Nightmare Temptress (Kaethulabi x Dantkae)

[Vyn]

Perched above a sea of old tombstones and Gothic statues, the nightmare temptress awaited her ensnared prey. In the distance, the old gate that guarded the Churchyard cut a stark boundary between the land of the living, and that of the dead. Through a hole in the gate, at the summons of a daydream, a young canine followed things only he could see: an illusion of the nightmare temptress.

At last, mere yards away from the old mausoleum, the illusion of the daydream dissipated, momentarily leaving Dantkae isolated within the shadows and the tombstones. However, before the pup could lose his courage, Thula leapt down from her lofty perch and landed soundlessly before him. Her tail swayed from side to side, sunset hues shining oddly in the graveyard. Daydreams were nice and all, but they rarely compared with the beauty of reality.

"Welcome to my world, Dantkae Alijhieri. It's a pleasure to see you in the flesh."

Even though she had displayed her true colors in the dream world, it must have been shocking to see reality matched the illusions. Dreamy blue tipped in the light hues of sunset. She should've been a court dancer like her sister, twirling in silken garments and playing out her Arabian stories, but Thula was tainted by her father's nightmares and had taken a far darker side of the fairytales that she and her siblings inhabited.

_{Kaethulabi: 7}

[FlyingPanther]

Dantkae was far from courageous. True, he was entering into the graveyard which he was so adiment about staying out of, but this didn't mean he was fearless. In fact, the moment that he stepped inside the graveyard, he had to stop a moment, his body physically unable to move, and besides that he had to hold his bladder for a moment, or he would have piddled right there and then. It was cold and dark, not unlike outside the graveyard, but with an aura that scared him more then anything he had ever been scared of before. At that moment he felt completely foolish. Surely he had been dupped!

But he could not stop following the colorful illusion of the temptress, no matter how much everything in him screamed for him not to. There was something very alluring about the darkness despite his fear. Once he got a hold of himself, and felt like he could walk without urinating himself, he walked slowly forward, until he reached the center of the large cemetary. The image then vanished and he was alone. It was then that he was sure the devil had tricked him, and that now he would die. Without thinking he had backed into a cross shaped tombstone, making sure that no one could sneak up on him. He shook visibly, his head swinging this way and that as he tried to look for any approaching figure.

He was suprised when a small cublike figure jumped down from some unknown place in front of him. Indeed she was as she said she was, a spitting image of the illusion that was in his head, but her colors more vibrant and clear. He had the sudden and great need to lift his paw and feel her pelt, as if to completely make sure she was flesh and bone, and not just a better quality vision. He gulped slightly, still frightened in the surroundings they were in, and of the cub in front of him. After all, she could have dragged him here to harm him to, and no one would know. He had told Ceasarion that he went to find his sister to go home. And knowing his sister, she would probably just run home on her own, leaving him to whatever fate.

He lowered his head slightly in greeting, but would find it very hard to utter anything.

Dantkae Alijhieri: 5

[Vyn]

Thula purrs with amusement, watching as Dantkae pressed himself into the tombstone. How adorable, clinging to his crosses. Nevertheless, the emotion/subconscious femme strides onward toward him, her long tail swaying hypnotically as she stepped closer and closer.

"What's the matter? Still can't believe I'm real?"

His need to touch her was blatantly obvious, as was his need to ascertain she was real; safe. So, with great pleasure, she happily indulged him in the thing which he was too cautious to indulge in: she brushed her smooth, sleek form against him, circling the tombstone before settling her feline bodice before him.

"Is that proof enough for you, Dantkae?"

_{Kaethulabi: 8}

[FlyingPanther]

As she approached, he could only push his body painfully into the cross tombstone behind him, trying in vain to get away from her while still being unable to move. Truth be told, if he pushed any harder back into it, he might very well bend it forward over it's own grave. It would be an amusing sight for Thula, no doubt. After all, the pup only need lift his arms horizonally and he could be christ himself. But then again, one would really have to wonder if that would amuse her, or simply annoy her.

It certainly didn't help, that she rubbed her body against him. Beads of sweat collected on his brow, and if his muscles tenced any further, they might just burst. The tention would be felt by Thula as she passed by him, completely. This did prove to him she was real, proof enough for a young Dantkae anyway. However, now Dantkae could only wonder what she wanted with him. He nodded silently at her last question.

He blushed slightly. The little number she did, though not completely uncharacteristic of feline behavior, was not completely familiar to him. After all, he lived with a canine, and he only saw his sister doing that with other cubs she had...a sinful interest in. Oh how shameful the sturring that he felt in his neather reigons. This female certainly was a temptress, maybe it would be wise not to listen to her. Maybe it would be best, to truely look for his sister and go home? But the sturring kept him still in his place. God Forgive him.

Dantkae Alijhieri: 6

[Vyn]

It was a mixed feeling, honestly. Thula couldn't help but be sadistically amused by Dantkae's desperate attempt to merge himself with the tombstone, but it really was quite enough. Was she that terrifying to be near? Of course, she knew her art well...but she could be charmingly free of her dark illusions when she wished. Dantkae would just have to realize that sinning wasn't nearly as painful as he thought it was.

As she settled back down in front of him, her tail flicking from side to side in either thought or vague annoyance, Kaethulabi smiled hauntingly in his direction. His body was rigid with tension, probably painfully so, and though she would've usually been tempted to toy with him about it, she decided it'd be best to keep herself a few paces away.

After all. If she touched him again, he might nail himself to the grave marker or combust forthright.

His blush made her smile, eased back her building frustration and replaced it with a more gentle sort of amusement. Dantkae was a fascinating boy. Never before had Thula met such an Euclide that was so very Amuni-like. Yet, just as Dantkae was perplexed and almost frightened by the stirring for her, Thula was struggling with her own growing fondness for the pup before her.

