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    Yewphoria
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    Post by Yewphoria 14th August 2018, 9:07 pm

    The very idea was horrifying. But… Akeldama grabbed the spork with her thumb and forefinger, hand shaking as she took a better grip of it in her own hand. She was a survivor. And soon these would be her new masters.

    Masters that wanted obedience and entertainment… And if she didn’t provide it they may take it out of her in the worst of ways. Akeldama wasn’t going to underestimate their creativity or their barbaric nature.

    They had no fear of consequences, not even needing to hide their heinous acts from this town. She had to get in better with them. She had to entertain, to impress.

    Akeldama grabbed his face by the chin to be sure his head wouldn’t move, then attempted to stab his eye with the spork, doing her best to yank it out. Only… Not quite knowing how. She’d done it with enough force that the plastic spork had gone in, but it wasn’t just popping out when she yanked it out.

    The girl was of course surprised when it turned out to be like... Light that came out of his eye rather than blood. But she squinted to block out some of it and kept going. She had to keep going lest she suffer worse than she was going to make him. And boy would Akeldama do it. Far worse than she had to, for her own sake.

    The little girl was trying to make it look like she was intentionally butchering it rather than just having no clue how to do this. She felt queazy getting her hands in on this, so eventually she tried to scoop out the muddled mess.

    She finally had the eye in one hand now. And now, trembling she reached a bloodied hand into her pocket and pulled out a metallic, ancient looking flask, pouring the alcoholic beverage into the now- mostly empty-  socket.

    The raven haired girl didn’t know if any of this would mean anything to her new owners. She hated how she had had to hurt the only person who had tried to help her. Even now she was trying to hold back both tears, staring at the light that had collected on her hands. She was horrified. But… It was nice to create pain rather than have it inflict it upon her for once. And what pretty blood he had.

    Akeldama would survive no matter what it took. And if that meant that this man take all the pain she knew how to inflict upon him then well… Hopefully it’d mean something. Hopefully at the very least he would have accomplished his objective in saving her.

    She wouldn’t be free, no. But perhaps this might get her in their good graces.

    With trembling hands Akeldama offered the now jelly-like substance that had been Theo’s eye to Veve.


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    Post by Alwe 14th August 2018, 10:03 pm


    The Dreamweaver’s grin brightened as Theo demanded the child do it. She realized what he was doing to an extent-- either making a dare or looking out for the kid. Either way, she anticipated a decent amount of pain. Veronika chose to wait until Akeldama had given her wonderful performance before replying to the fallen man. With deep-seated amusement, the nightmare gazed in in sincere wonder and curiosity and happiness as Akeldama carved up the eye and the socket. This was one violent kid, which proved that she would be useful to the Dreamweaver, despite being a pet of her teammate, Ambrosia. Violent people brought misery wherever they went, which produced a vast buffet of a feeding ground for the Dreamweaver.

    Unfortunately, the eye being butchered meant the eye was butchered. This would not be the best gift she had to offer to a newer guildmate she was presently quite fond of, but hopefully a bit of duct tape and a glue stick would patch it right up. Besides, if she froze the light ‘blood’ to the eye, it could be quite the dazzling specimen. Surely Iris would approve back at the guildhall. If he did not, she would find some other use for it. Smirking, Veronika reached for the eye that Akeldama handed to her. Upon taking the eye, her fingers made contact with the fragile hands of the smaller girl. A flash of the raven-haired girl’s memories were revealed to the ever-ravenous Dreamweaver. The sight of them made her giddy; all she could see was the power of decay that brought anger and ruin to so many. The sights made her think quite fondly of the young teen. “Thank you most kindly,” the blonde gushed with approval, taking the ‘bleeding’ lit golden eye, before turning her eyes towards Ambrosia. “This one’s a keeper. Give her the best kennel you have, and plenty of treats.”

