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« on: 11/27/2011 23:06 »
Horse was sitting in a Starbucks waiting for his single Mocha. He hated coffee. Coffee was one of those human delights – a drug of social acceptance that made the mind run like the wind. Horse’s mind ran wind-like all on its own. There was nothing that could stop it.

The drink came, and the barista had fashioned a unicorn in cream in the cup. Horse had given the innocent deliverer of the cup a rather hateful look, but it wasn’t her fault. Don’t shoot the messenger.

He glanced over her shoulder at the barista, noting that he was not what he seemed. No surprise in that. Horse seldom went anywhere without a reason.

In this case, it was a barista with an alternate lifestyle. And by alternate lifestyle, he meant one that meant to abuse the lifestyles of others. Horse had been drawn to this Starbucks precisely for that reason, and soon there would be one less unicorn-forming barista on the planet.

Or so he had planned.

It was well after dark, which isn’t saying anything for a winter month. Dark fell early; as did dignity it would seem. He took the drink and poured it into the garbage receptacle beside him. It was 10:00pm, and the barista in question was at the end of his shift. Truth was, given a chance by Horse, it would be the end of his life.

It should have been. The woman tied and chained in the barista’s basement would have happily thrust a dagger into his heart. But, Horse being Horse, he felt that that was his job. And anyway, daggers were for girls. He had other forms of torture in mind.

Horse was in one of this many phantasms – this one being the image of a 40’ish male with premature graying just over his ears. He wore a wool fedora – anachronistic in itself – and a heavy wool coat. Beside him was the ever-present leather satchel he carried whenever on a mission in the world of the living.

The barista turned toward the back room to change clothes and leave after his shift. Horse knew his pattern well, and would be at the back door as he left. But, on this particular night, something caught his attention – if only from the corner of his eye.

A Vampire, it seemed, walking into a Starbucks.

Well. It was a night for surprises.

Horse could read the minds and intentions of humans, but Vampires were another thing altogether. His daughter was one, as was his first wife somewhere in the time of the beginning of such things. So, probably understandably, Horse was momentarily distracted. The barista, clueless to his impending doom, made his serendipitous escape.

Horse stood, appearing as little more than an aging man acting on impulse.

There was one thing that a Vampire could not hide from Horse. Ok, two things; the first being the fact that it was a Vampire. The second was its name. Surprised as he was, he blurted that name as loudly as a Vampire could hear as a shout, but the patrons probably did not notice.

“Phadre,” he whispered.

Now the question probably rises as to why Horse would do such a thing. Well, you will have to wait for that. Things are never what they seem, and no story is worth its salt without a mystery – even a simple one.

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« Reply #1 on: 11/28/2011 07:13 »
The most enticing aromas always came out of this Starbucks. Phedre inhaled deeply, reveling in the humanity surrounding her. She had just walked in, on impulse, to sit and take it all in. Pretend she was human again, a weakness she indulged very rarely.

She was just starting to step into line when she heard her name. Phedre stopped walking towards the counter and looked around her. She wasn't getting anymore notice then what she normally did. Super-tight curled, deep red hair pulled back into a ponytail that trailed mid-butt area, low-rise blue jeans, a pair of heeled sneakers, and a long-sleeved jewel green shirt completed her look this evening.

Only a few stares were directed towards her as far as she could tell. Her ocean eyes scanned again. The only person that stood out to her was an older male with a slight silvering to his hair. 'Maybe I didn't really hear my name...' The vampiress turned away and went up to the counter. She ordered something that seemed garnish no real attention, and sat down a chair or two away from the male that was more directly staring at her than the others.

She grinned when her drink came. There was a flower in her drink staring back at her. She sighed, at least it wouldn't be ruined til she left. She made like she was going to take a drink but instead inhaled again. They never had coffee that smelled this good when she was alive.

