dread, {wynona :o}

[x isabella.]

s e t h r o s

The evening was oddly cold, and the heavy winds made even Sethros shiver a bit. A light, somewhat eerie fog could be seen, hiding anything more than several feet away. The wind caused the towers around him to creak; had he been any normal sort of person, Sethros probably wouldn't have come to this area. Fortunately--not maybe not to fortunately--he wasn't; he was one of the Banished. A darker sort of people, obviously banished from the lands protected by the Guardians for whatever seemingly evil deeds they'd done. With his hands in his long black overcoat, he walked through the towers, weaving his way around each. The collar of his coat was turned up, casting a shadow on his pale jaw and neck. His head was down, not that he had to hide from anything. This place was as good as dead; Sethros had barely seen a spark of life other than his servant who came and went, Fatin.

Just thinking of the girl made Sethros's lip curl. He'd sent her out nearly a week before, to find a watch of important value, important to himself anyways. His bright autumn eyes flashed with anger and narrowed. He could only imagine what she was doing. If she came back empty-handed again, there would be a price to pay. Sethros wasn't going to let her off so easy this time, as much as he favored the servant he'd spent so much time with. Where is she? He growled to himself again. The man was growing impatient with her inability to get things done quickly. She always had to take her sweet time--as if she knew how much waiting annoyed her master. A box lay in front of him. With a smirk, he kicked the wooden crate, adding a blast of his magic to blow it to smithereens. The dark wooden pieces lay around his feet; he kicked through them without a second though of cleaning up. If someone--whoever lived in this desolate place--wanted it clean, they could do that himself. Sethros would do nearly whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. Of course, there were times he'd think about it first, but in general, he could be pretty reckless.

He found his way to the tower he had been meaning to visit for quite a while. Sethros had seen a woman disappear into here a couple days before; and hadn't seen her sister. She seemed familiar, but he knew they hadn't spoken before. Still, his curiosity drove him to venture to her supposed tower. He arrived, and walked up several steps; his footsteps seemed too loud in the nearly silent towers. It was as though being too loud would alert an enemy of his presence. But what enemy could Sethros possibly have out here--perhaps he'd make one of this woman? Before him now was a door. He didn't hesitate before reaching out and knocking quite loudly on it, three times total. Sethros hoped this woman was at least somewhat pleasant, and it'd be even better if she wasn't that bad looking as well. Maybe there would be something here that would make him dread this place less than he did currently.

[Miss Fifi]

-*Wynona*-
Soon I know you'll see you're just like me

A pleasant hum reverberated throughout the stark, half-empty rooms of the tallest tower, accompanied by the rhythmic clicking of heels. A tall and sleek woman dressed in a strikingly crimson-red bodice and pleated skirt sauntered down the long and dank hallways, a variety of dangerous looking objects cradled in her arms. She kicked open a door with her heeled, strapped boots that led to a circular pit with stone walls and flooring. The metal knick-knacks she held in the crooks of her elbows clanged and jangled with every prowling step she took as she stalked to the other side of the small arena and dropped them all onto a rusty steel table.

With her painted forefinger to her ruby lips she glanced around, her brow furrowed in thought.

How can we make this whole experience a bit more... pleasant?

Wynona was already giddy with excitement about her returning treat, something she had been thirsting for for what seemed like eons. This was a night to celebrate indeed, and she had her own little way of doing just that. Images of her pet dancing so gracefully and ensnaring the brutish woman flowed through her mind like a melodious song as she swayed back and forth, eager to get a taste of their pulsating souls.

It was only a matter of time, now. Surely she couldn't disappoint after all she went through to bring them here.

"After all, what's a party without a little metal?"

[/b] she thought out loud, grinning with self-satisfaction.

Just as she was beginning to make her final preparations for her honored guests, a rather irritating and uninvited knocking sounded at her door. Her temper flared for just a mere moment before simmering down back underneath her calm facade. This intruder would be dealt with.

Stalking across the barren foyer to the wooden door with partially broken windows, Wynona peered through the peephole only to see a little man glaring back at her. He had an aura of such darkness and aggravation that she couldn't help but to smirk.

Perhaps the party has started already.

She daintily lifted the hatch of the doorway and slid it open without a sound. With a mock gasp she drew back a step and stared at the stranger with wide eyes. Every step she took towards him made the pulse of his soul that much more appetizing. Oh, the things she could do with this one.

Placing her hands on her hips she clicked her tongue at him and wagged her finger with disapproval. "Showing up unfashionably early for a party... How shrewd. But I do suppose I was getting rather lonely in this drab old place... Please, I implore you,"[/b] She stepped downward so they were face to face. Her two fingers travelled up his arm and over his shoulder till they reached the crook of his neck. Wynona twirled a lock of his onyx hair between her thumb and forefinger, both of which were painted with a shimmering gold."Come in. Make yourself at home, cupcake."

Her eyes gleamed with delight. This could be much more exciting than she had once hoped.


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-Don't scream anymore my love cause all I want is you-[/size][/color]

[x isabella.]

s e t h r o s

When Sethros walked up to the door, he certainly hadn't expected to see a beautiful woman. He kept his expression neutral as she trailed her hand up his arm, though a flicker of uncertainty briefly shone his eyes eyes when her skin touched his directly. A mental shock traveled through is body; a demon? he almost growled out loud. Sethros usually hated these creatures; he had such horrible luck with them. He smirked, he would have to be careful with this one. Confidently, Sethros walked past the woman at her invitation and looked around, surveying his surroundings.

