Binding Curse

[tigs]

Possessed, the femme was a walking demon of a kind not many would ever meet. Her type was rare for a reason, for one so unstable, a true bringer of nightmares was not welcome in this world. Barely old enough to be on her own by normal Euclides standards, she had been the victim to several Amuni already, trying to perform an exorcism. Ukuraibhi didn't like them very much...

But Ukuraibhi wasn't awake right now, she lay sleeping in a corner of Sabira's mind, ready at any moment to take over her. Her condition was much like her mother's except... instead of having a split personality and only having moments of loss of control, she had an entire different being inside of her, a demon, who felt free to take control of her body for days at a time. She usually had a motive and would let Sabira back into control after she was done, but sometimes it was quite an inner battle between them.

Her tail which swept the ground was feline still, but not the kind you would expect knowing her parents. No, her tail was completely unrelated to genetics, almost like that of a fox. The horns on her head were much the same case, as neither her parents or grandparents had ever shown the mutation. Those were a little gift from Ukuraibhi, a touch of pride so that all would recognise the demoness inside.

Which is why the streets she walked were so dead, far too many had heard of this strange female and none were too interested in getting caught in her tangle. Possession was known to spread, but so far Ukuraibhi had been all too content with Sabira to even consider the option. Lucky her.

[FlyingPanther]

Severin was another to walk the dead streets, just as equally to young to be alone. His was a rather different case, however, because he was a Puppet Master, or...was going to grow into one. His father didn't see it fit to be as strict with him as with the other younglings of his because of this simple fact. Even in his youngling state he was still stronger, faster, and smarter then most of his age, and this would only grow with age. It didn't help that he had picked up his father's self-centered confident air. He walked the streets without fear.

While the female might not have been the spitting image of her parents, Severin was. He looked very much like his beloved father. Cheetah-like build, with a fluffy tail, and his fathers beautiful duo-type wings. He ruffled them absently, each making their own set of individual noises. One much more leathery sounding while the other sounded like wind through the trees. He had inherited his stance and movement from both parents. Proud, yet seductive like his mother-father. His ears and mane were also a lovely gift from his mother-father, as well as his beautiful crimson coat.

But there was one thing that he had not gained from either of his fathers. Similarly to the females beautiful curving horns, he had a trait deep within him that was something he felt great shame for. It was extremely unlike his lineage. Something that he kept pent up inside. Besides, it was not something he would have to worry about until he was much older. He would not be expreiencing sex anytime soon.

It wasn't long before he had come upon the female, walking the streets just as lonly as he. Her looks screamed for others to leave her be. The way she walked so solemnly, the way her own mane sheilded her eyes from the world. Severin...couldn't help but be....intreged by her. It was a strange thing. She was nothing particularly beautiful to him, his bloodline would insure that he gained many more far more extravagent then her...but...he couldn't help but feel a pull. He got over himself and headed towards her slowly. "It seems that it is not only I who have ventured off alone....Sorry to bother you...but I couldn't help but head over and say Bonjour..." he smiled his handsome pearly whites at her when his french accented words had subsided. He had gained his accent from his mother-father.

Severin Kuhsayarsaj: 1 / 15

[Nathalia]

Silence, that was how he managed. The Chiroptae had worked on moving like an owl for decades...his wings catching the wind without sound, his feet crossing the cobbles without give away...it was often all that kept him alive.

And walking appeared to be his choice of locomotion tonight.



His fur was a deep crimson, with a smattering of black stripes, his teeth bared slightly, in a grin around the stem of an ivory pipe. He inhaled quietly, and blew out a small puff of smoke from his nostrils. Unlike many Carrion types, he was fastidious in his hygiene. He had practically no scent, and even his open wounds, though deep, were clean, and only smelled faintly of blood... he had the maggots to thank for that.

As he moved, his eyes rolled constantly in his head; they would twitch from his left foot, to his right wingtip, to nearly the back of his head, continuously. Every now and then he would mouth words, nod his head, or shake it. Smiling all the while in an unconcerned fashion, puffing away at his pipe.

He moved slowly passed closed human stalls and smelled the scent of their wares from the day. None of it seemed to intrigue him, as he moved past them without halt.

