Of A Promiscuous Nature.

[FlyingPanther]

[Notice: *Rips out hairs* Maybe I'm just going crazy with need to rp these babies, but I have to have one of this grow or I'm going to go insane XD! I don't want more then two people replying to this, as I really want this RP to go quickly, I really want her and the possible other character to grow :. If you reply to this PLEASE PLEASE promise to reply to this when you see both I and the other roleplayer have posted immediatly, even if it's a 'crap' post, I really don't mind : *needs them to grow now XD*]

Even at such a young age, it was becoming appernt to Rhaja of Seratobi's promiscuous nature. The way the ground shifted underneath her as she walked, the noises told him of a veluptuous walk. The way she smelled so good all the time, told him that she had an extreme grooming regime. The way she talked, and the unsavory looks Dantkae told him that his sister gave to other males, told him of her wants and desires. He had become rather protective of her as she got older, hoping to squelsh her sexual nature as much as possible, but Sera's strong will would have none of that. She was proud of her rank, and her goal was to be the best Marionette she could be, the crown jewel of her cast when the time came, or at least the most enticing for the males. Her father's disapproval only ignited fustration within her and the need to disobey his orders.

It was sunset in london, and Sera had managed to slip away from her father. Normally when she did so she would drag Dantkae along with her, but since he became father's right hand man in telling him about her strange activities, she had thought it better to leave him lately. She breathed deep the cold air and smiled. Freedom never smelt so sweet. She jumped upon the ledge of the fountain in the middle of the city square, and laid her small form down looking into the pool of water which the sparyed water would land in, watching as her reflection danced with all the disturbance in the water, and watching the sky bleed red and violet into the water.

There was another figure, smirking in the growing shadows. While during the day he often found himself calm from the need to sleep and regain strength, night was a whole other animal. Night was the time his true nature would come out, night was the time his annahilation side came out to play dangerously with his sleep deprived mind. He sat in the dark, blank eyes staring out onto the form of the female. There was no doubt that she was beautiful in his mind, though, it was hard for him not to find most females beautiful. He wanted to strangle them, rip them apart, veiw their beautiful pulsating innards as they died- at least normally. But there was another side to him that wanted them to live...so that he could do unmentional acts with them. You see, Reznikuj was truely his fathers son in that he also, was already showing signs of his father's unsatiable hunger for women. Let's just hope that he didn't plan on killing them after the act was done.

Seratobi: 3
Reznikuj: 2

[Kitty Love]

[] This boy REALLY needs to grow... I want to see how he fairs as an adult since he's the only one of his siblings that doesn't have any patches of hair missing as a bebe... so I'll throw him in. and since yer accepting of crap posts... I can indeed guarantee quick postage! n.n []



His entire body was wracked with pain as he traveled from his most recent expulsion of bloody phlegm, carefully cleaning his muzzle to where no sign of his recent activity could be located unless one traced his steps and came across the puddle. The fits were getting worse, more blood then saliva now, harder coughs, he could swear one day he'd simply cough up his insides and keel over right then and there, but the world beyond his head needn't know this. He went to extreme lengths to make himself presentable to the public and well groomed, as well groomed as anyone sporting constantly oozing wounds could manage, and he appeared to be quite the chipper lad, taking all his pain and cramming it into a locked box hoping to never tap into it. He'd inevitably snap one day, or succumb to the pain when the nature of his Torn heritage reared it's ugly head.

But tonight wasn't about him, tonight was about finding someone to help him take his mind off of all those things he needn't be bothered with at present. childhood was supposed to be a time of fun and a time to be goofy and immature as it was frowned upon in adults, but already he had aged beyond his years and he wished to reverse the clock, even if only for a solitary night. And this is when those unusual eyes of onyx fell upon the lovely patchwork vision, a strange feeling stirring in him briefly before being beaten down again. He was suddenly very self conscious and made a mental note not to smile, a grin or smirk was fine but no smiles, she'd definitely be disgusted by him then.

