o/ I walk aloooone o/ (Gold! Here please!)

[Anonymous]

She didn't truly understand what it would mean to give herself to Nexus. Sex didn't usually end well, and he usually liked the idea of leaving a lasting impression on his partner. If it wasn't the climax and the extreme pleasure derived from the moment, from the contact and the experience, then a permanent limp or the inability to hold anything in their good hand was enough for him. The two of them seriously were underestimating each other, and that perhaps was going to end up well. Not for both of them, but one of them was going to enjoy the fight that was coming on. The idea of just taking her was a good thing, but he wanted her riled up, he wanted her to be tough, he wanted them both to have such energy.

Or you know, to strangle her to death.

"I'm sure they do." It was an idle comment as he waved the N in the air, creating it and making the letter stand out. He had just eaten, his power was growing, and he had quite a bit to drink. It wouldn't make him drunk, which he hated, but the drink would give him energy enough to fight all night. Well...he'd probably get some sex out of all this, but the fight was going to be incredibly fun for him.

The light did nothing to her, and he couldn't be surprised really. She was a creature serving fire, and light was part of fire. He did have to admit, if he were not focused on defeating her, he'd really just end up knocking her down and fucking her. She wouldn't enjoy it, sodomy wasn't really pleasurable, and his pain was all but pleasure for him, while he couldn't be sure about that for her. Giving pain and death seemed to get her riled up a little bit, but he couldn't be sure about receiving pain. They'd have to see wouldn't they?

The voice that cut the darkness confused him. It wasn't a normal voice. He had heard something like this before, through a prophet before, it had been powerful, but intimidating? No. A vessel was easy to kill, easy to destroy and hurt, a Goddess wasn't. She however, was the former. Just a vessel. She even said so, 'My' servant's power. Whether it were an act, or a Goddess, it didn't frighten him. It actually inspired him. If she was around to watch, she'd see the fall of her High Priestess, the downfall of her most beloved 'creation.'

His heart raced at just the thought of it.

"Finally."

Did she not understand what he was? Did she not understand how he worked? Had she not seen how things were with him?! Whips and fire, they were his element, like hers! His arsenal however had a lot more in it, like darkness, water, wind, earth, and occasionally chaos. She was smart, to aim for his eye, but she did not realize his reflexes, his ability to gauge her, and his hand was already up to let the whip rake across his arm. His other hand was working to create large ropes from his fingertips. There were blue ones, black ones, and even ones that glowed and crackled. They didn't dangle like the last ones, but instead they wrapped around his fingers and fist, almost like a glove. He was already rushing her, and despite the searing flame whip that had ran across his arm, it didn't slow him, or deter him. His fist was already coming up, the one coated with the magical ropes went straight for the shield of light.

Oh how things were going to turn out for everyone. The shield could break from the attack of magic on it, but there was also the question of what would happen if he collided to it. He had met some strong shields, head on before of course, and some defended against magic, some against the physical, but both at almost the same time? It would be a testament to her skill and her power, that was for sure. Then he'd have to figure out another way through her damned shield.

She'd fall today, he'd figure a way...but she would fall.

[Goldie]

The instant Nexus surged forward and held out his fists, Oinnanai's now smoldering eyes narrowed at her target. So far he had done the attacking; this was good. Too many times people underestimated her defense and found themselves horribly tired by the time her own blows began. From what she knew of this man she couldn't exactly count on him being that stupid, but she could certainly hope. Usually in times like this common sense flew to the wind.

He was aiming towards the shield and this more than pleased her. After all, he was coming with those strange ropes wrapped around that arm. No, the shield was not one that would be sustained through physical attacks, but she was nimble enough to evade a physical punch. What it did do, was what brought the wild grin to her cheeks. Her teeth dripped liquid flames and she truly, honestly, looked like a demon burning in the dark of the night. Anyone walking by would not see the pleasant, beautiful woman. No, they would see her naked skin, wreathed in fire and glowing with its own inner light.

If it hadn't been clear before, now it was unmistakable that she was not what she appeared. In fact, she looked like she was anything but human.

This, however, did not cross her mind and she did not ponder her creation. In her eyes her abilities were magic, and magic alone. Magic granted to her by the Great Mother Goddess who filled her faithful servants with her power. And Oinnanai was the most faithful, the high priestess. She had endured much, and that was the reason for her powers.

His fit collided with the sphere of light and she quickly moved away from the physical punch, feeling it graze her shoulder but nothing more. Instantly, the shield exploded into the brightest, most glorious light that any of Her followers had ever seen. If Nexus had thought his first attack had been bright, it was nothing compared to this. It was as if the entire world had been drawn and the artist decided to erase his masterpiece with a single streak of white. Nothing was visible in this burning globe, and only Her servants would truly be able to stand the blinding brightness.

In fact, even Oinnanai felt her eyes squint against it and she lived with this kind of light on a daily basis.

It did not hurt, no, it did nothing but encase their small camp in such a searing blindness that would leave a lesser man blind and bleeding from his eyes.

How long it lasted depended on him.

In the exchange she had transferred the light shield onto the very ropes that bound his hand in a magical casing. It was like a slimy, film that needed special mixtures to remove it, and the light would continue until he found a way to dismantle it.

A chuckle left her lips and she moved towards him, hips swaying seductively if he could see it.

(ooc: I'm kinda assuming after this point >_< I will change it if you'd like!)

Reaching Nexus, she pressed both hands on the sides of his cheeks and smiled. Standing on her toes she pressed her lips against his and attempted to pull him into an erotic fantasy. Her lips parted, hoping he would follow suit, and she breathed gentle into his mouth, nothing more than a normal breath, but with it would bring fire that would eat him from the inside.

At least, that's what was intended.


(ooc: I thought this could be a nice transition >_< he could just be like "BOOP! *strangle*" or something xD but I will change it because it's kinda power playing, assuming that he's subdued even long enough for her to saunter over and initiate a make-out session. LET ME KNOW!)

[Anonymous]

There was rage and hatred, a want to try and destroy this woman, to show her that her lust would not be something to help her. He wasn't a simple teenage boy who could be corralled and tamed by sex. He was going to enjoy it of course, while she would probably not. Dimly of course, he wondered if she would actually enjoy it, considering it would be full of pain and torture. She seemed like she enjoyed killing someone, so this could very well be something that she would enjoy too. They'd have to experiment, if she lived through this after all.

It helped that she looked like she was actually a demon now, that she wasn't really a high priestess, at least not to a Goddess. Maybe to a devil or something like that. Then again, this world was different, so perhaps Holy and Demonic were different things here.

