Awaken the Harbinger (Mercy)

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Re: Awaken the Harbinger (Mercy)

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Tue Apr 06, 2021 11:34 pm

His hand lay empty as he stood above her fallen form. The male in him enjoyed her beautiful body splayed across the floor though he was beyond such lustful wiles and his eyes after adventuring across her resumed her eye contact as he searched for the implication of her emotional reactions. So much was racing through her mind in that moment. Everything from fear to regret to anger to utter and absolute trepidation. But he could only see the future with Mercy - not the past. Which in truth was fortunate - many times Tormentous had sought Mercy’s hand and every time she had escaped his clutches - be it simply running away or a clever vanishing act. He’d thought he finally had her not long ago but somewhere after the battle on Vorpa’ya she had once more fled and left him without.

But here and now, it was going to be different. She still held so much intense fear and hesitation. But this time it was girded with a sense of realization. He could sense her thoughts and he agreed with her as she filtered through the facts that in all the chaos that was the Sith Order - the Red Cauldron - he was the only singular constant that there ever was. His eye narrowed. “And that ever will be.” Tormentous was inevitable. There was nothing else. Even in his greatest defeats the legend of Tormentous swelled further and greater. Everyone surrounding him were as shadows and dust. They lasted for a time but eventually the shade diminished or the dust blew away. Tormentous had ever sought one person in his doomed and damned life - just one. The one that could withstand the test of time.

Fear.

Anxiety.

Despair.

He felt it long before Mercy gave in. They were at her core. But they did not rule her. And finally then - there was another. He felt her. A presence that was wild and barely held in check. Compared to Slade she was but a speck, but she held something that the other did not. Something Tormentous had a keen eye for - potential. Within this second shadow in Slade’s grace stood a being that held the Force within her that was potent and strong. Unrefined, uncultivated. She was still in the mold and the clay hadn’t yet been carved. She was as Slade was in his beginning - a calculated risk. Much work could be put into her for her to simply fail like so many others or perhaps he could smooth her edges out and form her into something great - someone whose name would echo along with The Dathomiri Hammer, the Hunter, and the High Priest.

She felt as if she had been completely revealed to him and in truth she had. The Darth had read every single thing she had ever done, every lie she had ever told, every place she had went, and who she was as a person - all in one cold and invasive blink.

In that day so long ago he had gazed first upon Fox and he had failed to see greatness in him. He regarded him in an instant and without a word. The fate of Fox was insignificant to the Dark Lord. Banished from ever being seen in Tormentous’ presence again.

But when his pearly eye befell Mercy. He looked beyond her base potential. Any idiot had potential. But she held the lick of destiny within her heart. This one was a treasured find. He willed her to look up and into his eyes.

She looked up and her incredible eyes fell on him with intensity. For a moment Tormentous felt a question. Was he worth it to her?

Her answer was clear.

She spoke. “Whatever you want from me - All of it, is yours. I am yours.”

She took his hand.

He helped her to her feet and he pulled her to him, wrapping his left arm around her settling his huge hand on the small of her back. His right hand brushed her tender locks from her face that he could look into her golden eyes. They sparkled with a warmth in them. There was so much to Mercy that was beyond the image of gruff and tough grunt that she put on. There was a tear still rolling across her face and with his thumb he crossed it out and ran his finger over her eyebrow, feeling every measure of her face.

His response came with all the bluntness afforded by Darth Tormentous. “I know.”

And he leaned in and kissed her.
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Post by Slade Xandir » Wed Apr 07, 2021 5:48 am

There was so much more to life than petty quarrels. There was so much more to existing than miniscule rivalries. No - to be held at the highest peak of it all should have been every goal, all along. To be the herald of greatness and proper righteous rulings above the pathetic liars who whispered their worthless earnings in any ear that would listen. No, they would toil and gripe their woes as they served, in this empire. She would, as expected, have her revenge. Even against those who hadn't wronged her. Any who thought themselves better than the rightful glory that this kingdom deserved, would fall the Dark Lord's feet, and plead until he had enough of his fill.
She would make it so.

Mercy was very aware of his influence roving over, under, and within her own. He was unabashed in taking the emotions she had bled from the very center of her self. It was in fact her weakest trait; she couldn't lie. Or hide things, very well. She was garbage at lying. Dastan detested her novice recon skills, and even having her on stealth or infiltration missions was almost impossible. Mercy merely couldn't lie, and get away with it. And with Tormentous being who he was, what was the point in lying to him? She only managed to hide from him, and STILL ended up being found. But that was fine- atleast he wasn't looking down his nose at her because she was being so open and telling. Atleast he wasn't forcing her to practice hiding her true intent from him. Atleast Tormentous accepted her as she came, bare and open.

