And another oldie:
It had been a while since had been out. Just didn’t feel like going. So I thought what the hell, I do deserve some entertainment and decided to make a little sightseeing of my own…
I hadn’t been on the streets for long when I saw her. She looked delicious, slim and in perfect shape; her dark hair slightly curly and her eyes having that spark in them to make guys eat from her palm. She looked bored so I thought I’d give it a try, after all I had my own charm that most people found hard to resist.
She was leaning on the railing of a sightseeing platform overlooking the old town but her mind seemed to be drifting in a dream world, she was paying no attention to the city lights below. I walked up to her and touched her shoulder gently; she looked up and smiled so I asked if she’d care for a warm drink since the night was becoming chilly. She agreed with another smile and we walked down the platform to a nice café I knew just around the corner. We ordered hot chocolate without even asking what the other one wanted and finding our tastes alike made us laugh. We were sitting in the corner table and the place was quite empty apparently since it was no season for tourists any more. Halfway through our drinks she looked at me and asked if she could kiss me and I saw no reason to refuse so she planted her soft lips (tasting a bit of that chocolate she’d been drinking) on mine and slid her tongue in my mouth. We kissed for a while, she seemed to enjoy it and so did I… so it seemed logical that we got up and left. She touched my face with her fingers when we were in the elevator going up to my penthouse apartment, her skin felt so soft on mine – I guess that’s how it should be when you are not immortal. But the difference didn’t seem to bother her. We went straight to the bedroom, I guess our minds were moving in the same direction and she started taking off her clothes dropping her coat on the floor and loosening the buttons of her tight black top.
My first impression had been right – her body was gorgeous, she had perfect breasts and the nipples were perky with desire; her slim waist curved to a well-shaped ass and her legs would have made any model green with envy. She looked at me and lay down on my bed spreading her legs a little and running her hands all over her body as if showing me what to do. I didn’t need any instructions; I stripped myself too and climbed to the bed next to her. I kissed her lips and started moving down, touching her neck (for a split second I was tempted to bite her right away but I knew it had to wait), licking her skin down to her breasts, playing with my tongue around her nipples and sucking on them gently. She closed her eyes and her body was moving to guide me on. I spent some time with her breasts still, I just couldn’t resist the way they felt in my hands and how they tasted. Then I went on, making my way across her flat belly and further on to her pleasure zone. She was almost fully shaved, just a thin line of hair like a road sign guiding me in the right direction. I slid my tongue between the lips and she tasted so good… She ran her hand down my back and grabbed my butt, I felt her fingernails on my skin and it got me wet in an instant… she slid her middle finger inside me and when it was well lubricated she moved it to my ass. I wasn’t expecting it and she had long nails but I didn’t feel anything sharp so I relaxed. She began to make little round movements with her finger sending pulses to my entire body and I felt I was dripping wet. Soon we were breathing fast and our bodies were melting with sweat, her skin a lot warmer than mine though. She came with a scream, her body shaking and her legs open wide. I placed myself on top of her spreading my legs and still having her finger inside me so I could keep my hands free to stroke her breasts and get her ready for the final. I knew I was almost at the climax so I bent down kissing her lips and gently turning her head sideways; I kept kissing her neck and when I felt the orgasm building in me I opened my lips and sank my teeth in her flesh, my whole body shivering and the hot blood flowing down my throat soothing my thirst…
http://darkdeja.deviantart.com/art/Girls-Night-Out-111828684
Monday, August 31, 2009
Trespassers
Old one, copied from my DA page (http://myracle.deviantart.com/art/Trespassers-79385267):
It all started when I hacked into the mainframe of National Bank. I didn’t get very far and I didn’t intend to – it was merely curiosity; but they caught me. I thought it was my end; after all, we had almost zero tolerance for crime. But seems that they wanted to use me for their purposes and I was given a second chance. A lousy one to be honest but still an alternative to being combusted as a warning to others. They said that my talents were useful for the State and if I showed signs of improvement I could be redeemed. So I agreed.
I was reprogrammed and trained and tested and proved to be acceptable. And that is why after a year I was assigned to you. Well, you weren’t exactly happy about it – you were used to walk alone and as our society didn’t approve any personal kind of coexistence of people, most of us were loners. There were of course business relations and lines of command but anything based on feelings was strictly prohibited. So I started my training with you in a unit specialized on pre-crime investigation. It means that our State authorities believed that crime should be discovered before it happens and therefore it can be avoided. The task of us was to track down and capture possible future criminals and bring them to justice. Most of the work was done by establishing contacts with different people, talking to them, trying to figure out how their minds work. It involved sharp instincts, fast thinking and a lot of training. And you just had a talent for that – you could look at someone, exchange a few sentences and you were able to profile that person relatively accurately. So of course you liked to work alone. But I was attached to you mostly because I was an expert in computers and stuff like that and they wanted to test some fancy new equipment and they needed me to operate it and then they could compare my results with yours determining whether a machine could do the same job as effectively as a human. Or half-human in some cases.
