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| − | == Dance In Joy ==
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| − | Kanti rocks back and forth, wrapped on her arms...
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| − | Sarah unconscious close to her, dried tears of agony on her face... flinching on her unconsciousness, her face showing she still feels it... every bit of pain Kanti gave her. Every bit of the agony. After opening her heart, after remembering all she is... she knows the agony of that very thing – the agony of loving any other than her mistress, to not please the one that protects and loves them all...
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| − | Kanti saw, in the same room, as the Vestal made Tian smile... made her blush, had Tian please her. Before telling Tian how much she had failed. How much she could still not love her mistress, how she could still never please her. And even as Tian denied it teary-eyed, the Vestal, face full of regret, bled her slowly on the circle of Black Jade and Soulsteel... calling that abomination, that Black Abomination, forth. Like a woman, but not quite like a woman... inhuman, but not like a goddess... a demoness. Skin of Onyx, eyes of ruby, nails of opal...
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| − | Kanti could barely see as her mistress went away – trusting Kanti, trusting Kanti with all her heart that she would please her mistress, and properly punish Sarah. And now...
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> <i>She couldn't fail her....not when she was so trusted...could she?</i>
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| − | <i>And Sarah had loved someone who was not the Vestal and that was wrong.</i>
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| − | <i>But how could she hurt such a helpless person?</i>
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| − | <i>She..she would have too...Mistress would only hurt her worse if she didn't</i>
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| − | Kanti picks up the girl and careful binds her limbs, using her magic to bring her to conciousness ... and then she starts ... with knives and flame and nails ... hurting her ... hurting herself ... ignoring the pleading and the begging and the pain she feels for doing such things ... hating the vestal for making her .... and hating herself for that.
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| − | Eventually ... later, much later ... she drops the knife ... drops to the floor herself ... clutching her knees ... staring at hands that won't even show the blood ... rocking slowly ...
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| − | <i>It would all be okay though ... Mistress would approve.</i>
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| − | <i>she <b>had</b> to.</i>
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| − | <b>Maera:</b> "My, my..." The Water Aspect says as she comes in, the black robes of her order weighing heavily on her, hiding almost completely the shapely body underneath.... almost. She looks at Kanti there, as if admiring the scene... of all the room, in its darkness, of Sarah's blood on the floor and even Tian's blood behind it.... enjoying all the sight. Especially of Kanti. Especially of her pain.
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| − | "Enjoyed yourself?"
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> She looks up and shivers, her dark eyes filled with a terrible fear of Maera, and just for the briefest instant a hatred so deep...
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| − | Before she remembers that Maera is the Vestal's favourite .... and the hatred is replaced by hope
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| − | "Did ... did I do enough?" she asks her voice stricken, desperate to know if she has suceeded ... or failed .... failed them both .... both those wonderful creatures.
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| − | <b>Maera:</b> "That... is for our mistress to decide." Maera walks up to Kanti, caressing her face, the Ebon Dragoness' emerald eyes looking deeply within Kanti's... almost in confidence. "And we will show it to her, and she will know. Because the Vestal always knows. But me..."
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| − | "I just want to know how you feel. How did it felt."
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| − | Hands like claws once again. Nail once again drawing a single drop of blood from Kanti's red cheeks. And she comes closer, whispering. "That night on the field, over the heroes' corpse... so much like this. Did you enjoy, it Kanti? Didn't you? Didn't you enjoy doing to her just like it was done to you, so many times? To finally be on top?"
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti meets those emerald eyes and trembles at the closeness of it all, each carress, each scratch producing more shivering.
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| − | "I...I ... did ... I ..." she starts, trying to say the words that Maera wants to hear ... that she loved it ... but...
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| − | "...I hated it.....but....but...I did...because ... I ....love ....Her..." every word forced out, almost too frightened to speak, just staring into Maera's eyes ... seeking approval.
