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Cynical retreat.

Jan 06, 2003 07:16

The affliction of having his most loathed sibling fracture through the seemingly impervious slab of steel was like a vile phantasm only a dervish could smile at. The resounding drum within his plastered skull deafened the words his moron of a brother utter, and he's most appreciative of his state for that sole reason ( Read more... )

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seth_dot_com January 6 2003, 02:00:52 UTC

*he looks blankly at his open front door, thinking that he might want to kick someone's ass for leaving it like that. The smell of blood wafts to him and his eyes narrow. He moves to the livingroom and makes a secure nest for the baby with two plush armchairs and pillows from the couch. He takes off his shirt and covers her with it and moves further into the house.
He is startled by the sight of blood and the feelings of pain. The Chaos that occured here still fills the air, making it pleasently thick. His muscles tense and a smile unknowingly crosses his lips.

Then he sees that it's Gods laying before him.*

What the fuck went on here?

isis_dot_com January 6 2003, 02:02:57 UTC

her head tilted back, hearing her brother behind her

Seth. I love you. hte your wards... Can you please get Hebe nd Herc outside so she can renew nd they can heal? then I'll explain...

seth_dot_com January 6 2003, 02:06:44 UTC

*He moves forward, wordlessly and picks Hebe up, putting her over a shoulder, feeling her blood running down his skin, he shivers. He moves then to Isis, picking her up and walks, half dragging her out the front door where he deposits the females gently on the lawn.*

Sit. Stay.

*He moves back inside and looks over the two wounded men. Instinct tells him what has gone on, which is the aggressor. He picks up the honking beast of a man that is Herc and with little effort, takes him outside as well. Deciding Ares can wait, he stands over the trio, waiting.*

isis_dot_com January 6 2003, 02:11:48 UTC

There ws a loud gsp as her leg ws pulled free of her prison, nd healing powers immediately began to work once she ws outside the door of the house. she closed her eyes, gathering herself as she split her concentration, looking up to her brother

Ares was upset... attacked Herc. then went sort of nuts, trying to really hurt him... Hebe appeared, tried to help... got res to focus on here... Herc sw someone hurting Hebe, mde a lst blow... and knocked everyone out. that's the condensed version...

carefully, she tried to pull herself up onto her legs, testing the healing process, strength crefully regaining s she unconsciously moved towrd the door

seth_dot_com January 6 2003, 02:17:07 UTC

*he looks vastly unamused.*

Don't go in there. *his voice is stern. Unlike what she has ever heard*

Just, go home. I'm not mad at you. But you need to go home.

*he's doing his best not to lick at his arms, his fingers, his hands, his chest. Every place that beautiful smelling blood is touching. He wants it. So bad. But he knows what it does. And he knows KNOWS it has to be good. Oh he wants it. Needs it.*

Damn it! *he snaps* Don't even argue!

isis_dot_com January 6 2003, 02:19:08 UTC

Seth...

she bites her lip, head lowering slightly at his tone, her own softly pleading in a rare show of vulnerability

please.

seth_dot_com January 6 2003, 02:22:36 UTC

*his breathing is unsteady now as he fights himself. He can hear the blood calling him. He saw the blood on Ares. He knows the feeling that's eminating from the downed god. He has to have the blood. He wont. No. There's something in his eyes that she's never seen before. Deep. Bad.*

I said dont fucking argue with me.

isis_dot_com January 6 2003, 02:26:03 UTC

she bit her lip, faltering as she watched him, mind unable to compute anything more tonight. legs buckled under her and she crumpled with a choking gasp, disappearing before her form hit the ground

hebe_dot_com January 6 2003, 02:15:56 UTC

Hebe blinks up at the sky, and waits. She can feel the wound on her wrist slowly knitting itself closed.

Of course replacing all the blood her brother guzzled will take longer than just being outside the temple and it's stupid wards.

When she can talk again, she's going to mention it - how stupid it is to ward against healing.

The ground has slowly stopped spinning.

She shifts when she senses Herc somewhere near, one hand reaching out for him blindly.

seth_dot_com January 6 2003, 02:26:18 UTC

*he looks at Hebe, looks quickly away. Remebers the cut on her wrist. His brain puts it together. He grits his teeth and his jaw clamps shut. He swallows hard and his muscles tense until his entire body is quivering with strain. That blood is in her. He hasn't tasted it yet. Maybe he should. Oh gods, no.