At first we didn’t talk at all. You gave me the task outline, we agreed on technicalities and that was it. But the long hours we had to spend together and just wait until the necessary person shows up finally brought us closer. You began to explain me things not only handing down an order and I had to admit that besides razor-like mind you had a certain inner beauty that I hadn’t noticed before. We started to argue and come to agreements, discuss things and understood that in some ways we’re pretty much alike. So once when we were sitting in the patrol car for the second sleepless night in a row you suddenly looked at me and said that I was pretty. I felt confused, I thought that you wanted to distract me from work and then prove that I was careless. I smiled and answered that I’m not supposed to be pretty but useful for my country. You touched my face and told me to calm down; it was not a test of some sort and that you had disabled the tracking devices already earlier and that I should relax and forget about that arrogant country that only used us to get its way but didn’t give a damn when our feelings were at stake. I stared at you in confusion – of all the people you were the last one to talk about feelings, after all, in your training program you had emphasized over and over again that the first step on the way to perfection was getting rid of all feelings and staying focused on the mind. You smiled in a somehow bitter way and said that it’s a lot of crap and you tell this merely because it’s the only way to survive. But what you really think is a way different thing. You seemed so sincere and trustworthy that I decided to believe you. I looked in your eyes and told you that I understood and I felt the same way. And that sometimes it hurts. You put your arm around me and said that from now on we were together and this was our secret and we had to be really careful. Then you kissed me. I had never been kissed like that before and I instantly wanted more. Your lips were soft but yet strong on my mouth and your tongue was slipping in and out like a snake. I didn’t want you to stop. I was totally losing control. For most of my life I had been communicating with machines that were fully under my command and I had no idea that giving up that command to someone stronger can be so enjoyable. I wanted you to take me and do to me all the things I had heard about from the emotion trespassers we arrested. Very often one of the last things they told before they were tranquilized was that people like us could never be happy because we deprive us the greatest joy in life – the affection towards someone and the feeling of sharing. I had thought about it and hadn’t quite understood the meaning but now I felt I knew.
You switched on the stealth mode so the car was invisible to the radars occasionally checking upon patrol cars for safety reasons – sometimes when a car is standing on one spot for too long there is a possibility that the patrol has been killed and the command center should send out reinforcements. We didn’t want that so we went into disguise. You lowered the seats and dimmed the windows so if someone happened to pass by the car looked empty. You inserted a small silicon chip into the navigation computer and it turned into a jukebox; playing those old songs I haven’t heard in years because all entertainment was off limits to us. I felt like I had traveled in time to a better world were no one could hurt me. I wrapped my arms around your neck and whispered to you to take me here and now.
I don’t know how long we were lying there, I had lost track of time. When we regained consciousness, you switched off the stealth mode, started the car and drove us back to base. But you didn’t drop me off in front of my barracks as usual. You continued to yours, told me to wait in the car and ran inside. In a couple of minutes you returned carrying your full combat equipment and 2 blaster guns. You threw them in the back of the car, sat behind the wheel and drove out of the base area. Soon we were in the beginning of hyperdrive runway and you stopped the car to key in your access code on the gate. It opened and we entered. You maneuvered the vehicle in the proper position and initiated the jump sequence. I looked at you and asked where we were going. You smiled and said:” To a better world” and started the countdown.
It all started when I hacked into the mainframe of National Bank. I didn’t get very far and I didn’t intend to – it was merely curiosity; but they caught me. I thought it was my end; after all, we had almost zero tolerance for crime. But seems that they wanted to use me for their purposes and I was given a second chance. A lousy one to be honest but still an alternative to being combusted as a warning to others. They said that my talents were useful for the State and if I showed signs of improvement I could be redeemed. So I agreed.
I was reprogrammed and trained and tested and proved to be acceptable. And that is why after a year I was assigned to you. Well, you weren’t exactly happy about it – you were used to walk alone and as our society didn’t approve any personal kind of coexistence of people, most of us were loners. There were of course business relations and lines of command but anything based on feelings was strictly prohibited. So I started my training with you in a unit specialized on pre-crime investigation. It means that our State authorities believed that crime should be discovered before it happens and therefore it can be avoided. The task of us was to track down and capture possible future criminals and bring them to justice. Most of the work was done by establishing contacts with different people, talking to them, trying to figure out how their minds work. It involved sharp instincts, fast thinking and a lot of training. And you just had a talent for that – you could look at someone, exchange a few sentences and you were able to profile that person relatively accurately. So of course you liked to work alone. But I was attached to you mostly because I was an expert in computers and stuff like that and they wanted to test some fancy new equipment and they needed me to operate it and then they could compare my results with yours determining whether a machine could do the same job as effectively as a human. Or half-human in some cases.
At first we didn’t talk at all. You gave me the task outline, we agreed on technicalities and that was it. But the long hours we had to spend together and just wait until the necessary person shows up finally brought us closer. You began to explain me things not only handing down an order and I had to admit that besides razor-like mind you had a certain inner beauty that I hadn’t noticed before. We started to argue and come to agreements, discuss things and understood that in some ways we’re pretty much alike. So once when we were sitting in the patrol car for the second sleepless night in a row you suddenly looked at me and said that I was pretty. I felt confused, I thought that you wanted to distract me from work and then prove that I was careless. I smiled and answered that I’m not supposed to be pretty but useful for my country. You touched my face and told me to calm down; it was not a test of some sort and that you had disabled the tracking devices already earlier and that I should relax and forget about that arrogant country that only used us to get its way but didn’t give a damn when our feelings were at stake. I stared at you in confusion – of all the people you were the last one to talk about feelings, after all, in your training program you had emphasized over and over again that the first step on the way to perfection was getting rid of all feelings and staying focused on the mind. You smiled in a somehow bitter way and said that it’s a lot of crap and you tell this merely because it’s the only way to survive. But what you really think is a way different thing. You seemed so sincere and trustworthy that I decided to believe you. I looked in your eyes and told you that I understood and I felt the same way. And that sometimes it hurts. You put your arm around me and said that from now on we were together and this was our secret and we had to be really careful. Then you kissed me. I had never been kissed like that before and I instantly wanted more. Your lips were soft but yet strong on my mouth and your tongue was slipping in and out like a snake. I didn’t want you to stop. I was totally losing control. For most of my life I had been communicating with machines that were fully under my command and I had no idea that giving up that command to someone stronger can be so enjoyable. I wanted you to take me and do to me all the things I had heard about from the emotion trespassers we arrested. Very often one of the last things they told before they were tranquilized was that people like us could never be happy because we deprive us the greatest joy in life – the affection towards someone and the feeling of sharing. I had thought about it and hadn’t quite understood the meaning but now I felt I knew.
