Anger

[Zaiden Dean]

Vokun held folded arms against his chest, staring at the passing members of Coruscant society. His was a mind wrought with thoughts of a woman spoken too recently. She had been abused beyond belief, more than ever acceptable - under any means. With a fury unlike most imagine, the air around him literally thrummed with the emotion felt to his deepest core.

He wished he could do something for her, make her feel as good as he did when she showed her kindness to such a worthless piece of filth. To have met her before she had been hurt, by anyone. To claim her under his care. Yet, what could he do? Time was an unchanging hell. One simply lived through their hells every day. Dying with each moment, trying to live but never really reaching that point.

A single instant let his emotions broil upward, pushing him into the past life he had held, the one to harm as he saw fit. Power surged to his vocal cords as he was too unleash his voice in a savage yell, unconcerned with passersby. At the final second, he spun in place, Shadow Coat billowing outward a bit against the wind, biting down the Force.

He kicked off of the ground, bouncing over a large space, landing on the next platform over. Hands in his pocket, the Fallen God slid hands into his pocket as he walked in silence.

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[Avaritia Daemon]

Avaritia isn't like other people. She is different. For those few people who knew her well enough, it seemed like she came from a different universe. There was something mysterious about her big green eyes and auburn hair. She was so beautiful, not only her face, but her soul. Yes, she was charming.

Sighing , she would shoved her hands onto the pockets of her coat. Her hands were always as cold as ice but she had the warmest heart. Ava loved everyone, every living creature. She was kind and loyal, and always there for anyone in need. But she never tried to please people. No, anything she did- she did because of her pure heart.

She didn’t need fame or money, she never tried to impress anyone. And yet, she did. People admired her. The way she walked, talked, her manners and elegant fashion. She always read classic, was intelligent and well educated.

Ava always listened. Loved soul talks. She wanted to understand what was going on with the person's soul she was talking with. She never talked much, but everything she would ever say made a perfect sense. She was still very young, but she was wise. Much wiser than people around her. This is why she always spent her time alone.


She enjoyed solitude, she loved being alone with her thoughts, she needed it. She was always thinking, and sometimes it burdened her. But she has always lived this way, and knew how to manage. She kept all of her worries to herself, feeling no need to share them with the world. Why would she do that? She knew everyone had their own problems and no one had time for hers. And that’s okay. She was so grateful for her life, because she remember the life before she got to where she currently was- much harder, much more terrifying. She never complained.

Walking forward aimlessly, she would wonder how she came to be about here. Nothing made sense anymore and she felt quite lost .

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[Zaiden Dean]

Damien Daemon muttered savagely as he always dId, warning Zaiden. He could not hold the Ancient Alchemist, his power was to much to restrain. He better be released, or else this would end horribly. But Zaiden was unafraid. As he was in all situations.

His cobalt shaded eyes glanced skyward a moment, staring at the moon and remembering his time in the sun. The genetic make up of his newest body now made him incredibly weak to UV rays. Sanguinius Vampirika perished in the light of a sun. Plain and simple. Zaiden absent mindedly drug his tongue against the tips of his razor tipped fangs.

It was then he realized. He was hungry. Bringing his gaze back down again, catching sight of a lithe form as it moved. Vokun dropped into a predatorial state of mind. His body thrummed, his mind sharpened. It was almost an arousal state as well, for hunting a beauty always was grand as well. His blood boiled at the idea of feasting on her flesh.

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[Avaritia Daemon]

Inexorably phlegmatic, unresponsive to the exhibition of the male. Antithetical interior impulses clash with exterior aplomb. Whilst conflicted with an appropriate response . Emerald irises beaming within the moonlight. While she moved forward.

Brilliance in illuminated irises shot dark and devoid of any spark. Whilst she herself seemed untaxed or phased, what-so-ever. Annoyance danced just beneath the surface wildly, her face a mask of simple neutrality. Taking a deep breath she would return to the task at hand. On the contrary her emission seemed to release an immense weight for her.

Her posture and stance relaxed a bit. Though any with expert or higher detection could sense the reality. This release was but a pale comparison to what remained stored within this vessel. After all, a vessel comes with its own limitations. From beneath her heels cracked and crumbled the branches and soil.

After remaining silent for a time. She would grace the male with her words. Her vocals soft.

"Stalking is unbecoming "

Her words flow with such intricacy and fluidity. Simple expressions and uncompleted terms seemed like honey flowing from the mouth of a poet. A composer with words to sound out a spell of enticement, a curse upon those who give in to such temptation.


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[Zaiden Dean]

Vokun stepped forward without trepidation, his eyes glowing predatorial luminescence, "I do not stalk, not now. No, I hunt. If I were to stalk, you would never sense me, nor see, hear, or have any other warning." His fangs glinted enticingly in the light from his eyes which mingled with that of the lunar beaming.

