"Suffering should be creative, should give birth to something good and lovely." A small tent lied in the forested area of Adecus Forest. Massive evergreens eclipsed most moonlight escaping through the trees as only the flickering flame of a camp site could be seen. Within the small enclosed area, a woman who looked disturbed and ragged of breath was on her knees, hands shaking into the air and a most vile of tongue spat words of unknown origin. Her body beaded with sweat, eyes over turned to violet glowing pupils. The stars seemed to flicker over head as she spoke such ominous words. It was a chant, a curse? A hex? Something deeper than that of the darkness around her. She was only in her dark linens, outlined by the curvy nature of her body. Nearly naked to the world around her, Vivian brought her hands down towards the ground as her chanting continued. The fire behind seemed to shriek from her words as it licked the air like a dancing flame. Smoke emitted from the campsite, something mysterious as the fog crept in. Vivian was expanding her knowledge of magic through voodoo, most importantly her will to understand Malefimancy. Her Mentor was a woman who was indeed more knowledgeable to the Mastery, but she had her Necromancy, and Vivian wanted to give her own signature flair to the powers within. IN the grass she was sprawled out, using her body as a catalyst to call upon such darkness. She would simply weave and move her long, slender legs inappropriately moving her body in suggestive manners. Her long purple hair would come undone from her shoulder as it would flick wildly into the wind as she shook her head side to side. Moving her hands up and down her body as if to call upon a more carnal and darker energy. She growled hotly under the dead of the moonlight, only darkness and flickering flame could be seen through with her small silhouette. The words seemed to curse the world around her, trees seemingly to bend to her will almost as if wilting from a rot hex, the fire staggering to stay lit as the words came pouring from her mouth. Such a successive and powerful disease seemed to escape her hot lips and her forked tongue. She had to go deeper, deeper into this darkness, deeper into the cataclysm of unknown. She desired a freedom to break free of the vanilla ideologies of others. Poison, gas, stench...the most mundane. Vivian breathed hot into air, her body whipping back and forth as she brought her fingers down to the apex of her thighs as if triggering something within her body. Closed eyes fell down towards the ground, she would sink into the grass her sensitive body feeling the blades crawl around her skin as she spoke in whispers to no ends of the darkness around her. Whispering those words brought the worms of the earth to crawl and surface. She sank her nails into the crust of Terra, the rich moisture of dirt in her hands as she covered her leg with the coolness causing her body to become dirty. Her robed flipped open briefly from the passing of spine chilling wind, her round breasts highlighted by the movement of her body as she brought a finger forward and bit down on it drawing blood. On her knees she would sink low to the ground whispering into the earth like some mad woman driven by some ungodly plan. The blood from her finger dripped onto broken blades of grass and the dirt around her, seemingly to swallow the color green with red. She laughed little by little, until something, someone was watching or listening in. Birds? Owls? The forest animals had been cleared out by her chanting, no, this was Human or other. Perhaps someone who caught whiff of her own natural odor of darkness. The woman purged the energy within herself, the blast was the equal of a small torrent of explosion from the center of her body, she relieved herself in that climax and shuddered as her eyes gave way back to the azure warmth. Her lips turned into a smile as she turned to face her tent and the fire, one hand covering the bareness of her nipples as she slipped the linen robe back over her figure. "Something I can do for you?" @Oikawa Seijuro
Adecus Forest. The verdant grove of trees sporting heights akin to those of skyscrapers, and vines with lengths longer than the various cobras that intertwined between them. Undergrowth sprouted from its origins, revealing less of a path and more maze like structure to traversing its depths. The night blanketed one sight, proving the hike to be even more challenging than it already seemed to be. His steps patted the ground, sounding off as soft thumps in the distance. Crimson eyes piercing the veil of night and at times even proving to be effective deterrence towards the creatures of the night. Three soft star like orbs rotated around the noirette as he carried through the brush; lighting the way with small pulses of illumination. His hands pushed greenery aside every so often. The obstacles being over-sized leaves and draping green cords that were more of a nuisance than anything. Parting yet another pair of forested curtains, the familiar smell of burning wood and the plume that followed, caught Oikawa's attention. His nose wrinkled, the further he delved. Something was off. This wasn't the smell of a