    With those words, the Dreamweaver began to scoot Akeldama back into the direction of her true owner, before turning back to the chocolate man. She would relish his pain. This feast was absolutely astonishing in taste thus far, and it would only get better. Lowering herself back down to the chained terrier, the nightmare would take his face in a gentle palm, gingerly stroking his cheek and directing his face to meet hers. “I don’t just use illusions, dear Theo. This is reality,” she cooed, gazing directly into his remaining eye. “I know more about you than you think-- you’re here in Basilisk Fang because you care about someone, is that right? You have to protect them.”

    Naturally, she was referring to their guild master, Ahote. Veronika knew that Theo was the leader’s bodyguard and as a result was quite loyal to him. “It’s too bad you’ll spend the rest of your life in a cage, never to see that person again. These chains won’t be removed,” she stated, before using her ability to change shape upon herself. In the blink of an eye, she looked like the chocolate man in splendid condition, without a missing eye or the face of pure terror. Mimicking his voice just as he would always hear it, the Dreamweaver continued. “I’ll take your place at Ahote’s side. You’ll be at Ambrosia’s mercy, as either a pet or supper. Nobody will ever know what happened here.”

    With a chuckle, the nightmare arranged another attempt at manipulation of perception. If anyone, including Theo, looked at the wreck in the snow, they would not see the chocolate man, but instead see a blonde-haired and green eyed girl. She had switched their appearances for the time being. Theo would be subject to despair-- there was no hope here, nor any witnesses that were allowed to care or stand up for him. He would be led to believe that the rest of his life would be in captivity, in the shape of the very one who had put him in the chains and bonds. She wanted his mind broken; she craved the sweetness of true despair.




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    Post by ghðst 14th August 2018, 11:57 pm




    In all honesty, he hadn't been expecting it. Even as the feeble hand placed itself beneath his chin, the velvety trace was nothing in comparison to what grounded itself into the eye. Swiftly the left of the vision faded, the additional pain spewing into something that was contrast to what burned within. Strands broke out with each frantic pull and poke, unable to confront this pain whilst his form lay stranded without function. As the shade lit fiercely upon the opening of the wound, alcohol bit the fresh loss of once being able to perceive things clearly. From stifling breaths, the sounds were much more prominent. Vivid and certainly real. Despite having just one left, even then the overwhelming notion of fear and torment had caused him to become incredibly dazed.

    The nightmare spoke, her voice gentle and clouded. He could barely gather the clarity of her features, desperately hoping that the pain would subside. Just enough for him to comprehend what was going on. Close enough did the words descend, like the hiss of a snake teasing what it had been meant to devour, instead what was truly a meal was far from what had been assumed. Few pieces of light withdrew from the corner of the shut eye, masking the emptiness that lay hidden beneath. No words were uttered, surprisingly, or perhaps it had been fortunate his voice could only ounce to the prominent shudder of pained breathing.  

    Images convulsed like the stillness of the water rippling, the reflection scattered into fragments of opposing realities. This one was the worst of it. No —he thought, the misery she'd been lusting for was taking rule over everything. From the memory that coiled around him, from the torn eye and the flame that traced against the light. At least— or so he was trying to sway the ordeal with the fact it had all been for good— but what of Ahote? "Stay..." a breath was taken inward, through the blur what large hands had become so slender and pale. He wasn't himself anymore, and neither was she, "—away... from him..." the demand was more of a plea, the pool of tears cascading from the remaining ocular of gold.




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    Post by Ahote 15th August 2018, 1:15 pm

    The guild fortress was especially remote today, the raven-haired serpent noticed. The darkness that swallowed the corridors and the silence that slithered within it wasn't unusual, but since the swarm of serpents that would recently join their ranks, the tavern just by the entrance had always been bursting with some of chatter, or perhaps the troublemakers had found their way deeper into Mt. Hakobe and left themselves to their own devices since. Regardless, the stillness unsettled Ahote.

    Tossing his thick fur coat over his body and his tough leather boots fastened to his feet, the soft-spoken guildmaster sauntered over the stone floors and into the chiffon snow that fell over the earth and dressed it in its silvery blanket. The pale man trudged down the mountain with wet, topaz orbs squinting into the near distance, the faint, warm lights of settlers' homes burning through the veil of darkness cast by the overcast that always hovered over the mountain. Wherever his guildmates might be, he was sure they might've wandered into one of the many settlements that sat at the foot of the mountain. Well, he wasn't particularly looking for them either.