He then decided to go ahead and move foreword, calculating every step before he took it, something he'd been practicing. A friendly grin was appeared on his muzzle and he brought himself completely into the open, dipping his head to her and wagging his tail briefly. The sunset added a delightful orange glow to his primarily black coat, but didn't hold enough light to make his oozing wounds apparent. "Enjoying the sunset?"

[FlyingPanther]

Reznikuj could smell the sick smell of blood waft in the air like a sweet perfume. Be breathed in the scent, eyes fluttering slightly as it escaped through his sensitive nose silently. His eyes began searching for the carrier of such a pungent odor, and found what looked to be an agony youngling, approaching his chosen prey. He snorted, making sure to stay as quiet in the shadows as possible. He didn't like others interupting his games, however, it might prove to be more interesting with two younglings to play wilth. He sat on his haunches and waited, like a killer waiting for the opertune moment to strike down with his knife upon the soft flesh of a victim.

Sera had been transfixed by her reflection in the water, and by the sunset that danced marrily upon the top of the water as the fountain continued to splash away at the pool below. She raised her head slightly at the smell of blood. Oh no, someone had come for her, she was about to be killed she knew it. She turned quickly around to find a small black canine looking up at her with a smile. The fur on her neck settled and her worried eyes eased into a joyful look, imitating his own smile on her lips. He was obviously an agony type, from the way he smelled to the way he looked, there were no two ways about it. She was not very fond of the type, they were to doom and gloom for her tastes, but he seemed friendly enough. Surely he warrented a responce to his question at least. "Yes, very much. I enjoy the colors." she said with a toothy grin looking up at the sky itself. The warm reds and golds it had before were slowly turning violet, then indigo. Night was steadily approaching. "Why are you out here anyway?" she didn't mean to sound as rude as she did, but she really couldn't help herself.

Reznikuj: 5
Seratobi: 5

[Kitty Love]

His personal aroma was something he never thought to consider, he'd become used to his own stink and didn't see it as something that would offend others, however he'd become acutely aware of the fact that no matter how friendly or pleasant he was, no one seemed to enjoy his presence. There were exceptions to this, his mother and his sisters, but one couldn't spend their entire life only mingling with their family, it just wasn't right. so no matter how many times it took he was determined to make a friend outside of his family, even if it was the last thing he did.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

He adopted a sheepish grin now, stepping closer to the water as well, obsidian visionaries briefly casting their gaze upon his own reflection before he quickly took a step back. He shouldn't be wasting her presence with his, but it was to late, he'd already approached and spoke so he must carry on until he felt it was time to leave.

Her question brought him to ponder an answer briefly. Why was he out here anyhow? He couldn't tell her he was desperately searching for someone who liked him for who he was, that would make him even more pathetic then he already seemed, so he made something up which wasn't to far from the truth.

"Merely wandering ... no places to go, no one to see... looking for something a little beyond the day to day monotony. Everyone needs a little spice."

And once more that grin turned into a pleasant and amicable one as he sat back upon his haunches, his tail giving another gentle wag.

[Vyn]

In the atmosphere of growing twilight, the sound of humming drifting through the city square could've been enchanting and haunting in the same breath. The owner of the mysterious melody possessed a strange darkness to his voice, and yet a charming sort of youth as well, and it was all accented by the clicking of talons against the cobblestones.

For once in his life, Njambi entrance did not come from the air, but along the ground in slow steady strides.

Yet, even though his entrance was mundane in comparison to his usual spectacles, Njambi still made quite the entrance. His carried himself with a regal aura abount him and a just touch of arrogance, one befitting of his high rank and noble heritage. He was a child of Jiaro, albeit the son of a slave as well, but he had inherited all of the great god's Annihilation Pride and just enough of his mother's self control to reign in his secondary Sin: Malice.

However, his self control did nothing to ease his Lust. His dominant Sin. It was the defining factor in him and lead all his actions. What he did, he did for himself, and he didn't care who he left broken in his wake so long as he got what he wanted in the end.

