Post by Maelthras on Aug 3, 2022 23:07:39 GMT -8
Journals
20-2-25
Worlds come and go, deities the divine, the unholy, the "powerful" as well. Realms however? Universes? That was a bit more of an event. As the worlds fell apart that once held The Bloodtide, a tattered form just barely felt life once again. Deep red scales tarnished by ceins of black shifted in the nothing. Worlds dying, in silence power and life leaving Creation moving towards a set of beings in the distance. Evergreen eyes opened as flakes of their once royal purple robes fell away. A right hand gone, reached out to this sense of life and power. Light left his left eye as part of an already disfigured face melted away. Defiance in the end, futile as it may be. Lips moved, yet no sound came. There was no air to breath, yet his lungs worked? Pain wracked the torn body, his will reaching out in strained desire for life... A heartbeat reverberated through the nothing. One...two...three... Each beat picking up pace as stars and suns were snuffed out. That defiance became sound, from the heart beat...to a scream of anguish. Finally his left hand reached out, index and ring finger just bones dangling from disintegrating tendon. The souls of worlds passed through this spec of a figure, their path into Oblivion complete and now passing on to the creation of something breathtaking in beauty...and mind breaking terrifying.
"I AM NOT DONE YET!" Finally words, memories even! Thousands of souls in the trillions flooding by were caught. This moment fleeting in life granted in this realm of nothing...this Oblivion surrounding Creation it's self. He needed to act fast, power enough for one spell and to keep him alive just long enough for it to function! That was it...the only name he could remember. The only escape he had before...and so true now. A gate opened, pulling him through with what was left of his body in time with a cry out of the name. "SHIRLEY GRIMBOROUGH!"
Where she was, how close it deposited the male from her...how dangerous the area or situation mattered little. Shirley felt someone she had not in a long while returned. Grigori Iroe back from the dead, or worse? No sensation of that metal once overtaking his form and mind. Should she see him, be near at the very least to view more than sense, his tattered humanoid body looked half destroyed. His left leg was gone from the knee down. Part of his stomach exposed as though a piece of him was bitten out. His right hand was still missing, his left no longer had the ring or index fingers. His back had spine exposed between his shoulder blades, bone fragmented low but not enough to disable the dragon. His tail had chunks missing, gouged out and exposing muscle. Finally his face. It was like looking at a burn victim. His left half of his face was missing, burned away or molten down to it's bone. His right however was somehow perfect. He was...concious? Blood flowed from every wound. But he was Vibrant with power! How?
He reached out, in the direction of the woman. Physically present or not...he felt her, sensed her. His left hand clawed at the ground for purchase, left arm nubbing to crawl but had no strength to di so. Bones snapped audibly as meatless fingers cracked under the force of the motion. Winced pain crossing his features at last as if realizing his reality of suffering once again.-
As the end came Shirley had been once more casted out from the now dying populous, She sat in the ever expanding oblivion that started to consume everything and everyone. She felt something finally as the end drew nearer, Cold...lonely...sadness...everything she had thought that she rid herself of millennia ago. Wing's of pure black sprouted from her shoulder blades and spread, Those feather's as soft as her skin slowly started to shred into nothing but strands of dna only to be consumed there after. Tears started to well and slip down her doll like cheek's, Sadness...lonesomeness...these are the two feelings she felt as the end finally arrived. Sure she would be able to withstand what was to come, Though she knew that there was going to be a new beginning. One where she would have to start over a new, Something she didn't want to do. In her old world Shirley had power and reputation but now that this new universe was being created right before her very eye's, The very universe and world she put a bit of herself into had none of what she had before. "Gr-gr-greg---ori…" She stuttered as pain a feeling she wasn't used to feeling wracked her body, The one person she had actually fallen in love with besides Drakkonis. The one person she'd give Drakkonis up for she had called upon, Shirley was scared...like a little girl whom had seen a terrifying monster and couldn't escape it. Then came and went, As did her body but not her soul. What she had done in that world was provide a way for her to exist again, She created the hells with the aid of other's.