Things were going a lot worse than he could have hoped for really. The shield had simply given way to his punch, and he had almost hit her, and then came the bright light. He stared directly into the light itself, but simply let his eye look past the light, and where there was no light, there was the world once more. The ability to filter layers out helped immensely, so did his ability not to be able to tell day and night save for there being a sun or a couple of moons above the world. Still, his eye hurt from the sudden flash, turning slightly red and hurting in his skull. That bitch.

It was stuck to his hand as well, having somehow attached to the magic along his ropes. It covered it and he had to get rid of it, and he could figure a few ways to banish it. The most being simply get rid of his magic and letting it go away. There was also the idea of covering it in darkness, but there wasn't much time. He clenched his fist and began to focus on changing the magic that covered his hand. Darkness. The ropes began to curl off of his hand and trap the light within, until it was smothered by a sphere of black rope. He should have been paying attention, as the woman suddenly upon him, and not in a way that he expected either, she was kissing him, and he got sucked into the kiss. His lips parted slightly as hers did, wondering just how much this 'High Priestess' knew about lust and sex. The question was...what was that fire in his throat? And in his stomach? Oh Gods it had been a trick.

With a renewed vigour, he had to focus on this fire and use it to his advantage. The heat, the fire, it began to form itself into a rope. The question now was what to do with it? He could expel it wherever he pleased, and for a moment he thought about giving it back to her, sending it into her mouth and choking her with fire from the inside, but it probably wouldn't help him any, it might make her stronger and he couldn't have that. He decided to let it slither down his pant leg and into the dirt, where it would sink into the ground and disappear. That was perfect, she wouldn't be able to use it against him. His lips stayed against hers, holding that kiss with her. His hands however had a different agenda. At first they were caressing her, gently feeling her body and roaming along her skin. He could handle intense heat and freezing cold, so he found her comfortable really, to a degree. Hah! Temperature jokes.

It was time to end this.

His lips slowly parted from hers as his hands were already at her throat, his thumb on the larynx to stop her from being able to breathe and shoot some sort of fire at him. he could still burn after all, his skin wasn't fireproof after all. "Goodnight poppet." He whispered softly as he squeezed with his thumbs and compressed his hands together. if she had been smarter, she should have killed him from afar, or tried to, but instead, she had gotten within his reach. It was a shame, she had a nice mouth too, and from what he could see of her body, and what he had felt, they would have had a lot of fun together. Sadly it was probably not going to happen. He wasn't sure about killing her, he wanted her to suffer, and he wanted to have her Goddess watch as well as he stood there, clothes singed, his arm bleeding, his eye red from the flash of light, and all he wanted was for her to know that it was his hands around her throat, draining the life from her.

The Savaros Victorious.

[Goldie]

Oinnanai was filled with a certain smugness as Nexus followed suit with her kiss. Soon he would feel the fire in his lungs and by that point, it would be too late. Once it was inside of him it would grow, expand, and eat him from the inside out. It would be absorbed through his pores and turn his blood into liquid fire.

It also helped that her entire body was still encased in flames and that was licking at his skin. Unlike her, the flames would burn him in their loving caress, not soothe and strengthen. It was a lovely thought, his charred skin. By the end of the night he would resemble those same Drows that she had killed numerous times in the attempts to rid the world of such vermin. His skin, it would turn black, and he would become unrecognizable.

She lost herself in the power of the flames that she guided down his throat, disconnecting her mind from her body and following the flow as it entered him. Lost in the ecstasy of the power she was using, the High Priestess followed the flames through him and...

Into the ground?

Oh no...

With a snap she returned to her senses and felt his strong hands collapsing her windpipe, holding down the arteries to her brain. She choked and sputtered and raised her hands to her throat where he held her. In a wild attempt she focused all the power she could muster and shot it through her fingers and onto his hands, burning him, hoping that it would be enough, that it would not be too late.

But already it was.

She could feel her brain failing her, her lungs screaming for air, her vision clouding with red and fading into nothingness. The fire around her body flickered, sputtered, and dissipated with her consciousness, leaving her body smoldering. Her toes felt cold, and this sensation inched its way up her legs, but she did not collapse. Unlike most bodies, as her life force was drained from her by Nexus's fingers, her limbs became stony.

With a final shudder, her eyes closed and all resistance left her. Her hands fell from their attack at his hold and stiffened at her side. The same strange thing that happened to her legs encompassed her face until she felt, and looked, like a life-sized porcelain doll. Her strange appearance when she was alive had now taken on those same properties in death. It was as if, while she lived, the High Priestess was nothing more than clay and now, in death, she had been fired in a kiln and turned into a doll. A beautiful, unblemished, perfect doll.

In a way, she had returned to her natural state.

But her mind was very much alive.

As she died, Oinnanai's psyche flashed through her life, her seventeen years of life. She saw her parents, her temple, her training, her fellow priestesses, a woman who looked like her, except for brown eyes...

Her mind sharpened on this image. She had no memory of her. The woman's lips were moving, opening, closing, as if in a chant, but there was no sound. No longer worried about her physical well-being, Oinnanai focused on this memory. In her bones she coudl feel that something was not right, something was off, something was...missing.

A part of her...this woman....

She felt drawn to her, she felt as if she knew her. But how could that be?

A strange language entered Oinnanai's mind as she drew this memory to the surface. It was a language she herself knew very well, a language that she used when speaking to the Great Mother, a language that she herself was only privy to know as the High Priestess.

"...sun and light and fire rise" was the crude translation, "Give life, give strength, give me" Give me? That seemed strange. This woman...what was she? Oinnanai felt that this image was important, more important than she had ever found anything in her entire life.

"she is me, I am she" the woman continued in that same language. Even in a memory Oinnanai could feel the magic building around those words, bubbling over with power. Oh, such a power that she had never felt before in her entire life. Even Nexus and his strings failed in comparison, even her own powers blanched to the magic she felt. The fire, it was flowing through her, flowing around her, flowing in her. "In this vessel make her rise, give a mind, give a fire, give her me"

Oinnanai realized that this woman terrified her, knowing that she had such glorious power...

"Rise, my servant. Nerti's servant." same language, but the chanting seemed to have finished, "You will bring my will to the people, you will carry my message, in my image I have made you and the Lumenari will have their savior in you."

The Lumenari?

Goddess...could this....was this...?

In an out of body experience, Oinnanai turned her gaze to the vessel to which this woman was talking. She had an idea but...it couldn't be.

With an inward, mental shudder, Oinnanai saw herself on the table, the perfect replica of herself. But this was made of clay, or porcelain. She could see the shine, until...a fire was entering her slightly parted lips from the woman's chanting and her eyes opened...the doll came alive...