The sound of voices broke his concentration and his lilting melody died swiftly as he favored the two strangers sitting by the fountain. They were both beautiful creatures, though the agony mix had the smell of sickness and old blood about it, it was something he could overlook. Abruptly he flared his blue-tipped wings, stretching his lean body and flicking his tail from side to side, making a show of himself, before finally approaching the lovely Marionette and her companion.

"Hello there." He greeted smoothly, his attitude all suave and charm. "How is the evening treating you two tonight?"

_{Njambi: 3}

[FlyingPanther]

Sera tried her best to have a warm smile for the agony pup, a very kind gesture indeed. After all, she reminded herself in an annoyed Caesarion like fashion, she really only thought about herself. And she had to admit liking that far more then being concerned weather one had friends or not. But she was in a mood, and might as well lend an ear to a stereotypical agony type. She did her best not to show her thoughts as she spoke with him, her tail moving up and down slowly in a friendly fashion, and her smile unwavering. Besides in the long run it will be nice to test out her powers of seduction. "Oh think nothing of it, I'm just overly causious at night when I'm out." Alone, she added in her mind, after all, she wasn't out Alone all the time. "It's hard not to be. I'm but a cub, and there are many predetory Euclide out there just waiting for someone like you and me to drop our gaurd." How ironic that Reznikuj was only a few feet away from them, plotting his next move. Both of them completely oblivious. "I know what you mean when you say, needing a little spice, that's why I'm out and about at the moment aswell." she continued, grinning a little more. She knew her definition for the word spice was alot different from the youngling before her. "Oh but where are my manners," certainly not here, Caesarion's voice chimmed in, "My name is Seratobi." She patted the wide ledge of the fountain in front of her, for him to sit if he so wished.

It was about this time that a second male came forward and she couldn't help but be shamelessly transfixed by his feathers and wings. Despite the fact that she was a pretty female all on her own, she had always been envious of Avians and Other Winged Euclides for extrodinary wings. She couldn't make out what type he was on her own, but she could definatly catigorize him as a patchwork at least. She smiled at him in the true charming marionette fashion. "It seems to be treating us both rather well so far," she said looking over at the agony type with a smile, hoping that he would agree, "Care to join us?"

Rez's mind was a mix of different things. He had two choices to make, he could either slaughter the two foolish younglings, or he could attempt to woo them, both seemed rather nice, though he leaned on slaughtering slightly only for the fact that he, as with Sera, really didn't particularly care for the agony type. He wondered for a moment how one might taste, but his thoughts were interupted by the entrance of one of his older siblings. He nearly snarled, but instead took to fuming, as it was much more silent. Now he really couldn't slaughter them, not with a sibling there. He had not yet felt the urge to murder his siblings as most of his had already started showing. Someone had to like their brothers and sisters after all, if it wasn't going to be them. Weather this would change is unknown. Damn him for spoiling it. He still chose not to enter, for like his patchwork brother, he to loved dramatic entrances. A possible trait picked up from Jiaro?

Reznikuj: 8
Seratobi: 6

[Kitty Love]

Life would be all sunshine and rainbows for this boy, if he hadn't been born of the parents he had, what an unfortunate pairing that had turned out to be. An Agony, who he was certain he was going to turn out to be, only not as shy and innocent, and a Torn whom he hadn't met but merely heard about. He made the best with what he was given, reasonable intelligence, a super nose and an even temper and enough hope to be handed out to the masses. He'd never give up trying and striving to be a little bit better, well... until it was impossible as it surely one day would be. This thought of how Torn's ended up in the end sent a shiver down his spine and cause his fur to stand up a bit.

However, he must stay focused on the matter at hand, not fouling up in front of this lovely girl who being kind enough to, at the very least, humor him. And yes, she was even lovely in the eyes of a bebe, he hadn't seen many Marionettes, well actually... she was the first.

"Eh, there's nothing to fear at night and you shouldn't either. Fear is what draws them to you usually, makes you look weak."

He eyed the patted seat and found himself quite comfortable in his present spot so he kindly declined the offer.

"Oh yes, manners, mine must be off somewhere as well, Siruzujan is what I'm called.

