Within the Strong Holds of Her Soul
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Home at Last
Chapter Two
Home at Last
Alana Copyrighted by her sweet self!
Pokemon, hedgehogs(sonic based) and pretty much anything else here that seems like you’ve read or seen it somewhere else before (unless stated) are copyrights of their respective owners.. of whom I am not sure I remember which is which! >_>!!
The boat ride was uneventful to say the least, soon Rondel found himself and the creator stood upon the shady river edge. Looking about, he found nothing of interest.. save for the graveyard off in the distance.. that could be of use later.
She took his hand. Such a gentle grip.. was there any form of power within this girl? Of this he was not sure. She lead him down a small dirt path that lead off from the river bed. He expected anything at this point, anything at all.. her creations, should they be that of the demi goddess Rage, the hyperactive hedgehog Nelly, the feline mirror of herself Trinity, or the secretive side that was shown through her innocent Electra they riachu hybrid.
But he was not ready for another creator! She had raced past him and pounced the girl that held his hand, before he could blink. All he knew was a blur of copper and raven black passed by him. It d ond only take a few moments for the shock to wear off, and soon twin giggles were filling the air as now two females lay on the ground before him.
As soon as she had surpassed the humor that had over taken her, the creator Pen as she wished to be called, looked up to Rondel and introduced her friend as Alana, or Lani. These two seemed to know each other well, quite well indeed , for as he had looked away to something in the woods, one had thought to sneak a quick peak on the cheek of the other.. thinking he did not see, but of course he did.
The two girls talked non stop from there on, walking ahead of Rondel as he glowered, enraged that he had lost the chance to spill the elven looking girl’s blood there in the forest. Now he had another one to deal with, and not just a creation but a creator! He still was unsure of one girl’s power, two was unsettling...
The dirt path gave way to soft grass, pale with new growth. He followed in silence, watching the sway of hips before him.. ‘no!’ he shook his head to clear his mind ‘not now.. there will be time for that later...’ he scolded himself mentally, knowing that the task at hand was more important then the inviting view before him.
Soon the almost unseen path opened to a clearing. “no one knows of this place yet. I haven’t moved my ‘children’ here, nor does Ramsey know” Children? ‘ah yes.. most creators feel a kinship for the beings that come alive in their stories and images..’ Rondel gave a small nod and a grin that he had to hid.. so she was alone here? The cards seemed more in his favor now.. “wait here! I’ll go take down the barrier, THIS time I have spell guarded my home.. I’ll let Ramsey tell you why later!” with that she raced over the small patch of green that rose and hid the horizon from their view. Leaving Lani alone with Rondel.
“so.. enjoy the view back there?” her voice was soft and inviting as she spoke without looking to him, only watching as her companion had raced off over the small hill side. “hnm?” Rondel gave a small grunt que question, if she wished to speak to him, she should turn and face him... “I know you have been watching my ass, Rondel. And I can smell the desire all about you.”
For once in his life, he felt blood rushing to color his face, and he would give a cough to clear his throat and mind.. she ho meo mention that soft backside of her’s... “something wrong?” she would turn to look to him, smirking as she caught the discoloration in his cheeks. “my my, Rondel, one would think by the hue you have taken on.. that I might have sparked a flame under that cold skin of yours.”
This was beginning to make him a bit uncomfortable. He felt a tightening in his normally loose dark slacks, and a dry taste in his mouth.. not to mention a bit of being light headed .. it seemed all the blood was rushing from his head.. to a lower region he refused to acknowledge.
And of course she would take notice of this. “seems... something has gotten your attention..” a light flick of her fingers across taught material sent a shiver down his spine and then.. she was gone? He looked about, almost franticly, to find her walking up the hill side.. apparently he had allowed his defenses to drop as the raven hair one had gotten a bit friendly.. only to leave him hungry for something.. his instincts were near to taking over.. ‘not yet.. soon.. but not yet...’
He followed her, his eyes following the sway of her hips.. he could not help but dream of burying part of himself within that soft ass that now seemed to give more then what was needed sway with each step.. was she inviting him to lose himself? To take her on the hill side? Was she wanting him to revert back to the beast he could so easily be? Well.. if she wanted that.. then she was about to get it...
Rondel closed in quickly on her, the space between them melted away as he showed a bit of the secrets he held.. around the two the sky seemed to darken and melt down till all Alana would see was a blur of dark shadows all about her.. and strong hands cupping her full, pale breasts. “wha..” her question was broke off as black tee she wore melted away with the shadows.. showing no hindering clothing beneath.