    The ghostly man approached one of many settlements further down the mountain with a dour expression plastered over his pale complexion, his usual gloom encompassing him as it normally would. Yet, when three familiar faces and a noticeably scrawny girl emerged from the fog with a myriad of words fluttering from their lips, Ahote's countenance twisted into something far more surly, his peachy topaz pools gleaming with scorn. The intrusive Ambrosia, a girl who looked far more like a bone than any girl he's ever seen, a quirky, downed Veronika, and his most trusted Theo. Though, Veronika appeared more agonized than any other. The situation was puzzling, but seeing his peevish, but beloved guildmate so halfhearted, the raven-haired man was quick to skip over to the group.

    With black brows scrunched together and a red nose crinkled against his face, Ahote marched over to the group with a bitterness cast over his darkly expression, "What is going on? Explain this, you all." he demanded, his voice acidic and wet with mild irritation. But as his eyes crept over to the downed Veronika and her one empty socket, whatever weight was within his chest had fallen and sunk into his stomach. The hairs scattered across his figure had erected, his neck hot and cheeks boiling. Briskly, he placed a hand on the muttering Veronika's broad shoulders, his grip tight and sweaty. He turned back to the group, "Who did this. . .?" he started quietly with a voice curt and dancing with malice.


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    Post by Ambrosia 16th August 2018, 12:03 pm

    Whilst she wasn't at the forefront of the action for sure there was something she gained from this, a euphoric high of sorts. The dreamweaver was probably the one she was closest with, a deep bond settled between them from the mutual agreements of their superiority and the boredom of this world which they had to drag away to reveal the intrigue. Then there was the little one, quite new to their folds yet the pet wasn't exactly that boring by any means. It had shown spirit and energy, defiance yet that was shoved deep within as it took the spork from her partner and approached Theo who was being tightly restrained. Honestly was the little human truing to make minced meat with the eye it was rather well done if she had trying to be as instead of a nice succulent eyeball what came out was a deflated mess. A slightly chuckle rose forth as she watched with careful eyes the reaction of the dreamweaver upon being presented with the treat. "The best kennel and plenty of treats oh I will keep that in mind honey dearest." Atleast Vernika was finally returning her pet to her, she had missed the small creature just a little. "Pet- come back to me. Once my partner is finished with this thing we can get you a comfortable kennel to rest in and some nice biscuits!" With a slight hand she beckoned the brown haired child forward, perhaps acting more like a mother than expected it would be the closest the exceed would show to love.

    It was odd in a way, the dreamweaver seemed quite happy to hand over the goods to her as long as there was sufficient emotional and physical pain extracted from them. Not that she was complaining as the man was being thoroughly taunted after all. She knew, after all no one could quite mimic others like the dream weaver. A slight purr came from deep within as she moved forward to stroke under Theos chin- the male looking oddly like veronika this wasn't exactly a bad thing. After all the dreamweaver had given her a chance to play with someone who shared the appearance of a blond female. "Oh Veronika you have done quite well. Now Theo, I suppose we can't exactly call you that anymore as you don't look or even sound like yourself. Terrier it is, boy go over with my other pet. You two get well acquainted, I feel a war machine on the horizon" soft hands pushed the human who looked much like her friend towards the smaller human. She doubted that they would run, after all they had seen what veve would do, but they really hadn't seen what they would do together. With a new guest on their way this was sure to become quite the spectacle.

