On’nyosh snickered.
Ooh, what sort of kiss? A simple peck on the lips, or the more seductive kiss of a vampire?
“Are you sure? My rapier… the sword, mind you… is a bit vicious. There’s a reason I don’t wear it openly. I’ve been considering naming it, but I have yet to decide. Snake-Fang, maybe? Either way, it’ll bite you hard,”he asked aloud.
"I'm immortal and a Daylighter vampire. It's sunny right now. As a matter of fact, I've been standing in the sun for a bit now. I'm fine! Although, I am a bit hungry… Anyways, I'll be fine." She grins at On'nyosh.
And as for the kiss, you'll see… if you win. She locks eyes with On'nyosh, still grinning, although more… seductively now, compared to her more teasing look before.
She then moves, so fast that one moment she is in front of On'nyosh without his weapons, the next they're all strapped on and ready to go.
You're ready. Now, the question is: are you ready? she says, still grinning.
(Just to clarify, he always carries his weapons. His rapier is magically concealed on his hip. That’s what he meant by ‘he never carries it openly’. Sorry for the confusion, should’ve mentioned that earlier)
On’nyosh shrugged and grinned. Then, his composure slipped a bit, his eyes flashing with something that could almost be considered lust. However, he seemed to quickly catch himself, his eyes becoming mischievous instead.
“Are you?”he asked back, grinning wide.
His hand reached down to his right hip, seeming to grab at the air next to him, then, in the blink of an eye, a light blue rapier that shimmered like ice was in his hand. He lunged forward, his body moving in one swift, fluid motion from unsheathing the blade to striking. His aim was for her belly.
(Ahhh… okay.)
(Also, yes this is a thing now. I don't know why, but it is, lol)
She catches the blade with one hand, grabbing it around the blade, and at the same time, she slides right up next to On'nyosh and grabs the hilt of the rapier in her other hand.
She disarms him then by letting go of the blade and grabbing his hand with the one she just used to grab the blade, covering his hand in her blood. She twists the sword, at the same time forcing his hand to open just enough for the sword hilt to slide from his grasp. All this happens very quickly, nearly impossible to keep up with.
"Well, it looks like I win, On'nyosh." she grins, then drops the sword, suddenly looking pale and shaky.
"I'll be fine… I just need… to feed…" she says very softly, knowing what he'll offer. And the cost. Suddenly, she kisses him on the lips, very passionately.
"Sorry… couldn't resist…" she whispers, then collapses.
(Me: I'm gonna log off at a reasonable time tonight. See y'all tommorow!)
(Cass: Mumbling Give me a kiss, dearest, to wake me…)
(Stunned face. I love it. Starts giggling)
(Alright, see you tomorrow)
(Oh, and I remember now what his boots do!)
(I also added some hints to his history. More might be revealed later, depending on how things go)
(I know I put ‘no self-harm’ in the rules, but this was complete improv, my sincerest apologies. So, there is a bit of self harm, but it’s to feed a vampire, and it’s breif)
On’nyosh’s eyes widened. He had expected her to be quick, but not that quick. He snorted, chuckling at her words, then his eyes widened again with genuine concern.
He froze when she kissed him, caught completely off guard once more. Though, he couldn’t deny that it sent fires through his body, even with her cold lips. When she collapsed, he immediately kneeled beside her, eyes narrowed in thought as he replayed her words in his head.
On’nyosh quickly snatched his rapier, replacing it in its scabbard, then picked Cassiel up and stood.
“I don’t give a shit what either of you two say. I’m watching over her,”he sternly remarked to Valdemaras and Cayden.
On’nyosh then tapped the heels of his boots together, disappearing in a cloud of smoke. He reappeared in his chambers, the designated place for his boots to take him to, and carried her to the bed, gently stretching her out.
He set his hat off to the side, them took off his shirt off to avoid ruining it, revealing a simple white undershirt beneath. He rolled up his sleeve, a couple scars resembling teeth marks on his otherwise unblemished lower arm.
“If it’s blood you want, it’s blood you’ll get, but you’re going to owe me,”On’nyosh said.
He bent down to give her a passionate kiss of his own, before pulling out his dagger and cutting his arm, grimacing through the pain. He held the bleeding gash over her mouth, letting the blood drip onto her lips, hoping to coax her back to consciousness.
(lol!)
(Yes, I'm up again. No, this is not planned.)
(That's good!)
(Should be interesting to see how On'nyosh and Cass learn about each other.)
Cass smelled the blood, and her injured hand shot up to grab On'nyosh's arm and hold it steady as she bit his wrist. Once she'd had her fill of blood like that, she pulled On'nyosh down over her and bit his neck.