She looked out of the corner of her eye at the male. He wasn't that far from her and he wasn't too bad looking. Maybe she would choose him as her food for the evening. 'Oooorrrr Mexican tonight...' She thought as a lovely, flamboyant Latina walked in.
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« Reply #2 on: 12/04/2011 14:53 »
Horse, bemused by the vampire’s interest in coffee, watched with the interest of a person practiced in watching people. True, Phadre wasn’t exactly people, but the difference wasn’t important. Even the immortal dead were driven by curiously human psychology. Horse was not in that number of immortal dead, of course; he was still alive, never died, but was immortal so much as anything animated by psychology could expect to be.

Curiously, at least for anyone paying attention, Horse leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the table, right beside the circular stain that marked where his coffee had been before he’d unceremoniously disposed of it. The curiosity, however, was that his boots seemed incongruous with the rest of his attire. Wool fedora and overcoat might have seemed perfect companions to a pair of black cowboy boots – complete with shiny silver spurs – in 1850 America, but not so much in modern times. Then again, no one could accuse Horse of being a product of modern times.

One of the really cool things about being a demon, as previously suggested, was mind-reading. One might properly assume that such a gift was part and parcel to being a demon. After all, how else to tempt and corrupt the hearts and minds of humanity? But, vampires weren’t human, nor could their flesh be much more corrupted than it already was.

So, naturally, one of the more attractive characteristics of vampires – at least to Horse – was that their minds were all but empty to him. Oh, there were hints here and there, but that apparent vacuum made interacting with them interesting and just random enough to be entertaining; at least to Horse.

“So,” Horse spoke again in the mythical range of sound that vampires could hear and humans could not. His voice would seem clear to Phadre, although she would no doubt be quite aware that it came from something other than human lips. He noted that Phadre was eyeing a human of Hispanic descent.

Just then, a Scandinavian woman walked in hand-in-hand with a little girl half her height and considerably less than half her age. No more than five, as far as Horse could tell. This posed a rather difficult problem for Horse. He had a soft spot for The Innocent, as he called them. He was generally inhibited from acting in certain ways around them.

What was worse was that little girls had exceptionally fine hearing – not to mention the often inconvenient talent for paying attention to small details. In this case, that meant that the little girl could likely eavesdrop on Horse’s private communication with Phadre. Quickly, he slid his boots off the table.

Smiling like a fool, Horse tipped his hat to the little girl, completely ignoring her rather fetching mother. One must always acknowledge a worthy opponent, and Horse saw little girls as opponents. Well, in a manner of speaking.

Having no other recourse, Horse stood - taking his satchel in one hand – and approached Phadre’s table, where he stood directly facing her. He tipped his wool fedora again, smiled, and then helped himself to the chair across from her. He leaned forward.

By way of introduction, Horse allowed his true face to become visible to Phadre, in such a manner that only she could see. Yes, not the most pleasant ‘How do you do?’, but effective for what he meant to accomplish.

“Adventure awaits, Phadre, if you’ve the stomach for it,” he said softly.

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« Reply #3 on: 12/04/2011 19:53 »
"So" a voice said. A not-so-human voice said. Phedre froze, her head oh-so-slowly turned towards the male she was eyeing just moments before. She put a smile on her face. Her ocean eyes swirled in lazy patterns.

"So..." She said back to him as a female human and her child walked into the cafe. His attention was caught by the little girl. It was slightly adorable in its own way.

He stood and sauntered over to her table and sat opposite her and leaned towards her. She scooted closer in her seat, he intrigued her. What would a demon wish with her? His human face melted away. Her glass mug shattered in her grasp. Phedre remembered him from when she had gotten back with her Ember. She muttered a quick sorry as she jumped a little in her seat. She pulled out as many napkins as she could from the little dispenser on the table to mop up her mess. It was embarrassing that she had lost her control a little and broke her glass. 'So much for the flower...' she thought peculiarly.

"Adventure awaits, Phedre, if you've the stomach for it." He whispered to her just as a little worker bee came running over with a rag and a little rubbish can. She watched him while the little worker bee cleaned up her mess and excused himself. She looked over her new table companion and weighed what he had said to her sense of adventure, with demons she had only seen once. She feared him no doubt about that. One would be stupid to not fear demons and their games. But she didn't feel exactly threatened by this one either at this moment.