His surroundings were calm this evening. He watched through his blurred vision as the mists rolled away from the cobbles...how delightful. His ruined ear twitched forward slightly at the sound of a voice; his expresission did not change. Keeping to the walls he moved forward.

[tigs]

One ear flicked absent-mindedly to catch sounds on the lack of wind, something ruffling like feathers over a much rougher material. Some misfortunate being forced against her will again? The youngling had seen much cruelty and unfairness in her short time on this earth, and yet... it didn't really phase her. Sure it tugged on her heart strings a little, but she'd rather stay out of it. The last thing she wanted was to go over and do something she might regret when she regained control. Ukuraibhi thought she was some sort of justice demon sometimes. Though her justice was a little... twisted.

Finally her eyes caught the source of the sound, a figure walking towards her, strange winged creature that she felt she should have been able to place, but a name or a description failed to pass through her mind. What on earth could he want from her at this hour? If it was what she thought it was, she wasn't interested. Couldn't he tell those thoughts were far from her mind? But how egocentric, though Sabira was beautiful by a certain standard, that standard was of a very dark variety. He seemed to bright and vibrant to be captured in her satanic allure.

And yet his approach was directed towards her, and before she could react he had spoken. Friendly, handsome, obviously mentally deranged. Or perhaps he didn't know of her, she was a rarity in these parts. She knew of none other with her strange... affliction. Her mother had been strangely proud, her father... had they even met? More than likely not. But she had a name to live up to apparently, and was one of Jiaro's finest children to date. If only because she was so... special.

"Bonjour?" The question was simple, confusion registering in her voice, a monotone purr that sounded as if it should have been spoken from a doll's lips. Submissive, it would have sounded that way from anyone else, but from her it was simply... eerie.

"I'm not bothered." The statement sounded almost defensive, as she picke up her paw and looked out from beneath a mass of raven mane suspiciously. But she wasn't used to this strange... small talk. Perhaps he would get to the point so she could tell him she had nothing to offer him other than a twisted hell all his own, if he so pleased it.

[FlyingPanther]

Indeed, she was very much attractive, and had Severin been Reznikuj or another darker male, he might have found her much more attractive then he was finding her in the moment. Though, he had to admit, she was beautiful in her own way...especially when she moved her hair away from her eyes... "Oui, Bonjour....eu....Hello?" he said a little confused himself, but he supposed she didn't speak french. He didn't really remember the english word for hello, and so it had taken him a moment to collect the word and relate it to her. It seemed slightly stupid to forget a word as simple as hello, but nothing could be done about it now.

Well, this was much more awkward then he had intended it to be. He was far to used to others being so intregued by him that they were all but eager to converce with him. The females skepticism confused him slightly. But he supposed he had not really been very considerate to her either. "Je suis désolé, mademoiselle. Eu...it...must be strange to be approached at such an hour...and...for no particular reason. It just appeared as if...you..." he felt rather ashamed for being so tongue tied, but he couldn't really help it with the female looking at him so critically. "might be in need of some amitié? Company?" he said repeating himself. It was rather natural for him to speak a little french with his english...but he knew that if the female didn't know the word for hello...she probably had no clue what amitié ment.

Severin Kuhsayarsaj: 2 / 15

[Nathalia]

"Do you see them?"

The voice was insistent, but inaudible to any but the Chiroptae. He nodded, teeth tightening gently around the stem of his pipe.

"Do you really believe this is wise?" Another voice in his head reared itself to the forefront of his consciousness. "I only mean to say...they are strangers, what if they are Cannibals?"

"Then we fly away...simple as that, you blithering idiot."

The Chiroptae smiled, as he began to amble across the square toward the two younglings before him. They were quite beautiful children, any parent should be proud to own as such...he eyed the one with horns.

"She...she is of bad blood..."

"You're jealous that you aren't living on her!"

"That's not true, Cess, you're just picking another fight. You're pissed because Magog can see more than you can."

"Hush, Varyn..." The Chiroptae murmured, his soft voice, a pleasure to listen to. "Let us greet them, we can always fly, Magog..."