Waking up on the throne of hell she blinked and shook her head, Blinking and taking in every bit of detail she could. The hells...they were empty for the simple fact that none had fallen in this era or sinned, Shirley suddenly felt a presence of powerful magic and soon a gate was opened before her. It felt familiar...yet different, It
was...no it couldn't be, Then she heard him call out to her in a scream. She rushed for the gate trying to go to him but by the time she got to the gate he had already come through, Seeing the damage to her beloved she hissed. There was metal overtaking him and he looked maimed, There wasn't much she could do in the ways of healing but she could do her best to nurture and see him back to health the best she could. Using her magic the female would create a clone of him only to kill it and use it's limbs and flesh to graft onto him, This was to ensure that he survived and had most if not all his limbs and digits. Knowing it would have been a painful experience she leaned down and kissed him on a ear before whispering. "It will hurt my dear...but I will do my best to bring you from this..." Her voice was soft yet still cold, Like snow.
Once the procedure was finished the male had then been picked up and taken to her bedchambers and laid upon the silken sheet's for him to recover, Shirley undressed and laid in bed with him. Draping herself over him delicately as to not harm him, She felt the power within him and nestled into him further. Wanting what he had as well.
Pain, physical pain...that was his world even in knowing who was inflicting it to help him. The clone spell unless somehow hurried, took an ungodly amount of time to accomplish. He knew not her full extent of abilities but then again his cognative abilities were sketchy at best at this point in time. What were seconds, felt like hours with the different ranges of pain wracking through out his form.
He did not know the affect of things upon his self, his body, his soul, his essence. Things had changed, he changed yet stayed the same. His physical looks remained the same as Shirley remembered. The same cheek bone height, height, mass, wings? Those are new... Extremely new as if she blinked and suddenly from this tattered body there was a new limb, and the second.
As her attempt to graft clone flesh to his form took place, it would be seen to melt into him? No it fell apart as if touching a desintigration zone, but was absorbed into him. The parts...slowly came back. From what she grafted onto him it looked as though the clone's parts were vanishing but he was healing for it. Slow, much like what she was attempting in order to heal him. Yes there was pain. Yes he was concious for part of it and as it's taken place the one trying to help would hear and see him come out of the daze with another cry out in pain.
For the process, Grigori was healing. Regenerating at a slow, painful rate. The grafting worked in keeping him alive. Stopped life threatening bleeding and sealed his wounds. Hours, agonizing hours passed as his body struggled with what it had to use. Shirley felt more than his body struggling with this change and harm done unto him. His mortal presense felt no longer like that of a dragon. What, was a bit different. Outsider, Divinity, Fiend, chaos at work in it's fullest and it seemed to...respond as she layed with him. Where she touched, how she moved, what she wanted...
Shirley had control over how things altered with Grigori, he felt to be an Outsider still, along with what she wanted along with the progress of his regeneration. His wings became feathered, dark or light depending on celestial or fiend. If she chose to go full Outsider they became like another set of claws. Webbed, chytenous on the limbs of the wings. His soul reflected the same change...two souls? Twin souls yes that stayed the same. Grigori, and Iroe...Warlock and Sorcerer now more.
With his recovery, hours, to days...time meant little in any place beyond the material plain. His sleep was restless, conciousness held no cognative moment save for the movement of when it did regenerate...his right hand. It's clawed fingertips near stabbed into her bare side for grip. His eyes finally openeing with them both healed to look to where he grabbed...who...he grabbed. His grip eased, but did not move from her. This was her realm, she felt what she wanted to from others. Felt of Him as she so desired to be sure of his progress healing or in what ever way she so chose to monitor him. Want to, or not...she could feel with that gaze...relief. Lonliness and pain slowly pealing away to...hope. Even in Hell, her Hell....there was Hope.<E>
Shirley watched as the attempt she made to help him seem to fail, Only to then see it was indeed helping though in a very slow rate. Seeing the pain in him only brought excitement and arousal though there was a tinge of worry, It would appear old habits died hard with her and men harder than her habits. As he was healing Shirley monitored over him making sure thing's were running smoothly, Though she would guide his change very slightly in the direction she thought could be beneficial. Shirley was once part of the void and still had connections to it, The woman had decided to give him a taste of it by carving a bit of her flesh. The blood that came from her wasn't your average crimson colored blood but instead...a starry night sky filled blood, This blood was familiar to her but not to him. This blood held power over the void and a connection to a specific family line, She stopped for a moment and thought about the warnings.