It was a slightly difficult to come to a decision. After a minute or two she looked him straight in the eyes, "I believe i may have some time on my hands that could be better filled with some adventure time.... What is the adventure?" Her swirling gaze narrowed on him. "What will we be doing and what are the ground rules? Why me now that i think of it..." Her eyes began to churn faster when her thoughts sped towards what was to happen this night.

She placed her hands on the table top and laced her fingers together waiting for his response.
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« Reply #4 on: 01/03/2012 20:36 »
“You believe you may have some time on your hands, eh? You’re being coy with me, right?”

There was nothing but time; time to do whatever, see whatever, experience whatever. It wasn’t like she had a human lifespan to worry about - or him, for that matter. Horse leaned back, amused.

“Have I read you wrong, Phadre? Are you not given to flights of spontaneity just for the fun of it? Do you have somewhere else to go?”

Horse looked down to his fingers and brushed them against his chest.

“Far be it from me to keep you from your obviously busy night of lunching on the same ol’ human here and the same ol’ human there,” he continued with a touch of feigned resignation in his voice. “I mean, why enjoy the pungent and rare flavor of blood that deserves a little payback when you can get free range bland on the hoof?”

He sat up a bit and leaned closer to her.

“Ever want a little revenge? To taste the sweet nectar of fucking up someone who really deserves a good fucking up? Or are you content with…” He swept his hand to indicate the clientele in residence. “…fast food.”

Finally, Horse rose from his chair and turned toward the door.

“Follow or stay. That is your decision. But…” he said as he stepped toward the door.

“You snooze, you lose.”

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« Reply #5 on: 01/13/2012 13:56 »
"You snooze, you lose." Was the last thing he said to her as he started to walk through the door. 'Fuck it. Throw me in the fire maybe i will come out unscathed this time...' Phedre thought to herself as she stood up and followed after the demon.

"We're off to see the wizard...." She whispered under her breath. Hopefully this adventure didn't turn out like her last one. That one took months to feel good again from. Being caught and tortured wasn't all that fun, in fact it really fucked you up when they do it to you for months. Her mind was still fractured in places...

She looped her right arm in Horse's left, raised her left arm, and flicked the hand in several directions. "Where are we off to Cap'n?" She said.

He basically promised her a fun time killing those that deserved it... with very little to no danger. The pros outweighed the cons. This time.

She started to drag him to the left. "And what shall we be doi-... Erm.. Who will we be eating? I assume it is we and not just I?" She asked.
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« Reply #6 on: 01/28/2012 15:03 »
“You are the Demon Horse, I presume,” said a man with a cloth top-hat, holding a silver cane and cloaked in a long, gabardine coat. “Accompanied by a companion no less,” he added with a nod toward Phadre, who stood nearby.

But we are getting ahead of ourselves.

“She awakens!” Horse exclaimed with dramatic flair as Phadre stepped up beside him, and then grasped his arm, dragging him sideways. He glanced quickly at her, and then tenderly took her wrist between thumb and index finger.

“Eh-hem,” he said. Slowly, perhaps even comically, he removed her hand. After a lingering pause, Horse smiled, tapped her on the head, and then took a left down the damp street.

“Food and drink,” he said. “The former for me and the latter for you, assuming all goes well. You never know with matters of the soul. Tonight’s main course is to be a rather special and rare dish, the likes of which could be best characterized as ‘classical’. He fancies himself the Professor Moriarity of Deviants, methinks.”

Left again, and Horse stood in an alley, beckoning to Phadre to join him.

“There’s a bit of… travel involved. Actually, quite a distance of travel. So, unless you would like to walk a couple thousand miles, I suggest you come and stand very close beside me.”

Horse slid easily from human form into demon form in what seemed like a blur of melting flesh. His seven-foot frame spread a large and black leather wing open invitingly.

“Step inside my transport, and do fasten your seatbelts,” his somewhat frightening head invited.

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« Reply #7 on: 02/02/2012 13:49 »
"Well... Someone doesn't know how to bond with a fellow adventurer." Phedre said after Horse removed her hand from his arm, smiled, tapped her head and left. Tagging quickly along beside him, she listened to how he spoke and described the type of person they would be going after. "Mmmm..." She tumbled everything around in her head. Wouldn't do to not pay attention now, there might be a quiz later.