Accepted her enough to pull her to him.
The Phoenix was stunned by his innate motion, something so easily able to turn lethal. He had lead her into his most intimate circle, ensnared her with an arm that could most certainly shatter her spine, should he squeeze in a such a mood. She had no armor on- nothing, in face, and the heat that coveted her body soon smoldered over his as she pressed further into his grasp. Chest to chest, her pulse slowed as his frost crackled through her open pores and laid waste to the sear of her skin. Condensation built between the pair, leading trails down shaking legs.
The common sense threw warning after warning into her mind, attempts to bar her from reveling in the wintery embrace. The constant reminder that he was not forgiving her for her desertion, that he was in fact about to break her in two and leave her dripping corpse here to be cleaned up, that she was in a bear trap that was going to shut on her neck at any moment.
But the message was clear with every ignorance she posed back at the paranoia. She didn't care. She would accept her fate, because at least she deserved it by his hand. Should she be culled, right here, right now, she would not protest. Her shame had outweighed her stubborn attitude, for once in her life. Mercy desired repentance under his flag.

Time ceased around them the second his finger laced her face with yet another reminder that this was no dream. She had closed her eyes, following the trail his digit had made, unwilling for the living ice spike to leave the flushed skin. Almost greedily, her influence shot forth, silently hungering to inhale the wisps of cold that his own had radiated without effort. The Vyler followed his finger, wanting that spike of permafrosted flesh to cloak her, indefinitely. More feverish, her left leg swiped out and grappled the outside of his right thigh, as she barely restrained the threat of climbing his body to have more of that touch, be damned the sting of the broken flesh at her heel from his teeth.

However, her threat was immediately nulled as lips carved from a starless nebula flooded her with the very breathless decadence that she needed. It was lethal to merely accept it; organs and blood itself could readily shut down and freeze to nothing but severe frostbitten veins should she have merely accepted it. No, the firebird had to combat it with her own will, her desires thrusting her into a life or death predicament with something as hapless as a kiss of death from the Dark Lord of the Sith. Her heart revved another crescendo of demolition, burning hellfires through her as they rushed to meet the ice born influence of the man, and much more invested in another battle of the wills. Voracious for more, she kissed him back, some carnal need for his genuine lack of heat to drown her in iced waters. Once more, her drive to have him at her emberest core embarked another plead from her soul. Mercy had never had such a need so intense in her life, until now. If she were able to just absorb him, to unify with him, and keep that shard of iceberg imbedded in her chest for the rest of her days, just to ease the fires that passionately called out, she would nearly die to satisfy whatever god would allow it.
"𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂."

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Re: Awaken the Harbinger (Mercy)

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Wed Apr 07, 2021 6:28 am

Wrapping her leg around his he instantly thought to recoil and counter-attack. He would not be taken down by such an attack though when nothing came he relaxed his tension and let her body mold to his own. Their lips parted and from her mouth came a frosted breath. His thoughts never crossed her past betrayal and should she betray him now he was not prepared for it. There was nothing she could do at this point to harm him. There was nothing he’d not been through yet that she could launch upon him. Frankly he didn’t care. For the moment he was no longer the Dark Lord of the Sith, he was just here in the moment. Then she kissed him back and his right hand reflexively crashed into her back, slid up to her shoulder blades and on to her neck in order to pinch the nerves and crush the incoming attack - but what attack could have come from this?

Instead of crushing her neck his hand lifted and entwined into her brunette hair. A fist full of it to help explore her mouth with his own assault. His left hand firmly moved from small of her back to the middle, the smooth skin of her body was scoured by the callouses on his own rough hand, descending once more but this time beyond the small of her back to the outer curve of her hip to curl around her thigh that was wrapped around his leg.

The implications of what was happening did not fail to cross his mind. He cared not. This Empire was his and nothing occurred without his will being done. The very sun and moon rose and fell to his whim and there were entire cults of worship dedicated to his name. If he commanded those same to kneel to Mercy then they would do so and be willing to die for her pleasure. It would not be so. Nothing was given - this was true enough - but he would not permit her to the Throne of Skulls just for a lustful act.

