"Perhaps. I've allowed myself fantasies of a life without obstacles such as yourself." Bress peered upwards towards the first indication of the male, and while she was familiar with her company, she didn't consider them a companion. Rather, he was something of a thorn in her side, and had the blood remained on her hands, she would ask if it had been his. Abaasy and their short term memory loss, it was almost comical - but in Bress' case, it was an excuse for instinctive diablerie. "But what sort of life would I be living then? If there was no one to keep chasing me through the timelines, I would never run, and surely the loss of life to any location I situated in would be substantial." Manicured fingernails tapped against the flesh of her opposing wrist. "But I have time to shake you off in the chase still. I've yet to lose a fair game against a man in a dress."
Beneath the spill of her ivory locks, the creature presented a brilliant smile towards the Vaalen as his figure dribbled into existence. "I've been told I'm a slow learner, Serono. Do you agree? I must have missed a lesson, or misheard something you've said in the past. Do you think I've been ignoring instructions rather than following them?" With an almost condescending chuckle, the Abaasy swiveled on the balls of her feet and returned to the haphazard pile her clothing produced. Bending at the hip, Bress' ass proved as delectable then as it had for eons, though she paid no mind to whether Serono was keeping his eyes on the display or not. After all, they had entire lifetimes to play this game - Bress didn't keep tabs on what their endeavors consisted of every time the two of them met.
"You seem to think I haven't been waiting on you to catch up. What if I was? I've been here long enough to bathe, so certainly you're slacking if you meant to beat me here. Are you still following me? Are you really that bored?"
When Bress appeared in the chamber of the King, among the courtship and their attendants, the minstrels towards the back of the procession began playing a low and somber tune. Judging by the blood decorating the female, fresh and dripping down her slender arms, the tune was meant to acknowledge there was nothing left to be jovial about in the court. Bress brought with her a cortège, the pieces of men trailed down the long halls leading through stone heavy walls that muffled their hushed gasps. Speed was no matter for the Abaasy, though she typically preferred a sedate approach to her meals. A pity these templars had no intention of listening to a woman, but Bress took no offense to the mistakes of men. Such simple creatures earned little in the way of pity from a being such as she.
A frightened shriek followed Bress' arrival, to which the demon raised one hand in protest. "Come now, you act as if you've never seen blood. You produce more every month than I wear currently, so don't create such a scene for something so insignificant."
Guards on either side of Bress moved forward to collapse upon the intruder, but the Abaasy was far quicker than the mortals with their plate armor could hope to be, and very soon, Bress' bloodied figure was twice as drenched in warm vitae as it was prior, while mangled metal heaps lay compacted around the center aisle. The warped material resembled what would happen if someone were to crush an aluminum can, though Bress showed no sign of a struggle. To the average onlooker, the actions were instantaneous. "I take no pleasure in this. Truly, I'm a woman of written contracts rather than violence. I've never seen the need to be so forthright with one's power, even in the case of self defense." Pale cobalt hues studied the King on his throne from beneath hooded lids; her expression a sultry smirk. "I've been meaning to speak with you, Your Grace. I asked before while being held in the dungeon, but those beneath your banner didn't seem convinced I was worth your time."
Bress prodded the destroyed knight at her feet before asking, "And what about now?" Bits of human carnage had sprayed participants of the crowd, with those closest basting in the spray her crushing force had caused the bodies within their raiments. The men were no longer men. Instead, the templars were pulp, and Bress showed as much interest in this as she would in leaves falling in the middle of autumn. "My court has a Vizier, though you know nothing of the Satrapy, do you? No, you are far too Anglo-saxon for my taste- too noble to be brutal. I've always appreciated your neighbors to the south east, where the desert begins to swallow the trees..." She waved a hand dismissively. "But I digress, as you may notice, from the real issue here. Why were your men so adamant to catch me? Did they want you dead?"
Bress' gaze narrowed until she stared through slits, the curl of her smile bordering on deviousness. "Because this, Your Grace, is how you die. Tragic, isn't it?"
Tight silk was dragged upwards as the demon stepped back into her skirt, the motion hiding her supple curves from plain sight while she was preoccupied listening to Serono speak once again. "This place is quiet, and I'm under the impression you know why. Would you care to share your findings with me? I'll have you know I'm a curious beast, and the better informed I am, the happier I will be." A pause was given as she turned back round, once more facing the Vaalen to make eye contact as she asked, "Does it matter why I've come here? You followed- without any assistance from myself, I might add. Unless you meant to settle those ancient eyes on all the gifts of the flesh you'll never get to appreciate, you can answer that question without my help. I chose this place because it was a place to choose."
"But what do you know of this place, Serono? You can be cryptic, and I can be patient, but neither of these traits have ever been our strong points." Attempting the scrape at the blood splatter caked to her robes only made Bress regret trying, the filth catching beneath her nail's tip earning a disgruntled sigh from the woman. "Really, I can't just stand around coated in blood. This is true torture! Serono, did you plan this as a way for me to earn repentance? If so, I repent. Cosmos have mercy on my ruined outfit!" As quickly as it had been shimmied back up her thighs, Bress yanked down the offending skirt and kicked it away before walking off from where the two were speaking. Along the beach line, headed to those mountains she had shown interest in before the Vaalen made an appearance.