"So. Who does that make me? Watson?" She smiled to herself as she walked alongside Horse. They ended in an alley. He told her how there was so travel involved and she would need to be very close to him to make it quick. Eyes narrowing slightly as he took his demon form, she watched him open a wing so she could, in essence, hug him.

"I can do that..." The vampiress said as she moved towards him slowly. She was still unused to being around him. Especially in his demon form.

When she got up to his side she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist, since she couldn't hang on to anything else really, and was surprised to find that his skin was soft. Not rough as she had ignorantly assumed. She was just about to ask him a couple questions when everything tilted and disappeared.
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« Reply #8 on: 02/04/2012 20:01 »
“Can’t say as I’m much of a bonder,” Horse stated matter-of-factly. He ignored her next question; he figured it was rhetorical. Then again, he treated a lot of things in the world as rhetorical. It was just easier that way.

“Ah,” he said, looking slightly downward on Phadre when she wrapped her arms around him. He hadn’t meant for her to actually hold on, but it wasn’t such a bad idea, really. A moment later, with Phadre wrapped snuggly in his large wings, Horse made the curious slip into ‘other-space’, accompanied (as usual) with a host of tiny winged creatures buzzing around them. Purple this time. Well, he thought, thank something for that. They were pink last time, and that was damned embarrassing.

It was a shame that Phadre was not able to see their travel through the rift between worlds, because it was quite spectacular. Horse had seen it so often that he thought no more of it than whizzing on a tree or eating a small, furry animal. But, he would rectify that the next time. Let’s face it – flying is a gas.

The journey took very little time, but they had traveled from the edge of one world to another. Specifically, they were in that balmy little burg he called home: Scalcathia. Some called it Hell, some called it another universe. To Horse, it was just home. And it was anything but little.

Horse spread his wings just as they dropped softly onto a granite ledge attached to the side of a mountain of alabaster. From her vantage point from a foot or two from the edge, she should be able to see that they were hundreds of feet above the surface of a dark and eerie city, illuminated in brilliant reds, oranges and purples. Directly across from them stood the enormously tall Center Spire – an ebony tower that resembled a wicked claw thrust into the air. Horse pointed to it.

“I have an office there. Hate it.” He then leaned in front of her and pointed to the side toward a large, ornately carved stone door.

“That’s my house. I need to get a couple of things. Join me,” he said, and then turned toward the door in the side of the mountain.

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« Reply #9 on: 02/17/2012 15:31 »
Phedre was hit with a wave of vertigo and nausea all at once when they reached their destination. She placed her hands on her knees kept her eyes closed and took deep breathes to keep her "lunch" where it was supposed to be. After a minute or two passed, she looked to where Horse was pointing. The tower was really pretty... in a sinister sort of way. He told her he hated his office there, and needed to get some stuff from his house.

Yeah... she could do that. She was kinda interested in what he would have around his house. What kind of furniture would he have? Did he have a harem? That thought perked her up a little. What kind of harem would he have? would they be the same type of demons as he himself was? Or did he like others as well? Perhaps she needed to do more research on demons when she got home... Knowledge is a girls best friend after all....

Phedre started after Horse as he turned and headed into his house. The door was beautifully done. Probably heavy as hell and very good protection as well. Some of the details she couldn't make out becuase she had no basis of reasoning for it. Having never seen or heard of some of the things she saw made it difficult to process. The ones she could make out she had to give kudos for though.

"Brilliant..." She whispered as her fingers trailed down the right side of the door. One of the creatures etched there seemed to come to life and nipped her finger, then flew off. Eyes round and mouth hanging open she watched the thing fly off, while her finger healed.

She kinda felt like a fish standing there. Snapping her mouth shut, Phedre made a mental note to ask Horse what she could and what she shouldn't touch from now on.
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« Reply #10 on: 02/17/2012 23:37 »
“I like to think of myself as a liberated creature,” Horse stated over his shoulder. “But I draw the line at touching Squibs – such as you just did.”

