_{i lie i wait i stop i hesitate i am i breathe i melt i think of me}
IS IT ANY WONDER I CAN'T SLEEP? ALL I HAVE IS ALL YOU GAVE TO ME

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TURN TO THE GATES OF HEAVEN TO MYSELF BE DAMNED TURN AWAY FROM I
_{i taste i love i come i bleed enough i hate i'm not i was i want}

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_guy,
"Copycat."

_vaerxa
"Of my own work -- so, does it really count?"

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_moarghë,
"There are very few men in the world who I find capable of absolutely no redeeming qualities-- and beneath them, I place Vaerxa. He is a moral degenerate and as wicked and ready to bite as a feral animal. It is not that I have explicitly seen what he is capable of, although I have had altercations with him before. He'll push me, dig down under my skin, and I'll snap-- generally, actually, my fist will snap into his face. Generally, I find acts of violence to be filled with a certain satisfaction, the ones I harm physically I absolve of their sins as they ooze apology, but with him-- I do not think I could ever find a place of satisfaction while his frame continues to breath the same air as my own. I attempt civility with him, but it is the weak and poor who come to me later-- my own constituency, telling me of his brutal acts. A girl who did no real harm to him being raped, or a boy having his back flayed open past the point of reasonable suffering. His a sadistic fucker, and if only fate would be so kind as to place him at my doorstep half-alive... I'd know what to do with him. Still, a certain amount of discretion is necessary when harboring such feelings for Guleon's brother. I do not hide them completely-- no, indeed, that would be quite impossible. However, when we are at formal functions, I do my utmost to keep from striking or accosting him. There is a certain amount of smiling that must be put on in order to keep one's job, and I've never had an issue with keeping my mouth shut when I need to... there are few people who make it as difficult as he does, though. And, as if that wasn't enough, there's something off about his eyes. I find it unsettling, and when women look at him with something like-- primal need-- I find myself near vomiting. Of the two, I much prefer the look of the older, though I'd have both of them served medium-rare, of course, if I could have them any way I liked. "

_vaerxa,
"Moarghë makes me laugh – slit, fuck, unravel, beat – as any jester or fool would. Made to birth glee, designed to inspire mirth. That is what this Lacrima bitch is – a joke. Honestly, I wouldn't be wasting my time on her if only she wasn't around so fucking much. She lingers, hovers, like a gnat that one can't really bat away enough times, because she always comes back and seeps into situations like a toxic flood that she does not belong in, and never will. Council members do that. Prying, gnawing, an unwanted imperfection on the label of our race. It's that she doesn't break that's so annoying about her, it's that she doesn't falter, desist, come to any kind of logical reason. Not strong, because women are not really capable of being strong (though delusions of theirs will often say otherwise), but persistent, dogged, convinced that Guleon is a fool and she would do better in his place, like Yitra, only without Yitra's beautifully intelligent mind. Like Moarghë has the capacity to control a thing like our society. I've tried to tell her this. She took it wrong. Typical. She forgets, however, that physical abuse is my prerogative. Every time she hits me, it's like... I'm not sure. Something nice. It's about as pleasurable as the knowledge of superiority, similar in essence to when someone tries to touch you, but can't, because you won't let them. Physically, she can make contact. Draw blood, sure. A little pain is good for the soul, and I take it happily, gleefully, because I know that if I responded she would be fucked. Don't kill her, Vaerxa, says Guleon. You can't kill a council member. You can't do that. Don't be a bad boy. He says this because he knows I can, and knows that I would. Easy. No effort. Start with her massive lips, end with her navel. We could see how badly Guleon would want to fuck her then."

