I can't tell the difference between my angels and demons. {open}

[darkest.desires.]

The sun rose high in the vast ocean of blue sky the time of the day more than likely around noon the way the sun was positioned. Not a cloud in sight for miles which made the hot climate that much more unbearable, the dirt had had all the moisture sucked from it long ago from the scorching heat. A large ocean opened out and went on for more miles than the eye could see. The entire ambiance of the scene in front of the woman was beautiful yet depressing to look upon having had the "life" of the land sucked from itself by the daunting sun. As the small waves lapped against the land then returned back to the ocean, the land was once again moist before the heat drew the sweet substance out once more leaving it almost lifeless looking. As if looking into a mirror the land around her a near perfect reflection of herself, once full of life with a few glimpses of her former self showing only to be sucked back into the cold and lifeless state she was before.

Camille Dark stood as still as a statue not moving a muscle for a moment feeling the sun beating down on her already sun kissed skin. A few minutes passed before a sigh parted her plump pouty crimson lips, slowly peeling off her royal purple camisole top she revealed her nicely toned stomach. After removing her top she fixed her bikini top adjusting it to cover more of her round breast. Shrugging off her blue jean shorts she tightened the bottoms of her swim wear also fixing the coverage of her nicely round bum. Her long muscular legs flexed for a moment as she examined them closely a brief second passed before she took her long honey brown locks in her hand and suspending it in a messy bun on the top of her head. The white of her swim suite made her already sun kissed flesh look two shades darker than it naturally was. Before she could think about anything she dove deep into the water the cold liquid stung her hot skin. Breaking the surface she gasped the shock of the freezing water took her by surprise. After the initial shock she started to float on her back, closing her eyes she let her mind wonder. Some time had past leaving the orange glow of the setting sun in the sky as she slowly made her way to shore.

A few yards out from shore something wrapped around her slender ankle pulling her under the surface. Fighting against whatever had grabbed her she thrashed and kicked only to find that whatever was holding her ankle tightened the more she struggled. Her lungs burned for air as she was starting to feel a little hazy from the lack of oxygen to her brain. Trying to calm herself she opened her eyes, the natural salt in the ocean burned for a moment but she adjusted before she saw that it was a live plant that she had read about long ago. She knew once the plant thought she was dead it would let her go. On the verge of passing out and drowning the plant finally released her ankle breaking the surface she gagged and sputtered trying to force out the liquid that was in her lungs. Finally making it ashore she crawled before tossing herself on her back coughing up the left over liquid in her lungs. Ragged breathes made her chest rise and fall, closing her eyes as they watered from the burning sensation of the salt water still linger in them. Trying to rest and calm her heart that was still slamming against her chest she heard a clearing of a throat and deep voice asking, "you alright?"

[Skie and Avery]

“You alright?” he’d said casually. Watching her sputter was amusing, Avery thought. The demon king sat on a stone near the shore, stark naked and letting his glittering wing gleam in the sunshine while he stretched. He had in his hand an apple, a broad bite taken from the flesh to expose the pale beneath the red. He offered it now.

In truth he’d spent some time watching her as she prepared for her swim, the more of her skin she exposed, the further he’d been lured to her. When he watched her pulled under, he almost went to save her, until he realized that it might be better to wait. After all, frail things were less fun than the strong. Something with the will to survive, well this was something he was learning from his new master was even sweeter than the finest wine.

It would taste even better when he snuffed it from her.

[darkest.desires.]

Slowly rolling to her side so she could see who had spoken to her still trying to expel the last of the water in her lungs. Her chest and throat burned as she tried to clear her throat though the attempt made her beautiful features twist slightly with pain. "Fine, thanks." Her voice was hoarse and strained as she pushed off the ground and stood up, her sun kiss skin now had dirt clingy to her back and side from laying on the ground. Trying to dust it off she let her dark midnight ocean blue eyes wonder over the body of the male/demon whatever he was. A hunger sparked in her eyes as she could feel the beast pacing back and forth inside her. If the male looked at her closely he could see a scar on her left side that was almost a foot long starting from the side of her hip working its way up to her breast the other was a set of claw marks on her right shoulder, those scars the only thing that marred her beautiful body. She looked at the apple that he offered and shook her head before taking her lovely locks out of the sad looking bun that now was almost falling out of. Her long locks fell down in waves like a cascading water fall, the residual part of the water that was still there left droplets of water slowly sliding down her body.