You switched on the stealth mode so the car was invisible to the radars occasionally checking upon patrol cars for safety reasons – sometimes when a car is standing on one spot for too long there is a possibility that the patrol has been killed and the command center should send out reinforcements. We didn’t want that so we went into disguise. You lowered the seats and dimmed the windows so if someone happened to pass by the car looked empty. You inserted a small silicon chip into the navigation computer and it turned into a jukebox; playing those old songs I haven’t heard in years because all entertainment was off limits to us. I felt like I had traveled in time to a better world were no one could hurt me. I wrapped my arms around your neck and whispered to you to take me here and now.
I don’t know how long we were lying there, I had lost track of time. When we regained consciousness, you switched off the stealth mode, started the car and drove us back to base. But you didn’t drop me off in front of my barracks as usual. You continued to yours, told me to wait in the car and ran inside. In a couple of minutes you returned carrying your full combat equipment and 2 blaster guns. You threw them in the back of the car, sat behind the wheel and drove out of the base area. Soon we were in the beginning of hyperdrive runway and you stopped the car to key in your access code on the gate. It opened and we entered. You maneuvered the vehicle in the proper position and initiated the jump sequence. I looked at you and asked where we were going. You smiled and said:” To a better world” and started the countdown.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Luna
It wasn’t meant to happen – we were enemies and it had been like that for generations. But sometimes fate takes strange turns.I was a vampire and you belonged to the order whose aim was to hunt down and kill all of my kind. And right now everything is over already and I’m just being sentimental…
One night when you were out on your own our paths crossed in the narrow streets of the old town; I usually walk in the shadows and move fast as a lightning but at that time I wasn’t hungry so I enjoyed the warm air and wandered around with no apparent destination. I had been walking behind you for some time before you noticed me. You turned around and looked at me, calculating if you had time to attack; I stood quietly and made no attempt to hurt you so you relaxed and took a step towards me. I told that I didn’t want to harm you and if you wanted you could join me for a walk. After all, if we didn’t feel like fighting we could take a break; the night was short so why not enjoy it while we had the chance. You thought about it, it was understandable – you had been trained to kill us. But then you reached a decision and said that you would be very happy to walk with me. So we did.
We talked a lot that night and we met again and again. You had to keep it a secret from the rest and I had to remember to feed before I met you – I knew I wasn’t that strong to stay away from your blood if I was hungry. We talked about the future and whether this feud would end some day. And then one night things took the natural course – you kissed me. I thanked god I had been feeding earlier because the smell of your skin and the warmth of your body drove me crazy. I would have wanted to get you, to have you completely for me and never let go. But I gained control over myself and kissed you back. I felt the softness of your lips and tasted your breath. I wrapped my arms around you and you did the same to me. Knowing that it was dangerous just added the excitement. You took off my clothes and I took yours. I lay down and you pushed deep inside me; I had my nails in your shoulders, my head was tilted back and my legs wrapped around your hips to get you closer to me. You pushed hard and fast and I kept asking for more – I knew the night was ending soon. It was as if you were slaying me, the only difference being that instead a stake to my heart we did it in our own way.Then the moon came out, it was full. And as it started to shine on us I felt something more powerful than just a sexual peak building in me. I felt like I could control myself no more, I knew my teeth were growing and I started to sense your heartbeat as if it was my own. I felt hunger, the worst hunger I had felt in my whole life… I wanted to get my teeth into your soft flesh and suck until I had everything. I fought this feeling hard, I tried to concentrate on the pleasure I was feeling and I tightened my muscles to make you come quicker. Finally you did... Your body was shivering and you rested on me biting my ear gently. I kissed you and stroke your face, I knew this was the last time I saw you.
I knew I had given you something that you didn’t need… I had turned you into my kind. Usually it was done by getting bitten by a vampire but I was that old and powerful already that I could turn you by making love to you during the full moon. And now I had to end it, I didn’t want you to have the kind of life I had – centuries of loneliness because this is what immortality is about; your friends die before you, your loved ones become old and die also or they get tired of living only at nights and they leave you. I had seen too much already; I had seen wars and diseases, I had seen mankind slowly destroying itself with the way they lived – poisoning the water and the air, using their knowledge and wisdom to create weapons and hurting each other. Everything was based on money and everybody could be bought and sold. I was tired of that, I wanted out of this vicious circle. And I definitely didn’t want you to have a life like mine. Your soul was too beautiful for that. So there was only one thing I could do to stop the chain reaction I had caused – I asked you to kill me.