His step continued, still unceasing. This was a man that had the blood thirst. She would be his, unless a miracle stepped in. Much the same as his time so long ago. When he drained any being of their energy. Though this is a new feeling. A hollowness that can't be filled. A hunger that could not be sated. A drive unmet.

"Will you turn and face the hunter, little lamb?" Vokun asked. This was not as he was most recently, the thirst making him like an animal. It was unpredictable how this could continue. Would it be a sexual event, a outright feeding unto death, or simply a tasting?

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[Avaritia Daemon]

A soft sigh would slip past her lips, hands moving to grasp at the hood atop her head. Shifting her posture, it wasn't long before she pivoted upon her heads and turn to face the male.

Brown brow crept outward, fear undetected in the calm pulse of the female. If anything she was exasperated at the situation at hand. Head tilting to the side, she would then study him with open curiosity, her hand absently moving to rest upon the blade at her waist. The same blade her mother had both given her and then tried to use to sacrifice her. The bet blade that had the name of her Father's family on its.



Watching and waiting, she would keep her her guard up, emerald hues sliding over his form and then taking in the sight of his fangs. Not bothered in the least, she would wait for his reaction.
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[Zaiden Dean]

The Force flowed within his muscles for a moment before he seemingly vanished. With an already greatly enhanced speed, the Force driving it higher to mind boggling extremes. He rushed in a single lunge toward her side, not too attack but rather to slide behind her. The momentum lasted quite a moment as he slid to halt, the short burst driving him farther than he had expected. However it took only a single step to be close to her back.

"I smell caution, but.. No fear?" Vokun murmured, watching as the unseen spirit of the bound Damien Daemon stared in blatant shock at the face of his daughter. Vokun could not know that was what it was, but he knew the surprise, "I am wondering... What would your blood taste like..?" With that he would reach out, seeking to lightly drag his fingers against her neck, brushing her hair back as he did. He made no other movement.

It was then that the rage began. It was like a physical manifestation. Damien saw him touch her, and was outright enraged. The non-corporeal form sought to slam him with blows. They did nothing, however the pure energy rolling off of him as he roared, dropped him to the ground clutching at his head for a second.

"Ava, run!" Damien said, for a single moment viewable to the heir to his name.

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[Avaritia Daemon]

It would seem the crossing of paths inevitable on this blood paved road; of course soon to quite the literal sense. As it appeared the male was on a mission, despite the tick of obsidian heels.
 Regardless of the reflective emerald glare. And the faux strike of twin appendages, in applaud.
              
❝I see thou both not waste time in sating thine hunger. For an man, thou art certainly...
                                ＥＦＦＩＣＩＥＮＴ               ❞


It was then that she saw a ghost and with said ghost came the roaring anger, fingers plucked the blade from her belt with precise movements and then grasped the tip of the blade only to hurl it directly at the male clutching his head.

Now, he had the nerve to try and save her?Where was he when she was bleeding out on the floor and calling for her father. No, he didn't get to interfere anymore.

Why is my father lurking around you?" Her tone was both quiet and livid at the same time.
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[Zaiden Dean]

Vokun felt the blade sink into his shoulder, straight to the hilt. Instantly the cold burn could be felt, as well as the opposing sticky warmth against the outward flesh. Rising to his feet, Vokun let his power flow out, grasping the spirit of Damien. Instantly he sucked at the power the Master of the Force. His eyes shimmered a bright cyan for a moment. The result was the blade shot from the wound where it began to heal at incredible rate.

In a single moment the wound ceased its bleeding and appeared as if it had been healing for several days already.

"Damien, if you interfere again, I will drain this woman until she.." Vokun paused, cocking his gaze from the spirit to the woman, "Father?" His brows could not be more arched. He was never even aware the bastard had sired an heir.

"Don't you... Touch her..." Damien snarled, weakened by the loss of power.

"You are a Daemon?" Vokun asked, shock still showing.

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[Avaritia Daemon]

Lips curled back slightly ;disdain presenting itself upon delicate features. Emerald hues watch the male's reaction, brow arching slightly before she would glance at the knife on the ground. Mixed feelings always came with that blade. Sighing softly, it wasn't long before she reached out on the force; the blade soon spinning through the air so that it would land at her feet.

Watching the man from the corner of her eyes, she would lean down and pick the blade up. "Why ask a stupid question you already know the answer to ?" Soon a hand rose to run through her hair, annoyed at the way things had suddenly turned.

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[Zaiden Dean]

"Who is to say that I know? I am not omniscient." Vokun asked, a brow arched still, though the other had settled. Now that he knew what he was looking at, the girl did share similarities. Though the brightest and most obvious, was her aura. If one could smell an aura, he would say hers reeked of Damien's.

"You sly dog." Vokun murmured, "I never would have guessed someone could put up with you." It was true, Damien having always been somewhat of apiece of poodoo. Who had he sired this woman with? What had been the situation to lead into this very moment? Why was she agitated by the sight of her deceased father?

"My, but I am thirsty."