"Is there a reason why you are here, watching me almost drowned with that smug look on your face?"

Sighing softly she bent over causing her swim suit to expose a little more of her round sweet, delectable looking bottom before she stood up straight. Pulling her camisole over her still soaking wet body she eyed him arching her eyebrow as he looked as if he wanted to take a bite out of her. Liking her full pouty crimson lips before they were pulled into a fierce wicked grin. Pulling on her short shorts she left the zipper down and the button undone so that her white bottoms could still be seen, her tank top now soaked from the water that was left on her body looked like a second skin hugging her every curve.

[Skie and Avery]

Avery grinned, appreciating the view. He was tensing for attack in more ways than one, every muscle in his body at attention. Green eyes dancing with mischief, his dark honey hair gleaming in the sunlight, he was electric with attention. He could strike now. The sweet scented pheromones he produced were ready to pour into the air and overtake her.

It would be more fun to wait, he thought.

“I would have jumped in the moment I thought you needed rescuing, dear,” he promised, winking as he sank his teeth into the apple again with a soft crunch. The juice was running down his fingers, and he chewed happily while he watched her despite fruit never having been his favorite. He preferred to spear flesh and rend tendons with his sharp teeth. The morsel before him was even sweeter looking than the fruit in his hand.

“I can’t deny that any maid such as yourself to find an oasis in the desert is more than capable of handling herself.” His eyes had caressed her scars, and now he remembered their violence. “I’m sure you’ve handled yourself many a time before.”

He hoped she would catch his myriad meanings. Innuendo was more fun when shared.

[darkest.desires.]

Arching her eyebrow she watched as he eyed her body like she was a piece of meat. Ringing her locks out so that they weren't dripping water all over her, fluffing her honey brown waves so that they cascaded in soft waves down past her shoulder. Letting the tip of her tongue trace her red plump, pouty lips as she toyed with him a little more than she should have a random stranger. Though the beast inside her paced back and forth wanting more than one thing from this man/demon thing, she could feel herself eyeing the males figure drinking in his appearance and nicely sculpted body. First his broad chest that kind of puffed out with nicely well shaped pectorals, next his stomach that had the v- shape that every woman dreamed about along with some abs placed finally in there. She looked at his large wings a smile caressed her lips as she found his strong shoulders to be extremely attractive to her. Her attention was drawn back to him as he spoke to her in response.

Laughing slightly she shook her head at him, "this may be a fun cat and mouse game that were are playing darling but what do you want with me or why are you here?" Tossing her head to the side with a questioning look on her beautiful features, tapping her foot as if to show she wanted an answer sooner rather than later. "And please do me a favor and don't give me any of that bullshit about it was destiny or I was merely just taking a walk and stumbled upon you." Rolling her midnight ocean blue eyes she waited to see if he was really going to give her a straight up answer or a cheesy line.

This time tossing her head back she let the full sound of her care free laughter fill the air around them, "my good sir I am fair from a fair maid or anything of the sort, I am just a girl that can handle her own in many more ways than one and has a foul mouth and sometimes an attitude the size of a truck to go with it. Most can't handle it or me but I could give two shits left."

Offering him a sweet smile placing her hand on her hip waiting to see if they were indeed going to finish this cat and mouse game or was he going to indulge her with something else.

[Skie and Avery]

“No bullshit,” he smirked, using her colloquialism. “I’d never lie to you, my dear.”

Sliding from his perch, Avery approached. He stayed out of arms reach, bowing his head and slowly letting his steps strafe. He was casually circling her, the way a shark in the water would wind around something interesting. Not sure if he would strike or not, he could at least appreciate her form for now. Those scars, now that was something interesting.

“In full truth, you grabbed my attention. A girl, alone in a desert, swimming at an oasis. Not a care in the world? Not something you see every day.” He didn’t mention that he hadn’t seen much gear in the area, though if she were as good at taking care of herself as she seemed she may have it hidden. Avery had plenty reason to be in Fallien and traveling light, but her? She didn’t seem like the fetch quest type.

“After watching for a little bit,” he added, his grin growing more predatory as he paused in his rotation and gave her an emerald leer, “I decided I was going to rape and eat you.” He stroked himself, making sure to draw as much attention to his naked glory as possible before winking.

