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Disgraceful. (O l l i x x x x x/Ryu_Momochi)

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O l l i x x x x x

Super-Earth
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Apr 16, 2009
The night sky cascaded over the horizon. It's blackness helped the stars to become visible as well as the full moon above. The season was chilly and small snow flakes fell from above. None of the flakes stuck to the green lush grass or the branches trees that swayed back and forth around the large meadow. The mountains in the distance were a place for shelter if need be. But for now, they were only a part of this vast painting of scenery.

The lot of them flew down from the hill into the meadow. Quickly running while the sun was sleeping and the Moon shone above head. Their cloaks snapped behind them as they ran as fast as they could. Most of them held giant weapons that looked crazy in portion to their slender small bodies. The weapons dangled over their heads as they were strapped to the users back. The ones with the weapons were in a dark deep seductive purple cloak with spiral tattoo's framing their eyes. A full circle representing the moon lied in between their brows. But these warriors stopped for nothing as the rest of the cloak figures existed out of the safety of the thick trees of the forest to the vast open meadow. They followed quickly behind the warriors easily getting across the meadow to make it swiftly back home to their shelter.

All except one followed quickly behind. Ungraceful and failing and running as smoothly as the rest of them had, the figure tripped. Falling a few feet in the air from the speed of their run as they fell flat on their face. One of the warriors stopped ahead, clearly hearing the loud BOOM! noise the other figure had made that lagged behind. The warrior made his way swiftly in front of the figure on the ground and helped them to their feet. The deep dark purple hood of his cloak fell off of his head revealing a set of bright sapphire eyes and a pile of black hair as well as the man's pale skin. He was stronger and elder looking, the spirals on his face were a sapphire color, unlike the orders, and his moon on his forehead was a glittering blue. Much like that of a jewel. He helped the small figure to it's feet brushing it off. The figures red cloak hood fell back revealing a soft seductive face. Glowing rainbow eyes were visible under perfect high arched teal brows against snow white skin. The large lips quivered as the small girl jumped back and growled at the other figure. Clearly not enjoying being helped.

"Forgive me." The male whispered. "I thought you needed assistance." The woman didn't say anything. Her long teal hair was pulled up into intricate designs in the back to stay out of her way. She about the height of 5'2. Her jaw line was round, her eyes round with long thick black lashes, her lips were full with a light pink shade. She had curves though, and that was visible even under the great amount of fabric that shielded her body. She also had similar tattoo's decorating her face. A crescent moon in between her brows, with spiraling vines around it.

"Go!" She hissed, pointing a long skinny white finger in the directions the others had vanished. The male snapped his head around at her. He didn't budge. She shot in front of him, pulling the long sheathed swords from his sides and holding them up in her small doll like hands. They were at least three feet above her head but she slashed at him to leave. Before she could lop off his head, he was running frantically to join the rest of them ahead of her.
"You'll regret this Ixan!" The man shouted over his shoulder. He leapt, just in time to dodge one of the swords the little woman, Ixan, had flung in his direction. It stuck out of the ground like an ancient ruin. She ran over to retrieve it when he was out of sight.
 
