Post by Mayara Illigardis on Feb 21, 2009 18:32:15 GMT -6
She could feel it. All the hatred. All the anger that this spirit felt, which drove her to act irrationally. Luckily, the spirit sought to harm but one thing, and so, once the spirit was appeased, control would return to Maya. She couldn't wait.
Luring the man had been an easy task. The vast majority of them could not resist something so beautiful, and while Maya was but a doll, she looked real enough to be human. This had been enough to fool the man who was trailing her out of Havendale like a mindless servant. How ironic.
Once out by the lake, Mayara would turn and face him, her lifeless eyes into his as she tilted her head. The man seemed to be entranced but by what Maya did not know for sure.
"Cassius...you betrayed me." she'd whisper, catching the man offguard. He asked her to repeat herself, and Maya complied.
"You betrayed me, Cassius. Seduced me and then killed me. You took everything I owned. Including my life."
"Sera?" he asked, his skin turning white. Mayara's only response was raising her arms, her sleeves exposing her Viscerators as she slowly began to walk towards him.
"Sera! Please!" he began, backing away slowly, "It's a misunderstanding! I...was drunk! I was threatened! You don't want to do this!"
Even through his pleas, there was nothing there to hear it. Sera had by now lost herself in her hatred leaving Maya to be in control (in a matter of speaking). All this hatred was pulling her to do it. To go and murder the man as Sera had willed it. She hungered for his spirit, and she was going to take it.
The man had frozen in place now, his eyes widening in fear. Not much of a fighter was he? No matter, it'd make him easy picking and Maya didn't like wasting time. Her left arm would pull back, and then, when he was at the perfect range, her arm would snap forward. The result was a Viscerator directly in the facial region. The force applied had been great, and her hand had gone through half-way in. She'd had to press her foot on his chest and push him off.
His soul slowly escaped then, only to instinctively approach her. She craned her head back, like someone taking in a deep breath. Only, the spirit entered her mouth instead of air. This would fuel her for another twelve hours.
Her eyes shifted down to the bloodied mess at her feet, noticing the blood almost for the first time. Her eyes shifted towards her hands. It was there, staining her pale hands in red. Strange. She wondered what it was. Humans seemed to spill much of it when you sliced through their fragile skin.
She hovered over the body, examining it for the moment and unworried about being seen. The living were always so facinating.
Luring the man had been an easy task. The vast majority of them could not resist something so beautiful, and while Maya was but a doll, she looked real enough to be human. This had been enough to fool the man who was trailing her out of Havendale like a mindless servant. How ironic.
Once out by the lake, Mayara would turn and face him, her lifeless eyes into his as she tilted her head. The man seemed to be entranced but by what Maya did not know for sure.
"Cassius...you betrayed me." she'd whisper, catching the man offguard. He asked her to repeat herself, and Maya complied.
"You betrayed me, Cassius. Seduced me and then killed me. You took everything I owned. Including my life."
"Sera?" he asked, his skin turning white. Mayara's only response was raising her arms, her sleeves exposing her Viscerators as she slowly began to walk towards him.
"Sera! Please!" he began, backing away slowly, "It's a misunderstanding! I...was drunk! I was threatened! You don't want to do this!"
Even through his pleas, there was nothing there to hear it. Sera had by now lost herself in her hatred leaving Maya to be in control (in a matter of speaking). All this hatred was pulling her to do it. To go and murder the man as Sera had willed it. She hungered for his spirit, and she was going to take it.
The man had frozen in place now, his eyes widening in fear. Not much of a fighter was he? No matter, it'd make him easy picking and Maya didn't like wasting time. Her left arm would pull back, and then, when he was at the perfect range, her arm would snap forward. The result was a Viscerator directly in the facial region. The force applied had been great, and her hand had gone through half-way in. She'd had to press her foot on his chest and push him off.
His soul slowly escaped then, only to instinctively approach her. She craned her head back, like someone taking in a deep breath. Only, the spirit entered her mouth instead of air. This would fuel her for another twelve hours.
Her eyes shifted down to the bloodied mess at her feet, noticing the blood almost for the first time. Her eyes shifted towards her hands. It was there, staining her pale hands in red. Strange. She wondered what it was. Humans seemed to spill much of it when you sliced through their fragile skin.
She hovered over the body, examining it for the moment and unworried about being seen. The living were always so facinating.