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| − | <b>Maera:</b> "Oh, <i>really</i>?" The nails scratching deeper, her whispers hot against Kanti's face now... "And you never imagined it was me? You never relished in the knowledge of the power? Relished in knowing her blood would come out like you wanted it to, that her screams were for you?" Her face closer and closer, taunting, eyes narrowing, smirking... only taunt in those eyes, no approval, only a predator closing in her prey...
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti shakes as the claws bite deeper, and the whispers come so hot and so close knowing the look in those eyes, knowing she is prey.
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| − | She starts to shake her head, feels the claws dig deeper, fresh blood trickling down her face.
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| − | "... No ... No ... I ... can't ... "
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| − | Her body curls in on itself a little ... failing them again ... how can they still love her when she fails them so?
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| − | How can she ask her to do such things ... feel such things.
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| − | <b>Maera:</b> Maera comes closer... and closer... her whispers on Kanti's ear, now. "Good.", it comes, with a short laugh.
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| − | "You are cute, Kanti. So very cute. I think I know why our mistress loves you so." The claws come out, and she backs away a little, licking the blood off her nail. "Tasty, too."
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Relief. Kanti slumps slightly in herself .. the fear is still there, of course, but something of the edge has been taken off.
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| − | Then Maera steps away, leaving Kanti there, and just for a moment she rises slightly as if to follow, to stay close to her ... before she stops sinking back down again...
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| − | "...Thank you." she whispers.
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| − | For telling me I'm loved.<br>
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| − | For reminding me why I hate.
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| − | <b>Maera:</b> A voice comes from the door, a melodious, inhumanly pleasant voice..."Maera? Mistress calls for you. I am to take care of Kanti." The faerie princess comes in, walking gently over the dried blood on the ground, Grass and pink flowers on her head, her flesh like a green sapling, her nails like petals. She smiles at Kanti, her eyes closing. "The Vestal asked to take you out of this place... that her bird should dance for her, and not reign over such a place of gloom and darkness. And she wants to see your work."
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| − | "You are welcome." Maera gets up and walks away, without another word. As if forgetting Kanti was even there. As she leaves, the faerie walks up to Sarah... "She loved to hear her screams.", she says, happily, as if it had been the Vestal's opinion on a dance or a symphony...
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> As the fairy princess, Kanti looks up at her, the flawless beauty that tracks her way across the floor, her savoir from the darkness, bringing words that proved the Vestal did love her, that she was cared for, that everything was alright.
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| − | <i>So why had she asked her to do this in the first place?</i>
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| − | As soon as Maera has gone, as soon as there is no chance she will look back, Kanti extents up to her feet, adjusting the robes she wears again ... hesitates ... then walks over to the fey princess.
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| − | "..So...she was pleased then?"
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| − | <i>please ... please ... please.</i>
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| − | <b>Kiri:</b> "She seemed to be. There is no telling with her until we talk to her, is it?"
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| − | "But I would think she is, considering how she commented on it. How the screams rang above her pretties' moans. How you were doing it for her... the thought made her smile."
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b><br>
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| − | <i>She approved!</i><br>
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| − | <i>She was happy!</i><br>
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| − | <i>Why did she need such hurt to be happy?</i>
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| − | Kanti smiles a little at the fey, and awaits instructions.
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| − | <b>Kiri:</b> The faerie princess smiles back, as if brightening by Kanti's smile... loving it as much as Kanti herself would love a smile at her words. "The Vestal wants Sarah brought to her... but you, she wants you to be presentable..." She says, stroking Kanti's cheek, feeling the dry tears over the scars and the red skin. "Do you need anything? Food, bath...?"
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| − | "Mistress takes very good care of us, you know... all you wish, we have here. Anything."
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti smiles more at the fey, rubbing her cheek slighty on the too soft, too perfect fingers and knowing some contentment, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
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| − | "..I would like some food ... yes, yes please." she says softly, not wanting to raise her voice, not to the beautiful thing before her "...but I don't want to keep her waiting."
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| − | <i>But some time, away from it all, like the morning with fiona...that would be good</i>
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| − | <b>Kiri:</b> "Then, let us take you to her now. You can ask her for the food..."