No...she came alive.

Oinnanai never had a family...she was never chosen as the High Priestess because of her special gifts...she was the gift to them.

And this woman...

Even in a memory she knew that this woman was no Goddess. She didn't know what she was, but something told Oinnanai that she was not what the Solisi believed. But...that couldn't be, could it? If she herself was created by Nerti...by the Great Mother...she had to be real! She had to be a goddess!

"Now you have me, you live for me. Lead them, lead them to me."

Suddenly, other memories flooded through her as Nerti seemed to be uploading them into her vessel. She saw the people she had been led to believe were her parents, saw her training as the High Priestess, saw her arrival at the temple where the people were overwhelmed by her perfect appearance they did not question her story. The followed her, revered her as a Prophet for she, surely, spoke directly to the Great Mother herself. Everything that she had been lead to believe about her life had been planted in her head by this woman, this Goddess. Oinnanai could not believe that she was not a goddess, not yet...she needed...she needed...

Goddess, what was real!? She didn't know!

And it seemed she would have more time to figure that out as she images faded from her mind and she felt herself pulled by her invisible navel downward and into a cold, hard shell, much like the first time she felt life flow through her porcelain features. The limbs that had once been stone now started to warm and she felt herself reconnect with the body that Nexus had tried to destroy.

Time had seemed to stand still while she was lost in her hidden memories and she had no idea how long she had been lost, nor did she know what her close brush with death had done to her.

Surely she had been dead for some amount of time, and while her body had been returned to its original, clay-like state, her body had slowly been turning into stone itself, a black, obsidian stone replacing the color that had been painted into her shell by Nerti herself. Now, as the porcelain shell warmed as she was brought back to life, the obsidian growth stopped its destructive work halfway complete and nearly half of her body was the same white, pale Oinnanai she had been, and the other was a deep, deep black. The tips of her hair had begun to change as well, inching its way up to her face and covering the far side of one cheek, as well as an ear, and a few sections of her hair. Death had transformed her from the perfect Solisi, to a blackened freak, as if the fire she wielded had scorched her perfect features, permanently scarring her for life.

If she could call this life.

With a shuddering gasp, her eyes flew open and her chest heaved as breath re-entered her body.

It appeared that even a memory held power and she had been granted a second chance.

[Anonymous]

And it was slowly that she died. She could no longer breathe, she tried to fight weakly, even burning his hand as well with fire to his hands. She had tried to struggle, she tried to figure out how to kill him, how to get his hands to stop choking her. Despite his skin sizzling, his clothes burning and smoldering, he did not let go, he would not let go. He would continue to grip her, and slowly...she was gone. However, she was turning to stone, and he should have guessed as much. He couldn't even fuck her now! If that wasn't unfair, then nothing was at this point. For whatever reason, he actually lowered her down to the ground, carefully, calmly, out of respect almost. His body gave off obvious smoke, his skin and clothes having been burned quite a bit. There wasn't pain though.

Out of a sick and sadistic twist with him, it was pleasurable. Sort of. He wasn't honestly sure what he was feeling. Nexus had an in-depth knowledge of the human body, he understood pain and pleasure though, about the receptors in the body and the centres of the brain that controlled them. They were fried and burnt, so there was almost nothing...but still...

It just felt all odd.

Nexus didn't like it, he needed help...and there was only one person who could help him. He knew that he was here too. Nexus slowly knelt away from the stony body of the young woman he had just killed. He began to scrawl in the dirt, a very ancient language of his realm. It would be useless to speak here, and writing it was very difficult. His skin was slowly healing already, but it would be...all wrong. He needed...help. He continued writing, and finally he finished with a small, strange circle at the end of his little passage.

Then he waited.

"Come on you bastard, I know you're here. Come on."  Nexus clenched his hands to his chest and closed his eyes, though it didn't really help him. He could still see, and he hated that. Of all the things...."Come on...COME ON! YOU BASTARD!" At his last curse, there was a flash of light from the strange runes on the ground. They were glowing gold. Nexus sighed in relief as he waited, as a man slowly materialized. He wore a black suit, including a tie, a blazer, and black leather dress shoes. He even had a fedora similar to Nexus' though it was a lot more professional looking with a golden rim around the base of the hat's little uprising. Curiously enough, he wore a large golden shield over his face, a mask of some sort that kept his face completely hidden from sight. His gaze looked down to the smoldering man before him.

"Ah, an Agent. My apologies Nexus, I was not sure that I was feeling the right power. By the way, your accent is terrible." The golden man said as he stepped on the runes below him, kicking the dirt with his foot lightly. "Sorry, my fingers are a little..." Nexus held up his hands, showing the burnt messes. There was a chilling laugh from the strange man, who nodded almost...sympathetically. "You killed." It wasn't a question, but a statement, as the golden faced man looked past Nexus, who nodded slightly. "She was not...a good person. I kinda liked her but...I'm tired of working for a Goddess who wants me to slaughter." Nexus' voice was a little hoarse and a tad strained, this was a sensitive subject for him but...the man before him would get the information out of him one way or another.

"And is there something I could help you with?" The tone was bored, he didn't want to be here but he had been called, and felt he should probably do something to help out. "I could...uh...no burns would be nice." Nexus would heal eventually, but his flesh would be....well he was pretty sure he'd never feel anything properly again. No pain, no pleasure, not even...would he touch hot or cold probably. The prospect was not something that he really wanted to have happen. The other man knelt down and took Nexus' hands into his, as if inspecting them from behind his golden shield. "I thought you would have learned from the lava....you might as well have been trying to mate with a fire elemental." The man sighed as he gripped the hands tightly in his own. "I will do this, but only because you have tried to live a life outside of my daughter's influence. What you have done to deserve these burns should be remembered however." A golden light was encompassing the two of the men, and when it finally died down, Nexus no longer was burned, his clothes even had been repaired, and his hat...ah his hat no longer wanted to crumble into scraps.

He did however have a new scar along his neck, one that was tender and sensitive. Nexus reached up to it and gently touched it, wincing slightly. It hurt. Things weren't supposed to hurt. He didn't FEEL pain like others did. "That's..." He looked up to find that the man was no longer there. He quickly looked around to see if he had moved, but no...the man was nowhere to be found. In the dirt, the message had almost all been destroyed, save for some select letters.

"Remember the night." It was a quiet whisper that Nexus spoke in as he stood to look at the body of the woman. She was changing...had been changing...something...she was becoming something else again, like...Obsidian? What was happening to her now? She was half and half now...with black onyx on one side of her body. This was just...strange to say the least. He watched the woman carefully, wondering just what she was becoming. This was a very odd situation really, and he could only watch as she changed.