He sighed softly as he moved silently through the night. He knew they didn't have much time, and he had a mission of importance. His ice blue eyes traveled here and there through the darkness as his hand stayed on the hilt of his sword. He wouldn't lose, he couldn't lose. His mind and thoughts racing through every scenario, every fight... trying to come up with a way to win. Ryu didn't like to lose, and he knew this one would be tough. He only had about twenty men with him, most of which had barely learned how to fight, let alone kill, but it would have to do, for now. He looked up a bit into the night sky, watching as the mood slowly moved across the sky, showing him he had a time limit. He let a hand move up to his eye, the scar over it throbbing a bit, warning him of the danger, but he could not stop, would not stop. He heard a thud and a curse, knowing someone had fallen, but he couldn't be stopped, they would be left behind, for now. He moved silently, his sword slashing easily through the thick vines as he moved through the forest. There was a meadow not so far from the forests edge, and knew that moving through it would be tricky, if not downright dangerous. He stopped at a nearby tree, commanding the others to follow suit,"We're here..." he whispered softly, already able to see the cloaked figures rushing towards them, his hand tightening around his sword,"And it begins..."
It had only been about twenty minutes, but he was there, panting. He didn't think they'd give his men such a challenge, but they had. Only he remained, and he knew that time was running short. He closed his eyes softly, his head leaning back and letting the moonlight hit his pale face, the moonlight lighting the faint tattoo over his eye showing as a soft silver. He opened his eyes softly, putting his sword into its sheath, the light snow that had been falling before starting to grow more savage. He couldn't feel it, but it would make moving difficult. The snow would amplify the light of the sun in the coming morning, and travel would be impossible through the forest. He would usually just hide in the shade of the forest until night, but he wouldn't have the chance this time,"I'll have to find shelter..." he said, looking around slightly, trying to find the best place to hide in the coming hours of morning and daybreak. He heard a soft rustling, not too far from himself, but paid little mind, not caring too much at the moment... something in the back of his mind hoping he wouldn't regret...
 
Ixan had pulled the sword from the ground. She had huffed and began to clean it from the mud that had covered it. She didn't like her weapons dirtied...unless they were riddled with blood. Uh. The taste and smell of blood was so taboo so exciting that it made her all hot and well...yes it was an odd way to get turned on. But then again, Ixan was an odd creature with an odd name. She had heard something behind her and flipped around, rushing back into the sanctuary of the forest to find where the noise was coming from. When she ran far enough, she realized it was just a rabbit scurrying around. But when Ixan heard their cries and the smell of their fresh blood, it was too late. She could feel her people were under attack as they tried to defend themselves. The burning mark on her forehead told her as she heard their piercing screams of terror. Poor things. Three fourths of them were unarmed and just bringing packets of blood back to their lair and Ixan was supposed to be protecting them...

She flashed quickly through the forest, in the direction the others had been running and where the scent of their blood spiraled into her nostrils. It made her body jerk in want and a soft whimpering moan left her lips as she found herself in the meadow. Their they were, the bloody field covered with beheaded victims of the attackers and her people piled on one another. Her eyes flashed hatred, she wished she had been there to rip open all of there throats. And as her eyes roamed the bloody meadow she saw him. The figure in the middle covered in blood and the scent of her family, her people that had been mercilessly slaughtered for no just cause. A shrieking howl ranged from her voice s she charged on the figure , the swords raised up in the night sky as she paid no attention to the moon that close to setting and the sun close to raising. She was behind the figure in no time, slashing at it's side in a terrible howl of rage and despair.

"You fiend!" She cried as she continued to swirl her swords around. But her accuracy was off, blinded by the tears of rage and the will of hatred that rang in her small girlish voice.
 
His sword was unsheathed the moment he heard the howl, moving fluidly and blocking each strike. He watched the girl, saw her skill, but knew she wouldn't be able to best him. He heard the metal clanging against metal as he blocked each slash, moving back away as he looked up to the sky for a moment before blocking another move. He knew he wouldn't be able to beat her, his body sore already and the sun's coming arrival would make him tired. He blocked here and there as he looked at her,"The suns coming!" he announced, still blocking,"We don't have time for this..." he said, partially to himself as he backed towards the cabin, hoping to get there so he could hide from both her and the sun. He didn't know why she was attacking, but he'd been through enough battles to know it didn't really matter. His back hit the door as he looked at her,"Who are you?" he asked, seeing the tattoo,"And why do you attack me?" He said as he blocked a few more strikes as best he could. Best he could tell, she was one of the party he'd just slain, and she was acting out in revenge against him, the last survivor of his group. He held a bag on his back, the provisions he'd claimed from the fallen, the blood packs they'd been carrying. His clan needed these supplies, and he wouldn't give them up, not without a fight, but he could only manage to block so many strikes, he knew eventually one would get him, it was only a matter of time...
 