She would have panicked right then and there but as she started to scream, a mouth clamped down over her own, a tongue darting and dancing against hers, daring her to respond.. and for some reason, she could not refuse.. part of her was screaming to be let go, and part seemed drugged, and wanting more. Rondel smirked as he heard her give a small squeal, and attempt to push him away in protest as one hand had traveled south in eager searching... her skirt melting away in the same fashion as he Tee had done,vingving her before him as something from a Greek myth.. her skin gold and copper, her hair cascading down in ebony waves.. a slight feverish hue painted along her cheeks and under her closed eyes.
He marveled when he found the patch of matching ebony, so neatly trimmed and shimmering already with the dew he had urged forth. The soft coos and moans that came as his fingers sought and found a tiny nub of flesh.. pressing lightly then flicking his finger in a rhythmic pattern. He was well pleased as she writhed in his arms, wordlessly pleading for release.. wither it be by his hand or actually allowing her free from this hold.
“Alana? Rondel? Where are you two?” She woke suddenly to find herself clothed and laying in the grass of the hillside, a smirking Rondel by her side. “don't play games, little one...” with that he stood and walked away, to the searching Pen.. leaving Alana to finish the sentence in her mind, don't play games with fire, and yet.. was she not as fiery to return the games?
Pen would find Rondel approaching, looking well pleased for some reason.. he was followed by a bedazzled Alana.. who seemed rather.. anxious. “Is something wrong, Lani_chan?” the question was given a simple answer of ‘no no, just tired.’ And a soft smile. She always was well trained at masking what was truly on her mind.
Pen grasped her friend’s hand and with an inviting smile, lead the girl up the rest of the hill side, Rondel close to folls als always.. there.. just as the hillside melted away to the land it hid so secretively, was her home.
“welcome.. to Dark Haven, my home...” Her hand swept out in a motion for them to follow... revealing a shady grove.. the garden was filled with roses as dark as the pitch of midnight.. this lead to what seemed a Victorian manor.. but it held a look that no true manor could.. eerie and foreboding, not to mention where white paint should be.. there was gray and black. She looked back to the two she had lead her.. only to see shocked expressions.. this pleased her.. everyone would know the darkness and pain of her heart, as it was manifested in her home.
“Welcome, and may the gods have pity on your souls...”
End Chapter two
I hope you have enjoyed the story so far ^_^ as you can see, we all have a lil bit of evil in us all!
Home at Last
Alana Copyrighted by her sweet self!
Pokemon, hedgehogs(sonic based) and pretty much anything else here that seems like you’ve read or seen it somewhere else before (unless stated) are copyrights of their respective owners.. of whom I am not sure I remember which is which! >_>!!
The boat ride was uneventful to say the least, soon Rondel found himself and the creator stood upon the shady river edge. Looking about, he found nothing of interest.. save for the graveyard off in the distance.. that could be of use later.
She took his hand. Such a gentle grip.. was there any form of power within this girl? Of this he was not sure. She lead him down a small dirt path that lead off from the river bed. He expected anything at this point, anything at all.. her creations, should they be that of the demi goddess Rage, the hyperactive hedgehog Nelly, the feline mirror of herself Trinity, or the secretive side that was shown through her innocent Electra they riachu hybrid.
But he was not ready for another creator! She had raced past him and pounced the girl that held his hand, before he could blink. All he knew was a blur of copper and raven black passed by him. It d ond only take a few moments for the shock to wear off, and soon twin giggles were filling the air as now two females lay on the ground before him.
As soon as she had surpassed the humor that had over taken her, the creator Pen as she wished to be called, looked up to Rondel and introduced her friend as Alana, or Lani. These two seemed to know each other well, quite well indeed , for as he had looked away to something in the woods, one had thought to sneak a quick peak on the cheek of the other.. thinking he did not see, but of course he did.
The two girls talked non stop from there on, walking ahead of Rondel as he glowered, enraged that he had lost the chance to spill the elven looking girl’s blood there in the forest. Now he had another one to deal with, and not just a creation but a creator! He still was unsure of one girl’s power, two was unsettling...
The dirt path gave way to soft grass, pale with new growth. He followed in silence, watching the sway of hips before him.. ‘no!’ he shook his head to clear his mind ‘not now.. there will be time for that later...’ he scolded himself mentally, knowing that the task at hand was more important then the inviting view before him.
Soon the almost unseen path opened to a clearing. “no one knows of this place yet. I haven’t moved my ‘children’ here, nor does Ramsey know” Children? ‘ah yes.. most creators feel a kinship for the beings that come alive in their stories and images..’ Rondel gave a small nod and a grin that he had to hid.. so she was alone here? The cards seemed more in his favor now.. “wait here! I’ll go take down the barrier, THIS time I have spell guarded my home.. I’ll let Ramsey tell you why later!” with that she raced over the small patch of green that rose and hid the horizon from their view. Leaving Lani alone with Rondel.
