The Blood of Two

~This is a roleplay that I am currently in. I will add new bits when they arrive..~

Kayden; Vast portions of the room settled unlit, obscure in contentment of the melanoid veil of darkness-an atmosphere common to the charming Adonis of deviant nature whom lay face down in the sea of obsidian silk and duck feather pillows strewn in array around the sultry abode. The flicker of wilted church candles caught the shiny surfaces of mounds of golden splendor in forms of coin, twinkling emerald hues and ruby stones unmindful and hoisted in their sloped mountainous shape against the towering walls of the monstrous room. The four pillar bed was mammoth, enough to withstand as many as 15 occupants, concealing behind the long black drapes of satin which hung from the horizontal onyx construction.

The muscle-clad spine of the Morning-Star had stirred insignificantly, his neck languidly dragged his face against the silk coverings of the soft gigantic platform eventually exuding a disgruntled groan from the pit of his stomach which forced his shoulders to contort, his forearms forcing against the soft surface to draw his upper body in a raise, closed lids of tawny flesh had spread to reveal halogen halo's, burning with a fierce iridescence half lidded. Pendulous laves of the darkest pigment flown against his movement, cradling the sides of his masculine temple and prominent jawline as he shift once more, lifting himself to venture to the edge, maneuvering slowly and painfully to bring his legs forwards allowing the soles of his feet to touch the gelid black marble floor tiles, marred by the stains of dried crimson vitae.

Oh course he was nude, the shadows cast a greatly defining contrast against his structure, slumped over with his palm's rubbing into the front of features, hues concealed momentarily as his knuckles rubbed into the fleshy folds. "Hffm." His fingers had found the back of his neck which hung in fatigue, rubbing along the smooth surface as it canted to the left; the right, up and down to emit a horrid sickly crack of bone.

He had cast his luminous vision over his shoulder at the shapely form of a female figure nestled in comfort within his nefarious sanctuary. He had twisted his physique upon the edge of the bed to lesser the strain upon his neck as he stared at the inanimate beauty, his fingers had looped around a portion of the slim duvet, slowly pulling it into his direction snaking its smooth surface over the body of the woman, her bare flesh was becoming revealed inch by inch, milky flesh barely visible by the dim lights of the smoldering candles-yet it had revealed something most apparent when the cover had slid over the woman's shoulders down to the mid of her waist--- large incisions violated her flesh, splattered with crimson and gore, organs pulled from the once taut of her stomach spread over the surface of the bed, the sockets of her head bore no eyes, the bloodstained ivory of her teeth widely exposed from the removal of her once plush, lustrous lips. She had been brutally mutilated and the bed of Kayden Morning-Star was her final resting place.

With a quick yank of the cover it had torn over her body, thrown to flutter to the center of the room to ripple against the marble floor. A devilish grin pulled at his bloodless lips, smoldering steel hues rolling their wanton vision over the disaster to enjoy the horrific scene spread over his bed; this was all too beautiful to him, mortals were the perfect source to fulfill his deepest, darkest, violent desires.

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Jynx: The bright girl woke up every morning, with a hint of a smile on her fake. A smile that nearly looked like a smirk, so at times, people questioned her face with such a...kind aura, let's say. The sun shone with a bright awakening, clouds draping over the blue sky, almost as if they were sown in like patchwork. She examined this sky, having only been awake for a few minutes. She was in one of her cute little night gowns. Pristine white with lace and bows to match. She only owned clothing like this. She looked like a toned down lolli. Noticeable, but not out there. A stretch she did first, then a  yawn followed, escaping her pale pink lips. The girl turned, joyfully stepping to her closet to get ready. Her electric blue eyes scanned her clothing, seeing the usual outfit of an adorable little black and white dress, that was fluffy at the end. A black pair of mary-Jane's adorned her feet, with white lacy socks that went up to her knees. After she had dressed herself in such clothing, she equipped a brush to brush her slightly knotted light blue hair, coming to a little above her shoulders. 5'5 in height, and 100 pounds walked out of the front door, with a few dollar bills in hand. She was off to visit the sweets store, like she often did.