"I would rather be nude than wear rags. Surely you agree with me, Serono?"
Beneath the spill of her ivory locks, the creature presented a brilliant smile towards the Vaalen as his figure dribbled into existence. "I've been told I'm a slow learner, Serono. Do you agree? I must have missed a lesson, or misheard something you've said in the past. Do you think I've been ignoring instructions rather than following them?" With an almost condescending chuckle, the Abaasy swiveled on the balls of her feet and returned to the haphazard pile her clothing produced. Bending at the hip, Bress' ass proved as delectable then as it had for eons, though she paid no mind to whether Serono was keeping his eyes on the display or not. After all, they had entire lifetimes to play this game - Bress didn't keep tabs on what their endeavors consisted of every time the two of them met.
"You seem to think I haven't been waiting on you to catch up. What if I was? I've been here long enough to bathe, so certainly you're slacking if you meant to beat me here. Are you still following me? Are you really that bored?"
---
When Bress appeared in the chamber of the King, among the courtship and their attendants, the minstrels towards the back of the procession began playing a low and somber tune. Judging by the blood decorating the female, fresh and dripping down her slender arms, the tune was meant to acknowledge there was nothing left to be jovial about in the court. Bress brought with her a cortège, the pieces of men trailed down the long halls leading through stone heavy walls that muffled their hushed gasps. Speed was no matter for the Abaasy, though she typically preferred a sedate approach to her meals. A pity these templars had no intention of listening to a woman, but Bress took no offense to the mistakes of men. Such simple creatures earned little in the way of pity from a being such as she.
A frightened shriek followed Bress' arrival, to which the demon raised one hand in protest. "Come now, you act as if you've never seen blood. You produce more every month than I wear currently, so don't create such a scene for something so insignificant."
Guards on either side of Bress moved forward to collapse upon the intruder, but the Abaasy was far quicker than the mortals with their plate armor could hope to be, and very soon, Bress' bloodied figure was twice as drenched in warm vitae as it was prior, while mangled metal heaps lay compacted around the center aisle. The warped material resembled what would happen if someone were to crush an aluminum can, though Bress showed no sign of a struggle. To the average onlooker, the actions were instantaneous. "I take no pleasure in this. Truly, I'm a woman of written contracts rather than violence. I've never seen the need to be so forthright with one's power, even in the case of self defense." Pale cobalt hues studied the King on his throne from beneath hooded lids; her expression a sultry smirk. "I've been meaning to speak with you, Your Grace. I asked before while being held in the dungeon, but those beneath your banner didn't seem convinced I was worth your time."
Bress prodded the destroyed knight at her feet before asking, "And what about now?" Bits of human carnage had sprayed participants of the crowd, with those closest basting in the spray her crushing force had caused the bodies within their raiments. The men were no longer men. Instead, the templars were pulp, and Bress showed as much interest in this as she would in leaves falling in the middle of autumn. "My court has a Vizier, though you know nothing of the Satrapy, do you? No, you are far too Anglo-saxon for my taste- too noble to be brutal. I've always appreciated your neighbors to the south east, where the desert begins to swallow the trees..." She waved a hand dismissively. "But I digress, as you may notice, from the real issue here. Why were your men so adamant to catch me? Did they want you dead?"
Bress' gaze narrowed until she stared through slits, the curl of her smile bordering on deviousness. "Because this, Your Grace, is how you die. Tragic, isn't it?"
---
Tight silk was dragged upwards as the demon stepped back into her skirt, the motion hiding her supple curves from plain sight while she was preoccupied listening to Serono speak once again. "This place is quiet, and I'm under the impression you know why. Would you care to share your findings with me? I'll have you know I'm a curious beast, and the better informed I am, the happier I will be." A pause was given as she turned back round, once more facing the Vaalen to make eye contact as she asked, "Does it matter why I've come here? You followed- without any assistance from myself, I might add. Unless you meant to settle those ancient eyes on all the gifts of the flesh you'll never get to appreciate, you can answer that question without my help. I chose this place because it was a place to choose."
"But what do you know of this place, Serono? You can be cryptic, and I can be patient, but neither of these traits have ever been our strong points." Attempting the scrape at the blood splatter caked to her robes only made Bress regret trying, the filth catching beneath her nail's tip earning a disgruntled sigh from the woman. "Really, I can't just stand around coated in blood. This is true torture! Serono, did you plan this as a way for me to earn repentance? If so, I repent. Cosmos have mercy on my ruined outfit!" As quickly as it had been shimmied back up her thighs, Bress yanked down the offending skirt and kicked it away before walking off from where the two were speaking. Along the beach line, headed to those mountains she had shown interest in before the Vaalen made an appearance.
"I would rather be nude than wear rags. Surely you agree with me, Serono?"
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