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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2016 16:09:24 GMT -8
Dread Captain Henry’s soul was already sick, twisted, and corrupted. His legacy is what cursed his entire family line that was still living, wherever they may be, so when he felt the darkness of Samael’s presence, he chuckled, his voice bouncing around within Samael’s mind. “Hey, boyo. Why don’t you let me take this body for a spin?” he seemed to be asking. “You got plenty of room in here for an old soul like me. Why don’t we see what sort of trouble we can get up to?”
The more Samael tried to corrupt him, the more the Dread Captain laughed, and the stronger his soul became – separate from Samael’s influence, separate from Esperanza’s own influence. With a gasp, she twisted her wrist, and she RIPPED the Dread Captain from Samael’s body. The infamous blackheart was getting stronger by the moment with the Demon’s own dark influence, and it wouldn’t do either of them any good.
The green mist slipped and slithered through the air, the feeling of a soul ripped from Samael’s body not a feeling that he would particularly enjoy. It struck back into Esperanza’s amulet where the swirling green was like a collected mist inside.
As Samael finally speaks, she can feel his voice all around her, but she turns her head slightly, her peripheral vision picking up that he dropped the barrier behind her. The green circle still continued to glow around her heels boots, the glittering mist still danced around her fingers and in the depths of her eyes—those dangerous Spanish eyes.
With his words… a little tick of a smile turned her red, red lips. Triumph! It seemed that he wasn’t as composed as he’d like to think, and the feisty little witch was now testing his patience. That took all of what, a few moments? He appeared behind her, and when his wands reached out to her lithe, naked waist they were knocked back by a glow of green that struck like lightning from the circle around her boots.
She turned to him, tipping her chin back—defiant and haughty and challenging and frustrating. Most men didn’t know if they wanted to strangle her or… do something else entirely.
“Escuchame,” she told him, and she pocked his chest with one red-finger-nailed finger. “You do not touch me unless I say si, hm? I do not care if you are a demon to be a king of some place; my body is my body, and it belongs to me. Cuando you are ready to please me, I will tell you, and not un momento before. Comprende?” She perked a dark brow at him, and then drew her hand back.
Her arms crossed beneath her breasts, attitude in the sway of her hip as she shifted her weight to its rounded curve, chocolate curls tumbling over her naked shoulders and framing her deviously beautiful face. “If you can understand that, then we have no problemas.”
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222 
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on May 12, 2016 16:24:21 GMT -8
She was stubborn....infuriatingly so, at that. His hands are steaming as he hisses audibly, slowly slinking back as the green magic causes him discomfort. Not to mention having a soul ripped out of his body, which leaves him visibly pained as he clutches his chest. Naturally, he hasn't thought of every defense possible..but now that he realized what she could do, he'd have to discern how to handle souls...perhaps sending them straight to hell would be worth investigating? He stares at the woman with a hint of curiosity, though beneath his visage is a storm of emotion. This impudent witch thought herself superior to him...but he'd dominate her, soon enough. He'd have her sinking to her knees, and staring up at him with those deep green eyes of hers. Just the thought causes him to smile slowly, and he manages to reign in his emotion.
..He'd have to handle her differently. She was prideful, much like himself, and only someone like Samael could truly manipulate such a robust personality. His gaze shifts from her chest as her arms folds together, and it'd be noted how quickly he heals, as the burn marks along his hand fizzle into nothingness.
"...Mm. Perhaps I've been quite rude. I suppose I'm not used to the woman of this area, so I'll have to rectify that." He states, bowing slightly, though his eyes remain upon her own. His onyx hues smolder warmly, as if a fire was just in the process of being stoked, as he slowly strides toward her. A hand extends to his side, and a swirling vortex of demonic energy warmly radiates around them, illuminating the alleyway once more.
"Just say where you'd like to go, and it can be arranged." He drawls out, encroaching upon her, though he remains at a respectable distance. He was persistent, and once he's made a target out of someone, they would not simply slip away with ease. Her body would soon be his, if he had his way. "This..gate-way is a short-cut to another area of this town, though I can expand it further out, if you have some wander-lust about you. You -will- give me your name, though." He states quietly, his tone likened to that of someone with the upper-hand of a situation.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2016 18:13:54 GMT -8
"As I had said before," Esperanza said, in agreement with Samael that he was not used to women of this island. They were a feisty lot, that usually did not put up with much.
Facing him now, the infuriating brunette tossed her hair over her shoulder and settled her long nailed hands on the lush curve of her hips, rocking her weight to one side. There was a saucy, triumphant little smile on her lips. No doubt this would irritate him, too.
"My name is Esperanza Josefina Consuelo Maria Elena Santos de Oliveira y Jiminez, and I am the Witch of Carnela," she introduced herself. "I don't want to go somewhere, I want to find someone."
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on May 14, 2016 18:45:44 GMT -8
And boy, did that annoy the ever-living crap out of him. She radiated cockiness, and a mannerism that could only rub him the wrong way, given how his personality tended to be. Despite this, he maintains his composure, and exhales slowly enough to reign himself in. His onyx hues shift around, though the portal itself shorts out soon enough, given the amount of necessary power to keep such a thing open. He rotates his shoulders a few times, and maintains an arrogant pose, arms folding together as if she was wasting his time. Ironically, it was probably the other way around.
"And whom would that be, Esperanaza Josefina Consuelo Maria Elena Santos de Oliveria y Jiminez? I figured you were a witch, after that amulet business..which I honestly suggest, you don't try on me again, in the future....and I'll just call you Esperanza, thank you very much."
Who even used such a long name, and how did that fit on any birth records that may have contained her information? Despite this, his interest is piqued.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2016 20:27:21 GMT -8
"My husband," she told Samael, and there was a gleam in her eyes, once more returned to their foxy Brown hue. The glow of green eased from around her fingertips, the amulet, and the circle around her booted feet. "He has run off, and probably with another woman."
She sauntered forward, a delicious sway to her hips, a taunting, sensual confidence in her curvy little body as she reached up and ran one red-tipped fingernail over the muscles of his bicep. "You see, I have a terrible temper and I think I may have run him off the island."
Esperanza dropped her hand and walked past him, out of the alley and onto the streets of Carmela. She assumed that Samael would follow, because although the voodoo witch was exasperating, she was entertaining, too. Things were certainly not boring around the woman.
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on May 14, 2016 20:40:04 GMT -8
"My Husband."
The words did not particularly surprise Samael, though his eyebrow does cock upward at he sheer disbelief. Why would a perfectly sane man wish to abandon such a fiery woman, and even look elsewhere? Well, thee was always a darker side to individuals, though Samael could only find entertainment from this pirate-woman. Perhaps she was too much to handle for a mere mortal, and the sheer mystery behind such a statement inspires a small smile. The contact made is allowed, though it does cause him to eye her with a hint of scrutiny before she passed his vision.
Turning neatly around, he walks side by side with the woman, as he was not an individual to skulk behind anyone..even if the view wasn't too bad, from there. He remains thoughtful on the matter at hand, and his lips purse together thoughtfully.
"Now, why would your husband do such a foolish thing? Surely you don't have some horrible secret that may be repulsive?" He muses, side-eyeing her to get a feel for her expression.
It would seem he's helping to settle domestic disputes.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2016 6:33:43 GMT -8
[Exit now to the City Streets or whatever thread it is. I'll tag you in it!]
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