Ixan's teeth were barred as she hissed through them. Her hair blew wildly behind her, only demonstrating how fast she was moving. But she couldn't see anything through her teary eyes that rolled freely down her face in anger. She heard his words and cried again as he hit the cabin door. She heard him talk about the sun but it took too long to register. And if she stayed out in the sun she'd burn up after not feeding for a week. Then it hit her when she felt the first bit of sizzling pain and a soft line of smoke lifted into the air. She screamed in a bit of pain, the sun was no where near the man but the little bit of it was pointed on her. She moved more into the shadows, on the side of the cabin as her body shook a bit. "You killed them...m-my family....every last one of them. And they were just bringing back supplies to the others!" She cried hysterically, she wanted to moved and rip his throat out. But the sun was right next to her, and if she reached out, her skin would being to sizzling just like the small patch on her shoulders that was boiling a bit beneath her cloak. "I want you dead!" Was all she said as she lifted her cloak over her head and shifted her eyes around. There was no time to run to a cave, it was already beginning to be covered by the sun's ray. Even though it was only a tiny bit of sunlight that was illuminating the scenery, it was enough to burn Ixan's body that had been starving for days. Besides, most vampires knew. You went without blood for too long and you couldn't stand in the sun without bursting into flames.
 
He moved, pulling his black hood up and pushing the door, finding it open and slipping inside,"Don't you get it girl?" he said, growling a bit,"This is war... casualties happen..." he said as he moved, closing all the windows and making sure they didn't let any light through,"You can't expect to be carrying things like this without proper protection and not get attacked... it's their own damn fault." he said as he stood at the far wall, the place least likely to get hit with any sun should it come in. He held his sword at the ready, knowing she probably wouldn't stop. He could feel a slight trickle of blood run down his arm, the one with the blade, and he knew that he'd been hit. He let his eyes stay on her though, knowing that he'd have to refresh his own blood soon. He hadn't fed in a long while, and he knew that being anywhere near the sun right now was a bad idea. He gulped softly, his breathing a soft pant as he looked at her from under the hood, trying to keep his composure. He was tired, and sore, and almost starved, even he knew that if she attacked like that again, he wouldn't be able to hold out against her. He could feel the arm holding the blade becoming weaker and weaker, but he tried his best to keep it up, trying to keep that one protection up...
 
Ixan grumbled as he pushed open the door and moved around. He hadn't shut it and she stared at it for a long while. If he had shut it, that would have meant he was going to let her die. But he had left the door open, like an open invitation. Quickly, and a startled yelp from the soft sunlight hitting her quickly, she filtered into the cabin and shut the door locking it up. Her arms sizzled from the small amount of sunlight that had hit it. One thing was for sure, she may have wanted to kill this man, but they had an equal enemy. The god damn sun. Then it hit her like a brick wall in the face. She sniffed the air making sure she was smelling it right. No it wasn't the human blood in the blood packets, it was cold and not fresh. This was fresh blood and it caused her to shake. She twirled around and caught sight of it. The thin line of scarlet on his arm. She hesitated, but before she could think, she was in front of him. Her lips were a gap and her face was near the blood. But her eyes got wide when she realized what she was doing and she twirled away from him, hiding in the opposite corner and curling into a ball to try and block the sun with her cloak as she laid on the ground.
 
He had looked away fro a split second and when he did, he heard her move. He looked back in time to see her right near his arm, her mouth close to the cut before she moved away, as did he, retreating to an opposite corner. He looked at her, seeing ehr cover up and he didn't even know what to say. He watched her, making sure she didn't try anything as he sat on the floor, covering up as best he could with his own cloak, but kept an eye on her. He could feel the blood dripping down his arm and onto the floor, he moved and grabbed a blood packet, opening it with his teeth and drinking its contents, a bit of blood spilling onto his chin and chest a bit, his eyes closing slightly as he enjoyed the taste, and the freshness as it rejuvenated his body a bit, getting a bit more energy as he took a deep breath, trying to calm down his body as best he could. He knew for now, he'd have to keep an eye on her, she was raged right now, and would probably kill him first chance she got. He was more worried about the sun though, if she killed him, it would be quick, but if the sun got a hold of him, it wouldn't be as merciful.
 