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| − | "Everything is sweeter when she gives it to us. As it is when we give it to her... right?"
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| − | "Just take Sarah, then... and come with me. Soon, we will march to destroy those who hurt mistress... but before it, we should enjoy all we can of her company... of her love."
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti nods eagerly, and leans to pick up Sarah, craddling her body with care.
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| − | "Yes, everything is better, when I'm with her.."
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| − | <i>Everything makes sense then.</i><br>
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| − | <i>Everything is wonderful.</i><br>
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| − | She follows the fey princess out of the room, and to where the vestal waits...
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| − | <i>So why do I hate her so?</i><br>
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| − | <i>So why do I fear her so?</i><br>
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| − | <i>How can I love her so?</i><br>
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| − | <b>Vestal of the Livid Lamasery:</b> Kanti walks with the Faerie princess, Kiri, without an answer.
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| − | When Kanti gets to the Vestal, she sees... Fiona. The young anathema, so young, at her knees close to the Vestal. Head between her mistress' legs, body wrapped in beautiful scarves... her mistress' treasures. One of them. Beautiful purple silk, so fine against the skin... so nice when they were against Kanti's... intricate silver designs wavering through them, red and blue jade threads about them... tying Fiona's arms to her back, covering her thighs and part of her torso... and her neck, as the choker that is not there.
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| − | As Kanti appears, the Vestal smiles... her fiery eyes smiling at her dragoness. "My pretty Kanti. I missed you..." She says, taking Fiona's head on her hands, and shaking her head at her. "No, Fiona. You could not please your mistress."
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| − | Terror runs through Fiona's face, such a tangible terror... "Not as much as I expected of you. You disappoint me." Eyes going wide in terror..."It is not your age, I have seen younger perform admirably... it is your spirit, Fiona. Your spirit is not in you. You should love your mistress with all your heart. Otherwise... my warmth will not embrace you."
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| − | "It will burn you."
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| − | And then, the scarves tighten. And begin to... flow, faintly. Like hot coal... heathaze around them.
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| − | And Fiona screams. As it burns her flesh without a trace, as it feels like a brand all around her skin, she squirms on the ground, crying, begging for the burning to stop...
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| − | ... as the Vestal moves one of the scarves to her mouth, letting not a sound out, only her tears... and then she sits, smiling at Kanti, gesturing for her to come closer... "Come, my Kanti. Show me your accomplishments."
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| − | "Make me proud. Please me."
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> <i>The Vestal ... sitting there ... so regal ... so serene ... so perfect</i>
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| − | Her heart leaps in response, joy filling her ... then fear .... fear for Fiona as she is punished ... physically trembling as her flesh crackles and burns.
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| − | <i>How...how can you say she doesn't love you?</i><br>
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| − | <i>How can you hurt her so?</i><br>
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| − | <i>How could you do that to her, Fiona, to the Mistress who loves you so?</i>
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| − | Kanti slowly makes her way forward, fear in every footstep, and happiness, as each step takes her closer to the Vestal. She sinks to her knees before her, and carefully lays the scarred, and bloodstained body of Sarah at her feet.
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| − | Her head remains bowed, waiting, hoping, needing, fearing the Vestal's response.
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| − | <i>Please ... say you're happy.</i><br>
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| − | <i>Please ... say you're pleased.</i><br>
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| − | <i>Please ... dont make me hurt her any more</i>
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| − | <b>Vestal of the Livid Lamasery:</b> The Vestal brings her fingers, so fine, to her chin, admiring Kanti's work. "Beautiful..." She lifts Sarah's unconscious body to her, the girl's face on her lap... "Beautiful. The scars will fade, won't they? Most of them, at least?"
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| − | She smiles almost ecstastically as she runs her hand over Sarah's wounded body... "So much pain. So much agony. For me... she hurt for me. Kanti... you did well. What did you tell her, Kanti? What did you tell her so she knew she was wrong, and how to repent?" She says, alluringly gesturing for Kanti to come closer... her red eyes locking with Kanti's, then, making her world red...