You looked at me in shock and told me to stop talking rubbish. I took your hand, and told you to feel your pulse – there was none, the process had already begun. First you had to die and then be born again to immortal life. You still didn’t understand, or at least you didn’t want to believe. I looked deep into your eyes and took control over your mind and explained everything. I showed you the dark reality that was ahead of you from now on and you started to block me out. So I told you once again that you just have to kill me and it all will be over – by killing me you would stop the process I started in you and you would rid me of the pain I had been feeling for too long. You would wake up and keep walking in the sun and soon forget all this like a bad dream. I pleaded you to hurry up, the dawn was approaching and you were dying quickly – soon you’d come to a point of no return. You kissed me and took your sword. Your hand was steady and you looked me straight in the eyes, I tried to do my best to erase all memories from your mind. I saw your face became motionless and I knew I had succeeded – you didn’t remember me, you just did what you were trained to do. You aimed your sword at my heart and stroke. I felt a sudden pain and then my body caught fire and I ceased to exist… I was free.
One night when you were out on your own our paths crossed in the narrow streets of the old town; I usually walk in the shadows and move fast as a lightning but at that time I wasn’t hungry so I enjoyed the warm air and wandered around with no apparent destination. I had been walking behind you for some time before you noticed me. You turned around and looked at me, calculating if you had time to attack; I stood quietly and made no attempt to hurt you so you relaxed and took a step towards me. I told that I didn’t want to harm you and if you wanted you could join me for a walk. After all, if we didn’t feel like fighting we could take a break; the night was short so why not enjoy it while we had the chance. You thought about it, it was understandable – you had been trained to kill us. But then you reached a decision and said that you would be very happy to walk with me. So we did.
We talked a lot that night and we met again and again. You had to keep it a secret from the rest and I had to remember to feed before I met you – I knew I wasn’t that strong to stay away from your blood if I was hungry. We talked about the future and whether this feud would end some day. And then one night things took the natural course – you kissed me. I thanked god I had been feeding earlier because the smell of your skin and the warmth of your body drove me crazy. I would have wanted to get you, to have you completely for me and never let go. But I gained control over myself and kissed you back. I felt the softness of your lips and tasted your breath. I wrapped my arms around you and you did the same to me. Knowing that it was dangerous just added the excitement. You took off my clothes and I took yours. I lay down and you pushed deep inside me; I had my nails in your shoulders, my head was tilted back and my legs wrapped around your hips to get you closer to me. You pushed hard and fast and I kept asking for more – I knew the night was ending soon. It was as if you were slaying me, the only difference being that instead a stake to my heart we did it in our own way.Then the moon came out, it was full. And as it started to shine on us I felt something more powerful than just a sexual peak building in me. I felt like I could control myself no more, I knew my teeth were growing and I started to sense your heartbeat as if it was my own. I felt hunger, the worst hunger I had felt in my whole life… I wanted to get my teeth into your soft flesh and suck until I had everything. I fought this feeling hard, I tried to concentrate on the pleasure I was feeling and I tightened my muscles to make you come quicker. Finally you did... Your body was shivering and you rested on me biting my ear gently. I kissed you and stroke your face, I knew this was the last time I saw you.
I knew I had given you something that you didn’t need… I had turned you into my kind. Usually it was done by getting bitten by a vampire but I was that old and powerful already that I could turn you by making love to you during the full moon. And now I had to end it, I didn’t want you to have the kind of life I had – centuries of loneliness because this is what immortality is about; your friends die before you, your loved ones become old and die also or they get tired of living only at nights and they leave you. I had seen too much already; I had seen wars and diseases, I had seen mankind slowly destroying itself with the way they lived – poisoning the water and the air, using their knowledge and wisdom to create weapons and hurting each other. Everything was based on money and everybody could be bought and sold. I was tired of that, I wanted out of this vicious circle. And I definitely didn’t want you to have a life like mine. Your soul was too beautiful for that. So there was only one thing I could do to stop the chain reaction I had caused – I asked you to kill me.
You looked at me in shock and told me to stop talking rubbish. I took your hand, and told you to feel your pulse – there was none, the process had already begun. First you had to die and then be born again to immortal life. You still didn’t understand, or at least you didn’t want to believe. I looked deep into your eyes and took control over your mind and explained everything. I showed you the dark reality that was ahead of you from now on and you started to block me out. So I told you once again that you just have to kill me and it all will be over – by killing me you would stop the process I started in you and you would rid me of the pain I had been feeling for too long. You would wake up and keep walking in the sun and soon forget all this like a bad dream. I pleaded you to hurry up, the dawn was approaching and you were dying quickly – soon you’d come to a point of no return. You kissed me and took your sword. Your hand was steady and you looked me straight in the eyes, I tried to do my best to erase all memories from your mind. I saw your face became motionless and I knew I had succeeded – you didn’t remember me, you just did what you were trained to do. You aimed your sword at my heart and stroke. I felt a sudden pain and then my body caught fire and I ceased to exist… I was free.
Monday, November 5, 2007
The Duel
It was going to be another boring day in the library so I decided to prepare decently – loaded my tray with fruit and took a bottle of my great-grandmothers energy elixir from the cellar hoping this will keep me from falling to sleep.