“But I’ve been told you can’t rape the willing.”

[darkest.desires.]

Camille watched him closely as he circled her around and around, this was going to be an interesting game of cat and mouse and right now the way he was circling her she was sure to be the prey. Though the thought of being preyed on didn't frighten her as much as it should have. Tapping her bare foot on the hot ground her midnight ocean blue colored eyes flashed a jet black as she could feel the blood lusting beast pace back and forth waiting to take control.


"I am not a girl far from a girl dear so your first observation you made of me is wrong." Tilting her head slightly causing her honey brown locks fell like a curtain to the side of her face shielding it. Pushing her hair behind her ear so that she could see clearly before folding her arms under her perky breast popping her hip out to the side, "second I have more stress than cares in the world so the second one is also wrong so you are oh for two so far." She faced him giving him a gleaming smile as her canines were slightly elongated not all the way to turn her into the Halfling beast that she could but closely she was losing control. She could hear the seductive whisper of the beast in her mind, let me take control Camille let take care of all the problems while you sit in the background resting. You deserve a break just let me do it."

A shutter ran down her body he might have mistaken it for her finding him attractive which she did but the reason was she was fighting the urge to let the beast have its wish. Though when he spoke of rape and eating her she snapped her eyes consumed with black and her nails turned to claws and her fangs protruded touching her lower full lip. "Try and I will rip your man hood parts off and strip it to your fore head and make you a limp dick uni-corn!" A deep growl left her chest as she waited to see what he was going to do.

[Skie and Avery]

His laughter was bubbly and light. Avery crossed his arms and relaxed, daring her with the sparkle of his eyes to attack. At least he could say she was interesting. He’d had a pretty face before, and now he wanted something that needed a little more polish to appreciate. As his eyes fell to the front of her open trousers, he felt an appreciation for a little sparkle and shine.

“Just a bit of a joke, love,” he assured her. “I misjudged the humor.”

There was electricity and tension in the air. Something on his spine was waiting for it to snap. It was different than the anticipation he found in the House of Sin. His tutelage under Aurelius was still in its infancy, after all. For a moment, Avery wondered if he could bring this girl back to his mentor as a prize. As his mind worked, he realized that he would need to transform her, change her to impress the tiefling. There was no end of boring beauty in the brothel. He would need to return with a tithe of something more.

“Let’s find a cool spot and get to know each other,” Avery suggested, holding out his hand to her. From the golden highlights of his hair to the sparkle along his one wing, he shone in the Fallien sunlight. “I won’t bite if you don’t want me to.”

[darkest.desires.]

Camille felt herself shake with anger at his laughter that was not appropriate for the situation that he had just placed her in. Her manicured finger nails started to elongate into her claws as her midnight ocean blue eyes shifting to black and back again. The beast insider her was lurking in her mind pacing back and forth as it tried to fight to gain control of her. Her lycan/wolf spirit used to have it's own mind until all that she loved was taken from her. Cordelia her mind whispered with sorrow at the name of her spirit/other half that had let the blood thirsty beast take over. Shaking her head causing little droplets of water to fly off the tips of her hair landing on the male in front of her. A small growl left her plump lips noticing that he was staring down at her private areas. Being side tracked by her mind wondering her nails had returned along with the lovely hues of her eyes. Quickly she buttoned up her shorts before glaring back at the male folding her arms over her chest in annoyance.

"I have very little humor and I promise you what little I do have doesn't involve cannibalism and rape."

The air thick with tension she waited to see if he was true to his word about joking or was he trying to ease her rage, though the look of mischief in his wondering eyes told her something completely different. She knew that her guard was to stay up when it came to him when he offered his hand she scoffed slightly before bending down to pick up her bow and arrows before tossing them over her shoulder. Looking back at the male she noticed that his hand was still out for her to grasp as she chewed on her lower lip unsure of what to do. Finally sighing she took his hand in hers the feeling of another's flesh touching hers sent shivers down her spine. It has been years since she has had any type of contact with another male. Pulling the male along she head towards the trees as they walked she stole glances at the man that walked beside her.

"You won't ever get the chance to bite me willingly, because it simply wont happen," she assured him before dropping his hand and placing hers behind her back. For some reason having skin to skin contact with him made the blood thirsty beast inside her howl with pleasure, which only meant one thing. Dark or demonic presences lived in this man.