Then...she breathed.

His eyes narrowed slightly at that. She was alive again...but of course, she had changed quite a bit. Great. This wasn't going to be very good wasn't it? Nexus couldn't call his golden friend again to heal him probably, he'd want Nexus to learn a lesson and well...he wasn't exactly sure if he'd really learned one yet.

Great.

"I should have figured you'd be immortal." Nexus said allowed finally and sighed as he clenched his fist. Why did he feel like he was being punished a whole lot now? "Are we going to have to fight again, because if so, can we call a no fire rule?"

[Goldie]

As her eyes fluttered open the first thing she noted was the darkness above and around her. She had either been out for a few minutes to a few hours, or a few days. She was uncertain, as astronomy was not her strong suit, and the stars did not speak to her. She felt heavy, as if a great weight had been added to her chest during the time her body had been dead.

For, that's what she had been as far as she could guess. That vision, even now, she could tell had been protected by a great magic to keep it from surfacing in her conscious thoughts. Of course, this was all just speculation. Oinnanai would never truly be certain of what occurred in those memories until she found some answers. Goddess, she needed answers.

Had she really been created? Well, of course she had, all of the Solisi were created by the Goddess Mother but...not like this. Oinnanai had not been born, if the vision was anything by which to judge. No...she had been made, like a doll, to serve Nerti's purposes. Had she ever done anything on her own free will? Had she been forced into her role in the Lumenari.

It was stupid to even contemplate. Of course she had been forced. All of her "memories" were implanted to put her on that designated path. She was created to be the High Priestess, she didn't choose. Goddess it was too much.

The woman felt tears tickle the corner of her eyes and she wanted nothing more than to be swallowed by her own self misery.  Upon hearing a voice, she blinked them away and sat up quickly, eyes darting towards the sound and narrowing as recognition slowly dawned. She had not been gone long, if Nexus were still here, sitting in the darkness. And, upon further scrutiny, she noticed that he had been healed but for a long scar along his neck that looked new, but she couldn't be sure because of the darkness around her.

She blinked, startled by the sudden realization that normally she would not have been able to see much more than his outline let alone a scar along his neck. Her eyes had somehow adjusted to the night...but....that....

Closing her left eye everything faded to the darkness that she remembered. Closing her right and gazing out of her left she could not suppress the soft gasp that escaped her lips. This one could see everything in the night as if in the split second it took for her to blink the sun had popped into the sky. Opening both eyes again she gazed at Nexus, all previous arrogance lost in her gaze. Now, with both eyes open, Nexus would easily detect how her right eye remained unchanged, but the left was completely black minus a light ring around her iris which faded to a dark gray around the pupil. Now, it looked as if two people had been mashed into one, but she herself still had not noticed her own changes.

"Immortal?" she asked, voice soft and uncertain. "I...I've never died....I didn't know...I...." Standing quickly, blood rushed to her head and she tipped forward onto her knees. Her arms shook where they supported her torso and her hair fell into her eyes. Sitting back onto her knees, she reached up and went to brush her hair from her eyes and froze.

Black.

Her entire arm was black and shined eerily in the moonlight like animated rock.

Panicked, she raised her other arm and saw that this had remained the same.

"What...what's happened to me...." she breathed, eyes wide as she held both of her hands before her face. Forgetting Nexus was the enemy, and missing his comment about fighting, she looked up at him. Confusion emitted from her every pore.

Then...

"Nerti." her eyes hardened as she spoke her Goddess's name.

[Anonymous]

Her awakening was as confusing to her as it was to him. It was sad to think that he had pretty much been ass kicked by the young priestess. If he hadn't been smart about how to stop the fire from killing him, he'd uh...well...he'd have ended up back in Heiroth and would have had to explain to his brothers what had happened. He sighed to himself, almost wistfully as he thought about his brothers. They weren't here, and they wouldn't be probably. It was kind of sad really, he wished that his brothers were here to help him with a bit of fun.

Alas, he was but a single brother in the line of the three Savaros. Well. Four. Hm, he should really think about finding that girl again. He had heard about her, from Feris, but he hadn't actually met her, neither had any of the other Savaros men as far as he knew.

He was actually rather glad that the woman wasn't really wanting to fight him. He could have sworn he saw her eyes moist around the edges. While he sometimes hated the vision he had been gifted, he was rather okay with it right now. She seemed to be going through quite a few of the different emotions it appeared. There was surprise he noted, she even gasped. When she looked at him though, she didn't appear so...well, arrogant. She looked timid almost, she looked lost...she looked...different. The hangman's noose in his pupil seemed to grow slightly as he focused it on her.

Things were very different now. She looked...very odd, being half and half. It was funny looking really, he swore he could remember hearing a story about people cut  down the middle of different colours.

"Yeah, I'd take it easy. I remember dying for the first time. Dragon stuck his armoured tail spike through my heart." He rubbed his chest, right over where there was indeed a scar lingering on his skin. It wasn't exactly a fun experience, he really couldn't recommend it to anyone actually. Getting killed in such a manner wasn't as fun as some of the others...he could really remember a few better ones actually.

Still, dying in a hot, no pun intended, passionate kiss with a young girl breathing fire wouldn't have been all that bad. Still, dying with sexual energy unreleased was a terrible blue balling experience. He shook his head, shaking the thoughts from his head as he decided not to think too much about that. At least he knew not to say anything too bad at this time. One of his thoughts was to ask if she still wanted to have a romp, but this probably wasn't the best time. Great. He wouldn't be one to 'handle' his problem, he was a Savaros, they prided themselves on not having to do anything so...desperate.

"Your guess is as good as mine poppet." His eye was upon his gloves as he absently tugged a thread from it, shaking his head. Despite having had his clothes restored, there were still problems once in a while. A sad thing really but...he didn't want to waste energy and magic on repairing his glove. More so since he really didn't know what he would have to be doing with this woman. Fighting, fucking, or fleeing.

Hah!

"Yeah...sure poppet. Nerti." The word was unfamiliar to him, but it sounded more like a name. For a moment he actually wondered if...ah. Could it be her Goddess then? That would be surprising, if her Goddess had decided to...turn her half...midnight black? That honestly didn't seem very Goddess-like. Then again, he had worshipped and worked for a Goddess who usually wanted him to rape, kill, torture, or psychologically damage people. She hadn't done him any favours by creating him either, but at least he wasn't some strange half and half creation now.

He could be thankful for that.

