Trying out [Ana-Invite]

February 26th 2012 - Around 22:00

Namaah stood crouched on top of what once had been a pillar holding some sort of statue, looking to the deserted area of the town around him. His bat-like wings folded around his body like a sort of cape gave him a look that was between regal and feral, revealing few portions of his dark blue hued skin and showing up there was a general lack of the armor he was used to grow on his body. The breath was slow and well timed as if he was to recover from some lightly fatiguing exercises.

"You're doing way better at flying..."

The voice of Ahuva spoke in Wyl's mind as they shared the common body of his demonic form, something which the succubus always insisted over was about him practicing as much as he could over the features of this special state of existance. Just recently he came up with the ability to radically change his performances doing so and it happened thanks to the costant and diligent training the mother had imposed on her son. The Succubi took control for a bit, just to savor the feeling of Namaah grinning at the thought of people believing the Succubi subspecie being only a bunch of lazy horny women.

"Well, most of them are mom..."

Wyl's voice said mentally in reaction to the thought shared through the link. He knew there were others able to perform such a thing, others that forced their contracts with a demon at a more mature age. The young ritualist wondered how it has been for them to learn control over a such different body. Ahuva had him start as a child, somewhere outside the Necropolis there was even a dead tree where they marked Wyl's height on a year long basis. Namaah chuckled as Wyl wondered about bringing Daciana to see it. With good chances the girl was going to get the hell scared out of her due to just his appearance when joined with his mother, the whole Necropolis would be even worse to her. Something that even Ahuva had to sadly agree with.

Namaah let out a deep sigh spreading his wings and flapping them a little, revealing his toned muscles in doing so. Looking around he searched for some elements to use in his flying practice so that he could improve the mastery over the more complicated maneveurs, like U turns, evasive rolls and acrobatic movements. Tonight he was going to make up for a lot of session he had skipped in the past weeks due to the recent events happening in his life.

SO. It seemed Ana had been spending more time in Regal than she had with her actual master- but then again- things were different. Analee was changing and it made her both stronger and weaker. Who did she serve if not Ba'al? Her resolve felt like a sliver as she was just a slave demon- all she had ever known was that and- dancing.

Well she couldn't really serve anybody in Regal Necropolis, but she could dance. By herself in an isolated area, she hummed a tune and simply did a ditty. She had nowhere to be- no one bothered her, because she was Ana. For some reason, she had managed to sneak her way with life and sucessfully kept herself alive. Most weak demons were devoured, but something obviously had plans for Ana and she knew it wasn't Satan. Who it WAS? She hadn't the foggiest.

Her hips swayed and feet twirled. The clothes she wore were one of the two of her mortal form. Straps of practically see-through fabric wrapped around her, but managed to conceal her bare body in a JUST conservative way. Every time her body spun, her fabric flayed and followed like an appendage- not to mention her red hair. Naturally, as was usual, she remained without shoes. Despite how much she was wearing, she wasn't actually wearing much at all.

Namaah arched an eyebrow as his wandering eyes found a lone figure dancing amongst the ruins. For sure it couldn't be a human, despite the clearly humans appearances no one of mortal kin would travel to Inferis and DANCE. It was something that made him curious nonetheless, curious enough to let him spread his black wings and let his body fall forward, silently gliding toward the figure like a stealth fighter.

A single flap of his wings allowed him to gain quote and lay on top of a ruined palace, crouching over parts of the destroyed balconies to observe the dancer figure wondering if she managed to notice him. Her appareance was the one of a human, her actions were really human like and yet the whole area around her gave the dancer out as a member of demonkind. Oh well, Dancing Demons weren't as rare, his mother being one as well and well it was one of the most useful art to tempt mortals. Music could move hearts, but shacking hips could move a lot of other things, sometime even kingdoms.