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> "They will, Mistress." she says, joy in her voice, echoing her mistress' joy. "...I think ... if I were allowed to tend her .... there would be none to mark her..."
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| − | <i>Can I really do that? Heal her after inflicting all that hurt on her on my own...</i><br>
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| − | <i>I ... I have too.</i><br>
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| − | <i>If She lets me.</i>
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| − | Tremors flow over Kanti's skin as the Vestal strokes Sarah ... half pleasure at her mistress' ... half revulsion at the product of her own actions.
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| − | Then there is just the red of her eyes ... loosing herself in those carmine pools.
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| − | She moves towards the vestal without realising it, stopping only when she reaches her.
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| − | "..I..I told her that you loved her .... I told her that you cared for her .... I told her .... that moon had abandoned her ... that you had taken her in .... that she should love her for that .... I told her that I loved her ... even though she hurt you ... I told her that I was doing this so you could forgive her ... so that you could love her all the more ... I .. I ...I think she understood ..." the words pour from Kanti in a confused stream, not knowing wholey what she is saying, hoping it is enough, it is what she wants to hear ... because she does not know what else to say...
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| − | <b>Vestal of the Livid Lamasery:</b> "Then you shall be allowed to." The red-haired mistress nods, caressing Kanti... warmly, so warmly... moving Kanti to her gently, like a protector, like a mother. "You will be allowed to let her be soothed.. to let her feel well." She smiles, "To give her your mercy, Kanti. You have always been merciful."
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| − | Her hands caress down Kanti's body, stimulating her, softly.. "I had you do so because I love you both. So she could know how to love me... so you could understand how much it hurt me to do so. It hurts so much when I have to punish you, Kanti... but we have to. You understand, don't you?"
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti melts softly into her side, pressing her body up to hers, knowing that her warmth and her screams will please her, and she sighs contentedly at the carresses, and the words, the calming words...
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| − | <i>She understands me</i><br>
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| − | <i>She knows me</i><br>
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| − | <i>She loves me</i><br>
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| − | <i>How can I hate her when she does these things for me?</i>
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| − | A soft moan escapes from her lips as the carresses move lower, her legs shifting subtly to make it easier.
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| − | <i>How could you if you loved me?!</i><br>
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| − | <i>How could you if you loved her?!</i><br>
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| − | <i>How could I doubt you?</i>
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| − | "I-I do, Mistress. I...I..I understand. I .... I ... know how important our love is ... to you.."
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| − | <b>Vestal of the Livid Lamasery:</b> Her fingers caress Kanti's flesh, over the scars, tracing each one... she whispers the true name of every scar in her flesh, of the necromantic runes not even her Exalted constitution can fade away... "And also... I don't want any scar on Sarah I did not place on her." She caresses the changeling's hair, tracing a finger on her forehead... "Wouldn't it look fine if she had a moon on her forehead? In Soulsteel.. a caged, dark moon. What she was, and what she is... when she becomes the handler of her former love, after I break his mind into pure instinct."
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| − | Her white hands run down on Sarah, the Alabaster, perfect beauty of the Vestal, impossible to see dirty, contrasting with the blood-stained body of the girl... "Maybe more of them... to help her be what she is. To make her assume the Underworld. She will enjoy blood then. So much... just like a ghost."
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| − | Then, her fingers come back to Kanti... stimulating the dragoness, smiling at her... her eyes unfurling into... lust. A dominative, powerful lust... radiating from her, like motes, like crimson droplets... all around them, all around Kanti, taking her, going inside her soul.
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| − | Opening her soul like the flower in her belly, leaving her exposed, leaving her vulnerable.
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| − | Like an unfurled flower, ready to be picked.
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| − | All for the Vestal.
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| − | Her words come with varying hues, each one of them a whisper, a moan, a declaration of dominance or submission.
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| − | Her caste mark appears as a brand in her forehead, half-filled, half-empty, crying blood. "If I let you speak to me, anything you wished, Kanti, what would you say? Speak freely..."