normal campfire. No, this was a ritual fire. The embers fell, smoldering the grass and leaving an imprint that didn't match the burn of Pyromancy. He wasn't and expert by any means, but he was rather sure this was dark magic. After all, he was a user of it himself. Dissolving the orbs humming next to him, he let his trained sight do the illuminating for him. Peering through the foliage, he could make the outline of something triangular. A tent perhaps? But what would someone be doing out here? The mental question answered itself however as his gaze passed over to a writhing figure on the ground. Soft moans and intense spasms would give most onlookers the impression that the woman had just reached a sexual euphoria; but while the release may have been euphoric, it wasn't sexual pleasure she had reached. No, it was maleficent pleasure she had achieved. The woman slowly gathered herself. Her skin bare, as her thin linen robe struggled to contain her player created gifts. Despite having originally been gazing from afar, the noirette managed to have closed the distance enough for him to not only make out her features but close enough for the woman to notice him and speak. Keeping his gaze leveled with hers, he answered. "Inherently? No. But curiosity beseeches me. May I ask what you performed here?"
A coy smile, followed by the gentle shrug of her shoulders. The linen had fallen half way before she moved to secure it over her flesh once more as she stood up to her full height. Keeping the dark robe bound to her body, lithe fingers pulled violet strands of hair from out of the confines as it gently rolled over her back and sprawled out. Moving towards him, her smile grew more as she set her gaze in line with his own. "What I have performed? A service to myself, and my body. The body is a temple as they say. You should take care of it the best you can. Whatever else others tend to think is not the problem of the magician." her words conveyed meaning to her plight. While it may have not looked innocent, it was something she had yearned to do nightly to test herself and her abilities. Using her own bodies as a vassal to deepen the urges and the roots of her maleficent power. Bare footed, she walked through the dirt and grass back to her camp. A single log rotted to cushion her butt as she sat down and her finger beckoned the stranger over, "Come towards the fire so I may get a better look at that handsome face of yours. No need to be shy, if I am to bite, I will let you know." The curve of her brows raised accompanied by the impish laugh of the seductive woman. With her body held by the dark garment, she lifted one leg over the other as it bounced lightly. The fire seemed to flex and whisper as wind rolled, a flickering heat to give the area a more warm and appealing atmosphere. However, one look at Vivian and some others might find her presence hard to swallow. She had scared children with a look in her eye, men to fall to their knees with a simple wink, women to become envious and jealous of her curves. All done with one. Simple. Smile. Licking her lips, the woman leaned back in her rotted tree throne as she moved all of her hair over to one shoulder as it unfurled to cover her left side. She leaned and cradled her chin in her hand with those small lithe fingers. Blood had been caked over her hand as she let the wound previous from her bite to heal on its own. But she had yet to wash the dirt and essence from her arm. "I practice more delicate rituals. I am still uncovering more and more of my own Dark Magic." she said without abashment in her tone, she had cared little for the opinions of others and to flaunt herself and her darkness like it was illuminating light, it was none of her concern. Her azure gaze upon the male unable to get a full reading on him. But she continued with the rising of her free hand as she looked at it as if it were a rose to be admired, "Malefimancy has a great deal of unknown exploration. My Mistress has told me many use it to create the mundane spells one would normally see in Dark Magic. Inky and dark energy attacks, choking clouds of poison. But it has a deeper well of power than we know. She has shown me things one can do with Dark Magic but simply using it for..." the woman rolled her azure eyes, "basic and rudimentary spells." Her fingers curved as a small wisp of gentle fog rolled over her arm, it seemed to tingle her senses as her eyes rolled up, her body twitching lightly from the sensation. A soft giggle when her eyes opened to reveal the purple in them. Where the soft azure had been, the violet and benevolent seduction was in place. With her hand stretched out, the small wisp of darkness moved towards the unknown stranger, "It can show you things you have not yet explored in this world. It can open up your senses, unlock the gates of your mind and even give you pleasure unlike any other kind of magic. My name is Vivian Cruz." She announced her name, as if she was expecting him to know her by that name. More to the less, she was still unknown which was fine for now. "I can sense a darkness in you as well, those edgy crimson eyes of yours. What have you raked in from your exploration into the Dark Arts?"