Twitching slightly as the internal fight continued, Ja'Kaefurl ambled out into the street. His movements seemed sporadic, though he made absolutely no noise as crossed the street, like ghost, he may as well have been gliding.

"Good evening," He murmured, blowing out a ring of smoke. He made an elegant leg and bowed, spreading his red and black wings wide. "What brings the lot of you out tonight, my dears? Anyone you need to find?" He raised his eyes to them; they constantly flickered from his shoulder, to his talon, to his leg, and back to them. He straightened up once more and tilted his head to the side, smiling, genteelly.

"I am Ja'Kaefurl, though you may refer to me as Furl. Who are the two of you?"

[tigs]

She is indeed of bad blood. Well, it was her blood that gave her the ability to become what she was, but then again it had been her choice to take the soul strand which had bound itself to her in a form of possession. The helplessness made her feel... dirty. Speaking of dirty, what strange disheveled chiroptae was this? How strangely bold everyone had become. Her vision swerved only a moment before a voice sounded that was not her own.

Let us make them remember! Her eyes darkened, strands of red filling out the deep ebony of her hair, the colour that Ukuraibhi's fur had been. The femme snarled, bowing down to the earth as the strands retracted and a familiar face rose to surface. Sabira coughed under her breath, uttering a curse before looking up to her current company as if nothing had happened. But god did she have a massive headache.

"Hello." So he spoke english, that was nice. Her patience had thinned too much for her to try and translate what he was trying to say. So much small talk, what did he want from her? A chuckling in her head told her she could have her own devious thoughts if she'd indulge a little... now if it were in her interests at all, what fun he could be. He seemed so flighty, she would tie those wings up and open his eyes to the dark that he shied away from. Oh yes, she could see the displeasure in his eyes. She was not sparkling enough for his type. A grin spread across her maw before she could stop it and the face she rose to him was indeed hers, though a little... twisted.

"Yes, it is." There had never been a time when others flocked to her so, even most of her siblings couldn't stand to be near her for one reason or another. Incestuous tendencies aside.

"Oh did it now?" Her tone registered boredom, though a sadistic glint remained in her eyes. He was stuttering, uncertain, and the weakness... so beautiful... it made her stomach fill with butterflies. Not of nervousness, no, she hadn't yet experienced such an emotion, but a strange anticipation. She could make him squirm... Licking her lips, she thought of something to say and silenced herself. No, no. Such strange desires were unbecoming of one her age. Such darkness she'd seen, she forgot about this clinging innocence, this tiny vessel.

Another voice made her turn, horns glinting in the same light that danced across the strands of hair which clung to her like a silken curtain. "I am Sabira..." They might truly meet Ukuraibhi later, right now she was pleased enough by her little sudden appearance.

[FlyingPanther]

Severin couldn't help but recoil slightly as the young female's hair grew strands of red randomly, and as her eyes darkened. It was not everyday that you met a Euclides who could have their looks change so drastically and so quickly, and in his enclosed world of decidence and beautiful fabrics and light, this was not something he was expecting at all. The look of confusion that had been started by her not knowing a speck of french deepened but for a different reason.

If the male could read her mind, he might have been a little perterbed, but Severin wasn't one to remain upset for very long. He would not thought of himself as weak for breaking between words, no. He was not stuttering so much as...attempting as hard as possible to speak as little french as he could. His accent was strong, one befitting someone who spoke french frequently. It seemed his entire family had a nack for being hard to understand when it came to speaking. Xerxes was very much a Farsi speaker...and his english was limited...what english he had learned had been from his mother-father...who mostly spoke french with him and his siblings...

He began to wonder if approching the female had been a good idea. In the moment it had seemed the right thing to do, though she was making it extremely hard for him to converce with her normally. He wasn't one to exactly give up before he even really tried, however. Nonetheless, he was glad when another, seemingly out of nowhere, came upon them. It would at the very least...make it less awkward. He had to admit he was also glad because of the radical change in the female's looks. He wondered what the change had ment.