“so.. enjoy the view back there?” her voice was soft and inviting as she spoke without looking to him, only watching as her companion had raced off over the small hill side. “hnm?” Rondel gave a small grunt que question, if she wished to speak to him, she should turn and face him... “I know you have been watching my ass, Rondel. And I can smell the desire all about you.”
For once in his life, he felt blood rushing to color his face, and he would give a cough to clear his throat and mind.. she ho meo mention that soft backside of her’s... “something wrong?” she would turn to look to him, smirking as she caught the discoloration in his cheeks. “my my, Rondel, one would think by the hue you have taken on.. that I might have sparked a flame under that cold skin of yours.”
This was beginning to make him a bit uncomfortable. He felt a tightening in his normally loose dark slacks, and a dry taste in his mouth.. not to mention a bit of being light headed .. it seemed all the blood was rushing from his head.. to a lower region he refused to acknowledge.
And of course she would take notice of this. “seems... something has gotten your attention..” a light flick of her fingers across taught material sent a shiver down his spine and then.. she was gone? He looked about, almost franticly, to find her walking up the hill side.. apparently he had allowed his defenses to drop as the raven hair one had gotten a bit friendly.. only to leave him hungry for something.. his instincts were near to taking over.. ‘not yet.. soon.. but not yet...’
He followed her, his eyes following the sway of her hips.. he could not help but dream of burying part of himself within that soft ass that now seemed to give more then what was needed sway with each step.. was she inviting him to lose himself? To take her on the hill side? Was she wanting him to revert back to the beast he could so easily be? Well.. if she wanted that.. then she was about to get it...
Rondel closed in quickly on her, the space between them melted away as he showed a bit of the secrets he held.. around the two the sky seemed to darken and melt down till all Alana would see was a blur of dark shadows all about her.. and strong hands cupping her full, pale breasts. “wha..” her question was broke off as black tee she wore melted away with the shadows.. showing no hindering clothing beneath.
She would have panicked right then and there but as she started to scream, a mouth clamped down over her own, a tongue darting and dancing against hers, daring her to respond.. and for some reason, she could not refuse.. part of her was screaming to be let go, and part seemed drugged, and wanting more. Rondel smirked as he heard her give a small squeal, and attempt to push him away in protest as one hand had traveled south in eager searching... her skirt melting away in the same fashion as he Tee had done,vingving her before him as something from a Greek myth.. her skin gold and copper, her hair cascading down in ebony waves.. a slight feverish hue painted along her cheeks and under her closed eyes.
He marveled when he found the patch of matching ebony, so neatly trimmed and shimmering already with the dew he had urged forth. The soft coos and moans that came as his fingers sought and found a tiny nub of flesh.. pressing lightly then flicking his finger in a rhythmic pattern. He was well pleased as she writhed in his arms, wordlessly pleading for release.. wither it be by his hand or actually allowing her free from this hold.
“Alana? Rondel? Where are you two?” She woke suddenly to find herself clothed and laying in the grass of the hillside, a smirking Rondel by her side. “don't play games, little one...” with that he stood and walked away, to the searching Pen.. leaving Alana to finish the sentence in her mind, don't play games with fire, and yet.. was she not as fiery to return the games?
Pen would find Rondel approaching, looking well pleased for some reason.. he was followed by a bedazzled Alana.. who seemed rather.. anxious. “Is something wrong, Lani_chan?” the question was given a simple answer of ‘no no, just tired.’ And a soft smile. She always was well trained at masking what was truly on her mind.
Pen grasped her friend’s hand and with an inviting smile, lead the girl up the rest of the hill side, Rondel close to folls als always.. there.. just as the hillside melted away to the land it hid so secretively, was her home.
“welcome.. to Dark Haven, my home...” Her hand swept out in a motion for them to follow... revealing a shady grove.. the garden was filled with roses as dark as the pitch of midnight.. this lead to what seemed a Victorian manor.. but it held a look that no true manor could.. eerie and foreboding, not to mention where white paint should be.. there was gray and black. She looked back to the two she had lead her.. only to see shocked expressions.. this pleased her.. everyone would know the darkness and pain of her heart, as it was manifested in her home.
“Welcome, and may the gods have pity on your souls...”
End Chapter two
I hope you have enjoyed the story so far ^_^ as you can see, we all have a lil bit of evil in us all!