After a long moment of silence...well as much silence as she was going to get with a man turning her on with his pained sounds, She decided to feed him the flesh and blood finally. The blood of a Blackheart, This woman was a carrier made from Drakkonis's blood. His blood flowed through her veins and now too will it flow through Gregori's, The female sighed and then stood up before hoisting her skirt of her dress slightly. She knew what was to come next and wanted to make sure to muffle the pained screams that were to follow, Shirley smiled and soon sat down upon his lips and made sure he couldn't speak or scream by occupying his mouth with her cunt. Even though he was in a critical state he would find that her folds were increasingly wet, Whatever he was going through she showed signs it was turning him on. The blood flowing through his veins would soon started to shred and tear apart down to the very atom before being taken over by an unknown source of life, Shirley bucked her hips and ground upon that maw of his and moaned out loud his name in pleasure. One could only imagine the pain now wracking his body, Even though she gave consent...this was still Drakkonis's blood. It was a tad bit different than a normal Blackheart's blood, This one was infused with the connection of the void. After a while she would lean back and make sure his maw was sealed tightly around her love canal as she screamed in orgasm, Giving him her juices within his mouth. Afterwards she would get up off of him and turn around to face him, Laying down upon him and nuzzling into his chest lovingly.
The change brought to him, Blood of The Void as it were given to Grigori.. Shirley knew the pain wracking his form could end most. Not to mention the strain of Blackheart now ravaging his veins. Yes he screamed, agony familiar to that decent into the nothing that was Oblivion. Though his scream and roar in pain began, they were still silenced in a muff..ulling. Their first moment of more than anything past words. Neither had shared touch nor true openly expressed desire and intent for the other. Yet here Shirley sat on Grigori's face. Facing away from him, Shirley would be taking in quite the telling sight. Aroused, painfully so to the bulge of veins..not just now hopping up from the taste of her, though the sudden jerk with clear sticky pre drooling out might hint at how that was appreciated.
Vibrant Red scales became the airy soft yet darker crimson of not blood, but that of a nebula. A plasma storm maybe even? They would have to look for decent comparisons. Those regal horns cracked, splitting away with a tinge of violet neon that became an ultra violet glow as crystalline bone replaced sections of horn. They were clear yet gave off such a ominous glow. Those wings new to his back took on her blood, his nature...and the realm that nearly claimed him. Membrane so thin it fooled naked sight into believing only formed shadow resided between crystalline digest of these limbs. Crackling plasma blue veins spread across their expanse giving body to the near invisible flesh of the wings. Still yet, his right hand fell on Shirley. Her hip and exposed ass found a slap and groping grip turned painfully hard. His claws dug into flesh to draw blood...his first mark on her.
Shirley heard those screams and his roar become an erotic moan. His hips bucking up at air with this sensation finally easing up to be...enjoyed. Her back, was painted in parts with his tortured seed. He could breath at last. Huh, he didn't need to now. How odd was that? His heart beat was there, body heat. Hell he knew the undead couldn't get off That hard... Wait... His train of thought brought attention to the body laying on his chest. He felt Shirley, yet he had never had the chance to touch her. The tavern owner who owed him a visit and supply of wine. How did he know who this was without looking?
Grigori did not know her well, not as well as he had hoped. He knew Shirley was more than human. Was beautiful and resourceful. Is beautiful and resourceful. She would feel his hand ease it's grip, and moved up to a respectable position on her upper hip and lower back.
"I must apologize. I cannot for the life of me remember where I am. Now...how this taste found my tongue. Did you feed me honey while I was out?" His head turned down, nearly bumping her head with his chin. To his horror, he would see the claw wound in her hip and ass...along with his seed being worn by her. His eyes were wide slightly in surprise and fought under control, shock. And she was naked....with him...