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| − | <i>Tell me all your doubts. Tell me of the parts of your soul that would still disobey me.</i>
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti shivers as fingers trace over each of the scars, pure fear lancing through her as the names of the scars fall from those heavenly lips, each one of them part of the cage surrounding Kanti, the cage seared onto her skin.
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| − | "Of ... of course Mistress ... no scars but your own..."
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| − | <i>A moon? A moon would not be so bad... pretty even ... and it would make the vestal love her more ... and that would be good.</i>
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| − | "Yes, Mistress ... a moon ... in a cage ... would suit her ... would make her more beautiful ..... for .....you...." She trails off as the Vestal's fingers return to her, and the Vestal's magic flows over her and around her and through her and into her heart, into her soul.
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| − | And then there is nothing except for Her desire ... Her desire to hear.
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| − | "I...I hate you sometimes..." she says softly, her shame thick in her voice, her shame painted in the set of her body.
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| − | "..When....when....your not there ....when you make me hurt people .... when I think of you hurting people...." her voice is barely a whisper, even though her mistress wants to hear this, it pains her to admit it
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| − | "...I...I wish I could be stronger ... to be able to ...accept it all...but...but...I'm not."
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| − | "Forgive me, please." her voice merely a sigh.
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| − | Her eyes remain locked on the Vestal's as she speaks, even as she wants to look away, fear and desire and hatred and love in her eyes, in her voice, in every fibre of her being, waiting the Vestal's reaction.
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| − | <b>Vestal of the Livid Lamasery:</b> The Vestal hears it, her face neutral. Blank.
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| − | Still blank. Staring at Kanti. No emotion.. at all.
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| − | That stays, during a long time... an infinite moment.
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| − | And then, she soften, goes to Kanti's ears, her hands holding another purple scarve... tying it around Kanti... around her things, her waist, her belly... the lips of her mistress going close to Kanti's ear... and giving a light kiss. "I know." She whispers.
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| − | "And because you desire you did not, I will just help you... until the day, where you can only love me. Because I know your love is stronger."
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| − | "I have always known."
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b><br>
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| − | <i>What is she thinking?</i><br>
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| − | <i>What is she thinking?</i><br>
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| − | <i>Why doesn't she speak?</i><br>
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| − | <i>Why does she show no reaction?</i>
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| − | The anxiety builds up inside Kanti until all in there is fear...fear of her anger ... fear of the pain she will inflict ... fear of rejection
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| − | She holds her legs as the scarf wraps around them, feeling the silk tighten, knowing that struggling will get her nowhere, that she will be hurt as the Mistress desires.
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| − | Shame flows over her, drowning her inside as she hears that her Mistress knew, that she could love her even when Kanti hated her her.
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| − | Then joy flashes over her like a bushfire, the shame evaporating
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| − | <i>She loves me!</i><br>
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| − | <i>She cares for me!</i><br>
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| − | <i>She will help me!</i>
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| − | "Thank you....thank you....thank you...." the words pouring from her lips ... gratitude in every one ... that her mistress would do such a thing for her...help her ... leave her with nothing but her love for Her.
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| − | <i>Which was what she wanted? Yes.</i><br>
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| − | <i>Which was what she needed? Yes.</i>
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| − | <i>Why did the thought of that fill her with dread, then?</i>
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| − | <b>Vestal of the Livid Lamasery:</b> She backs down, falling into her chair, almost, so soft and comfortably accepting the voluptuous, immaculately clean and pure form of the Vestal. Wrapped in robes of darkness, as a supreme worshipper of the void. And she smiles, waving at the girl, still squirming, still crying, at their feet. "And this makes that part of you hate more, does it not? You woul want her suffering to stop, don't you?"
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| − | "Her suffering is nessessary..." A flick of her wrist, and the scarves tighten around Kanti, locking themselves into place. As the Vestal's will do in her soul. "... just as yours was."
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti looks down, at the girl, and winces, feeling her pain, feeling her agony.
