sibylles head. Casual as could be does that hand endlessly run down the woman's ebony locks.

Idle as ever, he watches the conflict and chaos continue to ensure.
(Douma)
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[01:09] Why were sheep so eager to flock together and die?

Was it sad, by now, that he had no longer viewed Sibylle as such a creature, but rather entirely different on her own? Yet, now, here--he couldn't help but to label the Bat, this. . . lesser, Metztli, of all people.

They were a sheep.

And any and all enjoyment he had in the moment? Well, naturally as something of this nature has happened and he finds himself ripped once more away from claiming the prize he'd so obviously coveted.

He feels extreme elation.

He turns and, rather than an angry declaration or an aggressive demeanor, his eyes hold amusement at the bat. Metztli. His tone represents his jovial moment, "Didn't I tell you before? What'd happen? And haven't you learned your lesson already?"

Really, this was just an extra level to the game. Lemuria would be tossed suddenly to Douma by her hair, a momentary hold on things. His multi-colored eyes bore holes into this demon before him now.

"Well, you know what you want. I won't be kind to you. For your sake, do try and keep away, or I'll have to rip those wings from your body and eat you when you fall."

He, once more, resumes his origin as the Blue and White Tiger of the Tower.
(Seequor)
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[01:11] There's so much beauty here. It is breath-taking- different. For back within the lands of Atrellya, she never quite got the freedom that she had desired- and yet, here, there were so many humans that spoke out of turn...That would often, tease and taunt those who were supposed to be above them. In some type of way- she was almost jealous of their existence...The fact that they could remain smug, even when the end nearing grasped at their body's and yet...All she could do was sigh.

"...It's like home still." It is a murmur to some degree. Where she watches the human behave in a much different way- most certainly...Something that they would've mocked her for, or killed her for back within the lands of Atrellya...Because there, while they might've been followers of the dark one, they were still toys for their demonic brethren. Tools. Stress-relief.

"Do all humans here do this?" She remains ever so perplexed at the reaction- blinking, her head tilting as the sun would slowly vanish from over the horizon....And the bringing of the moon would carefully begin to change her form.

"Do they always give in so easily?-...Do they like being dominated in manners such as this?" So many questions from the Nephalem, for even now, the worldly change of the woman continues- where sclera would turn obsidian and wings that seemed to be more like cotton, would slowly begin to unfurl from her back.

She blinks repeatedly- glancing up to the rising moon and then the lights all around- humming, somewhat bemused and amused all at once.

Hm..
(Batista)
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[01:11] Blinks!

One hand soon raises as the woman was tossed in his direction, caught in the arms of the demon.

"... I'm surprised you are ever so willing, Lemuria. Though, I am not complaining." His only comment on the situation at hand.

The air ever close to this demon vibrating, filled with those subtle signs of telepathy.
(Douma)
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[01:13] Batista stares intently towards Seequor. Hm, hmm, hmmm..
(Batista)
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[01:14] Batista becomes terribly still. She seems to be contemplating something...
(Batista)
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[01:15] The Bat's wings moved forward. The bat tilted their head, glaring in the direction of Seequor. "Stop pursuing my witch. And we can stop having difficulties. I rather we not be enemies---allies instead. But you're making that very difficult by attacking whom bares a pact with me." Regardless of the eyes that bore a peiercing glare, the Bat did not seem intent on simply letting this one go.

Yes they were injured.

But the one human they cared about was at risk here. And so they would make the attempt to fight off their attacker. "Will you let her go, or will we have to fight?" It was a general question. The Bat was not afraid to fight if she had to- despite the wounds.
(Metztli)
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[01:15] Douma casts a single glance towards Batista, one eye focused upon the odd mix of human and demonkind.
(Douma)
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[01:17] Batista nonchalantly reaches a hand up towards the moon. Opening and closing her hand repeatedly- absorbing small 'tufts' of mana within her palm.
(Batista)
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[01:17] He stares at her unblinkingly.

When she speaks of him ceasing his pursuit, what is there to say, other than the already obvious? In fact, it is such a ludicrous demand that it doesn't warrant a response in any measure. He is still, absolutely still.

One could believe he is contemplating just what it is that comes to mind. What could he say? His good mood extends to levels unknown. There isn't a certainty about how this could play out.

But when the second set of questions comes in. His mind, his eyes, his body snaps into focus. And it lunges at her immediately, no shred of hesitation.