"Come now, Dantkae, don't tell me you've gone mute?"

_{Kaethulabi: 9}

[FlyingPanther]

Dantkae blushed more heavily at her smile. Did she know? It seemed that she did. He tried inconspicuously to place his paws closer to his lower regions to hopefully put enough pressure to squelsh it, but such a thing could not really be hidden, so he endured the growing stirring and the paranoia that came from it. He was to wrapped up in trying to make the feeling go away to really pay to much attention to what the other was saying. So when she spoke, he could only help but jump ever so slightly. He looked at her slightly before looking down at his paws again.

"No, just silent."[/color]

He says back to her, though in reality those two words really didnt have very different meanings unless you took each literally. He was very embarrased. What should he do or say now that he was here? Was she toying with him before she planned to hurt him or something? He figured this was a definate possiblity.

"Are you going to hurt me?"[/color]

He asked meekly. Better to get it over with then anticipate.

Dantkae Alijhieri: 7

[Vyn]

Kaethula was enjoying the blush that was burning over his cheeks, amused by his growing embarrassment. Indeed, she knew exactly what it was he was trying to hide, and she was delighting in the uncertainty it caused in him. Call it a bit of sadism, but children were notorious for teasing those they liked.

His comments made her laugh, the second more so than the first. Slowly she was on her paws again. Moving toward him with those seductively tantalizing movements.

"Of course not." That haunting smile appeared upon her features once more. "I told you already, I just want to talk. I assumed you believed me, considering that you summed up the courage enough to come to me."

As she spoke, Kaethulabi came and settled down at his side, so close that her legs brushed his and her tail easily rested atop of his own. It was probably far too close for Dantkae's standards, but she was determined to make him accustomed to her presence, even if it wasn't in the best of ways.

At least she hadn't licked him yet, like she was planning on doing.

_{Kaethulabi: 10}

[FlyingPanther]

His head lowered dramatically as she approached him, his sholders peaking up like mountains above his head in a submissive manner, or maybe even a guilty one. Either manner would have suited the moment. His whole skin could have been red with embarrassment, but thanks to the cover of fur, the red glow really was only visible on his face. He looked down at his paws and shifted them uncomfortibly. It was best not to look at her, or his stirring could get worse.

"I suppose, but you could have just said that to get me here, so you could..."

His muscles tenced further, and his fur bristled, and his hackles raised in distress when she sat down next to him in the middle of his sentence. His mouth closed quickly and his eyes shifted this way and that. He was very visibly painfuly uncomfortible with the situation. He would have to tell his father about this if he came back in one piece. He would know what to do to repent for such sinnful feelings. In his nervousness, he attempted to finish his sentence, but let out something else instead.

"You're very pretty."

Blushing madly he tried his best to look as if he had seen something move in the distance, so that he didn't have to look at her.

Dantkae Alijhieri: 8

[Vyn]

Thula honestly pitied the young canine. No one their age should have to experience the sort of guilt which he was currently experiencing. Thula basically raised herself, learning through what she read in the dreams and nightmares of others, and had decided long ago that religions were nothing more than ways to wield guilt as a form of control.

She had given up childish fears of sin and hell a long time ago. There was no true sense of Right and Wrong. To humans, murder was wrong, but it was kept their species alive. Should they all starve to feed a Great Being? Thula surely had no plans to do so. Dantkae, however, was too blinded by heaven to realize, or perhaps care, about what he must put himself through to appease the non-existent beings found there.

When he faltered, she smiled even more radiantly, his tail flicking upward to brush his side. "So I could what..?" Her head tilted, and the lovely feline purred deviously. She knew she was making his paranoid worse, but he really needed to learn to get over it.

"You're very pretty."

It definitely wasn't the end of his sentence, but it was a rather pleasing comment nevertheless. Now, it was Thula's turn to blush. The red glow gently lit up her sunset-hued cheeks, giving them a darker glow of sunset though it only lasted a moment or two.

"Why thank you, Dantkae. You're quite handsome yourself."

And then, without warning, Thula leaned over and lightly licked his cheek. It would undoubtedly throw him into a tizzy, but Thula finally had a reason to do what she'd been wanting to do, and she wasn't going to pass it up.

_{Kaethulabi: 11}

[FlyingPanther]

Dantkae could almost feel a slow decent in his heart. Thula may not have been the devil, but she was doing the devil's work. He would soon find himself in the clutches of diablo himself, or so how he felt. He realized he would have to find a way to pull himself from her, go home before it was to late. But what exactly, a little voice spoke up in his mind, was he running from? Was it the shame that he felt from his 'sin'? Or was it that he felt embarrassed in front of a pretty girl? Or both? He wasn't to sure. The sin was great, but so was the embarrassment.

He shuddered at the feeling that came from her tail brushing up against his side, and had quickly made his irrelevant reply. When he gave a side glace, he found her to be blushing to. He wondered what he had done by saying that. The fact that she was embarrassed made him feel slightly better, at least he wasn't the only one. But it also made him fearful. Not that he would understand why, but she might become agressive because he had embarrassed her slightly. He lowered his head a little more, only to out of the blue be called handsome and recieve a nice clean lick on his cheek.

At first he reacted extremely submissivly, throwing his head down to the ground and closing his eyes slightly. But he soon realized it was nothing majorly offencive and he lifted his head a smidgen before pushing away from her slightly, until there was enough room for another body between them.

"Erm, thank you...but...why did you do that?

he couldn't help but ask lamely as he shriveled into himself.

Dantkae Alijhieri: 9