Sensitive velvet line auditories flicked at the sound of clicking talons and a new voice, thus Siru peered back behind him where the feline was making his approach.

"Yes, very well indeed."

And he flashed him a friendly grin, tail wagging with new vigor.

[Vyn]

Njambi cast his hollow gaze over both bebes, smiling in a deviously charming way. He might be young, but lust was already flourishing in everything from his smile to his actions...straight down to the way his gaze danced over Sera. She was such a lovely Marionette...it made Njambi crave the maturity he needed to make her his. For now, he'd have to content himself with seduction on a more platonic level.

The Patchwork Director strode forward with a suave sort of way, his tail flicking in a manner that might have been mocking. At least, mocking to those who might be watching in the shadows. The Director grinned a malicious sort of expression, which flickered on and was replaced by charm and lust, fascination shining for the Burial mix.

"I would love to."

He was within a few feet of them now, close enough to absorb their every detail. Beautiful children. Young like him, but they'd grow up. The peek of his interest was in the Marionette, what else could be expected of him, but Siru appealed on another sort of level. He wanted acceptance, the keen-eyed Director could see it in every little movement.

He'd be easy to seduce.

"Allow me to introduce myself, m'beauties, I am Njambi. Director Son of Jiarokumo, Annihilation/Sin mix."

From the charming aura he held around him, it was not hard to guess what those light blue markings etched over his body signified. However, that note could also make the blazing streaks of crimson all the more unnerving.

_{Njambi: 5}

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Zokumenoji couldn't resist an entrance, especially after the sly Patchwork had caught sight of not only the Lust-drive Njambi, but the Almighty Pervert as well. To see them within a few feet of each other was beyond amusing, especially when it was obvious that Njambi knew he was being watched.

There was a way he moved when he was flaunting himself for an audience yet unseen. It, like everything else he did, was one part Malice and 5 parts Lust: he wanted to be seen, to lure out his stalker, and to flaunt just how much better he was all at once. Zokumenoji could honestly care less how many broken hearts he had claimed, the Psychopath Director was far more interesting to him.

...Despite the fact that Reznik was beyond determined to have sex with him. Something Zoku had no plans of surrendering to.

Nevertheless, the Patchwork slid through the shadows, creeping up behind Reznikuj until he was settled beside him. His hollow gaze did not leave Njambi and his two new victims, but he spoke to Rez. "Getting in the way of your hunt, is he?" This was not the first time Njambi had interrupted one of his brother's plans for Violence with his need for Seduction. In fact, it happened to Zoku on so many occasions that he could read the underlying message to it.

He wasn't saving lives, he wasn't anything like Kaejalin, but oh did he love to torment his siblings.

_{Zokumenoji: 15}

[FlyingPanther]

Similarly to Zoku, Rez did not alter his intent gaze upon the gathered three, and showed no signs of being startled by his brother's presence. He was in some sort of zone, one that would be familiar to Zoku except for a strange aura that Rez seemed to carry when hunting. Well, maybe not strange, but something that radiated from him more then most hunters. A certain insanity. He snorted quietly in greeting to his brother Zoku, "They both are, the sons of bitches...I wanted to stab her in the face and play with her blood." his smirk grew wide, showing teeth slightly. He had gotten a rather humourous hallusination as he confessed to his brother of his intentions...while maybe not telling him....the entire story...of his sexual fustration and the acts he would have also inflicted upon the unsuspecting marionette. He had imagined frolicking around in the blood of the female...much as human children might frolick in a feild of daisies. He stifled a laugh. "I have a mind to slaughter them all." with the amount of sexual, and now murderous fustration he had ratiating from him, the last statement was far far from being a lie. His tail lashed in his usual way of swishing it when he was completely irritated.