Looked at the pile of old dusty books on my desk and unscrewed the bottle… fighting demons is fun and all but studying them sure isn’t even remotely exciting. So I thought I’d start with a warm-up and dragged out the most worn one of them – the ancient grimoire all my ancestors had used and that listed all the known demons and warlocks and such. Had some nice pictures too. I leafed through it stopping here and there to refresh my memory until I suddenly came across a paragraph I had never seen before. The pages looked as old as the rest of the book but I could swear I had never read that part. Well…whatever, I thought, after all it is a magic library so anything can happen and grateful for some new information I began to read. It was about a once powerful mage who had made the deal with the devil to extend his skills and when the time came to pay his debt he wasn’t going to and he vanished. It’s not easy to escape the devil himself so that must give some idea of the powers this man had…
All of a sudden I felt someone watching me, or more like someone else was present in my room. I turned around and there he was – black coat with the blood red lining floating around him though there was no wind, holding his arms folded on his chest casually like having chitchat over the coffee table. His slender body was almost fully covered with something that looked like leather but had a crystal glow on it as if it was made of metal, his boots had a lot of straps and buckles and I was wondering why does one need something that massive just to walk (later on I got my explanation though); his nails were short and well cared for except his right index finger which bore a steel claw around it fitting so closely to his skin that when he moved the finger the metal followed precisely the same way as if it was part of his body. He looked at me and the corner of his mouth moved a bit like he was going to smile but reconsidered. His eyes were the darkest color I had seen and looking into them I thought I saw a tiny fire in both of them but I dropped that thought as impossible. He unfolded his arms and took a step towards me.
When he started to speak I was completely paralyzed for his voice was like a drug spreading in my veins carrying its poison to my heart. It was smooth and subtle and he spoke very quietly but I could almost feel it not so much hear… every word was like a chant, like a part from a spell gradually forming its net around you and suffocating all your senses. And all the time I had the feeling he was mocking me – trying to get me lose my guard, give him something to tie me up with. He said if I want to study real demons I should drop the books full of fairytales and children’s bedtime stories and come with him and he’d show me. I hesitated. But I was tempted.
He snapped his fingers and the room disappeared. We were standing in the middle of endless field of snow and wherever I looked there was just the white curtain of snowflakes dancing to their own rhythm. I was cold and my feet were turning numb. I wanted to ask him where we were going but before I could open my mouth he snapped his fingers again. Nothing seemed to change but I felt the ground moving under my feet and I thought I heard a distant sound I couldn’t yet identify. Then the next moment the sky was covered with huge wings and the air turned warmer as the dragon floated towards us. It was a white dragon, the kind I had only heard about but most people considered a legend more than reality. The mage waved me to follow him as the beast had landed and was folding his wings neatly to his sides. Now I understood why he had boots like that – with my thin footwear all the scales and pikes on the dragon’s skin hurt my feet and if by accident it should move one of his enormous claws he’d rip my shoe apart and probably my leg as well. We sat down and the mage wrapped his coat around me saying it’s going to be chilly up in the air. He couldn’t be more right. My lips were turning blue, my eyelashes started to stick to each other and my throat was hurting from the freezing air I breathed. But I was completely unaware of that as the sight opening before my eyes was astonishing…
He snapped his fingers. The dragon vanished and we were in a cave with frozen walls and sharp pieces of ice hanging from the ceiling ready to slash you up like the best filet knife in the royal kitchen. He whispered a spell and the cave seemed to open and looked more like an arena now. He waved his hand and a flame appeared from nowhere and in the blink of an eye had drawn a circle around us – I didn’t even want to think what might happen if I try to cross it. He gave me that mocking look again and waved his hand once more. The clothes I had worn disappeared and were replaced by a robe from the same kind of fabric he was wearing, it felt funny on my skin but it fitted flawlessly. He tossed a small wand to my feet and I picked it up feeling the smooth surface and sliding my finger over the engraved runes in some language I did not know. Then with the look of obvious superiority he pushed his coat off his shoulders and extended his hand with his palm facing upwards as if offering me something. “Madam,” he said looking at me with that same smile I’d seen once before, “work your magic.”
I was petrified, all the spells I had learned rushed through my mind – I didn’t know what he wanted from me but I knew I had to do something to wipe that smile off his face. I knew I was no competition for him so I had nothing to lose. I whispered a short prayer to boost my strength and extended the wand in his direction. Pretty much all the incantations I knew were completely useless…they didn’t even reach him most cases. He just stood there and smiled. I felt the rage growing in me so I started to cast with all my skill, throwing daggers of ice towards him, sending off blasts of wind and shooting lightnings. Nothing. I was shaking all over, I felt drained and my focus started to drift away. I had to sit down, my feet were like made of wax. He stepped towards me and I heard the heels of his boots clanking against the ice floor of the cave. He made a circle around me but I was way too exhausted to even raise my head when he was passing behind my back. He stopped in front of me and bent down so his face was only few inches from mine. I began to move backwards as I couldn’t take his look, his eyes were burning into mine so eventually I was lying on my back and he stood beside me with his coat wrapped around him again. “Next time you have to do better than that,” was all he said. Then he turned and walked away and with each step he took the circle of flame died down so when he reached the rim of it there was nothing left. He was out of the cave when he stopped and bent forward to tighten his boots and his coat slipped down from his left shoulder. Right below the tip of the bone there was a tiny black rose tattooed to his skin.
He followed my glance, smiled again and snapped his fingers. I started to fall though technically I could not fall as I was lying on the ground, but the cave around me began to spin and I closed my eyes.