Ixan's whole body twitched as she heard and smelt the blood over in his direction. She tried to keep herself in place, she tried to be sane. But the hunger was getting to her and finally, she snapped. Ixan was crouched in front of him again. She couldn't control her actions and her tongue licked up the trail of blood on his chest and his chin before moving to the cut on his arm. She moaned when she liked the fresh blood from the fresh cut. Her saliva made the blood pour out quicker and quicker. It caused her to twist on her feet as she continued to lap at his blood and moan against his flesh at the taste of it. Her hands were on his shoulders, trying to keep him in place so she could keep tasting his sweet scarlet liquid. She couldn't stop her tongue from continuing to lick at it. Or the moans that escaped her lips.
 
His eyes opened as he heard the sound of movement, seeing her as she began to lap the excess blood off of him,"Wh...?" he said as he felt her tongue on his skin, hearing her soft pants and feeling her licking at his wound. He shivered a bit as she did, unused to the feeling but not pushing her away. He felt her hands on his shoulders, and knew it was to keep him from moving. He kept his hand on his sword though, in case she tried anything dangerous, but he could hear her moans,'She's getting off on this...' he thought as he watched her. he could smell her scent, knowing it was growing stronger as she continued. He bit his lip softly, feeling a slight sensation going through his body as she continued to lap at his blood, shivering slightly as his eyes went half lidded from the new feeling. He watched her, making sure she wouldn't do anything, but only kept a half watch as she didn't seem to be trying anything.
 
She felt him tighten but she tightened her hold on him hissing a bit when he shifted. This caused her tooth to nip his arm and cut over the other cut. More blood poured out and like a hungry animal ,she wrapped her lips around the cuts and began to suck the blood up. Her body automatically pressed up against, hot wanting more of his blood...more and more of it. She moaned even louder, more hungry for his blood than the blood from the packets. Besides, that blood was cold and not fresh. His was warm, alluring, and fresh. Ixan heard the birds begin to chirp and it forced her to snap her eyes open. She pulled her lips away from him. Some of his blood had smeared onto her lips. Ixan pulled completely away from him, stumbling back. She was dizzy and in a way, drunk from his blood. She fell on her back and caught her leg on a nail, it split into her cloak and nipped her leg making a long line of blood pop out.
 
He shuddered and gulped every now and then as she continued to drink from him. His body warming from her touches and the feelings she was giving him. When he felt her tooth nip him, causing another cut he gave a soft groan, half from the slight pain, and half something else. He felt her go for that cut too, but soon saw her move away, slipping back and cutting herself on a nail. He saw the blood streak across her leg, the warmth of it and the scent too much for him to bear. He moved almost as quickly as she had the first time, leaning down over her and licking softly at the wound, tasting her fresh warm blood as his hands moved up over her hips a bit, holding ehr still as he fed from her, shivering in enjoyment, the first real taste of warm blood for him in what seemed like forever. His eyes where half lidded, unsure why he was like this, but not fighting it, not wanting to fight it as he drank gently from her body.
 
She was flat on the ground, her head spinning too much for her to move. She heard the weird sound of movement. But as she began to try to finally make her body move, she felt his tongue and his hands keeping her in place. The way his tongue felt on her skin made her hair stand on end. She groaned, her whole body shivering from a weird sensation of pleasure. She didn't know what to do, but the scent of his blood still lingering in the air and his tongue was arousing her very quickly. She squirmed around and her small hands wrapped around his wrists. A soft whining moan left her lips and she bite deeply down into her bottom lip to muffle herself. She wasn't really trying to pull away but as she had bit roughly into her lip she also made a small puncture wound on accident.
 
He continued to lick and suck softly on the wound, feeling her hands on his wrists as he heard her whine, he continued softly. He didn't know what was going on, why his body was feeling so hot and aroused, something about her, the way she moved, the way she smelled, it was affecting him. He let his tongue continue to trace over the wound on her leg, letting her warm blood slip into his mouth and down his throat before he smelled a new source, following it to her lips as his tongue darted softly over her bottom lip, leaning over a bit a before he kissed her softly, sucking gently on her lower lip, her blood seeping gently into his mouth as she still had hold of his wrists. He could feel her warm body against his, feeling how hot his own was and knew that this was going to end one way...
 