A comfortable lie of circumstance. Was this lust? It wasn’t love surely. Tormentous was incapable of such pathetic notions. Whatever this was though, he wasn’t about to let it escape and if she ran again - he would hunt her down - again. But she could not run anymore and Tormentous would have his Phoenix.

For all these thoughts however, tomorrow did not matter. These Empire shaking circumstances did not matter to him. Mercy was now his per her vow and he would let her prove her worth in a realm where her powers and abilities would be as blessed covetous nature. She would not be hidden away to skulk in the shadows. She would be glorified as an ascending and graceful bird of fiery prey. With her revelations of her prowess she would rise on her own and fall only if she fell short of her own glorious potential - no - her own unfathomable greatness that he knew she was capable of.

But he would be there and ensure that whatever fate may befall her future - Mercy was given what she deserved and he wanted her to be everything that she was meant to be.
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Post by Slade Xandir » Wed Apr 07, 2021 7:18 am

Muscle memory smoothly wrought iron limbs to properly place themselves in counteractive positions, and while the woman was idly aware of it, she was just as careless. Two lethal predators courted one another, at this present, and the future didn't exist between them. Only touching, feeling, learning the motions and movements and feelings of the other. Any wrong move could be death on either of their ends, and would the other care? Of course not-
right?

Her mind's frazzled thoughts only became more frayed from the tickle of raspy skin across the smooth top of her own. She shivered from the electricity between his hand and her back, droplets of condensation and sweat raining upon the floor in a light drizzle. Even fog had begun to immerse the pair, clouding them in a curtain of mystery where prying eyes, should there have been any, wouldn't be able to decipher much more than that mist. Through it, Mercy found her hair, now damp and handing thickly in his demanding palm without a knot of protest, his grip pushing her further into his own as they delved in darker places. Even his hold atop her thigh was magnetic, and the Phoenix only budged to get closer to the force of this unbridled man. The left leg squeezed up higher, slowly marching up the side of his own until it notched just above his waist. The right now swiftly leapt to match, and she burrowed her thighs into him, crossing her ankles behind him to locked in support. Mercy wasn't willing to be free of him any time soon. She hadn't the time, but Emic would do her rounds to summon her troops in however many hours they had left- yet the Vyler doubted the Zabrakian would survive interrupting a private meeting the Dark Lord had with one of his underlings. Emic would probably deem her a traitor to her own word, a relapsed addict who was just like the rest of the power-hungry overlords she too served. Well, therefore, she was.

Steaming hands roved his torso, searching to perch on a piece of artic flesh before she acted out uncontrollably. She wanted to drink the ice from his very existence. Mercy's mind was far removed from the circumstances of what she was even doing. The firebird dared her brunette leash taunt in his hand as she broke away from his blizzard of kissing to drop cindery kisses across his chin, beneath his jawline, over his own neck and spread her fires to the top of his shirt. Teeth clamped on the garment, and almost feral, she began the tryst of pulling it free of him, collar first.
"𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂."

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Re: Awaken the Harbinger (Mercy)

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Sat Apr 10, 2021 4:51 am

When the wolf cried for Mercy.

Her tug on his shirt did not fail to be noticed and she tore the hem with vicious teeth. Unlocking his fingers from her hair he reached to his chest and with less effort then perhaps it should have been he tore the remnants clear and instantly he regretted not doing this earlier as the warmth of skin to skin contact was sensual. Her voluptuous assets doing exactly as they were designed and grabbing his attention pretty handily. By that time the wall was delivered a slight dent as he was not so gentle and crushed her up against it, growling viciously at her gasp of which he took as a prime distraction to conclude his own disrobing.

Adding his hands down to the curve and cusp of her backside it didn’t take him long to line things up. He dropped his mouth down to her neck and latched on with mouth and a sufficient portion of biting to tear skin yet not enough to dig in too far. But he dug in sure enough.

He took his time. Recalling every curve of her back with his hands. Making out with Mercy was pretty easy here and he was glad in this moment that in the past he hadn’t forced anything. The enjoyment would have been there but to have it reciprocated like this was something he was quite pleased with. He worked his hands to her torso and gripped hard, his thumbs traced the lower ribcage and his fingers wrapped around to the spine, rocking forward in a more or less hammering rhythm yet paced and methodical. Releasing her neck he worked his mouth back up her neck teasing her chin to her cheek and back around to kiss her once more searching her mouth and fighting her tongue for supremacy.