The noirette's brow curled upward. His blood colored eyes holding her figure as she transitioned to her surprisingly tall stature. Once again the nearly see-through robe struggled to do the one job the piece of cloth was instructed with. His gaze held once again. Averting it being rather unnecessary for two reasons. One, it would show that he was uncomfortable with seeing the flesh of a woman, something that was untrue and trivial. The other being, she is clearly an attractive woman, and looking away could double as an insult. Neither options seemed viable, so he remained steadfast. As she explained the ritual of sorts, Oikawa simply nodded in return. Temple? He thought. She certainly has a point. Your body is a vessel, at least in this game world, and that vessel harnesses the masteries you have collected and shelters them. It is then up to you to upkeep that protection. So in a sense I understand, but it seems for her, it goes well deeper than that. His thoughts ceased as she moved closer to her tent. Her curvaceous shadow switching with each step before taking a seat upon a moss rotted log. Instinctively he followed. Her beckoning finger only proving to confirm that she did indeed have more for him. Her words caused him to slightly chuckle. "Handsome face you say? Ah I feel you've given me too much credit," he mused. That said, he inched closer to the flames combating the constant blanket of night around them. As he did, she bore into more detail of the ritual. She confessed that she still hadn't tapped into the full potential of Malefimancy. A truth that he himself also shared. Her mesmerizing tone gathered his attention once more. Mistress... Your senses... Gates of your mind... His mind filtered these phrases. His curiosity once again besting him. What all had this woman delved into? What depths of the Dark Arts had he yet to discover? Snapping from his thoughts, he echoed her name. "Vivian Cruz." The whisper of her name even sent a feeling down his spine. Good? Bad? He was unsure, but he didn't not like it. Shaking his head, he answered her question. "I've delved no deeper than the common principles of that mastery. Tell me, how much do you truly know about Malefimancy? You spoke of your mistress; what does she know? How deep does this mastery truly go?"
Her leg softly bounced one over the other, her painted toes pointed towards the sky when her name was whispered from his breath. She sucked in cold air into her lungs, giving a hooded and mesmeric gaze. She licked her lips, her motion had ceased with his question as she simply smiled towards him now that he was closer towards her and all. She could see the details of his face, the darkness of his crimson eyes. He was but a novice to the Mastery or perhaps a little more, a little less? But from the way he spoke of it, he didn't seem rather too educated. "Common principles," the woman said with an enchanted tone, "You summon energy for rot and basic curses. Tsk, tsk. Such mundane and vanilla strategy for Malefimancy." The woman's slender finger stroked her cheek as once more allowed her chin to fall into the palm of her hand as she gently sat there as if a Queen on her throne and bored of her Jester. The woman gave a small smile in return to his other inquiries. "We are not talking about her. We are talking about the deepness of our Masteries. Malefimancy can go as deep as your inventive and imaginative mind can go. There is an entire world out there to explore. But even as ingenious as some of us are, there will always be more and more we can delve into." The woman shifted her body, her bouncing leg moved one over the other showing a glimpse of her neatly shaven snatch. Had his crimson orbs caught interest to the fine details, she would not mind. She was simply just showing off at the least. She relaxed once more but did not say any words from her recent, and unabashed unveiling. She was naked under her dark linen robe, but it left little to the imagination. The material was see through mostly, and it was obvious by the curves and outlines of her supple body. But it was mangled and twisted as she sat, showing only the bareness of her shoulders and chest when it was convenient for her to show them off. Vivian paused in thought and her small brief smile turned more brightly into a grin. She looked on towards him leaning out of her rotted throne log with an alluring smile, "How far are you willing to go to see the deepness of Malefimancy?" she asked, a small giggle escaping her lips. She turned slightly, revealing a sweet looking red apple that was beside her. A small leafy plate of fruits had been scattered over it, of course one would be hungry after such a climactic ritual. In her clenched hand, she extended it out towards the unknown stranger, who had yet to even introduce his name. But that was neither here nor there, she cared little. "You look a little famished, my Dear. May I offer you an apple? Freshly picked this morning from one of the many fruit bearing trees in this lovely world of Eden~" her tone was sweet, her eyes dripping with that alluring poison she used so distinctively well. The woman looked at him, wide smile at first and then she leaned back in her throne placing the apple in her thigh. "Or perhaps..." the woman sighed with a bated breath, her creamy flesh revealed as the fabric of her robe discreetly fell off her shoulder showing much more than it had been showing. Under hot and anticipated breath, her words became tantalizing and hot to the ears as if they were being directly whispered and moan into his ear, "Do you care to sample something a little sweeter on your tongue and lips?" She would move her nail across the curve of her bosom to show exactly where the Crimson Eyed player may be more inclined to taste from if not the apple between her legs she had offered previously.