Ixan had never felt such a deep pleasure from someone. It was so confusing but at the same time she couldn't think clearly enough to care. All she knew was it felt damn good. Her eyes had began to close when he hovered over top of her then. They blinked open but closed instantly when he kissed her and sucked on her bottom lip. soft moan escaping her lips. Her legs were already spread, well duh, so that it was easier for him to be in this position. In the back of her head she knew where this was going to end up, she just couldn't seem to find a way to say no. She didn't have the strength. Her hands left his wrists and went to touch her bare chest. Then they snaked to his bare back and pulled him close to her. Her hands rubbed his back. Her left leg twitched like a dog's when it is having a bad dream. She moaned quite loudly now. She couldn't understand why he was making her feel this way, but the tingling sensation going through her body slapped her in her pleasured face again. She put her hands back on his chest and shoved him away. She sat up and whipped her bloody lip. She tore her cloak and covered the cut on her leg and took a piece to put on her lip to stop the bleeding. Her brows were still furrowed from their little scene. And confusion was plastered all over her face.
 
He continued to kiss her as he felt her hands ghost over his skin, sending jolts of electricity through him as she did. He let his tongue ghost over her lip, tasting more of her blood as his body reacted on it's own. he didn't know what she had done to him, what she had done to his body, but he couldn't stop himself, couldn't help it anymore as he felt her moving just slightly, hearing her moan his eyes closed before he felt her shove him, falling back on the ground as she moved, covering her wounds. He blinked his eyes, regaining himself a bit as his hands moved, searching for his sword as he looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers as he realized she had him in a lethal position, one that if she wanted to, she could easily exploit. He cursed himself mentally for not controlling himself better, his mind and his body now working on the same page as he stared up at her, the look of confusion on her face let him know that she hadn't planned for anything like this to happen, that she had just been dragged along with it like he had. His hand continued its search, wanting to feel the hilt of his sword, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her, not even for a moment, the warrior in him knowing that if he did, it could mean death, so he watched her as his hand continued slowly.
 
She shook her head regaining what little sanity she had left as she pulled the cloth from her wounds. The wounds were completely gone. She sighed peacefully before returning her gaze to his hostile eyes. Clearly he was waiting for her to screw up and do something stupid so he could try to kill her. But from the corner of her eye she saw him searching for his sword and unsuccessfully finding it. She couldn't help but smile like a little child and giggle softly. But her stomach growled at her for more blood and she gasped a bit from the pain. She grabbed her stomach and groaned. Ian wanted to scurry backward and curl up into a ball and ignore him. But his eyes locked on her had her hypnotized and locked in place. She gulped, her mouth was drooling. She wanted more of his sweet hot fresh blood, but she didn't say that. "I'm so-sorry...I didn't mean to d-do that.." She mumbled barely above a whisper.
 
He looked up at her, his eyes still on hers as he heard her stomach growling, he could tell she was near starving, and he had just fed. He heard her words as he gave a soft gulp,"Then what did you mean to do...?" he asked, his eyes looking deep into hers, almost as if he was looking past her as he moved slightly, accidentally grinding a bit against her as he continued his search for his sword, still afraid to look away as he felt the wound on his arm still dripping blood slowly, a small pool of it appearing on the floor. He was starting to wonder about her, one moment she's trying to kill him, the next she's feeding from him and moaning like a dog in heat, then she's apologizing to him. He didn't know what to think of her...
 
She moaned lightly on accident when he ground up against her by moving a bit around. She couldn't take her eyes off him. And she breathed in the sweet scent of his dripping blood. She heard every drop of it onto the floor and her heart beat with the dropping blood. "I'm just...." She flinched as her stomach growled loudly again, "Hungry." Ixan was half telling the truth. She was starving but she didn't want the human blood in the packets...his tasted so much better. And her body shivered with desire as she smelled the blood over and over...Her head was nestled at his bleeding arm again. Her tongue flickered back over the blood and her body pressed against him as her lips wrapped around the bleeding wound and began to suck at it again. Her stomach stopped growling and felt like and almost full with the taste of his sweet blood. "Mmm..." Came her muffled moan.
 