Meanwhile he took a great amount of satisfaction with each gasp she took which in turn encouraged him to double down and grab a deeper repetition and he had no intention of letting up.
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Post by Slade Xandir » Tue Apr 13, 2021 11:17 pm

Fire melded with Ice, two deities of proportions catastrophic causing damage to the inside of such a small room with calamity abound. They inhaled and exhaled eachother, threatening to doom everything within vicinity as both reached climaxes beyond the stars pitiful limit. As the smoke cleared, as the mist thawed, nothing but ruin remained, Mercy left unconscious in a heap in the slick of a sweat and adrenaline pooled floor. She was, for once, left dreamless, and this time, happy.
"𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂."

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Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Wed Apr 14, 2021 5:59 pm

Mercy would soon enough be awoken a third time roughly twelve hours later when he took up her hand in his own and kissed it gently before drawing a line with a knife across her palm. Her reaction to pull away forced him to grip her wrist tightly. “Be still. I have need of your blood - not all of it.” He added and squeezed her wrist almost playfully. His cold embrace solidified his stance as he poured her reds into a small decanter. Enough of the blood filled the vessel unto which he was satisfied and then he turned up her hand that gravity would stay the wound’s flow. Though for extra measure he planted his hands on either side of her’s and he compressed to apply pressure - a wound’s natural remedy.

It wasn’t a deep cut and so it would clot shortly. Until then he plugged the decanter and used the Force to guide it safely away from the two. “There may come a time when I call upon you.” Her clotting complete he released one hand and sent it forward to grip a length of her gentle brown hair between his massive fingers, “When that day arrives you will set aside the bonds you toil in. No more games with those who are lesser than you are. And you shall open your mind to that which I will offer, you will become a Dark Phoenix.”

“Until that day, remain here and resume your duties that I will find you again.” He narrowed his eye at her, “Run again,” his hand drifted to her bare leg, “and I’ll break these off.”

It was not a threat, it was a promise and Tormentous may lie, cheat, murder and steal - but he never broke his promises.
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Post by Slade Xandir » Thu Apr 15, 2021 8:07 pm

Almost dizzy, Mercy pulled her head from the floor's damp layout too fast and the world swam around her. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, no work place efficiency, no weapon tact, not even what socks she should grab from her satchel to wear for the day. Direction was misaligned in her world now, and in the dark room where only the barest of lights shone through, not even that mattered. But something had roused her from the exhausted sleep she had been succumbing to, and as her body primarily begged to return to that sleep land, her hand warned her to stay a while, that sleep could wait. The Vyler felt something cold slide over the meat of her still sleeping palm, and she knew his hand held it soft. Almost teasingly, she formed a dirty thought as to what it was, and though her eyes couldn't comprehend it, her Senses reached out and coyly skirted over the object. Yet when she had felt the object, it held no life, and it glared back, sharp, and dangerous. Her sense of danger was not able to tell the Phoenix quick enough to draw her hand back before her instinct had already begun attempting to retrieve the limb back into the safety of her-
What? Where would she be safe? She was sprawled out across him, and even if the passion-struck girl was on the opposite side of the entire ship from him, he could probably kill her without more than a blink. Her haze sobered up swiftly, and she had turned to meet his eyes, the pearl meeting her crisp hazels before the other laid upon her, as well.

His words ran over her goosebumped skin, and she took a breath just in time for the slit to be quickly dart across her hand's flesh. It immediately stung, sweat and other wetness having no problem skittering into the tender wound, even with contents being poured expertly into it's new home. She could only watch in her Senses what was all taking place, feeling about her with a mind that teetered on caution once more. But he was gentle with her, giving her wound the reassuring pressure that it was not to be drained dry, and she would in fact, live for now. The words following it solidified that. Her breath was even, though her heart beat quicker than what it was supposed to. A hand grasped a rope of her hair, a hand that had probably snapped necks and slammed heads into walls, wielding that sword that condemned his foes to a merciless end. Yet, here, now, it held a fragile piece of her, and then ran over her limbs with the softest ease of an enamoured lover. But his words-...
They kept her grounded, as he clipped that final clasp of leash just over her neck. There was no more running from him. He knew her, now. HAD her, now. And he was not letting go.

The firebird accepted her sentence with a nod, a slow and very deliberate agreement. She would not run. There was no place else that would have her, regardless. No one else who knew how to handle someone like her. His promise was her own. Mercy could play pretend until that day he whistled for her. And once he did, she would blaze a path wherever he pointed her to.
"𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒, 𝐼 𝒶𝓂."

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