Looked at the pile of old dusty books on my desk and unscrewed the bottle… fighting demons is fun and all but studying them sure isn’t even remotely exciting. So I thought I’d start with a warm-up and dragged out the most worn one of them – the ancient grimoire all my ancestors had used and that listed all the known demons and warlocks and such. Had some nice pictures too. I leafed through it stopping here and there to refresh my memory until I suddenly came across a paragraph I had never seen before. The pages looked as old as the rest of the book but I could swear I had never read that part. Well…whatever, I thought, after all it is a magic library so anything can happen and grateful for some new information I began to read. It was about a once powerful mage who had made the deal with the devil to extend his skills and when the time came to pay his debt he wasn’t going to and he vanished. It’s not easy to escape the devil himself so that must give some idea of the powers this man had…
All of a sudden I felt someone watching me, or more like someone else was present in my room. I turned around and there he was – black coat with the blood red lining floating around him though there was no wind, holding his arms folded on his chest casually like having chitchat over the coffee table. His slender body was almost fully covered with something that looked like leather but had a crystal glow on it as if it was made of metal, his boots had a lot of straps and buckles and I was wondering why does one need something that massive just to walk (later on I got my explanation though); his nails were short and well cared for except his right index finger which bore a steel claw around it fitting so closely to his skin that when he moved the finger the metal followed precisely the same way as if it was part of his body. He looked at me and the corner of his mouth moved a bit like he was going to smile but reconsidered. His eyes were the darkest color I had seen and looking into them I thought I saw a tiny fire in both of them but I dropped that thought as impossible. He unfolded his arms and took a step towards me.
When he started to speak I was completely paralyzed for his voice was like a drug spreading in my veins carrying its poison to my heart. It was smooth and subtle and he spoke very quietly but I could almost feel it not so much hear… every word was like a chant, like a part from a spell gradually forming its net around you and suffocating all your senses. And all the time I had the feeling he was mocking me – trying to get me lose my guard, give him something to tie me up with. He said if I want to study real demons I should drop the books full of fairytales and children’s bedtime stories and come with him and he’d show me. I hesitated. But I was tempted.
He snapped his fingers and the room disappeared. We were standing in the middle of endless field of snow and wherever I looked there was just the white curtain of snowflakes dancing to their own rhythm. I was cold and my feet were turning numb. I wanted to ask him where we were going but before I could open my mouth he snapped his fingers again. Nothing seemed to change but I felt the ground moving under my feet and I thought I heard a distant sound I couldn’t yet identify. Then the next moment the sky was covered with huge wings and the air turned warmer as the dragon floated towards us. It was a white dragon, the kind I had only heard about but most people considered a legend more than reality. The mage waved me to follow him as the beast had landed and was folding his wings neatly to his sides. Now I understood why he had boots like that – with my thin footwear all the scales and pikes on the dragon’s skin hurt my feet and if by accident it should move one of his enormous claws he’d rip my shoe apart and probably my leg as well. We sat down and the mage wrapped his coat around me saying it’s going to be chilly up in the air. He couldn’t be more right. My lips were turning blue, my eyelashes started to stick to each other and my throat was hurting from the freezing air I breathed. But I was completely unaware of that as the sight opening before my eyes was astonishing…
He snapped his fingers. The dragon vanished and we were in a cave with frozen walls and sharp pieces of ice hanging from the ceiling ready to slash you up like the best filet knife in the royal kitchen. He whispered a spell and the cave seemed to open and looked more like an arena now. He waved his hand and a flame appeared from nowhere and in the blink of an eye had drawn a circle around us – I didn’t even want to think what might happen if I try to cross it. He gave me that mocking look again and waved his hand once more. The clothes I had worn disappeared and were replaced by a robe from the same kind of fabric he was wearing, it felt funny on my skin but it fitted flawlessly. He tossed a small wand to my feet and I picked it up feeling the smooth surface and sliding my finger over the engraved runes in some language I did not know. Then with the look of obvious superiority he pushed his coat off his shoulders and extended his hand with his palm facing upwards as if offering me something. “Madam,” he said looking at me with that same smile I’d seen once before, “work your magic.”
I was petrified, all the spells I had learned rushed through my mind – I didn’t know what he wanted from me but I knew I had to do something to wipe that smile off his face. I knew I was no competition for him so I had nothing to lose. I whispered a short prayer to boost my strength and extended the wand in his direction. Pretty much all the incantations I knew were completely useless…they didn’t even reach him most cases. He just stood there and smiled. I felt the rage growing in me so I started to cast with all my skill, throwing daggers of ice towards him, sending off blasts of wind and shooting lightnings. Nothing. I was shaking all over, I felt drained and my focus started to drift away. I had to sit down, my feet were like made of wax. He stepped towards me and I heard the heels of his boots clanking against the ice floor of the cave. He made a circle around me but I was way too exhausted to even raise my head when he was passing behind my back. He stopped in front of me and bent down so his face was only few inches from mine. I began to move backwards as I couldn’t take his look, his eyes were burning into mine so eventually I was lying on my back and he stood beside me with his coat wrapped around him again. “Next time you have to do better than that,” was all he said. Then he turned and walked away and with each step he took the circle of flame died down so when he reached the rim of it there was nothing left. He was out of the cave when he stopped and bent forward to tighten his boots and his coat slipped down from his left shoulder. Right below the tip of the bone there was a tiny black rose tattooed to his skin.