At her rather bored and mocking question, he simply smiled a bit, before turning to the decaying bat. He made a mental note not to wonder about alone at night ever again. Night brought out the weirdos it seemed, though he was not completely bothered by it. More...he just felt...out of place...which is something the puppet master didn't enjoy. He looked at both the female and the adult male who called himself Furl as he introduced himself. "Mon nom...eu....My name is Severin. Severin Kuhsayarsaj," he smiled with a bow, his last name murdered by his french accent as he continued his introduction, "Son of Xerxes Kuhsayarsaj the Great, Puppet Masters alike..."

Severin Kuhsayarsaj: 3 / 15

[Nathalia]

Furl watched as the young female almost seemed to ignite before him, he raised his eyebrows, smile still in place, and moved forward a bit slower.

"What in bloody hell was that?"

"Bad blood...bad blood, you said, Magog..."

"Cor and hell! You weren't kidding!"

Even with the voices pounding through his mind, Furl's eyes had remained focused on the maid, until she had returned to her former state. Fascinating...what on earth was she?

Sabira...what a pretty name for such a maiden. Furl wondered if she was one of Jiaro's brood...it wouldn't exactly be unlikely, he had enough to populate half of the city.

His head turned to the male, ah what a pretty thing. Too bad he was still so young, Furl could see the potential...but not the flare that the adult would eventually have...disappointing, perhaps later he would seek this Puppet Master out again...after all, it wasn't as though he was a stranger to the children of Xerxes...

Severin?

"I remember hearing about him. Isn't he the other Puppet Master?"

"Weren't you listening, twit? He just told us he was!"

"No need to be such an ass about it, we were watching the girl...she's scary...frightening something terrible..."

"You are both confusing our host, shut it!"

Furl's eyes focused on the colorful male.

"Severin? Ah, it is very good to meet you at last. I have heard much about you from another son of Xerxes..." The Carrion extended a claw to the youngling. "It is a pleasure to meet one of such a high position as yourself."

He turned to acknowledge the girl. "And here we have the beautiful Miss Sabira. What a stunning beauty you are, my dear, and no mistake there..." He chuckled, a pleasant sound, and pulled his pipe from his mouth. Furl tapped the bulb of the pipe against his claw, ridding it of ash, before returning it to his mouth.

"What a delightful evening it is to happen upon such magnificent accompaniment, I was just on my way to dinner. Will you join me, or shall we stay and chat?"

[tigs]

He was uncomfortable, at a loss. He had been shielded by high bright and prideful heritage, he could not dirty himself by being near such raw darkness. She would stain him, and he was simply too pompous for that. But how she would love to humiliate him, turn that diamond mind towards the fading light and make him accept those twisted things she roamed with. The twisted thing inside her, and Sabira herself. Not speaking English was no excuse for him to not know that he stood before evil.

Her attention was gathered by speaking, introductions, more introductions. She simply nodded her head at the introduction, reluctant to speak more than a few words. For what the bilingual male had failed to understand was that she didn't aim to make others uncomfortable with her lack of speaking, she simply didn't do small talk. What use would she have to stand around and talk to those she happened upon? Who could possibly ever comprehend what a beast stood before them? As oblivious as the rest, they both had managed an attempt. But how did one get inside the mind of a possessed vessel? Simple; they didn't. But that said nothing about her interactions with them. Her potential was endless, but in all the strangest ways.

Beauty? And what did he know of her kind? He seemed of the dark and dismal, infestation like a brand on his body to mark him as one of hers. She was the standard for the most unusual kinds of creepers. Everything else was a pale shadow to what she could present, or rather... what her companion could present. Sabira wasn't much for the hell raising, her shows were private and quick, fed by her own twisted and confused desires. A desire to be free, to shed this helplessness. To make someone feel as she felt, until Ukura shattered their sanity.

"Join you? Why would I?" He was interesting enough in the fact that he was interested in her. She liked to surprise those types, he saw only what he wanted to see. Danger is so much more alluring when you're on the outside looking in. He tempted a very terrifying fate, but Sabira was tired this night, something that made Ukura grin with anticipation. Somehow it never got old, the whole surprise of the switcheroo. They'd kept calm enough so far, but Sabira always tried to play it off cool, trying to ruin her grand entrances. What a bitch, this was her fault after all.