"What...did i...miss?"-
20-2-25
Worlds come and go, deities the divine, the unholy, the "powerful" as well. Realms however? Universes? That was a bit more of an event. As the worlds fell apart that once held The Bloodtide, a tattered form just barely felt life once again. Deep red scales tarnished by ceins of black shifted in the nothing. Worlds dying, in silence power and life leaving Creation moving towards a set of beings in the distance. Evergreen eyes opened as flakes of their once royal purple robes fell away. A right hand gone, reached out to this sense of life and power. Light left his left eye as part of an already disfigured face melted away. Defiance in the end, futile as it may be. Lips moved, yet no sound came. There was no air to breath, yet his lungs worked? Pain wracked the torn body, his will reaching out in strained desire for life... A heartbeat reverberated through the nothing. One...two...three... Each beat picking up pace as stars and suns were snuffed out. That defiance became sound, from the heart beat...to a scream of anguish. Finally his left hand reached out, index and ring finger just bones dangling from disintegrating tendon. The souls of worlds passed through this spec of a figure, their path into Oblivion complete and now passing on to the creation of something breathtaking in beauty...and mind breaking terrifying.
"I AM NOT DONE YET!" Finally words, memories even! Thousands of souls in the trillions flooding by were caught. This moment fleeting in life granted in this realm of nothing...this Oblivion surrounding Creation it's self. He needed to act fast, power enough for one spell and to keep him alive just long enough for it to function! That was it...the only name he could remember. The only escape he had before...and so true now. A gate opened, pulling him through with what was left of his body in time with a cry out of the name. "SHIRLEY GRIMBOROUGH!"
Where she was, how close it deposited the male from her...how dangerous the area or situation mattered little. Shirley felt someone she had not in a long while returned. Grigori Iroe back from the dead, or worse? No sensation of that metal once overtaking his form and mind. Should she see him, be near at the very least to view more than sense, his tattered humanoid body looked half destroyed. His left leg was gone from the knee down. Part of his stomach exposed as though a piece of him was bitten out. His right hand was still missing, his left no longer had the ring or index fingers. His back had spine exposed between his shoulder blades, bone fragmented low but not enough to disable the dragon. His tail had chunks missing, gouged out and exposing muscle. Finally his face. It was like looking at a burn victim. His left half of his face was missing, burned away or molten down to it's bone. His right however was somehow perfect. He was...concious? Blood flowed from every wound. But he was Vibrant with power! How?
He reached out, in the direction of the woman. Physically present or not...he felt her, sensed her. His left hand clawed at the ground for purchase, left arm nubbing to crawl but had no strength to di so. Bones snapped audibly as meatless fingers cracked under the force of the motion. Winced pain crossing his features at last as if realizing his reality of suffering once again.-
As the end came Shirley had been once more casted out from the now dying populous, She sat in the ever expanding oblivion that started to consume everything and everyone. She felt something finally as the end drew nearer, Cold...lonely...sadness...everything she had thought that she rid herself of millennia ago. Wing's of pure black sprouted from her shoulder blades and spread, Those feather's as soft as her skin slowly started to shred into nothing but strands of dna only to be consumed there after. Tears started to well and slip down her doll like cheek's, Sadness...lonesomeness...these are the two feelings she felt as the end finally arrived. Sure she would be able to withstand what was to come, Though she knew that there was going to be a new beginning. One where she would have to start over a new, Something she didn't want to do. In her old world Shirley had power and reputation but now that this new universe was being created right before her very eye's, The very universe and world she put a bit of herself into had none of what she had before. "Gr-gr-greg---ori…" She stuttered as pain a feeling she wasn't used to feeling wracked her body, The one person she had actually fallen in love with besides Drakkonis. The one person she'd give Drakkonis up for she had called upon, Shirley was scared...like a little girl whom had seen a terrifying monster and couldn't escape it. Then came and went, As did her body but not her soul. What she had done in that world was provide a way for her to exist again, She created the hells with the aid of other's.