Oikawa's stance shifted as she spoke. One arm rhythmically folding over the other across his rising chest. His ears perked up as she repeated his phrase of choice. Her disdain for how he currently used Malefimancy easily seeping into her tone despite the arousal ranging in her voice. Her own smile returned however as she spoke more on the mastery she seemingly betrothed. The limit, as she saw it, was in fact limitless. And infinite pool of opportunity for them to swim through and explore. Depths of necro magic yet to be seen and planes of ecstasy yet to be enjoyed. For her, Malefimancy, was a lifestyle. A partner to be enjoyed whenever she so pleased. As she finished, a flash of trimmed skin made its appearance between the seductress' legs. Whether intended or not, seemed to matter little to the violet-haired women as her eyes playfully darted to his to see if he noticed. Shameless, was the woman before him; not that the indication bothered him, but an observation nonetheless. It was clear she barren beneath the linen draped over her. The darkness couldn't hide that fact. His rose colored eyes traveled her frame. Undeterred by the shear amount of nudity she offered. His gaze slowly returned to hers. His mind refocusing on the conversation at hand. She had questioned how deep the man was willing to travel down the maleficent rabbit hole; a small giggle escaping her afterwards. Judging by the woman's gestures thus far, the noirette was willing to wager that question had more weight to it than it appeared. However, before he could answer, and other question arose. The offering of an apple followed by a well tongued reference to that of Eden. The young man chuckled. "Your charm knows no bounds does it?" he quipped, as she subtly placed the cursed fruit between the warmth of her thighs. The malefimancer closed his eyes and realized he would be lying if he said the offer of the woman wasn't alluring; however, the pleasure she sought from him would go against the one thing he held dearest outside Terrasphere... ...his wife. His crimson eyes slowly revealed themselves. His expression remaining the same as before. His lips parted, the words his body wanted to say being overshadowed by what his mind allowed to follow. "Though a bite of your fruit would be pleasing, I'd like to learn the depths of your mind. Not the taste of your apple," he charmed with a wink. A breath fought from his chest and through his lips before being sucked back down by the rushing inhale that followed. His brow raised ever so slightly as he realized Vivian had offered herself without even knowing his name. A small chuckled escaped him as he rolled his eyes to her once again. "Oikawa. Oikawa Seijuro."