_{ms hero b. verges}
OF SOUL-EATERS & 516 YEARS, OF WOMEN & THE TWO-FACED

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_hero,
"We have often heard it spoken of the honor among thieves, Reputedly, there is none. If such is the case, then I have the pleasure of announcing that such is exactly the situation among killers. There is no honor among us, only deception and selfish desire -- I am, of course, ahead of myself. If only I could keep my thoughts straight with such a peculiar creature as Vae in question! Oh, now, Hero, you mustn't look so dour. Vaerxa is my friend, so I believe I've ever right to discuss this one. Oh, but he terrifies you so -- it's humorous. I've never seen my companion so willingly submit to my control as she does when she's in the company of Vae. She freezes up, hides behind my will, allows my actions. She could never play with a beast as fierce and unpredictable as Vaerxa. She would be obliterated. We are two monsters of close companionship, and it cannot be expected that a thing as weak as she could ever understand it. Perhaps i ought to start at the beginning, the beginning where Hero and I shared control -- before cowardice drew her deep, away from the surface. We had been in Atravé because -- well, because why not? -- when we first saw him. I pegged him immediately as an object of interest, while Hero ignored it. She wanted to leave him be, for, she claimed, he was of no use to us. Being the stronger of the pair of us as I am, of course, it was I who dictated our course, tracking the Orc. We are both of us expert at identifying darkness in others, the key difference being that it fascinates me. You can only imagine my delight at seeing his brutality come full circle, as he undid one of god's creations. It is always intriguing, I might add, to see an existence snuffed from the surface of the earth. It was inspiring. I did as I am wont to do, and stalked him as best as I could, as silently as I could manage. It was necessary, I knew, to have a chance at this target. He was lithe and dark and finely made of the blood he spilled: a worthy opponent. This stranger was the challenge which I openly sought, for it was apparent that, in him, I might find a match. Hero, by this point, friends, had hidden herself away. Her protests, attempts to save us, fell upon deaf ears. I suspect that, at this time, he was aware we were following him; I don't suspect he would have found it pleasing, either. Then there it was, the moment we'd all been waiting for: the catastrophic collision of our wits. A mass of snarling, striking, bruising and bleeding. The three of us fell together, dropping and pleasuring in our competition, amused by our condition. How this transformed, in the blur of the event, into a keen passion, I couldn't say. Perhaps Hero could explain it, as she shuddered in the corner of our mind, watching our body writhe with his, but the point is not the means, so much as the end. Amorous actions were a contradiction to the plan, I'll confess, but they were, it seems, for the greater good. We found friends in each other. Well, as close as we can come to having such a thing. Vaerxa is as deranged as anything else I've ever loved, and it has found me a most agreeable partner. We have our styles, of course, and we have our secrets, but when unified under a shower of red, nothing truly separates us."

_vaerxa,
"Fuck me if I can begin to understand what the hell this girl is. At the exterior, she's obvious and plain: eyes of a rabbit, body of a cat, obscured to the brim by the thick-bustled and restricted corsets of the latest fashion. Demure. Pretty, dare I say. But she's messed up nearly as much as I am, I think: she isn't sane, that is for completely certain, with a split personality that battles itself so that one minute, she may be the sad little mystic who doesn't know quite what to do with me, and then there's her. The other one, the one worth half a damn, whose talent for murder is quite admirable, which even I can admit though her fascinating methods differ from mine in the most tremendous, beautiful uniqueness that separates and defines our races. She makes me smile – not as most women make me smile, with all that makes and binds them to what is pathetic and pitiful, merely items to be handled, toyed with, but not really cared for -- here, this girl truly makes me enjoy myself. Unlikely, initially, I thought. Impossible. Just look at her, why would I waste my effort? I think it was her exquisite mind that kept me from confronting her, derailing the beautiful symmetry of her face, that kept uttering thoughts and poisonous ideas of what she wanted to do to me if she could, like she was tracking a challenge, something I am familiar with. Yes, that is it – she and I are similar in that we crave pain in others, blood, superiority. Not the other wench, of course, of timidity and undesirability that heeds little less than acknowledgement, but the monster that resides in that pretty little fragile head of hers. Intrigued, I brushed off her presence. She was a fly. No worry to me. But, like most women, she was annoyingly persistent. Why did she want this? Opponent-seeking little bitch, what was so important about the case, anyway, did she not see what I had done? Offended, annoyed, yet, flattered by the fascinations of a strange girl in me, I suffered her to follow me through the ends of Salvage and into the barren wastelands of open Atrave`. God only knows what was going through her overly-complex brain – fearful, or delighted? If she is, indeed, anything like me, she would have been on the brink of ecstasy, thrilling in the claw of flesh, the scent of freshly exposed blood, sweat, among all other bodily fluids. Initially, I had thought myself to quickly jump and ruin her, maybe cut her hair to sell to some fine doll-maker, save the rest of her for myself and my own interests, but circumstances had surprised us and we found ourselves revelling in the beauty of each other's insanity, though, I am quite sure, Hero takes the cake in this department. I truly love her for it, and, despite the occasional irritants she represents with being an incomplete, or too-complete person, I wouldn't give her and her insanity up for the world."