She stopped herself from continuing once she'd finished feeding, but allowed On'nyosh to stay where he was. The victims of her bites were always tired afterwards, and On'nyosh was no exception.
"Thank you, On'nyosh." she said, stunned at his willingness to come so close to death.
(Interesting indeed, grin)
On’nyosh winced as she bit his wrist, but didn’t complain. Though, when she pulled him down and bit his neck, instead of complaining, he laughed. After all, there were a few bite scars on both sides of his neck.
He didn’t fight her, or even complain about the pain, as she fed. He seemed closer to a contented cat. And when she had finished feeding, he didn’t move, laying on her and drowsily caressing her arm with a thumb.
“Of course. You’re too fascinating to let starve,”he mumbled.
He hummed, as if wanting to say more, but was too drowsy to do so.
(Everyone else except us is asleep by now lol! We've outpaced everybody.)
"You know, I've never met someone like you." Cass says, proceeding to burrow underneath the blankets and press herself right up against On'nyosh.
"But, I doubt you've met anybody like me, so we've finally met our match, haven't we?" she adds, falling asleep now. She yawns. Then kisses On'nyosh again.
"I'll… talk more in the morning." she proceeds to then sleep like the living for the next… however many hours.
In the morning, when she wakes up again, she remembers parts of the previous night. Not the whole night, but enough of it to turn slightly red. She doesn't move, however, even when she smells breakfast cooking.
(Yeah, pretty much, lol)
On’nyosh barely shifted, wrapping his arms around Cass.
“Indeed,”he replied with a snort.
He savored her kiss, then smiled at her words before easily falling asleep next to her.
When morning came, the smell of cooking woke him. He quickly noticed Cassiel’s presence, and he couldn’t help a chuckle at her expression.
“Smells like Martha’s cooking again. I love it when she cooks. But, before I get too caught up on Martha, how are you?”On’nyosh rambled, still waking up.
He then stretched a bit, but didn’t otherwise move. Nor did he seemed inclined to at all.
(Me: Anyways, I'm going to log off again. I got school tomorrow (boring) and my friends don't like it when I'm up this late. See you tomorrow!)
(Cass: Okay, I'ma just stay here, with On'nyosh…)
Cass yawns and says "I'm good… how about you?"
She stretches like a cat beneath the blankets, then curls up again.
(Me: Okay. I’ll be here, lurking as usual. Evil chuckle)
(On’nyosh: I am definitely not moving)
On’nyosh chuckled, watching her.
“A little out of it from yesterday, but that’s typical. It’ll pass in a few hours and I’ll be back to my usual self,”he said.
(Just a half-asleep comment: I’ve been thinking about the height difference between On’nyosh and Cassiel, which is 9 inches by the way. That would mean that, while they’re standing, Cassiel is approximately chest height to On’nyosh. Why is that so intriguing all of a sudden? Why do I get such strange thoughts when I’m half asleep?)
(Me: Because that's just how the dragon mind works, my fine scaly friend.)
(Cass: Laughing I'll have you know that yes, there's a 9 inch height difference, but in anything else, I'm more than his equal: looks, words, experience…)
Cass watches On'nyosh, fascinated by him by reasons best left unknown to him. She giggles.
"I just had a thought. What must the others think of us two, fighting as we did? And me in particular, doing what I did?" she asks, genuinely curious.
Cayde gives a mental shout to Valdemaras while On'nyosh and Cass are asleep. WE NEED TO FORTIFY THE CITY! TIAMAT HEADS THIS WAY!
Then Cayde, along with Noctem, dissappear in a flash of white, in another moment appearing in the exact center of the city, the original center. They start casting ward after ward after ward, hoping to be able to keep Tiamat from entering, casting a killing ward followed by a blindness ward, throwing everything they had into protecting their one, and only, home.
After a time, they finish, believing they have not done nearly enough. Then they fall into a coma, energy spent.
A sigh left his lips. The speed of his heart rate was gradually increasing. Valdemaras had one of his servants fetch for General Espara who would help enact the plans that the two of them had drawn out and planned.
Running back to his chambers, he gently placed the crown down then took off most, if not all, of his regalia. With the help of servants, he changed into his battle uniform which basically looked like everyone else's. Outside, guards and soldiers a like ran out to go to their stations. Some headed near the entrances of the capital while others were at the forests.