"Oh? Is that your name?" Slender legs fell from their perch and her throne as she stood up. The robe hanging halfway off her pale shoulders, but held by some mysterious force around her body to keep her frame shielded. The apple had fallen from her thigh and rolled towards the fire. As soon as heat made contact with it, the forbidden fruit began to crackle like an acid as it spewed rotten seed from the core and the fruit looked blackened. "Oopsies~." Came the words of the witch as she giggled with her mouth closed. Her body leaned forward and her hips sway in movement. She walked towards him, one hand covering her modest chest, and the robe connected to the other side. She then allowed her hands to fall free at her side, the robe doing a sporting job of keeping her breasts from slipping out as she started to tie a small knot around her waist so she could freely move her arms. The Temptress moved towards Oikawa, smile on her red lips as her long slender legs helped move her through the grass. Her feet, dirty from the mud and grass as she slipped an arm over the male player. His smell was strong as she drew close to him, "My mind is not as fun as my body. I must admit." she said with a small pout, her eyes looked up at his tall figure. Her head rested upon his shoulder as she looked into those crimson guarded eyes. Even if his hands were folded, she could still allow herself to feel swallowed up by his gaze. "What are you looking for exactly then, Oikawa? You found a nearly naked woman out in the middle of the forest clearly she had some ideas for her night. Whether it was male or female companionship. But if you wish to learn what my mind knows, you'll have to pay. My information is not free, and especially the kind of Malefimancy I dabble in is quite unique. So if you wish to copy or learn, you must pay up. What can you offer me in exchange...? If not your body. Perhaps your soul?" she laughed with amusement, her finger curving over his chin. Little did he know, her magic had already taken place the moment he stepped into her territory. Witches such as herself were careful of people prying in on her services to her Goddess Ahra. The female had given pleasure tonight to herself, but the sacrifice to which her Goddess desired was one fabled with the red eyes. Surely he could be broken little by little. Curse marks had been etched into the trees and ground, all Oikawa had to do was simply walk into them and he fell into the pit of her curses successfully and without knowledge. Because after all, if she were not a good Seductress none of this would have been easy. Her hands snaked across his frame, as she whispered hot breaths of air into his ear, blowing gently with faint giggles, "So what will it be, Honey? You got something to give me in return for my knowledge or do you need more time to think about it. Oh and do be sure to let me know if I can sweeten the deal for you. My mind holds many mysterious, but my body holds all the pleasure."
Violet locks bobbled back and forth as the temptress rose from her throne. The forbidden fruit managed to stay true to its name as it fell from between her thighs, rolled to the open flame, and sparkled into flames before leaving a blackened core in its place. Oikawa's eyes shifted from the darkened rotten fruit back to the equally as rotten woman. Though modesty wasn't clearly her strong suit, Oikawa's brow raised as she attempted to shield herself from further nudity. He remained unwavering. His arms tightening as he reinforced the cross they formed across his chest. As she moved closer, her gaze saying more than she had since he said his piece. A beckoning hand slithered over his shoulder, followed by the sultry breath as she beckoned for him to explain what he wanted. Even going further to question what he offered in return for her tutelage. His eyes closed briefly. What did he want? What did he want from her? His mind danced around the phrasing '...and especially the kind of Malefimancy I dabble in is quite unique...' What do I want? What do I have to offer? Its a game and despite certain elements being replicated, my body is not an offer on the table, and neither is my soul. How can I barter with this woman to deepen my knowledge? His eyes flickered open once again, the moment of thoughts coming and going in a mere few seconds. Glancing to the woman upon his shoulder, he responded. "Unfortunately this man has nothing to offer you in terms of barter nor body. So if this tutelage has a price, I simply cannot pay. If I may be so inclined, I shall leave you to your nightly festivities. Perhaps there is knowledge that one must seek on their own. Malefimancy is something you enhance through your own means. You taught me that just now, I simply must find a medium that works for me." Uncrossing his arms, Oikawa placed his hands upon her shoulders to give themselves distance. Something he didn't think he'd need to do but he knew if he let the woman remain to close, given her power in malefimancy and the way she spoke, he was sure there was more to her than she let on. Its almost hypnotic, he mused. Devotion to Ahra perhaps? Shaking his head, he offered a slight chuckle. No way she'd ever bow down to some goddess.