The door was open and Phadre had just followed him through it. As though on cue, the door closed.

“They’re nasty little shits, and they’ve infested my door. Not unlike,” he added with a banal tone to his voice, “humans and their bed bugs.” His tone was so intensely banal that it seemed barely worth noticing. At that moment, in fact, he was reaching for a small, ornate box on one of the shelves that adorned his livingroom.

“Do drink, if you like,” he said. Just then, a violet bottle raised itself from an appearing hole in his coffee table. Coffee table - a human consideration without a demon analogue. In fact, it was better suited, he believed, as a place to rest his taloned feet. The content of the bottle was, naturally, whole and warm human blood. One should not ask how he came by such a delicacy.

“Ah!” he said. From the box he extracted a small, black leather bag. It seemed sealed so well that a seam was not obvious. That, of course, was by design.

“What do you know of talismans and Umbral Daemons,” he asked, just as he sat comfortably on his very wide and unreasonably silky sofa – fondling the leather bag with the dexterity of a card shark.

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« Reply #11 on: 02/21/2012 04:06 »
Synn stood in the main room of a cottage that she was calling home... at least for now. It was built of stone and wood, sat all alone in the middle of what appeared to be a torched grove, and wasn't terribly far from the city. There was a lovely little fire pit just down the hill and the house's previous owner hadn't seemed to mind too much in handing the place over to her. Oh alright, so he was dead. A girl has to eat, doesn't she? Besides, the lower demon who was living there had been a horrid slob and the cottage had been wasted on the likes of him. It was much better suited to her anyway. And after the six weeks she ended up spending in that human infested shithole while tracking down her grimoire, she deserved something nice. Quite right!

Said grimoire was now firmly held in her right hand, while the left tossed the appropriate reagents into the large, bubbling cauldron hanging in the fireplace. Bubbling cauldron... Ha! How cliche. It was the means to an end, really. The potion had to be made in order to properly charge the amulet if she expected it to work. Synn was never going to get back to the Shadow Realm if she couldn't find the key to that blasted door. Why couldn't things just be simple?

Now, when one pictures a woman standing over a cauldron making potions, the usual suspects are the ones who come to mind. No, Synn is not a weathered old hag, nor is she an evil queen bent on destroying some pretty little princess. Actually, she's one hot ticket and I do mean smokin'. That's what usually goes along with being a succubus. She has a body that can make the strongest man go weak in the knees, with curves so dangerous as to make you crash and burn. And that's pretty much her intention. Her skin is soft and creamy, so delicious you just wanna... ok, you get the idea.

She was wearing what she normally wore, something barely there. A long skirt, slit up each side to her hips and a tiny shirt that was having a hard time containing her full breasts and left much of her stomach exposed. Today she wore a soft rusty colour with matching belt and knee high boots. Slutty, right? Ok, you try finding a pair of jeans and a modest shirt that will accommodate a tail and large, leathery wings. Like she would really wear that rubbish.

Ugh, this was just too much damn work, and it had better work, or she was going to revisit the tracker demon who sold her the instructions. She wanted to go home something awful. Synn didn't have any friends here. She ate all of them. At least the men. She never much cared for women, and they really didn't seem to like her. Catty bitches.

The next ingredient listed was mandrake root. After a thorough inspection of her supply cabinet, Synn realized that she was fresh out of it. Great! She growled and just like clockwork, with her anger came the traits given to her by her father, the balrog. Her tail whipped out from under her skirt, swishing through the air like an irritated cat's, and two small horns jutted from her forehead. 

"You've got to be kidding me," she grumbled.

Guess a trip to the market would be in order. What a pain in the ass this little endeavor was turning out to be. Synn dropped the book on a nearby table and walked out the door. She stood outside trying to decide whether she wanted to blink there, or fly. Just then, a small bat flew through the open window and hung itself from the low branch of a tree to her left. Synn looked over at it and grinned.

"Quite right, Dante. You hold down the fort." She opened her wings, stretched them to their full length, and lifted off the ground with a few beats. Destination Grindel's Market.
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