"You want something to drink?" Nexus was pretty sure she didn't want to fight now. He reached into the pocket at his side and took a wineskin from it. He had taken some rather nice whiskey, after popping the cork from it he took a drink and coughed. It was a little bit of a sudden burn, and he found it ironic suddenly as he had just been 'drinking' real fire no more than half an hour ago, and now he was trying to drink more of it.

Oh how hilarious some things could be.

[Goldie]

Oinnanai was only half listening to her fireside...well, it wasn't much of a fire now was it, and he wasn't really a companion...but there you have it; fireside companion. Something strange had occurred to her over the last few minutes and it was mind boggling enough to try and sort it all out. Her brain was fuzzy, like trying to pick out a single hairball from a fleece shirt, or capture a drow who had managed, miraculously, to elude his hunters. But...

Could she honestly continue to hunt them? Hadn't she just seen that half of her body had been transformed into the midnight black pigment that defiled their skin? Would she find that the sun burned rather than refreshed?

Her life had been turned upside down and the poor girl wasn't even sure if she could call herself Priestess let alone solisi...

But then...

Had she ever truly been a Solisi?

If the vision was anything to go by, she hadn't been born at all! Instead she had been placed upon this earth with false memories embedded into her psyche so that she believed herself human! It was a riot! A humorous joke! Why would Nerti make a vessel that had to pretend to be human? Would it not serve her purpose better if Oinnanai had been made and known to be one with the Great Mother herself? But she had chosen not to....Oinnanai had lived for Goddess knows how long, always believing herself 17 when in truth? She could be thousands, if not millions of years old but had nothing to show for it. Just a decorative doll that would prance around for her amusement, looking into fires like some soothsayer whore while She spoke to her and gave her direction.

Direction for what?

In her distress, Oinnanai had picked up a rock on the surface of the plain and had been rolling it around in her midnight palm, staring at it blankly as her mind sifted through each plausible explanation. Now, her fist closed violently and the rock shattered with the strength of her new arm.

With a start, her consciousness flooded her mind once more and she stared dumbly at the dust where the rock had been. In her transformation...when she had thought herself dead and then heard Nerti's voice speaking works of power to give her life...

With eyebrows raised she went to pinch the skin on her black arm and found that it was beyond her power to do so. In fact, she wasn't even sure if there was skin on that arm to begin with! And when her flesh touched the strange new addition to her body, she found it cold beneath her fingertips like rock itself. She had...well it seemed ridiculous to believe so...but it appeared the black substance that was now her skin was rock.

But that was silly!

"Hit me." she ordered Nexus quietly, interrupting his offer for something to drink. If she had been paying attention she would have found that the man she fought apparently could not die, and it was probably better she did not know this. It would have pissed her off, royally.

Looking up, one gold eye pleading, the other darker and cold as night she offered her blackened arm. "Hit me, Nexus."

[Anonymous]

What was he supposed to think about all of this?

She had become half a golem, that's all he could think about. More so when he saw her pick up a rock and crush it with her bare hand. Nexus was strong, all of the Savaros were, but to see someone do THAT...he wasn't THAT strong. Instantly he noted that he would not let her do ANYTHING to him with that hand. If a rock could be crushed that easily, he could only imagine what would happen to any part of him. Not even thinking sexually, she could easily break a bone, crush his skull, there was a lot of painful things that could happen. Even crushing his private area.

Blue balls couldn't happen with no balls.

A rather disgusted shudder ran through his body. He even watched her and looked almost in horror as she plucked at the black skin and saw that...it didn't pluck. It didn't pull up and snap back, it was just...like solid rock. Oh god. Horror began to run through him as he realized that...this transformation could be exactly half and half. However, her grasp of the language was still fine, so her tongue couldn't have become half stone right? She would sound very different and weird. Still...what if it was all...down there as well? What if it was all...

He could look.

The realization just dawned on him. He could LOOK. She was naked as the day she was born. He didn't want to. For whatever reason, looking at her there just seemed like a terrible idea. Like all of his hopes and aspirations would be ruined. So he decided it would be best not to do that. It would be very smart of him no doubt. She might get really angry and break something important with her new body.

Nexus stood up when she told him to hit her. He sort of wanted to actually, perhaps he was a little enraged, a little angry, and a little frustrated. A whole lot of frustration was building in Nexus, and he was sure if he hit her...that might all go away. Maybe he'd knock her down and find out just what she was about but...Nexus knew that she didn't want him to hit the soft side of her body. He balled his hand into a fist and took a deep breath. This was going to hurt. That's all there was to it. This was going to fucking hurt and he was an idiot for doing this.

He took her arm with one hand and lowered it slightly. However, if he was wrong, and he could hurt her blackened arm, he would break the damn thing to show her who was boss. He held it tight and punched with his other hand, bringing his weight with him into the punch. There was the satisfying sound of bones cracking, and it was only when he felt an extreme wave of pleasure run down his spine did he realize it was his bones breaking. Nexus was a unique creature, pleasure from pain, unless it was very life threatening, and this was nothing. He held his hand and took a deep breath, stepping back from Oin. This was so god damn unfair. Now his hand was broken, he was still horny as hell, and now even if he could 'handle' himself, he had just broken his main hand.

"Ahh great fucking Light...why did...I agree to this...damned..." There were more curses sputtered as Nexus retreated to the fire and sat down, staring at his hand. He could see into it, he could see the bones beginning to heal, slowly, but...Gods be damned this was a stupid idea. "Any other...bright damned ideas you want me to do while I'm still in an agreeable mood?" Nexus asked, slightly sarcastic as he case his gaze at the woman's face. Ah he should have just slapped the dumb girl's face and been done with it...instead he just haaaad to go and punch her arm.

This night was not very fun anymore.

[Goldie]

When his hand came in contact to her arm, she could feel the pressure he exerted, sure. It sent her rocking back from the force, but that was it. She felt no pain. She felt nothing but what seemed like a light breeze on her left arm...a cooling sensation. She did not feel bones cracking, skin relocating as it tried to stretch into a new position. She did not feel the onslaught of a bruise rising underneath the skin, attempting to turn perfect porcelain into a blossoming sunset.

If she had been standing, the force of Nexus's blow would have been enough to make her stagger. By all means it should have hurt!

But it didn't.

And then....the sounds of bones cracking had not come from her...no....and the way Nexus cursed up a storm made her realize exactly what had broken. Goddess, hitting her had broken his hand. That could not be normal. It was as if she really had been turned into stone....

And really, that was the only conclusion she could actually come to. Perhaps Nerti had made her to self destruct after death? But that couldn't be right...she had turned into an ebony stone....but not all of her. It looked as if it had started in her left toes and fingertips and began spreading from there. Half of her body was covered in the stuff, but it hadn't quite reached her face. If she looked up, part of the underside of her chin was black, and behind her left ear...but other than the strange alteration in her eye, her face looked the same as it had before the ordeal.