After his thoughts had translated to spoken word, Vivian felt the soft push of her shoulder as she was distanced from him. His arms no longer blocking him like a shield, but she kept her sultry face even though it had a mild pout on it. He was not going to be broken, and she was not going to get her wish for the night. She nodded her head to him, "So you understand that you can not be simply taught what you wish to know. Much like this world, everything is an experience. How you enjoy that experience and how to use it, is much up to your own curiosity and your own adventurous mind." She sank moved away from him, a small flicker of a smile upon her lit up face as she moved to the camp fire pit. Tugging at her robe, she moved her hands to breeze through the strands of her violet hair as she turned to Oikawa. She tilted her head at him with at lush and provocative smile. "I suppose I can't tempt you with my flesh, that was my only bargaining tool." She sighed and relaxed as she stood there, "Very well." she said with an almost defeated look. Her face not holding that seductive look, more of a frosty expression. "I use rituals to fuel my desires. Malefimancers can use that as a tool to feed their growth, what these rituals are of course are dependent on the one practicing them. That is simple knowledge. If you want to scratch and peel at this, you should look up the Tora. But Malefimancy does not need to be bent on will to a focused point." She explained. "Darkness can take shape in anything, as I have been told. 'Dark hearts, dark desires.'" she repeated the same words used by her lover, Lucia. It was sound advice and though she did not understand that concept at whole, perhaps with a different mind, Oikawa could make use of that information. "There is also something called the Source. If you wish to delve into the secrets of dark magic, I advise you start your journey there and find rumors of such Origins." The woman mused as she sank back into her rotted throne, her legs stretching as she did so, once more bobbing one over the other keeping herself nice and tidy of sight. "Oh Oikawa." She said with her finger pointing at him to call back his attention. "You recall the story of Izanami and Izanagi? If not, let me freshen your mind." The woman leaned lightly into the light as she spoke of the story, "From the distress of his fallen wife, Izanagi went to the land of the dead to find her. When he did, he could not see her face. Shrouded by darkness to cover the beautiful woman. He had asked for her to go back with him, but she had insisted that he was too late and she hate ate the fruit of the underworld and she had become one with the land." The woman smiled and sank back into her rotted throne and continued, "However, she still loved her husband and would ask for permission to leave. Angry from this turn of events and would not wait, he found a way to pierce the veil of darkness clouding her face. What he saw was not beauty, but a horrible representation of his former love. Rotting flesh and her body flowing with maggots, he could not instill his fear and ran from her while she attempted to catch him. He bound to her to the world of the dead and cursed her there." Bouncing her leg over the other, the woman looked to Oikawa and smiled with a grin. "When you sleep tonight, Izanagi, remember this story I told you. You will not be able to separate yourself from me for too long. Whatever you have guarded yourself with will soon rot."
He returned his own nod. "Nothing worth attaining is free. A notion I've known for a long time. However, What I can't pay for in...flesh...I may be able to return in knowledge at another time. That said, as you've explained. This magic within Terra is ours to shape and interpret and I intend to craft my own malevolent magic imbued with afflictions yet to be seen." Rather dramatic but the point still stands. Malefimancy is mine to wield. A force of energy and a darkness to behold. Nether energy seeps within us both and where she has a found a home in her rituals, I must find a dwelling of my own. His focus returned to the violet haired woman as she slinked back from him and resumed her seat upon her rotted throne. The wood creaked beneath her frame before easing into the sound of squished moss as she folded her legs one over the other once more. The seductive tantalizing curve of her lips returned once again in the curl of a smile. The look of being deterred but not denied placating her features a before her lips parted again. Further explaining her indulgence in the dark arts, she mentioned something that caught his attention. The Tora...Surprisingly enough, this information may be even more beneficial than what I originally came for. "The Tora," he echoed. "They are the dark side of the Elysid Court if I recall correctly. Malignant beings who were cast from the Elysid. One of which were spawned from the coitus of Ys and... Ahra..." The name of the Goddess of Destruction slowly spilled from his mouth as thought crossed his mind. "Do you have Illumancy as a mastery as well Vivian? Do you worship Ahra, Goddess of Destruction?" The question wasn't accusatory but rather genuine curiosity biting at him. He wanted to know everything about the Tora. Their story and worship intrigued him most. Realizing that his expression seemed all to giddy with excitement, the stoic demeanor he once held returned as he awaited her response. Will she offer more? Or will I be sent on my way? The mental question seemed trivial however as the calling of his name snapped his attention back to Vivian. She beckoned for him to listen to the tell of Izanagi and Izanami; a tale he was only vaguely familiar with. As she finished, Oikawa cast her a glance as she mentioned whatever compelled him to resist her wouldn't hold out long. Suggesting the temptress will one day eventually get what she wants. The noirette softly chuckled. "I'm sure I'll see you around but my will is far greater than you think Vivian. However, I look forward to seeing where our paths take us. That said, I look forward to our next encounter."