Keep control seth.

Hold on.

But it's in there, flowing free and abundant. Just smell it. feel it. It's calling to you.

Goddamn it. Keep hold of yourself.

If his teeth werent clamped shut, his tongue would move over his lips. If his body wasn't locked, he'd leap on her.

He closes his eyes. He concentrates.*

hebe_dot_com January 6 2003, 02:32:29 UTC

Hebe picks up on the tension from the other God. The Chaos God.

Her mind scrambles through a thousand curses in a thousand different languages and still the best summary is - fuck!.

Tiredly, she starts to crawl away, and then remembers; injured, prey, excitability.

Fuck

Hebe blinks to clear her vision and try to find Herc. She need to get them home. Get them safe.

But he's not close enough, and to get to him she's going to have to move.

"S..Seth ?"

seth_dot_com January 6 2003, 02:40:58 UTC

*eyes still closed, his body turns in her direction, his head bows and tilts slightly to the left. His eyes open and he's looking at her. Icy blue eyes boring into the soul of the young goddess. Poor wounded thing. Poor weak and tired thing. Delicate and pretty little thing. Young and unknowledged in the desires of one like him. Ancient like him.
Carnal images flood him. Old pictures of flesh being destroyed between his teeth. Blood spilling over his lips and chin. Death coming so sweetly. So easily.
His farel side has reared and no one is safe.

And she spoke his name. Oh lovely to envoke Chaos. Lovely to hear that word on the lips of one such as her. A gift such as her. None like this have been placed on his altar before.

His blood pounds in his veins. His heart screams out to ravage her. To take her lovely blood.

NO!

his eyes close again. Against what he's seeing. Against the memories.

NO! *

...H....Ebe....

*violent shudders pass through him, rocking his body.*

hebe_dot_com January 6 2003, 02:46:39 UTC

Hebe goes still immediately.

It's time to be practical. She's going to have to leave Herc. He's immortal, he won't die. And maybe somehow, he'll find his way home and she'll heal him when she's better.

But sticking around right now, with Seth bucking against himself for control. Not wise.

And somewhere in the temple is Ares. And if he wakes up...

"Look after him...please."

Hebe braces herself for the disapparation, heading for the one place she knows only Herc is aware of, and that is warded against all others.

The idle thought hits her that she'd be able to concentrate on moving better if she was pregnant.

It doesn't last through the first tingles of her disappearance.

seth_dot_com January 6 2003, 02:56:46 UTC

*Chaos relaxes his muscles noticably when the tiny creature is gone. And with that everything that was in him rushes out. A roar of absolute rage and dispair sounds out in the night. Filling the air for miles and miles.

The release is enough to bring tears to the God's eyes.

He sinks to his knees, eyes skewed shut, tears falling down his cheeks, jaw clinched tightly, head bowed to the world.

He lost her.

LOST HER He regains himself enough to open his eyes and look at herc. Long enough to remember Ares and walk into the house and drag him out. Long enough to place a wall between them large enough to keep them seperated until they get to their respective homes ( ... )

kali_dotcom January 6 2003, 15:30:41 UTC

*her head snaps up as she feels the energy flowing over the lands, and her face breaks into a predatory smile as she walks outside and follows the smell of blood to Sets Temple. Her eyes gaze up at him and the feel of his energy makes something inside of her snarl. She takes a long pin from her hair and draws a thin line down her arm*
Lord of Chaos..Would you like some more? *she holds out her arm and the blood flows down to her fingers in invitation*

seth_dot_com January 6 2003, 15:37:14 UTC

*he sees face. Arms. Flesh.

Female.

Wounded.

In a second he's off the roof and slinking toward her. Wry grin placed on his face.

He grabs the arm roughly and looks at the blood streaming from fingers. Gently, at first, he licks the wound. Calm on the outside, heart racing on the inside.

Oh careful.
Careful with this one.

A snap of senses and he's ripping into flesh with his teeth, tearing into it. Devouring it. Holding the arm with a strength known to few.*

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