In the center, Sera hardly had time to reply to Siru, before Njambi really interupted them, she had to admit, that she cared very little that he had interupted. She knew that if he had not come, she would probably have lent an ear to Siru, and probably go home feeling rather depressed. Those types really bumbed her out. It was as if they somehow transfered their pain to her whenever she looked upon them. She silently admired their courage, knowing that her suiside side would more then likely win over if she had ever had to suffer the kind of pain that they did on a daily basis. "It is a pleasure to meet you both, Siru and Njambi. I know I already introduced myself to Siru, but it would be rude of me not to introduce myself to Njambi. I am Seratobi, of the Marionette rank."

((BLEH...i appologize for the crap V_V;))

Reznikuj: 10
Seratobi: 7

[Kitty Love]

Siru was definitely feeling out of place, which was made obvious by the fidgeting of his toes. however, his company had never really stayed this long before, making him unsure of what to do or say, which definitely something new for him. He peered between the two, ears foreword and alert trying to think something over when voices came to his sensitive ears.

He rose up onto all four paws and slowly started toward the sound, tail up and stiff, not wagging about as it had been earlier. Sensitive canine nose tested the air and earth as he drew closer to the two half siblings cover, getting a whiff of two presences who smelled somewhat similar to Njambi, a soft growl of sorts rising from his throat. He was quite sure whatever it was wasn't going to be to pleased to be found, and he didn't exactly know what was hiding here anyhow.

[] bleh... O.o []

[Vyn]

Zoku sat with statuesque tranquility, his blank eyes focused upon the interesting gathering. Njambi had quite a taste in females, Zoku almost envied the Heartbreaker's abilities...but seduction wasn't his forte, nor did he care to make it so. He was vain, he knew how to use this charming looks, but he would never be the charmer Njambi was.

Mind roving back to Rez, taking in the aura of insanity exuding from him, Zoku was tempted to pull back ever so slightly. But Zoku stayed firmly in place, unwilling to move and possibly display weakness or fear. It would not be wise to do such a thing around Rez, especially in this state of mind.

Zoku released a low chuckle from his muzzle, but he did not reply. Instead his gaze fixated on Siru. The foolish child could not possibly be walking toward them? ...but he was. Right out from under the wings of one who would've protected him, and sliding into death's grasp. It was foolish, but the child couldn't have known what he was getting himself into.

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Njambi honestly enjoyed the more misery acquainted types. Their suffering sent thrills up his spine, and their need for sympathy and comfort opened them up to his seductive lure. They surrendered their hearts so easily, and he tread upon them without hesitation.

"A pleasure to meet you as well, miss Seratobi of the Marionettes." Another bow of his finely sculpted features, an alluring smile upon his features. "And..."

Njambi's muzzle parted slightly, as if ready to call Siru back, but he closed it slowly and sighed. What was that boy doing walking away from him? He would've given that little Agony mix a taste of true companionship, but if Siru wished to leave, this was one Director which wouldn't follow.

That is, until he recognized just what it was that was luring Siru away. Voices...familiar ones at that...and the familiar taint that was Reznikuj's insanity. Zokumenoji and Reznikuj were lurking nearby, and Siru would not be wise to encounter them. His expression remained tranquil and tuned to Sera, as if Siru's wandering off meant very little to him, but the way his ears flicked backward slightly to keep an ear on the boy and his two half-siblings in the shadows proved the lie in his lack of interest.

If push came to shove, Njambi would have no choice but to play the well-behaved Director and rescue Siru from Reznikuj's claws.

_{Njambi: 8}

[Kitty Love]

(( forgot about this thread, but I read through it and.. I kinda want to continue... tigs, Vyn, you want to? Even though it's a little back-in-time for Zoku, lol. X3 ))

[FlyingPanther]

(hmm my muse for this rp has died to be honest >.>; but if everyone else wants to restart it...I can't say no to everyone XD; So if Tigs and Vyn want to start this up again, then you can count me in ^^

[Vyn]

(Actually, don't believe Tigs is in this. lol So its really just up to me and Kitty me thinks >_>

So uhm, Njambi and Siru could wander off together...since Njambi needs more posts anyway XD)

[Kitty Love]

(( works for me... why did I think Tigs? LOL. Siru needs ot grow x.x ))