He, on the other hand, stayed at the hill near the palace and the capital with a group. Something felt off though. Holding his hands behind his back, he glanced around. The chosen one is not here. Rolling his eyes, he shook his head. "The gods better have a reason for all of this….." He mumbled to himself. "Fools only make good use of death….They are useless."
Cass hears people scrambling around and shouting, something about a… Tiamat?
"Oh gods, no…" she whispers, unprepared for this.
"I can't do this, On'nyosh. I'm not ready, I don't even know how to fight this thing! What am I supposed to do?" she's frantic, scrambling around, trying to find something, anything in the way of armor.
When she finally stops to think, she realizes she won't find anything in On'nyosh's room and is in the castle armory in a flash, quickly reaching out and feeling which armor is the best. She decides on mithril platemail, lightweight but strong. Perfect. She dons it quickly, finds a good weapon (a mithril dagger and shortsword) and is with the soldiers quickly, ready to fight.
She's still apprehensive about the fight, but that's the last thing on her mind as she focuses solely on what she can do to fight.
(Where is everybody?)
(Me: Oh, nvm! Hi, Serpentess!)
(Cass: Tiamat is coming. Ready yourself.)
(Currently, both of my characters are in a coma. I'm kinda incapable of doing anything, lol!)
(I know, I don't mean you. You're fine!)
(I have finally arrived)
On’nyosh watched Cassiel as well, smiling as she giggled.
“I could care what the others think of us.”
When the commotion began, he glanced toward his window, but was at the wrong angle to look out of it. He turned back at Cassiel’s words.
“My dear, panic and worry are the worst things to do,”he said.
On’nyosh drowsily sat up as Cassiel frantically searched around. And when he finally reached the window, Cassiel had disappeared.
“Shit. All alone and the storm cloud finally moves. That woman needs to slow down,”he sighed, moaning as he stretched, licking his lips and almost yawning.
On’nyosh then snickered, walking into the living room and moving the center table to reveal a small hatch. He lifted it and pulled out a chest.
“The fact that she missed this is fucking hysterical,”he chuckled.
He opened the chest, discovering his stash of armor, something he hadn’t touched in a few years. He then went to freshen up before donning the magical leather armor. He exchanged his gloves for bracers, and slipped a magic ring on. He then found his jester boots and his hat.
“How long has it been, my old friend?”,On’nyosh asked as he checked his weapons, caressing his rapier. He then made sure he still had his dagger and blowgun before heading outside.
On’nyosh finally found Cassiel and came up behind her, his stealth considerably boosted by the magic of his armor.
“Miss me?”he whispered in her ear.
(Yes, you have!)
Cass jumps a foot in the air, letting out a squeak like a balloon mouse getting stepped on.
She comes down grinning and cursing at On'nyosh, turning the air black. She ends her tirade by saying "Don't ever do that to me again, or either two things will happen: the first option is I accidentally smack you and break your neck; the second option is that I don't and you don't get to kiss me again."
Her tirade having ended, she turns her attention back to the very real and terrifying prospect of fighting Tiamat.
"What do you suggest we do? Go to King Valdemaras and ask his advice? Find our resident magic practioners?" Cass asks, knowing he'll choose neither option.
Cayden and Noctem awake suddenly, startled by the enchantments they placed on themselves to wake them should they fall prey to unconciousness. Their internal clocks tell them that it hasn't been very long. They both breathe a sigh of relief in unison.
They quickly teleport to King Valdemaras, and warp Cass and On'nyosh to them too, not caring if they're having a moment.
"We need a plan." Cayde and Noctem speak in unison, which happens in high-stress situations. They don't even notice.
"Should we send the soldiers to defend the city borders, or do they stay and defend where we are now?" they ask.
On’nyosh laughed when she jumped, then simply grinned through Cassiel’s entire tirade. He sighed as she ended it.
“Well, hopefully not the second option,”he replied.
He listened to her questions, smirking.
“Fat Ass is too busy and who needs magic practitioners? Follow me, I know a quiet spot nearby where I can show a few sword moves. I don’t know how much it’ll help, but it’s better than nothing,”On’nyosh bade, walking back toward the castle.
He then abruptly appearred next to Valdemaras and Cayden, Cassiel beside him. He rolled his eyes at Cayden.
“Jackass, always interrupting someone,”he huffed. He then started walking off again.
"Wait," Cass shouts. "They brought you here. Wouldn't you normally be left behind?"
She runs up behind him, grabbing his shoulders and spinning him to face her.
"Listen. We don't have time right now. Are you with me?" she asks.
"If not, continue walking. However, if you choose to leave, I will have naught to do with you. Understand?" She stares him in the eyes, unblinkingly.