Unfortunately, looking over her body she realized that the clothing she had been wearing was not gone, leaving her perfect....well...half perfect body for the world to see.

No.

For Nexus to see.

"Fascinating..." she murmured. Flexing her strange new body and grinning up at him. "I wonder what it would feel like if I hit you this time." she held up her fist, realizing that it had a sheen in the moonlight.

Glancing up at him, she laughed. Not the haughty laughter she had been inclined to use before realizing that her Goddess had created her for a specific agenda. This was merely an enjoyment, a giggle that reminded her audience that she still felt seventeen but had never actually been able to act it. It didn't matter if Oinnanai was really one hundred thousand years old, mentally she had been lead to believe she was seventeen.

"I'm just kidding of course. Did you want me to look at that? Set the bones? Something?" she offered for multiple reasons. One, it gave her an excuse to get closer to him, flaunting her naked body with every movement forward. It was a tease, she did not actually plan on doing anything, but seeing him squirm still brought her a large amount of enjoyment. As she slipped closer to him, she held out her unaffected right hand, expecting him to shrink away from any of the rock side after that display.

[Anonymous]

At least she had moved a little.

That was the only comfort he could take from the fact that he had just broken his Gods damned hand, and now was aroused. This of course, had not been one of Nexus' finer moments in life. Nexus actually had a lot of these moments in his life, showing that he was a bit of an impulsive person. Courting a half fire giant for example, that had been a dumb move. Challenging a man who had a force of fifteen expertly trained Night Blades was also a very impulsive action. Oh yes, over the years, Nexus had done his fair share of bloopers and blunders. This was now one of those that would get added to the list.

He couldn't actually remember why he kept a list. It seemed like a good idea, that he could use it to learn from his mistakes but he just ended up making more of them anyway. Maybe because he could look back on them and laugh, or share them in a bar with some drunk people who would find it hilarious.

Yes, that was an answer that he could live with.

Now that he had thought about it, he had done this before. Granted, the creature he punched was a rock golem, but at this time, he was pretty sure that's what was happening to her. After he killed her, she changed into a golem, or had started to at least. Why she was alive again, he didn't know, why she turned into rock, he didn't know either. What he did know, is that she was young, beautiful, and had broken his god damn hand.

"Oh yeah, real fuckin' fascinating." Nexus scowled in return as he held onto his broken hand, looking at her accusingly. It was her fault, it really was. Then she said something that made his scowl turn to a glare. "Do that and I'll teach you what a good skull fucking is." He muttered darkly. He didn't care what she thought of his foul language, or the foul imagery that he conjured up with his words. He was pissed off, and a bit horny at the same time. They were not good combinations, they were especially not a good combination for a man like Nexus, who had a lot of pent up rage, and had very few morals and limits.

The laughter also hurt a little bit. Like she was mocking him. Maybe she was trying to make him angry and kill her again. He almost wanted to as well, he really wanted to hang her for a few hours and see if she'd die.

"Just you never mind. The hand is already healing." He told her as he flexed it once. There was some cracking noises, and the visible emotion on his face though was not pain, but pleasure. It felt GOOD. He wasn't going to deny that. It felt really good, and he wouldn't be able to explain it to anyone. No one would understand, at least, very few people would. However, the hand wasn't red anymore, the swelling had decreased a little bit. It'd be a bit stiff, perhaps later a little dull and tingly, and then by mid-afternoon it would be better. The curse of the Savaros was a bitter one, it meant that they were to endure. The regenerative properties of a Savaros were extreme and impressive. Things that would be fatal or deadly to some, were akin to flesh wounds in their minds. Their bodies were meant to survive, were meant to continue...they were meant...

To endure.

[Goldie]

"huh." she muttered, watching his healing hand intently. It indeed was healing quickly and of its own accord. He obviously wasn't muttering and incantations under his breath. It was interesting to realize that her companion might just be like her: not really human. After all, she had never in her life met anyone who could heal up like that....whose body, after being burned by fire, could magically have no trace of the incident other than a scar that was certainly not formed by her flames.

It bothered her.

A lot.

Who was this man who could do things that normal beings could not? Who was this man who appeared to be enjoying the pain she had inflicted rather than shrinking from it? If she didn't know any better he was a person who found pleasure in pain; an anguisette. But...how many people could she honestly say were true anguisettes? Not many...those who believed themselves to be were usually lying to themselves and pretended that getting spanked meant they enjoyed pain.

No...this man was true to the word. His hand was broken, he glared daggers at his assailant, but ultimately there was sheer sexual bliss behind his gaze.

Or she was just crazy. That was highly possible.

"What are you...?" she asked, eyes boring into him as she stared openly. Her face was pinched in scrutiny as she tried to work it all out in her mind.

Everything that was happening to her this night was making her head spin.

(ooc: this...really failed xD but I couldn't really think of anything else to say T_T )

[Anonymous]

If she was bothered by this little bit of new information, she might be very uncomfortable with any sort of knowledge that he had. He didn't much enjoy imparting wisdom that people didn't need to know, these ignorant fools were all happy to believe things like the stars weren't like the sun of their system, or that the universe didn't revolve around the planet. He had no clue what these people did know, but he was sure that they were all ignorant country bumpkins compared to him. A funny thought, that a man so...simple in his ways, almost predictable, was actually fairly intelligent. People made the mistake of thinking he wasn't, which always led to their downfall.

Nexus was truly a masochist, a sadist, and a pervert rolled all into one person. He enjoyed pain, it was all pleasure to him in the end. He enjoyed giving pain out to people, he loved to see them cower and flinch, to see them shy away from a knife or hot coal. Nexus enjoyed watching people suffer and feel pain, to see their muscles tense, to hear them scream, cry, and plead for mercy that would never come.

Nexus was a man who had given up being a man long ago, if that made any sense.

He noticed her stare, her ever increasing stare, her eyes showing that she was trying to work out what the hell he really was. If she hadn't figured out he wasn't normal from his eyes, or from his strange magic, then she was really behind on things. He had to give her some credit, his 'kind' probably weren't seen here. They usually operated out of one particular place...and well, this wasn't it.

"A Savaros." He told her as he continued to flex his hand, more out of need to feel the acute pleasure race up his arm and down his spine. He had to hold his hand still finally as he looked to Oin, with a small smirk on his face. Oh if only. "Think of me as a metahuman. I'm bigger, faster, stronger, I don't require a lot of sleep, I can eat anything I want, anything and live, I'm resistant to extreme temperatures, I heal faster, I can see in the dark as if it were day, and generally, I'm just better than a human ever could hope to achieve." Arrogant and cocky? Sure, but he could afford to be. He really was all of those things, he had those powers, he was a step up above being a human.