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| − | "...Yes, Mistress. It...it makes me hate more...I..I wish her suffering would stop ...that I could take all her pain ... draw it into myself..." she hangs her head "I'm sorry."
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| − | The scarves tighten, and Kanti raises her head to look at her Mistress once more.
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| − | "I...I...know it is...I..I want to accept it...I do..." her eyes look pleadingly at the Vestal, waiting.
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| − | <b>Vestal of the Livid Lamasery:</b> The Vestal whispers, a mother to her child... "Then, go to her. Press yourself to her.Touch her. And more than anything... speak to her. Tell her what she has to do, how she has to think. How she has to be eager for me, to accept me wholeheartedly. Do it, and her pain shall become pleasure. More than any she ever felt... do it, and I will will it so. And for you, too."
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| − | And as she says so, a flick of her wrist sends the essence chain to Kanti's neck... filling her with warmth and need....
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Kanti nods, eagerness, happiness ... then bliss, as the chain fickers to surround her neck, and there are a few blessed moments when all her doubts fade...when there is a just as desire to please.
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| − | She shuffles over to Fiona, falling forwards, pressing her hands to her, stroking her, touching her.
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| − | "Fiona..listen to me...you...you have to love her...to love only her ... she...she loves you anyway...that...that is why she hurts you...so that you know when you've done wrong...so that you can do better for her...do you understand?" She speaks in a soft, warm whisper, hands moving, comforting, pushing essence into her, taking her pain away as best she can, numbing the burning.
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| − | "You have to want her ... want to please her .... only that....can you do that Fiona? Can you do that for her?" Kanti speaks with earnest, wanting her to agree, wanting her pain to stop, hating herself for the lies, hating herself even more for the doubts.
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| − | <b>Fiona:</b> The bond on Anathema's mouth comes out... her large brown eyes almost dried of tears.... she lets out a scream first... at long last... and nods, nods, so furiously... "Y..y...e...s... <i>Y..ES! YES! I do, I do, I DO!</i>" She nods, she cries, she begs. And she does so, the scarves on her body, rubbing against Kanti, changing then.. showing the mercy of her mistress. No more heathaze, no more burning for Fiona. Just... pleasure. She can feel it through the bounds... the pleasure, the lust...
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| − | She can feel it, because the Vestal is making her feel the same.
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| − | Fiona screams then... in pleasure. Her eyes unfocusing... so young, Kanti can see, now. Blushy as she is... she is so young. Some dragons wouldn't be Exalted then... she... should be thinking of romantic dates at most.. still in some toys, in knowing, not...
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| − | She unfocuses, overwhelmed by extreme pleasure, and faints on Kanti's hands.
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| − | <b>Vestal of the Livid Lamasery:</b> The Vestal herself comes behind Kanti, and a touch sets the same on her, leaving Kanti with, "You are one of my favorites, my Garda Bird, my Immaculate Whore. Bring joy for me... bring others to my joy."
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| − | <b>Kanti:</b> Relief floods Kanti first, that Fiona sees, understands...that her Mistress forgives.
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| − | She holds Fiona then, as the please washes over her, and then her own bliss starts, small flames at first, her Mistress' words igniting her further, then a bonfire, surrouding her in a hot blaze that fills her completely, and then everything fades to white.<br>
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| − | Loosing herself in the bliss.<br>
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| − | Loosing herself in the joy.<br>
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| − | * - Back to [[GoldenCat/SecondMovement|Second Movement]]
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| − | * - Back to [[GoldenCat/DanceOfAngels|A Dance of Angels]]
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| − | On the 'thought that filled with dread' Kraky had to say that it is partly that she still has a part of her that is autonomous, and although she cannot fight back, cries over her lost will, for her former personality... partly fear that she will end up like Maera, and partly that it will leave her no room to love all the other poeple that she loves. He is also one of the coolest PCs ever! - [[GoldenCat]]
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| − | :Well, not exactly, Though GoldenCat has it mostly right. But I'm not quite sure how to phrase it right, so his will stay without me correcting it. Also: ''*basks in the praise*'' - [[Kraken]]
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