She was cute and well shaped, inside him Ahuva teased the son into trying his strenght against hers and into claiming her body. Just a tease, though, as she knew that there was more than the eye would meet and for being able to dance so carelessy like that, the Demon was bound to have either good skills or powerful protectors. And yet the thought of forcefully taking her was more tempting to the female succubi than her half demonic son. Silly at it was, for now Namaah seemed to simply enjoy the performance, his wings folded around him once more to mimic a cape of dark silk.

Ana continued to cluelessly dance about as if she hadn't a care in the world. As true as this fact was, it was just strange that a demon could be so carefree.  It was her specialty: Happiness and bringing happiness.  Or- at least she tried to.  Most people found this enthusiasm to be annoying and didn't appreciate it.  It didn't stop her though.  She would appreciate her life after death and try her best to make those smiles to reappear.

Her body rolled and twirled for a while until she was breathless.  Needless to say this would take a while, but since she'd been dancing for a long time, it didn't seem nearly as long.  Her feet slowed until she stopped and flopped onto the ground with a heavy breath.  "I need to practice more," she murmured to herself.  It was strange speaking in Arabic for the first time in a while.  If she had been human, she'd assume it to be a naive language- it felt so right to speak, but few understood it.  

She pulled out a canteen and sipped some water from the contents.  Delicious cooling water filled her mouth.  It wasn't really needed, but it did help her recovery a bit.  She rarely ran out of energy: her body just kept going, but it had been at least a few days since her last rest.  Sleep would be needed in a day or two.

"Indeed you do..." Namaah's voice spoke, low, sensual as the demonic figure crouched and presented himself to the dancing demon's sight. He recognized arabic and spoke to her in kind, tempting, soothing. "...but the performance was pleasant to the sight nonetheless." The being added, his blades tail moving with an hypnotic rythm as he walked still crouched up to a boulder and sat on it giving the female demon another feral look, not hostile but something like untamed, wild.

"From the appearances you look stronger..." Ahuva commented inside their shared form's mind. "...nonetheless nice curves here, she'd make nice abusing material..." She added in a tune that should have delivered her jesting intentions.

"Commitment anyone?" Wyl's deadpan reply came quick and direct as the demon known as Namaah kept looking at the other one, still crouching on the boulder, his claws extened to get a good hold on it, but not at full battle lenght. It was amusing to him, a dancing demon so similar to his mother and yet so different due the lack of any succubi feature on her.

"I wonder if there's a part two coming up..." Again, his voice was feral and soft at the same time. Something like the hissing of a tempting serpent. A little feminine, but that was something Wyl wasn't really prone to accept. Namaah stretched his wings and waited for the female being's reactions. A little bit of curiousity in his mind and somewhat transpiring by his eyes.

Arabic?! What?! Ana was pleasantly surprised, but still relatively shocked. Her head turned to stare at the speaker with a look of awe. Since when did anyone speak that outside from her? Her lips curled into a smile and she laughed a bit.

It was natural to be a bit shy of her own movements. However, she felt oddly privileged to speak and even dance before someone whom knew about her language at least. Her eyes were a lit up green. "You speak Arabic?" She was astonished that she could understand him. It didn't take much to astonish Ana though. She was simple in nature. Although, she was complex for a demon. Complex in the way that she didn't act like others, as opposed to the complex as it was hard to guess what she was thinking (which was normally nothing).

Her body bent into a curtsy and then rolled back to her upright position. Lips pulled into a brighter smile and she spoke once more. "I don't exactly have a new part picked out, but if you have any sort of idea, I could portray it." Suddenly she paused and stretched her arms. Her body twisted to do a pose, then slid into another position to show her eagerness for the dance. It was just how Ana was. "Maybe you could even join?"

"Demons speak many languages, Arabic happened to be amongst the ones I know..." Namaah replied keeping up his demonic act. A demon surprised by another one speaking arabic though was a rare occurrance, the middle eastern language was, after all, known to many practictioner of the obscure arts. For them to not know it, was like missing part of the tools of the trade.

"I was always curious about these serpentine arabic dances." Namaah replied with a soft voice, still keeping his language arabian as he felt it was pretty fitting and in theme for his request. "Something that would tempt mortals maybe?" He added, there was a teasing and challenging tune in his words as he said so. As he wished to see if the demon was a seductress like his mother or just a dancer with a pretty body.