"I apologize for coming here uninvited. I did not know you were hosting a party." Sethros told her, shrugging it off. He could only imagine what sort of "party" this woman was having and he certainly did not want to stick around for it. He had been invited to a party hosted by a lovely demon several years ago. That had not ended well; Sethros nearly became some sort of meal to the woman. If this demon was anything like the other, he'd have to watch her pretty closely.

Sethros turned towards her, his eyes scrutinizing. "Is the boy here? I recall seeing a boy around here a week or so ago." He said simply; actually quite curious. Perhaps that was because the towers were so empty. Sethros gazed blankly at her, but he was actually waiting for her reaction. He wanted to figure her out; to determine whether this woman would be an enemy or a potential ally.

[Miss Fifi]

-*Wynona*-
Soon I know you'll see you're just like me

Wynona's cat-like eyes locked onto the morsel as he trudged into her decrepit home, like a little mouse wandering into the lion's den. As soon as he was two steps away from the threshold, the iron door behind them slammed shut with a violent echo. Wynona hung back and leaned against the doorway, her hands fondling the doorknob as she watched him with a careful eye.

He already knew too much for her liking, that much she could tell.

The questions began to circle in her mind as a calm facade washed over her expression. Who was he? Did he live here as well? Had he been watching the two of them? If so, was this truly just an innocent visit? She highly doubted it, but she wouldn't rock the boat just yet.

Sauntering forward with her hands folded behind her back, she drew closer to him and paced in a circular path, her striding steps long and calculating.

"...Boy?"

[/color] She paused with a mask of confusion twisting her expression. Her eyes lit up with recognition and she laughed to herself as she added, "Ah, yes! My boy, Fiore. He's a personal assistant I hired a few years ago. Poor dear didn't have any family. He should be returning shortly with our guests. Then the party shall truly begin."[/color]

As will my feast, she thought with a smirk.

Smoothly she prowled across the room and reclined on the scarlet-upholstered chaise lounge that was placed in the middle of the commodious, warehouse-like space. With a snap of her fingers and a small puff of smoke there was a glass of red liquid that sat enclosed between her fingers. Casually she took a sip and exhaled with pleasure. Looking back up at her guest she gestured at the seat beside her. Within that same moment another glass of the same beverage appeared on the end table dividing the two chairs.

"Do tell, darling. How did one such as yourself manage to find your way into such a dismal place?"[/color] The stories of the Banished were always interesting and infuriating at the same time, considering the effects of the tyrannical reign of the Guardians. She would take care of that soon enough. However, it couldn't be done alone.

She was wondering wistfully by a stroke of great luck that maybe this stranger might just be the answer to all of her troubles.

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-Don't scream anymore my love cause all I want is you-[/size][/color]

[x isabella.]

s e t h r o s

Sethros followed the woman to the seat in which he sat, scrutinizing her every move. Eying the glass beside him warily, he wondered just what it held. Silently, he cursed himself. Why had he walked into her home without knowing her intentions? He felt exposed not knowing his surroundings. Still, he kept a neutral look on his face, not daring to alert the woman of any of his thoughts. Which led him to an agitating conclusion. He couldn't read her.

That statement alone annoyed Sethros to the point where he wanted to throw something across the room. The glass beside him was a good candidate. Sethros had always had a terrible temper, it was something he almost couldn't control--almost.

"Unfortunately, I don't wish to take part in your 'party'." Sethros told her, his voice void of emotion. He casually looked around the room, taking in every detail, before turning to the woman with a sly smile. Her next question led to Sethros pursing his lips. Oh, how he hated the reason he had been banished. Not only had he been banished, but he also hadn't even succeeded.

Sethros glanced at her before letting out an almost inaudible sigh. "Ah, well, I may have attempted to kill a Guardian." Sethros told her, shrugging it off as though it was nothing.

His eyes widened slightly at that moment. He didn't even know this woman's name, yet he told her something very few people knew. Sethros turned to the woman. "I've just realized I've come into your house without knowing your name!" He let out a slow chuckle. "I'm Sethros King. And what are you called?"

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I'm soooooooooorrrrryyyyy!

[Miss Fifi]

-*Wynona*-
Soon I know you'll see you're just like me

Wynona glanced at her guest quizzically at his obvious suspicion. These mortal creatures were always so amusing, questioning every little detail, looking for hidden dangers that frequently only existed in their paranoid minds. In this case, however, her little house guest had quite the right to worry, but she dare not give any inkling to that. She would be a gracious, non-threatening, gentle host for as long as the wariness still lingered in his eyes. After all, good things come to those who wait.

Wynona's neutral expression twisted into a smirk as his antics grew more entertaining by the moment. This one had a quick and surly fuse.

"Then what's keeping you here, love? Surely it can't just be fascination,"

[/b] she said coyly.

Wynona's expression brightened in genuine surprise at his answer to the all-important question. The potential of this angsty little boy was growing exponentially. Not many had the guts or the gonads to go directly for the throats of such astral beings. Even she did a good amount of beating around the bush before lunging at Raphael's throat.

Wynona only smiled slyly as he inquired her name. She rose sleekly from her seat and bent over, daintily setting her glass on the table. Like a slinking panther she stalked in a small circle around the chair he reclined in, her fingertips trailing the wooden frame as she slid along.

"I'm called many things by many people."[/b] She stopped her pacing and hiked her leg over onto the arm of the chair, the rest of her body smoothly following until she sat sideways a few inches from her houseguest. "You, Sethros King, may call me Wynona."[/b]


[Lol i have no idea what else to say]
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-Don't scream anymore my love cause all I want is you-[/size][/color]