As mentioned before. The obvious was clear to those looking.
(Seequor)
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[01:18] Seequor says, "You've made a mistake. "
[01:18] Seequor says, "She was never yours, silly bat. Dead Bat."
[01:18] Seequor says, "From the moment I set my sights upon her? She belonged to me."
[01:19] Batista says, "-This one...This one is strange."
[01:21] Batista continues glancing up towards the skies.
(Batista)
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[01:23] Serenity had never concerned herself with the antics of demons, as her coven had lived separately from the clans. Still- she knew quite well what they were capable of, as well as her position as a witch to fight alongside them.

The witch glanced off to the side, gazing upon Sibylle and Douma for a few, long seconds. While Serenity had no stake in who got a scythe, she would have definitely supported one of her own over an Elysium witch.

The mumbling of the strange girl were heard as well, crimsons finding their way to glance at Batista. Curious.

As the battle ensued, Serenity's attention drifted back to the conflict at hand. Meztli or Seequor, which would enjoy triumph and claim their prize?
(Serenity Vander)
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[01:26] The Witch peered at Lemuria with concern, before she'd turn to look over her shoulder - directly towards Batista. She was silent for some time before finally speaking.

"Who are you, precisely?" She asked. It wasn't out of disrespect no - mere curiosity than anything else.
(Sibylle)
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[01:29] "Stupid bat. Idiot Bat. Simple minded Bat."

Really, he's just hurling insults to be insulting, to wound her already damaged pride. She knew, had to know. Wasn't it obvious to her, to anyone here? To any person, any demon anywhere? That this bat held nothing to the Tiger. She could not compete.

Whether she inflicted scratches upon him, whether she gouged out chunks of his flesh. Whether she knocked him over and had him rolling around in the ground like an absolute idiot. It wouldn't matter in the end. Because at the very sake of it all. .

In the very end? This Demon is simply superior.
Has always been, will always be.

"Learn. Your. BETTERS!"

A rather proud and powerful paw swipes her from the air, capsizing the larger than normal winged creature and sending her into the ground, if only for the moment. It wasn't enough to keep her down, if she had the will to keep standing, but then again. . .

Wasn't she a sheep?

The battle ends just like that.

"What were you thinking?"


(Seequor)
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[01:32] "I was summoned."

She falls silent for the moment- "If that's what you could call it, I suppose." She murmurs while beginning to glance elsewhere. After all, the last time she checked, she was the last thing to crawl through before it might've 'closed' permanently. "I believe that I may be the last addition to the reinforcements...Nevertheless, I suppose that I should introduce myself." She would soon turn fully towards Sibylle- her gentle smile beginning to widen, occultism soon tracing the hand that sweeps through the air as she 'exaggerates' her bow.

"I am Batista- A Nephalem from Atrellya." She adds. "Not necessarily like the others since I cannot transform- however...What I lack in that department, I make up for in witchdom." She adds, moving back into her regular posture.

"I've been watching you all for some time now...I have to say that I'm rather impressed."
(Batista)
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[01:33] Metzli and Seequor's battle were forgotten, Sibylle now turning her attention fully to the one closest to her. Her eyes widen just a tad bit as she introduces herself as a Nephalem - and her gaze shifted to Douma briefly before turning to Batista.

"I'm Sibylle, a Witch from Esshar," She said with a grin. "It's nice of you to join us, Batista. I'm sure you'll be perfect here!"
(Sibylle)
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[01:38] She couldn't defend her pact-partner as per their agreement. She couldn't protect her from this beast known as Seequor. He was too strong. And she was too weak. Even if she was able to push him, and push him, and push him more; all the could do at this point... was to act a distraction. Hopefully exhaust the tiger so he would not hurt the woman even more.

Still, the fight was one that was to be expected. A Felblood fighting a Pureblood in their true forms? Metztli should have thought better. In the past, she had no reason to risk herself for others. In the past, she had no allies. Was a solitary hunter, and only preyed upon those weaker than her. But it would seem that this place, Esshar? It had an effect on Metztli.

THe superior combat skills of Seequor were proven fully, as he did one powerful swipe. Metztli was thrown up into the air, and forced to fall back down onto the ground. It was there that they opened their eyes. It was then that thebat stood back up. Dazed over, swaying from side to side.

Eventually senses were returned, the creature giving off a statement. "I see. Perhaps Esshar has made me weaker." A glance was given toward the Tiger, the bat moving its wing-arms about, trying to maintain a balance to stand upon them and it's hinds. "You won't be fighting me like this again, Seequor."

Wings opened up, the bat then leaped into the air and began to fly westward. Away from the tower.
(Metztli)
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[01:38] Upon hearing the words spoken, Serenity certainly took interest in the Nephalem. She had seen them before, of course, but had never gotten close with any of their kind.