Waking up on the throne of hell she blinked and shook her head, Blinking and taking in every bit of detail she could. The hells...they were empty for the simple fact that none had fallen in this era or sinned, Shirley suddenly felt a presence of powerful magic and soon a gate was opened before her. It felt familiar...yet different, It
was...no it couldn't be, Then she heard him call out to her in a scream. She rushed for the gate trying to go to him but by the time she got to the gate he had already come through, Seeing the damage to her beloved she hissed. There was metal overtaking him and he looked maimed, There wasn't much she could do in the ways of healing but she could do her best to nurture and see him back to health the best she could. Using her magic the female would create a clone of him only to kill it and use it's limbs and flesh to graft onto him, This was to ensure that he survived and had most if not all his limbs and digits. Knowing it would have been a painful experience she leaned down and kissed him on a ear before whispering. "It will hurt my dear...but I will do my best to bring you from this..." Her voice was soft yet still cold, Like snow.
Once the procedure was finished the male had then been picked up and taken to her bedchambers and laid upon the silken sheet's for him to recover, Shirley undressed and laid in bed with him. Draping herself over him delicately as to not harm him, She felt the power within him and nestled into him further. Wanting what he had as well.
Pain, physical pain...that was his world even in knowing who was inflicting it to help him. The clone spell unless somehow hurried, took an ungodly amount of time to accomplish. He knew not her full extent of abilities but then again his cognative abilities were sketchy at best at this point in time. What were seconds, felt like hours with the different ranges of pain wracking through out his form.
He did not know the affect of things upon his self, his body, his soul, his essence. Things had changed, he changed yet stayed the same. His physical looks remained the same as Shirley remembered. The same cheek bone height, height, mass, wings? Those are new... Extremely new as if she blinked and suddenly from this tattered body there was a new limb, and the second.
As her attempt to graft clone flesh to his form took place, it would be seen to melt into him? No it fell apart as if touching a desintigration zone, but was absorbed into him. The parts...slowly came back. From what she grafted onto him it looked as though the clone's parts were vanishing but he was healing for it. Slow, much like what she was attempting in order to heal him. Yes there was pain. Yes he was concious for part of it and as it's taken place the one trying to help would hear and see him come out of the daze with another cry out in pain.
For the process, Grigori was healing. Regenerating at a slow, painful rate. The grafting worked in keeping him alive. Stopped life threatening bleeding and sealed his wounds. Hours, agonizing hours passed as his body struggled with what it had to use. Shirley felt more than his body struggling with this change and harm done unto him. His mortal presense felt no longer like that of a dragon. What, was a bit different. Outsider, Divinity, Fiend, chaos at work in it's fullest and it seemed to...respond as she layed with him. Where she touched, how she moved, what she wanted...
Shirley had control over how things altered with Grigori, he felt to be an Outsider still, along with what she wanted along with the progress of his regeneration. His wings became feathered, dark or light depending on celestial or fiend. If she chose to go full Outsider they became like another set of claws. Webbed, chytenous on the limbs of the wings. His soul reflected the same change...two souls? Twin souls yes that stayed the same. Grigori, and Iroe...Warlock and Sorcerer now more.
With his recovery, hours, to days...time meant little in any place beyond the material plain. His sleep was restless, conciousness held no cognative moment save for the movement of when it did regenerate...his right hand. It's clawed fingertips near stabbed into her bare side for grip. His eyes finally openeing with them both healed to look to where he grabbed...who...he grabbed. His grip eased, but did not move from her. This was her realm, she felt what she wanted to from others. Felt of Him as she so desired to be sure of his progress healing or in what ever way she so chose to monitor him. Want to, or not...she could feel with that gaze...relief. Lonliness and pain slowly pealing away to...hope. Even in Hell, her Hell....there was Hope.<E>
Shirley watched as the attempt she made to help him seem to fail, Only to then see it was indeed helping though in a very slow rate. Seeing the pain in him only brought excitement and arousal though there was a tinge of worry, It would appear old habits died hard with her and men harder than her habits. As he was healing Shirley monitored over him making sure thing's were running smoothly, Though she would guide his change very slightly in the direction she thought could be beneficial. Shirley was once part of the void and still had connections to it, The woman had decided to give him a taste of it by carving a bit of her flesh. The blood that came from her wasn't your average crimson colored blood but instead...a starry night sky filled blood, This blood was familiar to her but not to him. This blood held power over the void and a connection to a specific family line, She stopped for a moment and thought about the warnings.