Then her words stroke an hit on his demonic nature.

"When demons like me join a dance, it becomes personal..." His mind went blank as he lost control of his human nature, his voice a low and sensual whisper to the female demon. There was no hostility and with good chances she would get the subtle meaning of his words, but nonetheless he felt to add more. "...that's if you feel brave enough to dance with me."

Inside Namaah dual coscience, a small part of it, something owned by Wyl felt pretty bad about what he said right now. Luckily though the female demon was going to have little to no interest into seducing someone of her own species, so he didn't worried too much about it.

The part of conscience shared by Ahuva though went lenghts to hide her chuckles at the thought that Wyl had not considered him being the one seducing her. This, from a Succubi point of view, was going to be fun.

Well, now she felt like she was slow. Was she the only demon to know a few languages? It kind of made her sad, but she didn't like that feeling. Sadness was what she rejected; it was why she was happy. That feeling could be smothered when one buried it under enough smiles and maybe even some more dancing. Nothing had to be felt when she could distract herself from it.

Ana was ready to try the dance anything he requested, but then he spoke. To seduce mortals? Well Ana wasn't exactly sure how to seduce mortals- in fact she hadn't seduced a person in her life (that she'd known of). What did she need to do for that? Maybe a simple morale dance would do, but-

Something about how his voice changed- the words spoken and how he simply looked at her. Ana nearly lost control of her knees. Her body felt like jell-o. Hot jell-o. Her ears were on fire and her cheeks matched up to it. She wasn't sure she could move from the spot to be honest. It wasn't because he'd called her pretty- it wasn't even and yet she felt like she was quivering with the odd sensation of melting.

"Uhmm w-well." It seemed she forgot how to speak which was embarrassing. Not to mention that Ana's inability to act like a demon really gave her a handicap when speaking to an incubus like this. Had she ever danced WITH anyone? As opposed to BY someone? She really couldn't recall, but her brain was mush anyways.

It only took her a moment to recover and pull a smile back on. That was the good thing about being Ana. She wasn't usually afflicted long, besides he just wanted to dance- right? Though what did he mean about personal. anyways? Her body was back to normal and she smiled. "Well, what dances do you know? Not a lot of demons know more than the bumps and grinds."

Her finger held up as if she had an idea. "Naturally there a lot of others and though it is hard to move without music, I suppose if you want to just do interpretive dance beside each other, that works as well." Her fangs shown for a moment as she laughed. "I mean.. if that's what you want. I hope I don't offend."

"Which dances I know?" Namaah said from behind her, how he managed to flap his wings and glide so quick there was a mystery or a testament to his speed. "I know a lot of them, from many ages..." The demon had his wings collected around his body, the small claws on top of them locked like a cape brooch and was now walking around her like a predator, his bare chest covered only by his black silk-like wings.

"Dances to celebrate happiness, dances to be joyful together, dances to seduce, to attract interests..." He went silent for a little, getting close from his back and whispering into her ear. "Dances to mate and scream in pleasure until dawn." This bit was Ahuva forcefully taking control, the moment being right for her to step in and have her fun. Wyl was pretty annoyed by that, but it was the price he had to pay for the shared body.

The next time Namaah stepped in front of her sight, he looked way more feminine, his forms having shaped in such a little time. His voice has become slightly more gentler and sensual as well. "Which one you would like to try, my little butterfly?" It was still Wyl's voice, his coscience was still annoyed a little but at least he had some victory feeling about having been able to block his mother from going all the way with her sneak use of his shapeshifting abilities.

"I. Said. No. Breasts."

"And for the music..." The voice was still feminine as Namaah moved on her back, passing one of the long nails along her spine, slowly using it to slightly pierce her flesh so to spill a single droplet of her blood collecting it on the top of said nail. "...I'd say you have a beautiful voice and will be likely be able to provide a fitting music for our dance." It was a whisper said right as he returned in front of her, slowly and sensually using the tip of his tongue to collect said droplet and pass it on the lips like a perverted lipstick. The evil grin on the now crimson hued lips mirrored the one that Ahuva's coscience was having as well.