They were somewhat of an anomaly, similar to Cambion, but not quite.

"I am pleased to hear that another witch was sent."

Serenity speaks in a soft tone, not wishing to intrude upon any other conversations that might be taking place. It was unlike her to stand out amongst a crowd, after all.

"My name is Serenity Vander, a doctor, and currently the only Atreyllan witch who still resides in this tower. I was dispatched to serve on the Black Council, when that still existed. I've taken a couple apprentices under my wing, so we should be able to get our own, separate coven started soon enough."

Something which she had discussed and gotten approved by Veles. It was best for Atreyllans to stick together in the end.

"I'd rather we not have to rely upon the coven of Elysium for our craft, after all. If you ever require anything, you need only say the word."
(Serenity Vander)
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[01:39] Douma says, "<*drops Lemuria now"
[01:39] Douma says, "oh NO"
[01:39] Douma drops Lemuria now!
(Douma)
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[01:42] His words. . aren't a thing. Really, he doesn't have a single thing to say to them any further. They weren't thinking, wasn't that what the answer should have been?

Either way. The Tiger reverts and walks over to where his prize, and Douma, and Sibylle were standing. He'll crouch a bit to retrieve her and raise her up, nodding to the Spider Wolf.

"I'm sure plenty of others are gonna screech their fucking heads off, so I'm gonna head out now, have my fun before my appetite gets spoiled."
(Seequor)
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[01:44] Shallina says, "Hmmm."
[01:44] Shallina says, "I miss her already."
[01:44] Shallina waves in the direction Metztli flew off in.
(Shallina)
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[01:48] She remains terribly curious of the world around her. Attentive to the smallest of details about- mostly, lost within the thought of how things are. However... "Perhaps." She says softly. "I never truly felt 'in place' in anything, especially because of what I am." After all, back at home, her kind are viewed as a mockery- a joke of humanity, to show that their inhibitions are quite similar to the raunchy display that had occurred just moments ago. It is...Perhaps, why she remained rather weary of those around her. Especially, those who say that humans are...'theirs'.

Not to say that she advocates for their freedom.
But she most certainly was below even the humans back at home.

Either way, she nods slightly. "-If you wouldn't mind, I believe I'd like to explore this place a bit more before I...Truly tie myself down to any coven. However, if there are rituals and things of that nature that you need, I wouldn't mind assisting." Self-serving. Now that she is free...

A part of her intends to remain as such.
Free. To spread her wings. To not be stricken down.

"Especially, if it means breaking away from the 'Elysium witches'." She knows little of them, but...The more that these people can establish their own 'pace' in the matters...The more interesting this all could get. So, she doesn't seem to mind.
(Batista)
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[01:49] Sibylle says, "If you have any questions, Batista, you can always ask one of us."
[01:50] Batista says, "I have a question for you, in particular."
[01:50] Batista says, "Which one of you is serving the other? Are you Douma's servant or is he yours? "
[01:54] "Of course, this is a new, strange land after all. At least to us, I remember quite well walking through that portal."

While Serenity remained mostly tied to the tower, she knew quite well the allure of uncharted territory. Considering how dangerous it was to the east, she could only hope the Nephalem didn't stray too far to the zealots.

"Just be careful. There are certain people who liked to hunt our kind here, I've treated many of those who had faced their zealous priests and priestesses."

Ugly injuries, all of them.

Upon hearing her question to Sibylle, though, Serenity fell silent. In truth, she was also curious about her sister's arrangement with Douma.
(Serenity Vander)
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[01:54] Sibylle says, ".... Ah."
[01:54] Douma asks, "... Yes?"
[01:54] Sibylle says, "We are pacted, him and I."
[01:55] Batista says, "Pacted-....Understandable. But that doesn't really answer the question."
[01:55] Lemuria was every bit as eager as she was before, the adrenaline from her fight refusing to fade. She was injured, sure. Too injured to move, in fact! But her body and her feelings were not agreeing, and that was reflected in her words-

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

Wrapping her arms around Seequor, Lemuria grasped tightly, refusing to let go.

"Take me."

...well, at the very least, you couldn't call her a sore loser.
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[01:56] Sibylle paused, thinking briefly on how best to answer it.
(Sibylle)
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[01:57] Bijel Volk exclaims, "The Horny Tiger Snatches A Mate. Stay tuned on E3tube.com!"
[01:58] Ame'Vel says, "It wasn't a very hard fight, but I am sure she's grown since then."
[01:58] Seequor says, "---"
[01:58] Seequor eases on by.
(Seequor)
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[01:58] Veles says, "...."
[02:04] The Tiger has no qualms about supporting her weight. Really there isn't much to be said besides the fact that he was already running on a different sort of high, today. Adrenaline, excitement, the essential hype that runs through him--mingled with so many other sensations.