"The Gods in this realm are not to be worshipped like some common God of our world. Here they come to us in plain sight, or...so I have heard. They do not sit upon clouds watching us as cattle, nor do they reside beneath the crust of our feet where they simply look to twist our minds." The woman responded to his question of the Tora and the Elysid Court. The woman held a sort of bored expression from the chalant use of his words. The woman did smile though, her full red lips curved as he looked upon her searching for more answers. He had begun to dig a little into her own personal life here in Terra. Did he have the privilege to know what she held personally. Vivian lifted the sleeve of her robe which had dangled over her arms. The soft fabric began to be pushed up, and her body started to twist and turn her mossy, rotted tree throne. The slender peach leg, silky smooth to the touch began to rise slightly as the fabric began to move and contort with her body. As she settled in a position, her thigh was revealed but it covered the nude portion of her inner thigh. The flickering flame had shown just enough of her flesh for Oikawa to get his answer from her, a barbed black rose delicately tattooed upon her thigh. "Perhaps now you know a bit of my world, Izanagi." She called him by such a name because she knew, even if his will was Masterful, like all men, they would give in to temptation one way or another. With her slender leg rolling once more and the fabric of her linen robe falling back down, she turned into her throne chair and placed both legs dangling over the side of the trunk arm and plucked a vine of red grapes from the leafy platter of fruits she had next to her. She popped one of the grapes in her mouth and licked her lips, "You still standing there? Unless you are willing to give up your body to me tonight, I think you'd best run along now. You don't want to upset a Witch with seemingly unknown Masteries." She said while chewing upon the plump fruit. She enjoyed her teasing the male, but his lack of desire for true knowledge was appalling. Sometimes words could not be spoken and they needed to be heard with actions. He would miss out on that chance, but there will be others. She would keep a keen eye on this individual. If her Mistress Lucia was right, she would have to explore all realms of her Law of Nature, her Dao of Lust. To please and to be pleased.
It seems I'll be sent on my way. Though he couldn't blame the grape munching woman for her decision. The noirette had not only turned her down but deduced her affiliation to Ahra as well as probed her for information regarding a mastery he was only beginning to tap into. Re-folding his arms, one over the other, Oikawa nodded to the woman. Her face construed into a mix. For a moment it seemed she was dissatisfied with Oikawa completely. His inability to satiate her flesh-driven needs throwing a wrench in her plans for the night. However, at the same time she seemed thrilled to have a new person to toy with. The conflicting emotions soon ceased as she dismissed him from her presence. "Perhaps I do," he admitted; answering to Izanagi despite the correlation between the name and his own being completely based on the concept that Vivian or Izanami would be the undoing of his will. However, he didn't let the notion affect him. He instead continued to listen as Vivian berated him for delaying departure. "As you wish Ms. Vivian," the sultry tone in his voice teasing her as he slowly eased out from the tent. Adjusting his collar to combat the sudden nightly chill that had befallen the woods, he gave the site one last look over before departing. He was sure this wouldn't be the last time he traveled this neck of the woods, nor did he think he wouldn't find himself wrapped up in Vivian's leg..schemes in the foreseeable future. The noirette shifted his dark locks from side to side. His bangs parting just enough for him to see ahead. He needed to stay clear of this woman when in her seductive state. His will while formidable, is human and is prone to mistakes just like anyone else. That said, it wouldn't be worth losing his marriage over for a woman in game. No matter how enticing the apple of her necro-Eden seemed. Pressing forward, he looked back at the dimly lit tent. Until we meet again Vivian Cruz... Until we meet again...