After a long moment of silence...well as much silence as she was going to get with a man turning her on with his pained sounds, She decided to feed him the flesh and blood finally. The blood of a Blackheart, This woman was a carrier made from Drakkonis's blood. His blood flowed through her veins and now too will it flow through Gregori's, The female sighed and then stood up before hoisting her skirt of her dress slightly. She knew what was to come next and wanted to make sure to muffle the pained screams that were to follow, Shirley smiled and soon sat down upon his lips and made sure he couldn't speak or scream by occupying his mouth with her cunt. Even though he was in a critical state he would find that her folds were increasingly wet, Whatever he was going through she showed signs it was turning him on. The blood flowing through his veins would soon started to shred and tear apart down to the very atom before being taken over by an unknown source of life, Shirley bucked her hips and ground upon that maw of his and moaned out loud his name in pleasure. One could only imagine the pain now wracking his body, Even though she gave consent...this was still Drakkonis's blood. It was a tad bit different than a normal Blackheart's blood, This one was infused with the connection of the void. After a while she would lean back and make sure his maw was sealed tightly around her love canal as she screamed in orgasm, Giving him her juices within his mouth. Afterwards she would get up off of him and turn around to face him, Laying down upon him and nuzzling into his chest lovingly.
The change brought to him, Blood of The Void as it were given to Grigori.. Shirley knew the pain wracking his form could end most. Not to mention the strain of Blackheart now ravaging his veins. Yes he screamed, agony familiar to that decent into the nothing that was Oblivion. Though his scream and roar in pain began, they were still silenced in a muff..ulling. Their first moment of more than anything past words. Neither had shared touch nor true openly expressed desire and intent for the other. Yet here Shirley sat on Grigori's face. Facing away from him, Shirley would be taking in quite the telling sight. Aroused, painfully so to the bulge of veins..not just now hopping up from the taste of her, though the sudden jerk with clear sticky pre drooling out might hint at how that was appreciated.
Vibrant Red scales became the airy soft yet darker crimson of not blood, but that of a nebula. A plasma storm maybe even? They would have to look for decent comparisons. Those regal horns cracked, splitting away with a tinge of violet neon that became an ultra violet glow as crystalline bone replaced sections of horn. They were clear yet gave off such a ominous glow. Those wings new to his back took on her blood, his nature...and the realm that nearly claimed him. Membrane so thin it fooled naked sight into believing only formed shadow resided between crystalline digest of these limbs. Crackling plasma blue veins spread across their expanse giving body to the near invisible flesh of the wings. Still yet, his right hand fell on Shirley. Her hip and exposed ass found a slap and groping grip turned painfully hard. His claws dug into flesh to draw blood...his first mark on her.
Shirley heard those screams and his roar become an erotic moan. His hips bucking up at air with this sensation finally easing up to be...enjoyed. Her back, was painted in parts with his tortured seed. He could breath at last. Huh, he didn't need to now. How odd was that? His heart beat was there, body heat. Hell he knew the undead couldn't get off That hard... Wait... His train of thought brought attention to the body laying on his chest. He felt Shirley, yet he had never had the chance to touch her. The tavern owner who owed him a visit and supply of wine. How did he know who this was without looking?
Grigori did not know her well, not as well as he had hoped. He knew Shirley was more than human. Was beautiful and resourceful. Is beautiful and resourceful. She would feel his hand ease it's grip, and moved up to a respectable position on her upper hip and lower back.
"I must apologize. I cannot for the life of me remember where I am. Now...how this taste found my tongue. Did you feed me honey while I was out?" His head turned down, nearly bumping her head with his chin. To his horror, he would see the claw wound in her hip and ass...along with his seed being worn by her. His eyes were wide slightly in surprise and fought under control, shock. And she was naked....with him...
"What...did i...miss?"-
