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Repost: Hazards #5 [Mugy + Pyx]
From: January 16th, 2003
#5: A Feeling
--=--Mugendie--=--
It didn't take me long to track down Aree-Aru and my cowardly cousin. Pyxoliperi had managed to flee almost to the boundary of the Devil's District. I had to admit that his speed was impressive.
Especially since he'd apparently been unconscious while moving.
The little catboy had hidden himself in the bubbling depths of a lava pit. When I arrived, my wolfish uncle was sitting at the pit's edge and staring down. I couldn't see anything, but there was something... I hadn't noticed it before, but for the devil who he was, he had went down rather easily at my hand. Too easily, in fact. Although Aree-Aru's children couldn't be as powerful as I was, they still should have been able to put up some fight against me, even when caught off guard. Videmy certainly could.
But this black-haired beauty had nearly crumbled in my grasp. Even as an inexperienced newborn, he should have been able to get away. Pyxoliperi had merely kicked his feet. The reaction was curious--I hadn't expected him to be so...weak.
I watched as Aree-Aru muttered at the lava pit. From the distance where I had stopped (mostly out of my uncle's striking range), there was a faint irregularity in the energy coming from the pit. A faint, sweet, already familiar voice tickled at the back of my mind.
"Go away, go away...leave me alone..."
"Now, Pyxoliperi.."
"I said go away!"
"You need to come back with me-"
"No!"
Aree-Aru sighed, shaking his head.
"Fine, have it your way. Come back when you're ready."
The damned wolf turned and walked off. Walked right past me, in fact, without blinking an orange eye. Had I suddenly become invisible? Was I suddenly worthless? The stupid old ass...
I moved a bit closer to the lava pit. What had struck me, about my new little cousin, was that his powers seemed diluted. It didn't seem to make sense. Why would have Aree-Aru made his son such an easy target? So tempting and yet unfufilling a catch?
Several minutes passed, and then a black bulge appeared at the far edge of the pit. It clarified, after hesitating a moment, and I could see the moonlight shining on each black hair.
I wasn't quite sure how Pyxoliperi had managed to go into the newly awakened pits without being hurt. The heat they were radiating was quite spectacular.
A pale forehead emerged, then thin black brows and long black eyelashes. After a cute little nose emerged, he stopped. His eyes opened a bit, and his nose twitched. Was he...looking at me?
The ground grew warmer beneath my feet. Not harshly, more like a curious claw poking at my toes. Pyxoliperi's eyes opened a bit further, and he slid across the bubbling bit toward a small outcrop in the rock.
And then it dawned on me. What I had taken to be an irregularity in the pit's energy wasn't one. It had been Pyxoliperi. And the energy from the pit...the heat that radiated...the flames that burst into life as tiny flecks of lava touched the ground...they all bore the same energy as Pyxoliperi.
Pyxoliperi was weaker...because he was supporting the hellfire. He was the hellfire.
A pale hand emerged, its long red nails grabbing at the surface of the rock. The rock gave, oozed beneath his fingers, moved to support him.
I couldn't help but stare as he climbed out of the pit. He was shorter than me (who wasn't), but he wasn't short--his long off-white limbs propelled him out of the hellfire with a simple feline grace. The lava rolled off his body as if it were merely water, leaving his skin gleaming and exposed. It was beautiful...nearly flawless, save for a few bloodily bruised spots at his neck. I looked down at my hands, at the singe marks that lingered.
I was the one who marred him. Marred that smooth skin...
The realization made a strange feeling tingle in my stomach. It slipped down to my groin and I bit my lip. What was this feeling? I hadn't felt it before, couldn't explain it properly...I wanted to drive my nails into Pyxoliperi's pale skin. I wanted to taste his blood, feed on his being. I wanted his beautiful face to twist in pain below me. I wanted to feel the glassy smoothness of his hair between my fingers.
I wanted....him.
From: January 16th, 2003
#5: A Feeling
--=--Mugendie--=--
It didn't take me long to track down Aree-Aru and my cowardly cousin. Pyxoliperi had managed to flee almost to the boundary of the Devil's District. I had to admit that his speed was impressive.
Especially since he'd apparently been unconscious while moving.
The little catboy had hidden himself in the bubbling depths of a lava pit. When I arrived, my wolfish uncle was sitting at the pit's edge and staring down. I couldn't see anything, but there was something... I hadn't noticed it before, but for the devil who he was, he had went down rather easily at my hand. Too easily, in fact. Although Aree-Aru's children couldn't be as powerful as I was, they still should have been able to put up some fight against me, even when caught off guard. Videmy certainly could.
But this black-haired beauty had nearly crumbled in my grasp. Even as an inexperienced newborn, he should have been able to get away. Pyxoliperi had merely kicked his feet. The reaction was curious--I hadn't expected him to be so...weak.
I watched as Aree-Aru muttered at the lava pit. From the distance where I had stopped (mostly out of my uncle's striking range), there was a faint irregularity in the energy coming from the pit. A faint, sweet, already familiar voice tickled at the back of my mind.
"Go away, go away...leave me alone..."
"Now, Pyxoliperi.."
"I said go away!"
"You need to come back with me-"
"No!"
Aree-Aru sighed, shaking his head.
"Fine, have it your way. Come back when you're ready."
The damned wolf turned and walked off. Walked right past me, in fact, without blinking an orange eye. Had I suddenly become invisible? Was I suddenly worthless? The stupid old ass...
I moved a bit closer to the lava pit. What had struck me, about my new little cousin, was that his powers seemed diluted. It didn't seem to make sense. Why would have Aree-Aru made his son such an easy target? So tempting and yet unfufilling a catch?
Several minutes passed, and then a black bulge appeared at the far edge of the pit. It clarified, after hesitating a moment, and I could see the moonlight shining on each black hair.
I wasn't quite sure how Pyxoliperi had managed to go into the newly awakened pits without being hurt. The heat they were radiating was quite spectacular.
A pale forehead emerged, then thin black brows and long black eyelashes. After a cute little nose emerged, he stopped. His eyes opened a bit, and his nose twitched. Was he...looking at me?
The ground grew warmer beneath my feet. Not harshly, more like a curious claw poking at my toes. Pyxoliperi's eyes opened a bit further, and he slid across the bubbling bit toward a small outcrop in the rock.
And then it dawned on me. What I had taken to be an irregularity in the pit's energy wasn't one. It had been Pyxoliperi. And the energy from the pit...the heat that radiated...the flames that burst into life as tiny flecks of lava touched the ground...they all bore the same energy as Pyxoliperi.
Pyxoliperi was weaker...because he was supporting the hellfire. He was the hellfire.
A pale hand emerged, its long red nails grabbing at the surface of the rock. The rock gave, oozed beneath his fingers, moved to support him.
I couldn't help but stare as he climbed out of the pit. He was shorter than me (who wasn't), but he wasn't short--his long off-white limbs propelled him out of the hellfire with a simple feline grace. The lava rolled off his body as if it were merely water, leaving his skin gleaming and exposed. It was beautiful...nearly flawless, save for a few bloodily bruised spots at his neck. I looked down at my hands, at the singe marks that lingered.
I was the one who marred him. Marred that smooth skin...
The realization made a strange feeling tingle in my stomach. It slipped down to my groin and I bit my lip. What was this feeling? I hadn't felt it before, couldn't explain it properly...I wanted to drive my nails into Pyxoliperi's pale skin. I wanted to taste his blood, feed on his being. I wanted his beautiful face to twist in pain below me. I wanted to feel the glassy smoothness of his hair between my fingers.
I wanted....him.