    He came with anger, looking over the 'Theo' that he knew unknowingly growing angry due to what was just a mere illusion. He rarely did such emotional outbursts, the dog tended to be more subdued but perhaps they had nicked a nerve. Smooth steps only brought her closer as she circled the duo, Ahote thinking he was protecting his friend whilst really they were just slipping a little spice into the dogs life. Her fingers tailed across the back of his neck before yanking Ahotes face to look at her. The only sounds for a few moment were the slight clicks of disapproval before her words. "Really now you get so protective over nothing. An eye is replaceable you see and nothing much compared to what he took from me. I should have taken so much more- it would have been well within my rights." A saddened glance towards the eyeless man on the floor before she continued to speak. "But you see, I was being nice after all he is a guildmate. So yes, we took an eye in compensation as he tried to take away my pet." Whilst taunting a wasps nests was good and all there was always a time for distance. Dancing back a few steps she raised her brows and motioned 'go away' with her hand. "Go on take him home. Knowing that creature who bleeds the holy lights he will heal up just fine so curl up on your bed together and hug him tight for all I care. The lesson has been learned." Would he take the bait? Come after her with sharp nipping teeth only to be put back in his place so he could go home sulking with a 'Theo' who was really Veronika? Or would he leave now, recognising that there was little he could do to exact revenge.[/color]


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    Post by Yewphoria 16th August 2018, 1:41 pm

    So it had worked. Probably. Thought Akeldama with a glimmer of hope. And it was at that very moment that the new person walked in. Demanding to know who had done this to Theo… Or rather, what Theo looked like now. She hid her hands behind her back, then noticing the spatters of light blood that had gotten on the front of her tattered dress. Damn it.

    She hurried over to Ambrosia’s side at her command, hiding slightly behind her in the hope that if Ambrosia really considered her her pet, her property. Maybe she would protect her. It was the only hope Akeldama had at this point. Even her future vision was pointless, as it kept showing her futures for which she had no hope against combating. She was powerless here.

    Momentarily Akeldama was left to wonder who was the war machine. Was it this new guy? Or the situation? What? “Master.” She whispered up to Ambrosia, desperate to nudge the situation in her favor. The little girl looked up to Ambrosia with pleading eyes, clinging to her skirt with light-blood soaked hands. If playing the part of the obedient pet could get her better situated then she’d do it. She would play whatever role was needed. So long as it meant she'd stay alive. That man had murder in his eyes. She couldn't allow herself to be ended like this. “If you protect me I’ll show you a cool trick I can do.”


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    Post by Alwe 16th August 2018, 3:37 pm


    A face of pure yewphoria was on the Dreamweaver’s face as she consumed the lavish despair wafting off of her prey. It was thick in the air, and Veronika was enjoying every ‘mouthful’ of the thick bitter energy. A now-golden eye flickering over to the approaching raven-haired figure, the nightmare only shot a devious grin at the fallen tearful figure. “We’ll see,” she murmured, out of earshot to anyone but Theo. The bonds one the Veve-formed Theo would suddenly break, but she did not anticipate him recovering too quickly.

    The real Veronika was forced to hide her smirk as Ahote encountered their little situation. She was vividly amused at Ahote’s reaction to it all, and his ‘comforting’ of the fake-Veronika-- Theo trapped in a disguise of her appearance. It really was ironic. The fact that their guild master truly did care about guildmates he barely knew was evident and entertained the nightmare all the more. If such a thing were true, the guild she hailed from was ripe for the picking when it came to fresh meals of fear and anger.

    The praise of Ambrosia was honey to the Dreamweaver’s ears. Akeldama had better be rewarded most handsomely for her work well done, after all. It seemed that her teammate agreed. The nightmare had to hide another tickle of amusement at the exceed’s words and actions. Was it Ahote’s turn yet?

    Her words were puzzling, and implied that the blonde that was missing an eye could have been Theo, if Ahote knew anything about the shiny light blood. “Really now, Ahote,” the Dreamweaver rebuked with a sincere grin, still disguised as Theo. “It is a dark guild that you run. Are you really surprised that we have bloody skirmishes and disputes? Nobody died, so it’s all fine.”

    She knew that she could not keep the ruse up for long, but at this point it was merely about entertainment. She had had her fill of fear and brokenness and despair. The energy was bubbling throughout her surreal body. Even if Ahote did find out, there was nothing he could do, and if he lashed out too strongly, both she would get a second helping. At the very least, she would be careful if it came to that. She did not want to maim one of Ambrosia’s favorite pets.