And he loved it.

((It was fine Goldypants! You know I luff your posts no matter the size!))

[Goldie]

She listened to his explanation, silently happy that he didn't just end on the "I'm a Savaros" and expect her to go all doe-eyed and fawning. Of course, from what she'd seen from him he'd probably be more likely to tear her limbs off, or have his way with her if she ever decided to get all....clingly.

Ick...even thinking about it made her skin crawl. She may have realized that she was not who she thought she was...probably wasn't even human, but she would never humble herself to another human being. They would humble themselves to her even if they didn't know it. After all, if she decided to use this Nexus "Savaros" it would be on her terms, and she had the power in her ebony hand to crush his sorry excuse of a manhood. Of course....she probably had the power to do that with her regular hand.

Ha!

Even her mind felt more liberated.

Well....maybe not. It had to be the shock of finding out that you couldn't die...or at least died and came back to life with no more than hearing some ancient spell being mumbled in her memories. It must have been an awesomely powerful spell for such a residual effect.

And then he started spouting something off about being a "metahuman" and she could not contain her laughter. It started out as a soft snort, developed into a chuckle and before she realized he was still talking, laughter bubbled through her lips and she clutched her side where a cramp began to form. She had never met anyone so...so.... pompous.

"Really..." she replied once he finished, completely and utterly uncaring that her outburst might be considered rude. Turning around and fishing through her small satchel which had thankfully remained intact during the fight. It held a change of clothes and she found it a prudent time to cover herself once more.

"If you recall....I was the one you had thought you killed but really, transformed into something much more powerful. So please, save me the lecture on "Savaros"" she didn't care that she had been the one to ask, "because it means nothing to me. In fact..." she pulled the white cloth over he head and the silken fabric slivered down her mismatched skin. "I suppose you might say that whatever you are, I'm made from the same mold." her porcelain lips stretching into an introspective grin, "Of course..." she let her finger slide down her neck and rest just above the valley inbetween her breasts, "I'm almost positive that I have more power over you than you'd like to admit."

[Anonymous]

Nexus knew that to her, the term Savaros meant nothing. Perhaps he was arrogant and cocky, but in his world, people knew what a Savaros was, and what they did. They looked upon them in fear, some in adoration, some strived to become a Savaros, a justice dealer for the Goddess, while others did their best not to get on her bad side. This place was different. No goddess of order or justice, no agents of justice...he was just...some arrogant ass here.

He was quite alright with that.

He wasn't of course, alright with her. He had some form of grudging respect for her, she had lived after all...even though he had killed her. Usually people he killed stayed dead. Sometimes they came back as zombies but that...that was a different story all together. A story he really didn't feel like telling. Not that she would ask. She'd have to be a mind reader, and if she was...well he was surprised she wasn't recoiling from his thoughts. His mind was a strange cesspool of decadence and wicked ways. Granted, she was probably stronger than he was now...but her physical strength would account for nothing. She was still flesh in some places...and she couldn't survive everything. He viewed her as a target, as a mark, as something to kill, but mostly it was just wild fantasy.

Her laughter didn't help anything. She had asked. Sure the way he had put it was rather pompous and arrogant, but he couldn't help it, nor would he want to. There was a rage and a fire in his one eye, but he continued to talk and ignore it. She'd get hers. If she wasn't careful...she would really...really get hers.

"Yes. Really." Nexus spoke with a steely tone through gritted teeth. Why he was putting up with her, he really couldn't figure out. Maybe because he wasn't sure how tough she really was, maybe because he was...worried if she got in close enough she could crush his windpipe. The stone was strong, instead of brittle like one would except it to be. After all, it looked like she had been cooked by fire into stone, and that should have been...brittle to some degree. Apparently not.

Gods damn her.

His eye followed her finger as she spoke, a slight grin on his own face. "The same mold you say? Well, I think I got the better deal here, Rocky." He told her as his eyes flashed up to her face. "You can think whatever you want...but after you've become that...statue portion, the things you're good for aren't appealing. I bet you just hate not being in any sort of control..." He did too of course...but she was used to the power, to the fear of being a High Priestess, where people would worship her. It was pathetic, and it made him want to try to strangle her again. "As for killing you, I had. You were completely dead to this world. I succeeded...don't much care that you came back but...whatever." He lay back and pulled his hat down over his face. He was done with this. Of course, there was the whole matter of being able to look through his hat with no problem...and his eyelid. And there wasn't any darkness because he could see through the dark.

Gods be damned.

"Made from the same mold. She doesn't even have the eyes." Nexus muttered to himself, snorting slightly at the very thought of her even being considered on the same level of him. "What a fuckin' joke."

[Goldie]

Oinnanai watched Nexus, absently fiddling with a long tendril of hair that lingered just over her right breast. His words hadn't phased her. Of course, if she had killed him and he had managed to come back she wouldn't have been leaping for joy either. In fact, it just helped solidify her belief that somehow....she and this bizarre man were very similar. Maybe not in their appearance, or how they had come to be, or even the world where they were from....but....

It intrigued her.

It also made her wonder just how long she had been wondering the world under the pretense that she was just a 17 year old girl...after all....everyone in her order knew of her, whenever she met a Solisi there was no question in their eyes about her...so how could she only have finished her priestess training a year prior? It made no sense. Her memories, clearly were not a true reflection of the time that had passed.

That could have been the Mother's way of ensuring that Her creation didn't gather too much pride and compromise the mission.....it could be Her way of keeping Oinnanai in check....

But she would not let that happen anymore. She needed answers. No, she demanded them, and would stop at nothing to get them. Even if it meant that she would have to go to the underworld and travel through Drow territory....

None of that really mattered right now, however....

With a grin, she made her way over towards Nexus and knelt beside him very deliberately so he could not mistake her movements as any form of attack. Leaning forward, she moved her hand alongside of his cheek, moving she flipped his hat away from his face and gazed seductively into his eyes, her warm flesh side of her body pressing gently against him.

"Now....you wouldn't want to get rid of me so quickly would you? After all....you can't truly believe that my....alterations... have made me undesirable...?"

[Anonymous]

At least she wasn't acting so high and mighty anymore.

It looked like being killed and coming back made of half stone changed a person. Nexus couldn't feel pity for her, at least, not a whole lot of it. Did he feel sorry for her? Well...maybe not sorry, but he felt as if they did have...some things in common. Like he had been manipulated by a Goddess...and she had as well. Both of them had been lied to and tricked, both of them forced into a life that wasn't their choice. He had to admit...they were...they were the same in that regard.