Ana's brain was fried. It was like nothing made sense; she had no idea how to convey her thoughts. He wanted to dance with her, he suddenly looked like girly. It shouldn't have been as shocking as it was. Many demons could change shapes and looks and succubi were one of those types. Still- it was rather odd to have one coming onto her.

Wasn't Lucrum an incubus? He'd never come onto her- so why this being was, Ana couldn't comprehend. Demons were confusing to her and she WAS one. Ana sighed and looked on with a dazed expression. Pain struck in her spine and she clenched in obvious conflicting pain and pleasure. "P-please don't- M-master would be displeased." Her body wriggled in a very disoriented manner. "And- I well- I don't sing very well."

"Master?" Was she a demonic slave? The word bondage flashed in his mind, yet it seemed to tempting, soo luring, to have her betray her loyalty looking for pleasure coming from him. He wanted to stay commited to Daciana, but to be fair he had to keep his ends of the bargain with his mother as well. As she shared her body with his in the merging to allow him to stay safe, it was only fair that he at least helped the Succubi to have some fun. Just teasing, not bringing it too far.

"A bad master for not keeping you tied to a bed on silk threads made red by your blood." He again had reached for her back, slowly leaning to whisper. "Doing things that would end with you screaming in pleasure so loud that the angels themselves from their heavenly seats would end up blushing in shame." Again, he kept moving, slowly, ferally, around her.

"And as for your singing voice..." He suddenly grabbed Analee by her shoulders, keeping her firm in place as his teeth found their way upon her skin. He had been considerate enough to refrain himself from doing anything that would leave a mark on her. First because he didn't wanted the Demon Dancer to end up in troubles, second because he felt about marking only his girlfriend. Nonetheless the misture of bite and kiss that he gave to the demonic woman had Ahuva's thousands of years of experience behind it, something that was meant to tease reactions out of Namaah's poor prey.

The man continued spilling words to her.  Ana's brain could hardly understand them.  For some reason, it was like her brain shut down and refused to accept that anything was said in such a manner. The words were so fancy she couldn't respond much more than a stammered, "Wh-what?" It felt as if he was speaking in a foreign language. Her brain was a massive blur and her ears burnt.

His fingers moved up her shoulders and gave her shivers. She didn't- really understand what that feeling was. What was he doing? Ana felt overwhelmed: so confused and lost. Words continued 'As for your singing voice'. He didn't finish the sentence and instead a sharp pain drove into her shoulder. Ana's lips parted and suddenly a shout unleashed from her lips. He had bitten her on the shoulder; teeth in her flesh. Her heartbeat sped thoroughly in her chest; stirred to almost a panic.

(sorry short)

Lucrum happened to be around... Okay, well, he'd been following Ana, so what? Truth be told, he wasn't proud of it, but it was justified simply enough. She was a part of EDEN, she knew a lot. He had to make sure things were right with her, right? Right. But in reality he felt, and it pained him to admit to himself, concern for her safety. Analee definitely wasn't a fighter, and she could be tricked pretty easily.

So, instead of working the bar tonight, Lucrum crept around watching the other demon as she danced around the ruined city. She was definitely good at it, but something else had caught the incubus' eye. Another demon, it seemed, and it was making its way towards her. He wouldn't reveal himself just yet, even if he couldn't hear what was going on, so he just watched.

He sat there and watched the two the entire time, every movement, every facial expression. Even the sudden growth of breasts on the other demon. So, a shapeshifter? It and Lucrum weren't much different in that regard, but there was one difference. Lucrum knew how to seduce, and this guy was an amateur. For one, you had to know exactly what words you could use.

At the bite, Lucrum heard Ana's scream and leaped into action. He transformed into his true form as he jumped off the remains of the building he was standing atop, flying down and bringing forth Behemoth's claw. The transformation was more fluid than usual, he assumed he was just getting used to it.

