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Post by Lyra Ishigami on Oct 9, 2013 17:22:34 GMT -5
Her blade was caught between the joints of one of his bone weapons, and before she could apply enough strength to cut straight through his bones the man had turned, forcing her body closer to his. With a fluid downwards sweep of his blade, he would have sliced her right in half! That was much too dangerous! Lyra had to loosen her grip on her weapon, sliding back so that her hand was all the way past the base of the hilt, holding onto the blade only by its fur tassel. She even had to arch her back slightly to avoid the blade's tip from splitting open her skull. Unfortunately, arching her back meant her chest and abdomen would be pushed towards him slightly, right in the path of his attack. Forget just cutting the lace, his bone entred her at the top of her chest, tearing through her front and exiting a few inches above her waist. If it were not for her hierro, she probably would have suffered much more serious injuries, but thanks to that, he managed to cut the last lace of her nightgown along with a shallow cut down her front side — all in all, not too bad. She gave the blade a tug, and released it from its deadlock, catching it quite nonchalantly as it floated back to her hand. She was about to continue her assault, but was cut short when he spoke of giving up? This was turn of events merely brought a wide smile across the woman's lips, had finally accepted his fate? She hated that word, it took everything from her, so it was only fitting that she be the one who takes everything from him. "So you've finally decided to be mine?" Her tone was one of content. She was mostly satisfied with his performance, and to allow him to live on as her pet was an idea she didn't disprove of. "You'll have to prove your intentions." Her katana was still at he side in case this was some desperate ruse, but what good would come from that? Hadn't she already broken his will enough? Had she pushed harder, she was sure he would break, but she wasn't into that, it wasn't fun. What was fun was giving him a taste. Allow him a glimpse of grandeur, give him a taste of his desires. And just as he would get used to it, strip it all away, leaving him with even less than what he started with. Oh yes, that was what she would do, give him his life, allow him his freedom, and then take it all away. The woman circled the arrancar, pacing slowly like a tigress circles her prey, ready to pounce at a moment's whim. "Shouldn't you kneel before your mistress?" OOC: Bleeeehh. D: Short post. Also, I'd like to give Zeek a chance to kneel voluntarily, before Lyra forces him.
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Post by Zeek Hoshigawa on Oct 9, 2013 17:58:25 GMT -5
And there it was; for a moment he figured he had succeeded in what he had wanted to do. Defeat the woman, give him enough time to escape. The feeling of his blade entering her flesh, tugging at the smooth skin, ripping away the last string of her gown, and making it's way south of her body. It was a feeling unlike any other; a feeling of success. Zeek paused for a moment though, his lips pursing before falling back once more, revealing his permanent scowl on his features.What was she going to do? Deny him freedom, allow him to go, or would she take him under her control. OH how he hoped it wasn't he latter.
Sadly, despite his will power trying it's best to make his wish a reality, Zeek's body shuddered, the question causing shivers to run down his spine. So she truly had no intention of letting the man go. She would honestly take his proposal into consideration. He turned his head away for a moment, his options running through his mind faster than light itself. Did he really want to risk being with her, possibly for eternity? His head turned back toward the woman, his head nodding along with his words. "Yes. I shall be yours. Of course he didn't want to be hers, but living to fight another day, rather than dying for his selfish pride was better in the long run.
Still. She wanted him to PROVE himself? Hadn't he already done that? It wasn't until she started circling him, her words just barely stopping him from once more drawing his blades. He hesitated. Kneel you idiot! He growled inwardly. His large body lowering itself; one knee touched the soft sands of hueco mundo while one stayed upward where he placed his arm, his head bowing toward the woman. "Your will is mine....My mistress" His already raspy voice seemed to have an extra amount of anger poured into at the last word. His head raising as he dispelled his released form, once more becoming his humanoid shape, his two daggers back into their boxes. For now. He spoke to himself once more, waiting for the woman's response.
OOC: You can end the thread next post.
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Post by Lyra Ishigami on Oct 11, 2013 15:15:42 GMT -5
And those were the magic words she wanted to hear. The woman's pacing stopped as she made her way to his front again. She could hear the distaste in his tone, but she was willing to let it slide, he did just announce her ownership of him. Now it was time to mark her property — give him, and everyone else a permanent reminder that he, in fact, belonged to her, that she was his owner, and he her toy. She stepped closer to the man kneeling before her, licking her lips at the thought of what was to happen next.
The katana at her side slowly raised up, meeting the man's torso just above his waste, the edge pointing upwards, towards the sky. Slowly, she pushed the tip of the blade forward, just barely touching his skin. With the same careful pace, she began dragging the weapon upwards towards his head, tearing each and every fibre of his clothing as it inched its way up: she was being careful not to break the skin, that was for later. The blade was now at his collar, and with a final movement of the wrist, she dragged it up, splitting his garment clean in half. The blade continued moving up, gliding softly along his neck, then with a quick motion, she brought lifted off, and made a small incision on his right cheek — a shallow cut, only enough to draw the smallest of droplets. In case he forgot who was in charge.
Now, onto the fun part. Pointing her blade back down to his chest, the woman began to leave her mark. The tip slowly entered his skin, starting from the upper right portion of his pectorals, she dug deeper until she'd hit bone, it wasn't too far, a couple inches at most. Slowly, she began dragging the blade, ripping through skin, fat and muscle. It went left, then began making a loop upwards. After completing the circle, it traced its way down, then another loop, and then all the way to the left. She took a moment to admire her handiwork. The "L" looked perfect! On with the "Y", and "R". Finally, the space where the "A" would be was a slightly rotated heart. The woman stepped back slowly, taking in her masterpiece. The words "LYRA" was etched into the man's chest, despite it being a bloody mess, she could make out each letter perfectly. Left untreated, he'd surely loose too much blood, and that wouldn't do for her at all.
The woman placed her free hand over her zanpakuto and began channeling reiatsu in front of her palm. As energy gathered and condense, it began producing heat, along with light energy, taking the distinctive shape of a cero. The heat from the gathered energy was enough to bring her weapon up to temperature, forcing the alloy of her blade to glow. At first, a dark, dim red, then slowly brighter and brighter until it would become white hot, she ran her hand along the length of the blade, gathering the heat mostly at the tip. She then brought the glowing tip back across his chest, retracing every cut she had just made with surgical precision. The gut wrenching searing sound of his wounds cauterizing was matched only by the smell it produced. Despite this, the woman's grin merely widened, the corners of her lips almost touched her ears as she traced her name with the white hot blade.
As she finished her little piece of art, the woman sheathed her weapon and bent to match his level. She placed her free hand on the man's bell, and ran her palm upwards, smearing the blood as she made her way to his newly charred skin — it must have still been sensitive. She ran her fingers along the letters, admiring the colour of it, the texture, the way it raised up to greet her fingers: he should be thankful Lyra was kind enough to lubricate her fingers with his blood before hand. The woman raised her bloody hand up to her lips and ran her tongue across her palm, from base to fingertips. Her stomach growled, she still hadn't had breakfast! She carefully placed he weapon back into its scabbard and then turned her back to the still kneeling arrancar. Fun time was over — for today at least. With a flicker, her figure disappeared as quickly as she came.
"Now then, you be a good boy until I come back."
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OOC: Hope you like it. <3
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