He followed my glance, smiled again and snapped his fingers. I started to fall though technically I could not fall as I was lying on the ground, but the cave around me began to spin and I closed my eyes.
Monday, July 16, 2007
S-grade
Yes, it's finally here - I am 76! Took me a while to reach there, but the sweeter it feels now.
Very soon the quest is done and I will have my little blue tag, from now on it's Saint Irijs :)
All this grinding has once more shown me this very important feature of this game - you have to have friends to achieve something. And I'm happy to say I have been blessed with a bunch of them. After being pretty much on my own for a while it feels so great to hear someone say in clan chat that we are going to that certain spot because I need my level or having people put up with lousy XP just for a quest - thank you guys, I owe you big time. I think I can safely say that I have found myself a home again - a clan of really nice people, decent leveling and sufficient amount of PvP (and yes I know I suck at it - trying to work on that one). Lot of funny talking going on in Vent and chat, strong support for each other and a common goal. I wasn't fully sure about joining for a while, have been in small and peaceful ones lately and was afraid of the change - but fortunately I have friends who won't let me be a loner and bugged me long enough to make me decide. Love you for that. Forgive me for being a carebear sometimes, and I know it's hard to put up with me when the bitch hits the fan - but regardless of what I say and do (or leave undone) I care for you a lot and I wanna do my best to help us grow and get stronger. We rule :)
Friday, May 4, 2007
Virtual Reality
Some of my non-gamer friend once defined online RPGs as "dating portals with an advanced interface" and sometimes I think he was not so wrong after all. Fantasy world communities do have all the qualities of a real world meeting (/mating) place just without the final possibility of physical contact (unless you take the relationship out of game of course) which tends to make it way more relaxed and the ties much more loose. Committing yourself to someone in real world means a lot of other things to follow but in a game it can be just role-play and therefore no strings attached. Virtual friends can be unplugged when you get tired of them or they don't behave like you want them to; when you feel that you need some company you can just log on and there's always someone to talk to.
It's like in childhood - most of us had imaginary friends back then - when all the world was against us they came to offer a shoulder to cry on. They were always ready for an adventure and never refused their help. And they were only ours, no one else had the right to know them. The only difference is that modern imaginary friends are in fact real people - yes they can pretend to be someone else but we choose them by the qualities we like in them and if the role they act out matches ours we don't care that it's all just a fairy tale or even a big fat lie. But real people have real lives too somewhere and that always has an influence on their virtual lives (or it should have at least not the other way) - so we don't really know where and how they spend the time they are offline. And once we have accepted them as our friends we tend to think they belong to us. Or that they exist because we want them to.
So from one hand a virtual relationship needs much more contribution than a real life one - in real you can just give a call to a friend to say that you care, get together for a drink or just be there with each other doing nothing. Fantasy friends cannot have that - when you have logged off you are gone. And they never know if you will return. But then again they can start consuming more of your time than real people - since you met in that game world you must have at least one thing in common and usually you have more. So it can become a more rewarding relationship than the ones you have in real - sharing same interests and having fun together gets people very close. Besides, when you feel bad you stay out so they hardly ever see your down sides. Because of the anonymity of the web they can be much more open in talking about personal things so the connection that you have can be a lot stronger and make you feel that you have known this person for a long time. And sometimes it's better to keep it that way and not try to bring it out to the real world.
Unfortunately that is something that I cannot handle yet - if I get close to someone in a virtual world I want to meet the real person behind the screen, either to gain a friend or to see that we don't have anything in common. But I have to know.
Speaking of feelings in cyberspace - that's tricky. It's so easy to fall in love with an image, a projection of all the qualities you like in a person. And acting out romance is fun and in a healthy role-play it only adds to the joy of it; just as long as it pleases both sides. Starting to demand commitment and vows of loyalty might get things moving in a wrong direction. Regardless of all it's still a game and putting real things at stake for it is not right I think. We have to draw a line somehwhere and if we can't then let others do it for us and get a reality check as to what is important and where the priorities lie.
I guess I have been lucky, of course I have got my fingers burned a couple of times and made a bad desicion but in general it has been a great time for me so far and I sure hope it goes on like this. I have met amazing people and made some real good friends, connections that have moved outside game and have a life of their own now. Had my share of being a drama queen - even that can be refreshing if you don't do it in real world :)
So I will continue my adventures and hopefully find a lot more to discover...
It's like in childhood - most of us had imaginary friends back then - when all the world was against us they came to offer a shoulder to cry on. They were always ready for an adventure and never refused their help. And they were only ours, no one else had the right to know them. The only difference is that modern imaginary friends are in fact real people - yes they can pretend to be someone else but we choose them by the qualities we like in them and if the role they act out matches ours we don't care that it's all just a fairy tale or even a big fat lie. But real people have real lives too somewhere and that always has an influence on their virtual lives (or it should have at least not the other way) - so we don't really know where and how they spend the time they are offline. And once we have accepted them as our friends we tend to think they belong to us. Or that they exist because we want them to.
So from one hand a virtual relationship needs much more contribution than a real life one - in real you can just give a call to a friend to say that you care, get together for a drink or just be there with each other doing nothing. Fantasy friends cannot have that - when you have logged off you are gone. And they never know if you will return. But then again they can start consuming more of your time than real people - since you met in that game world you must have at least one thing in common and usually you have more. So it can become a more rewarding relationship than the ones you have in real - sharing same interests and having fun together gets people very close. Besides, when you feel bad you stay out so they hardly ever see your down sides. Because of the anonymity of the web they can be much more open in talking about personal things so the connection that you have can be a lot stronger and make you feel that you have known this person for a long time. And sometimes it's better to keep it that way and not try to bring it out to the real world.