_{ms nienna h. anárion}
OF SKIN-WALKERS & 125 YEARS, OF WOMEN & THE SAVAGE

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_nienna,
“Vaerxa Icräe. In the name of the old god, I LOATHE THIS MAN. There is possibly no other creature more vile to have walked this godforsaken Earth! Everything about him vexes me. There are no other words that can be used te describe how I feel about him; I HATE HIM. he is vile. He is dangerous. And he needs te be put down like the rabid dog that his is. Fool dared te think ME prey one night, and actually tried huntin’ me. Bloody idiot. Clearly thinks that all women are only good on their backs, or spitting out babes. Well, I set his arse strait, I did. Made him look like a bloody fool… and cut him good so that he will always remember just who I was. If I were te ever see him again, I don’t care if there be a price on his head or not… I’ll bloody kill the bastard! The world, as fucked up as it may be… will be all the better for it!”

_vaerxa,
"Ha, ha, ha. Nienna fills me with glee. You know, the kind of feeling you get when you smash a fly and it ceases its annoying buzzing. Yes, she irritates me. She irritates me greatly, but I'm almost completely positive I'm not alone in this opinion. I think it's undeserving self-righteousness that tips the scale. Or, perhaps, it's the fact she wants me to be afraid of her, but does nothing to help her case (please, madam, if you want to be the murderer, play the part), and even if then, how can I be afraid of a woman? Round, soft, delicate... It's the difference between a pillow and a sword: I wouldn't trust a pillow to do any more than give me comfort when I want it, and this is what angers her, I think. Pathetic, weak, detestable, repugnant female. Dressed up in skins and leather, markings and scars all up and down her arm... Surely she looks the part of a barbarian, but her attacks are weak. Her strategy is poor. Her head is too large for her to make any sort of accurate move, and this is where I gain my upper hand, for my experience and age lend me knowledge she cannot hope to know. I find her amusing. Like an act in a circus. Of course I provoked her for one instant, played with her a short while before resuming my work, and if one good thing can be said about her, it is that she took opportunity and attacked me when I had my back turned. Bravo to her, however weak her hand may be, but a brawl at a bar against a woman is surely not something I would gladly waste my time on, and in no way did she hinder my hunt. In fact, she heightened my anger, and made me twice as successful! But she thinks she did harm? Amusing. Nienna, Nienna. The only huntress you are, my love, is of pain. Find me again and you find success."

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_first,
"There are very few men in the world who I find capable of absolutely no redeeming qualities-- and beneath them, I place Vaerxa. He is a moral degenerate and as wicked and ready to bite as a feral animal. It is not that I have explicitly seen what he is capable of, although I have had altercations with him before. He'll push me, dig down under my skin, and I'll snap-- generally, actually, my fist will snap into his face. Generally, I find acts of violence to be filled with a certain satisfaction, the ones I harm physically I absolve of their sins as they ooze apology, but with him-- I do not think I could ever find a place of satisfaction while his frame continues to breath the same air as my own. I attempt civility with him, but it is the weak and poor who come to me later-- my own constituency, telling me of his brutal acts. A girl who did no real harm to him being raped, or a boy having his back flayed open past the point of reasonable suffering. His a sadistic fucker, and if only fate would be so kind as to place him at my doorstep half-alive... I'd know what to do with him. Still, a certain amount of discretion is necessary when harboring such feelings for Guleon's brother. I do not hide them completely-- no, indeed, that would be quite impossible. However, when we are at formal functions, I do my utmost to keep from striking or accosting him. There is a certain amount of smiling that must be put on in order to keep one's job, and I've never had an issue with keeping my mouth shut when I need to... there are few people who make it as difficult as he does, though. And, as if that wasn't enough, there's something off about his eyes. I find it unsettling, and when women look at him with something like-- primal need-- I find myself near vomiting. Of the two, I much prefer the look of the older, though I'd have both of them served medium-rare, of course, if I could have them any way I liked. "

_vaerxa,
"Mine go here."