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    Post by ghðst 16th August 2018, 5:41 pm




    Within the shroud of forlorn, changing through every unsettled memory, there was a voice that cut clear against the darkening fumes. Shrilling against the discomfort into something that had been most acquainted as worry, the single eye gathered all that was happening. From the gesture of the woman having a fondness for her darling pets and the feigned clone that discovered such a thrill— Ahote was there at the least pleasant of times. The warmth was felt against the shoulder, bitterness softly painted in the whirl of those amber shades. For just a moment he had neglected the fact that what they were seeing was a delusion from the truth, whether or not his friend could glimpse through it was solely dependent on that hope alone. From the extent of achieving just a sliver of time in respite of his company, the trace of the pet lover left Theo smoldering in the heat of his afflicted form and flaring emotions.

    Light slipped against the slender arm, unmasking the marking that was most apparent on the clone, but instead did not belong on what had appeared as the blonde. The serpent lit fiercely, bleeding into the gloom as the metal against his wrists overturned into nothingness, discarding the still firm hold along the neck. Having been fumbling of capability, the hand lurched towards the woman that had so curtly grabbed Ahote, jerking her towards him much more boldly than what had been done to their concerning company.

    "Don't touch him..." the mutter was intense, the singular glare fluttering of the still present brilliance, "I told you— I'm not going anywhere," he held on tight, dangerously so that it might have left a slight mark, "You think I care what you two say? " confidence was overflowing the additional fury, teeth baring through the burn that teased within, "Prance around like the insects you are... in the end your place is irrelevant here." in spite of what was still pictured, hidden in the back of his mind, exposed only for one the urgency to shelter stood before everything. If he hadn't been so disoriented by all that was happening, the blade would have warned them of how far such intent could go.




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    Post by Ahote 17th August 2018, 1:18 am

    The entirety of the situation was puzzling, and while Ahote struggled to make sense of it, it had only become more chaotic. But that was only to be expected while having Ambrosia for company. Whether it be far out into the country or the bustling streets of Magnolia Town, the ne'er-do-well somehow always found herself with the tools for trouble, and unfortunately, Veronika was never too far from the fray either.  

    The ghostly raven-haired man was quick to catch on to the group's schemes, though he debated whether it was due to his own intelligence or their piss-poor attempt in fooling him and resolved that it was a mixture of the two. His topaz pools reached down to glare at the misleading Theo with sympathetic eyes before returning his gaze to more obvious disguised Veronika and Ambrosia just ahead. He stared biliously at his confident companion as her digits jerked his face closer, his forehead puckered and eyes drooped, wet with disappointment if anything. Ahote sighed, "It's unimportant which mud you pigs choose to roll in, but it becomes an issue when you get others dirty." he chided, his clipping voice dancing in anything but malice, "Though I suppose no one 'round here gives a damn about that, do they?" he shrugged cheerlessly. His words radiated genuineness as if he even lived by those words. Not even the hopelessly protective Master of Serpents had ever given a modicum of his breath to dedicate to what should be fair and what shouldn't. It was simply a cause he did not believe in.

    His orbs shimmered with astonishment more than ire, as even his most trusted companion would not earn his sympathy so easily. Who was Theo to pick fights he couldn't win? He wore his inexperience like clothing. Yet, as if the eye weren't enough, the disguised Theo rose from his defeated posture to rip Ambrosia from where she comfortably stood so that they were but breaths away from one another. Ahote's complexion dejected once again, his raven locks casting a veil of darkness over his flesh as he reached to coil his metallic fingers around his dark companion's wrist, "Brainless heroism isn't cute, Theo. Don't lose another eye over something so foolish. . ." he paused, voice trailing off into silence as his topaz orbs caught sight of a smaller, scrawnier figure just shuffling behind the group. The younger girl he had seen earlier, she was still present? What's more, the words that crept from her mouth inflated him with vigor. His lips quirked up into a grin, "What is she doing here?" he queried, though he wasn't particularly interested in the why of most things. If observation had taught him anything, the poor gremlin was most likely caught up with Ambrosia as some sort of human plaything. A pet, of sorts.



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    Post by Iris 17th August 2018, 11:59 pm

    Lurking. That's what Iris had been doing nearby this whole time, sometimes barely containing himself.