Unfortunately that is something that I cannot handle yet - if I get close to someone in a virtual world I want to meet the real person behind the screen, either to gain a friend or to see that we don't have anything in common. But I have to know.
Speaking of feelings in cyberspace - that's tricky. It's so easy to fall in love with an image, a projection of all the qualities you like in a person. And acting out romance is fun and in a healthy role-play it only adds to the joy of it; just as long as it pleases both sides. Starting to demand commitment and vows of loyalty might get things moving in a wrong direction. Regardless of all it's still a game and putting real things at stake for it is not right I think. We have to draw a line somehwhere and if we can't then let others do it for us and get a reality check as to what is important and where the priorities lie.
I guess I have been lucky, of course I have got my fingers burned a couple of times and made a bad desicion but in general it has been a great time for me so far and I sure hope it goes on like this. I have met amazing people and made some real good friends, connections that have moved outside game and have a life of their own now. Had my share of being a drama queen - even that can be refreshing if you don't do it in real world :)
So I will continue my adventures and hopefully find a lot more to discover...
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Kinderstube of Democracy
Unfortunately had to leave Aden behind for a while... Real life kicked in, and not exactly in a way you would want to... Considering that I'm from a country with relatively young democracy (I'd stay it has learned to read and write if we compare it with the stages in human life), I think I can be a bit derailed in the light of last days' events. And I guess even in places with history in freedom of speech and all that it is kind of discouraging to see your home town vandalized by people so young they hardly ever can have a political opinion.
Makes you think of the power of mass psychosis again - and the similarity of humans (var. Sapiens...) to a pack of hyenas. Nothing to do with showing your protest when you break shop windows and drag out designer jeans - trying to make a stand against Armani?!
The other thing that comes to mind next morning - time heals all. Only couple of hours ago the place was a living hell of burning fires, rocks flying in the air, shouting in different languages and the concentration of anger so high you could feel the adrenaline running and have to fight the urge to get down on all fours and howl with the wolves. With the sunrise everything has changed - shattered glass has been removed, streets have been washed and bodies counted; traffic is taking its usual routine and kids worry about final exams and boyfriends. Tourists have coffee in old town cafeterias, not even noticing the missing windows of a nearby liquor store, of course they won't since things like that are daily stuff in their countries - so what's all the fuss about... And well, life does go on. Just never again will we watch CNN with the same indifferency as before, thinking "the spoiled brats who have nothing to do so they start a riot". We have crossed the news margin and stepped to the big boys' playground.
Time to bury those petty feuds and unite against a common enemy and I don't mean to retaliate in the same manner but everyone just stop and think for a moment where the priorities are and how fragile the balance is. This also should once again prove the vital importance of being informed and educated - knowing that every cause has its effect and everything you do has its impact on a lot of others would maybe prevent from outright stupidity. Like the PM said - not a wise desicion to start your adult life with a 5-year prison sentence.
And as lame as it may sound - tell me who your friends are and I tell who you are. In that age we get far more influence for our role models among ourselves, not unfortunately the ones posed by society - olympic champions, successful enterpreneurs, Medecins Sans Frontieres... Assuming ratemydick.com gets more clicks than bbc.co.uk/history - and that is nothing suprising, just sometimes maybe we ought to sit down and reassess our goals.
Idle hands are Devil's tools, just don't forget that.
Makes you think of the power of mass psychosis again - and the similarity of humans (var. Sapiens...) to a pack of hyenas. Nothing to do with showing your protest when you break shop windows and drag out designer jeans - trying to make a stand against Armani?!
The other thing that comes to mind next morning - time heals all. Only couple of hours ago the place was a living hell of burning fires, rocks flying in the air, shouting in different languages and the concentration of anger so high you could feel the adrenaline running and have to fight the urge to get down on all fours and howl with the wolves. With the sunrise everything has changed - shattered glass has been removed, streets have been washed and bodies counted; traffic is taking its usual routine and kids worry about final exams and boyfriends. Tourists have coffee in old town cafeterias, not even noticing the missing windows of a nearby liquor store, of course they won't since things like that are daily stuff in their countries - so what's all the fuss about... And well, life does go on. Just never again will we watch CNN with the same indifferency as before, thinking "the spoiled brats who have nothing to do so they start a riot". We have crossed the news margin and stepped to the big boys' playground.
Time to bury those petty feuds and unite against a common enemy and I don't mean to retaliate in the same manner but everyone just stop and think for a moment where the priorities are and how fragile the balance is. This also should once again prove the vital importance of being informed and educated - knowing that every cause has its effect and everything you do has its impact on a lot of others would maybe prevent from outright stupidity. Like the PM said - not a wise desicion to start your adult life with a 5-year prison sentence.
And as lame as it may sound - tell me who your friends are and I tell who you are. In that age we get far more influence for our role models among ourselves, not unfortunately the ones posed by society - olympic champions, successful enterpreneurs, Medecins Sans Frontieres... Assuming ratemydick.com gets more clicks than bbc.co.uk/history - and that is nothing suprising, just sometimes maybe we ought to sit down and reassess our goals.
Idle hands are Devil's tools, just don't forget that.
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