He's far from caring about small things like having to hold her up. So while they pass others in their way forward, he and she will brush their way into a room. Whose room ,he has no idea.

"You'll regret those words, I promise."

Those are the first words he speaks to her since he'd claimed her as his own. Really, by this point he's positive that things will go one way, or the other---depending on how it flows.

His hands make quick work to peel her off of him and set her on her own two feet. If she cannot support her own weight? He will gladly do it for her, a single hand being used. The other? Will race to explore,starting at the base of her throat.

He digs tiny, diamond shaped markings that puncture just barely with how sharp his claws are and Seequor will rake them down at a slow pace, down to her upper chest, down to the valley between her breasts. "This is the part where you do your little thing, isn't it? Surely she isn't the only demon you've pacted with. C'mon, let's see it. Who else will I beat down before I consume you wholly as my own?"
(Seequor)
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[02:10] Lemuria stood up, willingly undoing the top of the armor to reveal that, no, she only had one marking on her entire body:

The marking of Metztli.

"No, she is the only one. I do not do something like creating a pact with a demon just out of nowhere. It has to be special."

She took a moment to gather her barings, her body covered in cuts and bruises. However, she had plenty of scars on her arm, as well as a rune crudely drawn into her left arm. It clearly hadn't aged well, being carved a long time ago, quite possibly in her childhood.

"So what are you going to do to me?"
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[02:22] As with Metztli, she is greeted with silence. Why explain the obvious? As horrible as it probably may be, to someone like Sibylle, who has been an obvious choice to Douma from the very beginning, this was not very different.

Rather, Seequor can feel the blood rushing even now, from his feet and upwards, this heat quite literally burning him up from the inside out. "Special, right."

He was a free spirit.

It takes very little effort to remove her clothing. Really, a single swipe is all it takes--though perhaps that is all it appears to be to her. He dices her poor remaining, non singed by cosmic residue, clothes into bits and pieces. They'd get her more.

And with that the Tiger of Blue covers her mouth with the palm of his hand, uses the leverage from here to tilt her head back in an effort to expose her neck, and promptly leans in to slide his tongue against the base of her throat.

Wasn't that what he was after this whole time? A taste?

Seequor moves his hand, no longer needing to hold her up, and steers her back with a not-so-kind press, to shove her as far back as she can go. Likely, she'll end up smashing into the wall.

"You're mine. That means your body, your magic, your intentions? They are mine. I own you. So, give me a good thrill, will you?"

Each phrase is puntuated with a nip, he bites against her exhausted frame. "You've got no choice, so play nice or I'll rip your throat out."

The Tiger explores her body with a hand, non-caring of what she says--eager to see how she responds. Would she fight him with her miniscule strength? Would she curse him? Try and hex him?
(Seequor)
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[02:41] Lemuria was nothing if not a graceful loser.

Or perhaps she was still so enraptured in the adrenaline associated with the thrill of a fight where her own safety, her own dignity, her own pride was on the line, that she wanted this every bit as much as he did. Their bodies were so hopelessly lost in each other's heat that it threatened to set the very heavens and earth aflame! Having herself smashed into the wall did nothing to stymie this heat. If anything?

"Why would I not play nice? You have shown me a world I hardly knew even existed. Let us savor this experience! Let us live like we have never lived before!"

...it intensified it.

"Come on, Seequor! Show me all the passion a predator like you can muster!"

And... maybe she would hex him. But she had no intention of hexing him in the ways one might expect.

Oh no. No no no. If she was to lose, she was to lose gloriously.

"From dusk 'till dawn, from night 'till day... show me the fire that exists within your heart!"

A hex that would ensure her survival, while simultaneously ensuring that this was a night that he would never forget. A night that he, on some level, was forced to enjoy- to love- on every level of his being. Physical, mental, emotional...

"Let us live like never before, and show the world the majesty of our art!"

...and spiritual.
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[03:01] He didn't need it. He didn't need something like a Hex to run over him, to tell him how to operate, to push him to do something else. Really, he wasn't the sort of person who even required anything, he had more than enough passion in him, more than enough want in him to further this feeling.

Wasn't this something that people wanted to stop? That Metztli, that Sibylle, had wanted to halt? Unfortunately they couldn't stop what had been set in motion.