He shuddered a bit at the feeling of her drinking from him. His arm stopped moving as much as he shifted, unsure what he should do to keep her from doing this sort of thing. He bit his lip and moved, unknowingly continuing to grind at her a bit as he felt her sucking and licking at the wound on his arm that she had created. He closed his eyes, knowing she was just hungry, but wishing she would've just grabbed the blood packets instead. He gulped, feeling how warm she was, it was different, he was used to the cold chill of everything around him, and suddenly her warmth was on top of him. He could feel his body reacting to her warmth, even though he didn't want it to, his body wanting more as he moved a bit closer to her.
 
She could feel him grinding into her. His body reacting to hers. She couldn't help it, his blood just tasted so good. She ground back against him. Ixan stopped lapping at his blood when she had gotten enough and she was full. She pulled away from his cut slowly, looking at him as her eyes glistened a bit and she smiled softly. "Thank you." She whispered to him. Now that she was sitting straight up, her lips were only an inch away from his when she whispered those two simple words. They had been smeared in blood once again, his blood.
 
He shivered a bit as she continued, feeling ehr body starting to grind against him. He gulped softly as he closed his eyes a bit, his hands not working as much as he felt his hips moving softly. He felt her stop and his eyes opened softly, looking up at her as he heard her words, seeing the blood smeared on her lips, only inches away from his. He couldn't stop himself, something about her making his body go insane as he moved, licking softly at the blood covering her lips, the cloth that had covered her cut now off, making her lip bleed as he sucked softly on it, tasting her blood as he continued to gently grind against her, giving a soft shuddering breath as he did.
 
A shiver rippled through her body when he licked away the cloth and sucked on her bleeding bottom lip again. She straddled him in the instant he began to slowly grind against her again. She returned the favor, letting out soft moans. She lost control of her body and let it do what it wanted to do. For some reason she even got immense pleasure from him drinking her blood. She pushed him back so he was flat on the ground. She continued her soft grinding, her hands flat against the ground for support as she kept herself pressed up against him and moaning against his lips. But this pleasure was driving her crazy. It was like her own form a crack. She wanted more of it, more and more of it.

(I'm going to sleep for now. I'll be back on tomorrow. Night!)
 
He shuddered as he continued to grind against her, his lips sucking gently on her cut lip, taking more of her blood into his body as he felt his body warm. He felt her move, laying him as she ground more against him, his hands moving, no longer searching for his weapon, but instead, finding themselves ghosting over her sides softly, feeling her smooth skin beneath his fingertips as he ground harder against her, feeling his body warm steadily as he heard her moans. He wanted more of the feelings she gave him, the need and the wants building inside of him as his tongue moved, slipping into her mouth and ghosting over hers before exploring a bit.
 
A small squeak left her lips when she felt his large hands over her sides. She hadn't realized but her cloak had parted when she had forced him to the ground. Leaving her clothes to be viewed, but her top had rolled up o her. Part of her toned stomach exposed as well as her sides where his hands were. It was a simple low cut black top, that showed most of her breasts, the large strap was wound around her neck and a long jeweled chain hung down to connect the bottom piece of her top with the top, which left her should blades exposed from the way the cloth had rolled up. She also had on tight black leather pants on that clung to her rear like a plaster mold, the leg had been cut up the side where she had put the cloth over her cut to stop it from bleeding. But the cloth was slowly rolling off as she continued to grind against him. Drool formed in her mouth as she continued her little moans, her body getting hotter and hotter. The heat that he was letting emit from his body was very apparent to her and made her arch her back with a loud drawn out moan. She was about ready to move and rip of her cloak when she felt his tongue roll into her mouth and catch her a bit off guard. But she gladly wrapped her tongue around his, sucking on it softly to get a different taste of him. Now the moans that left her mouth, rolled into his with a soft vibration. She moved one of her hands and pulled at the cloak that was acting like a barrier around them. She ripped it off with one easy stroke and threw it over her side. This left the low top very visible and her large perky breasts with the long line of cleavage apparent as she pressed them up against him.
 
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