    The currently male Basilisk Fang didn't come down to the town much, so it was really an instance of fate that he was passing by, having procured a large stock of empty jars from a small potions shop and safely whisked them away into the portal he requipped from. A collector must always be prepared to acquire new items, so the very notion of running out of jars was a terror. What if he found an irresistible pair with unimaginable magical powers, only to have nothing to put them in and watch them shrivel and cloud?! The very mental image tightened his throat muscles into a gag, yet he managed to control the ugly sound. Beauty was his other passion, after all, so he couldn't be adopting unattractive mannerisms now. It'd be a disgrace to his handsome face, perfect hair, and stunning fashion.

    As he neared the end of an alley way on his reluctant way back to the chilling mountain trail up, some voices reached him. Two were unfamiliar, but the third he registered as the one who had stamped his bottom; The Welcoming Committee sticker thing. A fellow guild mate and something so full of mysterious power, he was drawn to it despite its aesthetically underwhelming and confusing appearance. Just as the ocular enthusiast was about to turn from the building's shield and insert himself into the conversation, he paused. It seemed he might be interrupting something....hinky. A peak revealed someone radiating psycho queenship he had only glimpsed inside the fortress he now called home, and a rat. Oh wait, that was a girl! The limp, dull-black hair and tattered clothes repulsed him instantly, keeping him at bay. Why were they concerned with the scrawny thing? The man was too curious to circumvent them and keep on his way, so he'd stay to see what they were up to.

    Things got weird fast. The brat became a plaything, a pet, to his two guild mates. Her eyes kept doing this thing that made him marginally more interested in her directly, despite her appearance. Diamonds in the rough, and all that...though if those were diamonds, they were in something far worse than the rough. Now another guildie was here, the darker one with the scrumptious body but always sour expression. Quite literally, what was a nice guy like him doing in a dark guild, anyway? Iris was unconcerned with the fate of the child one way or another aside from maybe getting a chance to play with her eyes, but that could be said with anyone he met. Before he knew it, they'd embarked on a quest to fak Theo up, and Iris could only curse his lack of comfy chair and popcorn.

    The part about the eye, that really almost had him leaping out from around the building he used as cover, but somehow he managed. For now. There was a jar of some blue liquid in his hand now though, ready to go rescue that poor mangled eyeball...how dare that little snotty nosed tween use something as disrespectful and crude as a plastic spork! The child did it all wrong! Iris bit the knuckle of his index finger so hard, galaxy hued blood started to trickle down his arm. It was hard to watch. In his pocket he had the perfect eye scoop that he should have volunteered, if not just for the sake of that precious vision orb! A shiver quaked from his skull down his spine, the hairs on his arms standing alert and perturbed. He'd have to teach that tiny neanderthal how to properly enucleate someone someday, if she was going to be hanging around now.

    While normally he'd be uninterested in the ruined jelly pile that was once an eye, seeing the 'blood' from Theo taking the form of light peaked his curiosity. Under usual circumstances he only cared about pairs. Singulars made magic wonky and robbed the potential straight away, but maybe this one would have some sort of potential. But now Veronika and Theo had traded places and their delicious guild master had now arrived on the scene. Maybe this was as good of time as any to reveal himself, not commenting on how long he'd been nearby unless it came up. Strolling out of the alley, he swaggered up to the chaotic group. "There's no room for heroism within our brood, is there? Leave that to those magic council mutts, the legals," he spoke airily, glancing over Theo's remaining eye with a bit of lust. The scoop burned in his pocket, and in just a few seconds he could show these fools how to remove an eye properly...but, with Ahote here, he'd refrain. He seemed fond of the newly one-eyed man, and despite the penchant for dark guild members to have little regard for each other let alone any sort of attempted authority, Iris was at least slightly more likely to contemplate obedience before disobedience. Again, possibly playing nice to get into those p-  eyes. "However, how are we to destroy said council if we take each other out first?" mused the flighty poster boy, smiling enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes. Enough to hide the horror in the back of his mind about what these fools had done to Theo's precious orb...

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