_{ms hero b. verges}
OF SOUL-EATERS & 516 YEARS, OF WOMEN & THE TWO-FACED

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_hero,
"We have often heard it spoken of the honor among thieves, Reputedly, there is none. If such is the case, then I have the pleasure of announcing that such is exactly the situation among killers. There is no honor among us, only deception and selfish desire -- I am, of course, ahead of myself. If only I could keep my thoughts straight with such a peculiar creature as Vae in question! Oh, now, Hero, you mustn't look so dour. Vaerxa is my friend, so I believe I've ever right to discuss this one. Oh, but he terrifies you so -- it's humorous. I've never seen my companion so willingly submit to my control as she does when she's in the company of Vae. She freezes up, hides behind my will, allows my actions. She could never play with a beast as fierce and unpredictable as Vaerxa. She would be obliterated. We are two monsters of close companionship, and it cannot be expected that a thing as weak as she could ever understand it. Perhaps i ought to start at the beginning, the beginning where Hero and I shared control -- before cowardice drew her deep, away from the surface. We had been in Atravé because -- well, because why not? -- when we first saw him. I pegged him immediately as an object of interest, while Hero ignored it. She wanted to leave him be, for, she claimed, he was of no use to us. Being the stronger of the pair of us as I am, of course, it was I who dictated our course, tracking the Orc. We are both of us expert at identifying darkness in others, the key difference being that it fascinates me. You can only imagine my delight at seeing his brutality come full circle, as he undid one of god's creations. It is always intriguing, I might add, to see an existence snuffed from the surface of the earth. It was inspiring. I did as I am wont to do, and stalked him as best as I could, as silently as I could manage. It was necessary, I knew, to have a chance at this target. He was lithe and dark and finely made of the blood he spilled: a worthy opponent. This stranger was the challenge which I openly sought, for it was apparent that, in him, I might find a match. Hero, by this point, friends, had hidden herself away. Her protests, attempts to save us, fell upon deaf ears. I suspect that, at this time, he was aware we were following him; I don't suspect he would have found it pleasing, either. Then there it was, the moment we'd all been waiting for: the catastrophic collision of our wits. A mass of snarling, striking, bruising and bleeding. The three of us fell together, dropping and pleasuring in our competition, amused by our condition. How this transformed, in the blur of the event, into a keen passion, I couldn't say. Perhaps Hero could explain it, as she shuddered in the corner of our mind, watching our body writhe with his, but the point is not the means, so much as the end. Amorous actions were a contradiction to the plan, I'll confess, but they were, it seems, for the greater good. We found friends in each other. Well, as close as we can come to having such a thing. Vaerxa is as deranged as anything else I've ever loved, and it has found me a most agreeable partner. We have our styles, of course, and we have our secrets, but when unified under a shower of red, nothing truly separates us."

_vaerxa,
"Mine go here."

_{lady nienna anárion aka the huntress}
OF ethereal & 125YEARS, OF WOMEN & THE SAVAGE

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    _nienna,
“Vaerxa Icräe. In the name of the old god, I LOATHE THIS MAN. There is possibly no other creature more vile to have walked this godforsaken Earth! Everything about him vexes me. There are no other words that can be used te describe how I feel about him; I HATE HIM. he is vile. He is dangerous. And he needs te be put down like the rabid dog that his is. Fool dared te think ME prey one night, and actually tried huntin’ me. Bloody idiot. Clearly thinks that all women are only good on their backs, or spitting out babes. Well, I set his arse strait, I did. Made him look like a bloody fool… and cut him good so that he will always remember just who I was. If I were te ever see him again, I don’t care if there be a price on his head or not… I’ll bloody kill the bastard! The world, as fucked up as it may be… will be all the better for it!”

   _vaerxa,
"Mine go here."

_{sir valerius m. thorne}
OF MYSTICS & 103 YEARS, OF MEN & THE THIEF

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_valerius,
"One would think I’d get along more with someone of my own kind; and you would be very very wrong. Allow me to put it as bluntly as I can; I hate being an Orc, I hate the fact that there are times when I can’t control it and I hate that afterward I enjoyed the entertainment it provided me. I like to think I’m a magician first and foremost; the other half of me is kept a secret. I’ve never told anyone what I was, and if they do happen to find out I’m a Shapeshifter I never reveal what my other half is. It’s how I like it, everyone in the dark and me the only one knowledgeable, until Vaerxa decides to stick his nose where it isn’t welcomed. The minute he walked into the Inn that I was currently occupying he thought it would be a good idea to grill me, and I can honestly say we didn’t get along at first. Personalities tend to clash when they’re so alike in nature but after a few drinks we were best friends and a few more had us upstairs behind closed doors scaring the neighbors. The next morning we started it all over again, and I’ll admit that is pretty out of character for me. Not the sex with strangers part; that happens more times than not, but the effortless friendship that sparked the minute I got over him being a bloody fucking Orc. Did I mention I really can’t stand them? Well Vaerxa happens to be slightly different, a bit like Hero in the sense that I want to constantly ring his neck but he has my loyalty until he fucks it up. And plus he’s an eager fuck buddy, what’s not to like?"

_vaerxa,
"Mine go here."