It's probably what was keeping him around.

It also helped that she was all...without clothes, despite him not looking at her. He didn't want to see her naked body, not yet...not when it was all...weird. Not that the idea of rutting with her didn't intrigue him of course, didn't hold some value to him. She seemed like she would be an excellent fuck after all, so inexperienced, tender, yet...animalistic. He had felt that in her kiss, so full of emotion. Ugh! He was getting excited at just the thought of it, so he pushed it out of his mind as best he could.

And there she was suddenly beside him, kneeling and...touching his face, she touched...his hat even. This girl was not very bright now was she? People didn't just touch the hat of a Savaros without a VERY good reason. She apparently had one as well, but he could only glare at her.

"Little girl, unless you have plans to follow through with this little...seduction of yours, I would just sit back, and try not to bother me." He avoided her question as best he could, but his fists were clenched, and his jaw was set, trying to stop himself from just...knocking her over and ploughing her like a fallowed field. He had to keep his head on straight here, or else his hat would fall off.

[Goldie]

She chuckled seductively at his remark, her face still mere millimeters away from his face. Every breath she drew brought with it the smell of his skin and the heat emanating from both their skin made the space between them hotter...humid...drawing on their breath.

Little girl...he considered her a little girl? It was laughable! Completely and utterly ridiculous. Her eyes had been opened in the moment her created heart had ceased to beat. Even now she found herself unlocking memories from a time she could barely remember...a time that had been folded to fit into the mold of her 17 year old form. The Solisi were no prudes. In fact, even in the more recent timebend, she could vividly recall the night with Umati. What a perfect example of a Solisi....his skin so perfectly ivory, his eyes a light amber....his hair such a beautiful brilliant shade of orange that when the sun was high the tendrils blended in with Her rays....

It had been enjoyable. She had fulfilled her purpose by securing his allegiance to the Great Mother Goddess. He had left with the taste of the High Priestess on his tongue and the feel of the Mother's warmth from her fingertips.

Could she please a man? It would appear so....

But this...why was she here leaning over a man who could not accept Her warmth?

It was a stupid question that she knew the answer to the moment it formed. This was not for her, it was not for him....it was for no reason other than hoping that the Goddess who formed her would come down from the heavens and explain herself. That She would see her High Priestess, molded specifically for the job, allying herself with a man of such wretched darkness that She would send the fires of her wrath. Then...then Oinnanai could ask her questions. No, demand her answers.

"I am not little." she murmured from her still position above his lips, "In fact..." without a moments hesitation, she brushed her lips against his. Her face, untouched by the dark stone that now consumed some of her limbs, felt hotter than normal flesh which was so starkly contrasted by the coldness from her blackened half.

Her lips moved back an inch, "I begin nothing without intent on completing it...."

[Anonymous]

Ancient was a good way to describe Nexus. Though he didn't realize just how ancient he actually was. His soul was so old, and yet his body and memories were barely a fraction of that time. Then again, even in that short amount of time that he had existed in this body, in this form, he had done so many things, witnessed so many events, and caused so much that it was a small wonder he thought himself so...old. He felt old, he had lived more than most people could live in a hundred years.

Now here he was with this...young thing, who was trying to suddenly seduce him.

Half of his mind wondered why she was trying this, her interest in him had been non-existent and then suddenly she was trying to get him in bed with her. The other half of his mind wondered just what she could do to him, and how far that blight extended around her pelvis. If all went accordingly, she'd still have three working areas for him. Though, he did enjoy breasts too, so make that...four working areas. Ugh. Stone tits...he didn't really enjoy the idea of having sex with half a statue.

"You are to me." She was so close to him...those lips almost...touching his...he was at a loss. Was it a trick? Was it a trap. The feeling of her lips against his spoke volumes. She was so hot. Literally, her temperature was quite great, a lot greater than normal flesh should be. She said something afterwards but all he could do was push her back suddenly. "I already called in a big favour to heal my wounds once, I am not going to let you burn me again." He told her as he waggled a finger. He may have loved sex, but he was not going to let it trap him like this.

"Nice try though. You have no desire to fuck me, so it's obviously just a trap to try and kill me again. Fool me once..." He let that hang as he scowled at her. She was a tricky one, and he'd have to be very careful not to give in to her little ways. Though her Goddess may have abandoned her, and they had so much in common, she had JUST gotten her faith tested. People didn't just get over that sort of thing, seeing all the lies, they would try to rationalize it, they would try to fight it, figure it out, work through it. Usually a person didn't just go 'Oh, my whole religious life has been a sham. Well better get my brains fucked out by this random guy who tried to kill me.'

Nexus was not going to let himself get burned again. It had been an absolute bitch the first time, all that fiery pleasure coursing through his body and no release. He wasn't going to let that happen again. Maybe he could figure his way out of here and get to a cheap prostitute. It was only a grassland, how long could it be?

[Goldie]

Her eyes widened when he pushed her away, surprise written on her still milky cheeks. Never, in however long she had been on this earth, had anyone denied her....no one had rejected her advances...and blackened or not she was clearly still beautiful! Perhaps in a different way, but her face remained unchanged, and wouldn't normal men beg for the chance to test-drive the changes? How could he sit there so coolly with his own bizarre appearance and push her away?

"Kill you?" She asked flummoxed for a moment before laughter escaped her rose-colored lips, "Kill you?" repeated the High Priestess incredulously. "Don't you think that I would have tried again if I really gave a damn about that anymore?" Her grin turned into a sneer, "Do you think that killing you will do anything?" Despite her voice being low, it carried with it a weight that she had never heard escape from her own lips before. Her fingers, clenched into fists, shook next to her legs where she knelt on the floor. Her skin, where it had not been consumed by stone, began softly glowing. It started at her core, the skin beneath her clothes pulsing with its own light and then it extended towards her fingertips.

"I should kill you because you are an affront to Her light...an abhorrence...you shouldn't exist in this world." bitterness seeped from her very pores and the glow gained strength. "But what am I? What have I become? What have I always been? I want answers, Nexus! I want answers, and I want to lose myself in something...someone...so beneath Her servants that She will deem it prudent to come down here and answer for herself!"

The light around her brightened to a brilliant, dazzling white for a second before breaking and fading to nothing an instant later. For a moment she was silent, staring absently at the ground by her knees. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she chuckled.

"Broken....so broken...."

Looking up at Nexus she opened her arms as if revealing a prized cow for market. "No....I have no plans on killing you...on trying to kill you....that right is no longer mine. In that regard you are wrong. I had every intention of fucking you."