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| Look into my eyes, my love, And tell me what you see. Careful not to get caught up In the lies that make your dreams. My call is one you cannot hear, Yet answer all the same. Desires in seduction's dance Help twist just why you came. The melody you hear within, That dances in your mind, Can lure you oh so easily Away from what's behind. I call within your darkest thoughts, Temptation to the soul. I burn a scorching flame within And make you feel unwhole. So come'n run away with me, And let me be your fire. Awakening the beast within To unquenched lust's desire. |
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| ` .� ( `�. `�. ) .� ) ( .� `�. "Not everything with wings is an /\ngel" |
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| Wings were a beautiful, deadly sable.. shadow clad ink dripping down each pinion from first to last, and casting them into its tenebrous velvet embrace. Here and there, softly gilded veins of silver shimmered in a catch of light, before they were swallowed by the treasonous veil, and deep undertones of an almost indiscernable burgundy seemed to writhe within those fragile velvet frames like living, spilt blood. The wings were narrow and falconic, darkly predatorial instead of the more showy expenditure, as an angel's might have been. Locks of satin ebony fell to well below her shoulders, marred only by a shock of silver that crept down the right side of that alluring facade. Hues were an enrapturing amethyst and crimson, captivating and as shocking as an electric current, jolting through every nerve of your body until you were unable to twist your gaze away. Unable to move, breathe, without her word upon it, will held on bated breath for her desire or preference. A fraction beneath her left eye lay two slivers of silver, separated by a trio of dots. The ink used seemed to glow softly with an inner luminescence, as though it's maker was not of this world. Perhaps not of the next, either. Serenity seemed to be marred only by a willful desire that burned beneath the surface, enrapturing her gaze with fiery depths far too rebellious for her usual feigned docility. Tight jeans and a deep burgundy top varied now and again depending upon her mood, although tight and dark were two variables rarely strayed. Kisani always seemed vaguely amused, as though the world around her had imparted some indefineable joke that would forever be her own inner derivation of sadistic humor. The languor of her moods was only ever evaded by the sharp whip of her temper, which only her brother seemed able to bear and retaliate upon with any sort of efficiency or proliferation. While seduction became her art - temptation her Sin - Kisani was never one to remain in one place for long. Her rovings and nightly jaunts were frequent, but transitory; those who recalled the violet eyed woman of their dreams would never again find her - excepting one. Kisani was a Shadow Walker - a being of the darkness, clad in lascivious ways, wonton desires, and licentious thought. But without a Host found after a year of life, she would be denied corporeal form, and cease to exist. So it was, that her search narrowed as her motions and transience continued, seeking the male to whom she would be forever bound in mind and form. He needed to be strong - if he died, so did she, as well as vice versa - and of course, stupidity was not to be tolerated. Her search, after seven months, seemed verging upon dreadfully hopeless.. until she met him. A freak meeting in a bar in the dead hours of dawn - and he was everything she could hope to find. Trapped between the need to know more, and the desperation of dwindling time and opportunity, the choice was eventually on impulse - as soon as she could put them in isolation, she raped his mind with the Bond's formation.. creating a conduit through which each, now, would sense the other - irreparably changing both their lives. Til dead do they part. |
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| Kisani Dar'Kastre |
| -x- Shadow Walker -x- |
| Daemion's Daughter Twin Sister to Kevan |
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| |3onded to: Gabriel Wright |
| Resultant Alterations in Kisani : Increased physical prowess Greater emotional intensity Permanent Feeder source |
| Resultant Alterations in host: Immortality Higher pain precipice "Duel Sensation" with the Walker Preliminary shadow elementalism |
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