This uncontrollable heat, occultic flames, cosmic flare. This burning sensation between them only seems to intensify, a rollarcoaster of emotions overwhelming him in this way that had become quite familiar. Yet there was a touch of something new, a flavor, a spice that was not quite the very same.

Seequor's bites transform from nips to chomps, sloppy, wet marks being left as he applies his ministrations to the Witch. His hands roam her body with no small amount of satisfaction. Feeling her out like this was only doing wonders for him right now, driving him further and further into his already haywire emotional state.

Inbetween his roaming, his bites, his kisses against her skin the demon manages to--somehow, thank god for Esshar having wonders, disrobe his own self. It doesn't take very long before he, too, is laid bare before her.

Like a drug into the very pumping of his heart, her words coax out more from him. His hands grip tightly, bruising, and blood is likely drawn from where he bites down, where he peels back.

"Shut the fuck up, gottdamn idiot." Seequor's voice penetrates this cloudy haze of heat, of want, of need by this point. And he lifts her, curling his arms beneath her legs before literally entering her with a catastrophic bang, flesh meeting flesh, sword meeting sheathe--was there any other need to explain what had happened?

Seequor penetrates Lemuria just like that and he can feel all of his pent up frustrations seeking release, stars literally exploding behind his lids when he shuts them.

It isn't gentle, he isn't kind.
But then again, this loser of a witch was fine with that, wasn't she?

"Gott fucking damn. Making me wait so fucking long, I should just wring your neck, who knows who else you'd tease along the way. If I snapped those puny bones, I'd never have to even question it. Is that what you want? Should I make sure? Should I be SAFE, with what's mine?"

His pacing is as fast as his temperament, he gives her no mercy as he drives himself into her over and over.
(Seequor)
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[03:16] ...were the scars on her arms not an indication?

She loved pain. She loved being hurt. So much so, in fact, that she used to inflict it on herself. Frequently. The scars she had on her arms- and on her upper thighs, for that matter- numbered in the dozens. And maybe, just maybe, on some level...?

This was her way of reliving those days.

Of reliving those teenage years where her blood was shed in the name of art. Where she drew runes on the walls of her house with that blood.

Except this time, the blade that entered her...

Belonged to Seequor.

...metaphorically speaking.

She needed not mercy. She needed not love. She needed not safety.

She needed people to risk their lives for her. To show her that they cared. To show her that they were willing to throw their lives away for her. To put it all on the line, and to shed blood that she no longer caused herself to shed. And then, in the end...?

She needed it all to amount to nothing, so she could remember just how things used to be.

She was a witch, after all. And to a witch, not indulging was a sin. And so she indulged.

And at the end of it all, she was exhausted. Broken. Battered. Beaten. And perhaps, on some level, traumatized. But in doing so, she was reminded of a pleasure she had not experienced in over a decade.

And that made it all worth it.
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[03:34] They tangle themselves up into a mess of skin and bones, and there is no getting closer, yet he tries. Closer than he can, closer than skin and bones allow.

Every piece of her, he's taken for himself as much as he can, whilst being inside of her. Even this place will memorize him with his scent over her. Not a day will go by that people won't understand that this witch now belonged to him.

He'd run through any and every person imaginable to show them this very fact.

His hands, hands that can snap her in two parts with no issue, commit her body to memory. From her breasts, to the slope of her hips, to the curve of her back? All of it.

He doesn't need her to confirm anything vocally. He'll run her through again, over and over, to get it in her head. Though in this moment, how long as it been? How many moments, how many minutes? Hours?

There is no telling, truly, but the Tiger sates his thirst, slakes it back with his head rising and leaning back as he empties himself with no care or concern. Mind, Body and Soul, he will claim her.

She'll no doubt be a mangled mess of who she was before, but again. . they could get it fixed. Seequor pulls himself free from her and does nothing to hold her up if her own legs cannot do it for her.

If she falls? He watches her fall. She will fall with his scent all over her.

Though he will crouch if need be and once more clutch her hair with his fingers, tightly yanking so that she can face him even in this, the post haze of lust.

"If I have to chase you down I'm gonna be so fucking pissed. I meant what I said, you're mine. Nobody else is allowed to touch you, nobody else can harm you. You belong to me, not them. Got it in that head of yours?"


(Seequor)
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[03:40] Lemuria, despite everything, still managed to stand. And, despite everything, she still managed to smile and not her head, but otherwise remained silent. She had the strength to stand, but that was an exertion of her will, not an accurate reflection of the amount of strength she had left.

She was empty, in more ways than one.
(Lemuria Augustus)
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