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[Avaritia Daemon]

Appearing quite out of place amongst the surroundings she found himself within. The mysterious female was adorned in a matching suit. Black on black with a white necklace to off set the balance in dark colors. Her medium length ebony locks feathered like that of a ravens wings.

Eyes closed for but a brief moment. Long thick black lashes lift to reveal those piercing eyes. An exhale leaving parting lips which form a small smile.

Fingertips expertly flip the blade within her grasp, pausing slightly upon his mention of being thirsty. Emerald hues take the male before her in with a slight morbid curiosity before the blade is poised against the palm of her hand.


"I'm guessing you don't have a cup lying around do you?"

Was she being a smartass?Yes. She learned from the best; her mother. Brow arching slightly, she would give him hardly any time to response before an expert slice was given, blood soon pouring from the crease in her opposite arm.

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[Zaiden Dean]

Vokun fought to instantly lunge, instead he moved slowly and took her flesh to his mouth. As his fangs instinctively pierced more, the blood gushed forward. Drinking in her most intimate offer, he felt his body begin to thrum with energy. It was the literal essence of life being provided for his body. It was a struggle not to take too much.

Vokun closed his eyes as he withdrew. Dropping to his haunches, he focused on not twitching to the rush of power. Next he looked up at the woman, "Thank you." Holding a hand out, he sent a tendril of power, sealing her wound. Making sure it was blemish free, he released her appendage. With difficult if he admitted it to himself.


"You are mighty trusting. For all you know I could have killed you."

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[Avaritia Daemon]

"Death like change is inevitable.."Came the immediate response to his remark about her being trusting. A simple smile was offered in his direction before she stared at the area around him.

"So, why is my father lurking around you?"Were the next words out of her mouth, she had heard that her father was gone. But, felt nothing. He ignored her pleas through the force when she needed him the most. There is no way he couldn't of sense what her mother was doing. That betrayal brought forth a fissure of hate that just continued to fester and grow until she felt nothing but boiling rage upon the mention of her father.

Watching the man before her curiously, she would then tilt her head once more, studying him openly like he was the most fascinating thing she had come across .

[member="Vokun"]

 

[Zaiden Dean]

Vokun smiled, "He perished at my hand, after keeping me bound to his body for a time. When I came back to the living, finding a body, and preparing for battle, I killed him. I do not apologize for it. The bastard was cruel and the leader of the Sith at one time. He deserved what he was given. Now he is bound to me the same way, letting me siphon his energies as if he were a battery." Rising to his feet, Vokun let the smile fade, "Though.. I had no knowledge that he bored heirs.. It would have changed things. Who was your mother? Would I know her?"

"If ever anyone asks, I bear all of his intellect and can reveal it. Alchemical lessons of untold calibers."

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[Avaritia Daemon]

"My mother is Deneve Verd , Daughter to Isley Verd."It took more than she would of liked to keep the emotions at the mention of her mother locked down tight.

"My mother seemed to like my father on some days. I hardly knew him. It was my twin sister that knew him and then she died.. I was kept away from him. And over with the Mandalorian side of the family." She would shrug lightly, not bothered in the least bit that the man before her flat out told her that he murdered her father. Some might think there was something wrong with her when no reaction occurred. [member="Vokun"]

 

[Zaiden Dean]

Vokun nodded, "I have heard of Metus, but never had a chance to meet him." He said with a shrug. After a wipe over his lips, his face no longer showed the viscous fluid there. He offered a hand, "Vokun of Val'hala," He was still trying to be courteous, but did not know more than that what to do.

This was an oddity for him. He did not know how to react to a person whose father he killed.

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[Avaritia Daemon]

"Avaritia Daemon. " Taking his hand, she gave it a light shake before laughing softly, clearly amused by the situation at hand. Retracting her hand from his she would purse her lips slightly, only to begin speaking soon after.


"It's okay. You killed my father . I could care less. No need to be weird."

Turning on her heels, she would glance around momentarily before turning back to him, "If you'll excuse me. I do believe I could go for a stiff drink." Blunt and straight to the point, it was very strange how she was completely unaffected by what had just transpired moments ago. But, that was just her now. She was a very strange woman indeed.
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[Zaiden Dean]

"Well, a drink, eh? Just over there is a cantina I frequented for a time many years ago." Vokun saod, then gestured over his shoulder. It was a nice little place, one where he had been attacked twice in a single sitting. Once by dual mandalorians, both of which left broken in many, many, pieces. The next was a single Wookiee, boy was that interesting. That guy beat him down.

"Ill show you." Vokun turned and began to lead the other toward it, occasionally bringing his gaze back toward her. She was a beautiful young woman, and he noticed. It made him wonder what her species was, seeing as like himself, Damien frequented different bodies and species. Maybe she was an Anzat, than again maybe she was Tera Vampir.

"Why are you unaffected by the death of your father? I sense.. anger. As if he abandoned you."

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