"You! Cease that!' His Latin rang out hard, coming out with a growl. There wasn't any time to explain himself being there to Ana, but that was all fine to him. Tugging at the collar of his jacket, the incubus spit on the ground and pointed one of Behemoth's massive fingers at the stranger. "She is no prize of yours."

His eyes were flaming with rage at this point. If the freak didn't up and leave, it'd be a fight. If he did, it wouldn't. Simple as that, and it always was, but today... Oh, today Lucrum was hoping for the former.

Namaah had been surprised, yes, he was enjoying the moment, something the Wyl's part of his consciousness feel guilty about. Ahuva was happy as every deranged succubi could be for the moment, the teasings, the reactions from the girl. Yet something had happened and demonic creature was threatening him.

It was with a disisterested face that Namaah stopped the bite and with a flap of his massive wings that he jumped back to the ruins. In his eyes a total lack of interest and any form of challenge to the true demon. Not that Wyl had planned to go further anyway.

He didn't dignified the demon of any form of reply, not that there was the need for it. Again he spread his wings and took for the sky, planning to reach a more isolate place and break his morph, letting Wyl returning to his world and Ahuva to her.

[EXIT TOPIC]

Latin! Latin burst into her ears- or at least- she assumed it was. She could understand it and it didn't sound like demonic or Arabic. It HAD to be latin. It also sounded like how Gaius liked to shout "IT'S A GOOD DAY TO DIE" Strangely enough, he never died when he said that. Oh well. Who was she to judge, right? Her shoulder kind of stung still and she looked to see where the voice had come from.

However a quicker reaction was the feel of something pushing on her like wind on her back. She turned to look at the other demon fly away like birds did when people ran screaming at them. Then she was sad- suddenly remembering her last time on earth and chasing pigeons... that was fun. Why weren't there pigeons to chase in Inferis? Well- there were, but they were more likely to eat you than run away.

Her eyes turned back to see someone she was frankly happy to see. As was traditional, she ran and practically tackled him with a hug. "LUUUCRRUUMM!" Her eyes closed with her happiness. "What a coincidence meeting you here!" Nope- she had no idea he had followed her. The wonderful thing about Ana was that she never asked questions- well not usually.

"That's right, run on 'ome, y'git!" Lucrum grinned as the other demon flew off, and shook his massive fist at the sky. His hand shrunk back down to its normal size, and he opened it. The scar was still there from that run in with the Leapers. Marked for life, it seemed, a hole clear through his palm.

He stumbled back as Ana tackled him, but just as he was about to scold her he stopped, mouth agape. A few seconds passed, and eventually his mouth closed into a small smile. He returned the hug before he backed away from one of his few, actual friends.

"Y'alright? That bloke didn't 'urt y'or not'in'?" His eyes glanced over her shoulder to the bite mark. "Y'really need t'pay attention t'o y'angin' 'round, love. You're EDEN now, we can't 'ave y'gettin' killed." Lucrum hovered around her and gave a thorough inspection. No cuts, no bruises, she was perfectly fine. His true worry was more that she was about to be seduced, but he wouldn't let that on.

Lucrum smiled. For some reason, she felt happy about that. Though, it really wasn't strange. Ana enjoyed when others were happy, but it was odd for her to be so relieved to see a friendly face.

"Y'alright? That bloke didn't 'urt y'or not'in'?" His eyes were instantly on her shoulder, where he'd bit. For some reason, her hand moved to cover it. It wasn't like it would mark or anything- or at least she'd hope not. A slave that allowed herself to be marked by another was shameful. It wasn't against a code technically, but it WAS unorthodox and most in that situation would be stoned to death. Yeah.. stoning wasn't fun. Good thing that was older times and now it was just kind of a stern scolding. Though- it really wasn't like Ba'al had cared anyways.

Her heart sank and she felt a flicker of depression. No. That feeling had to be gone. She would strike it down with the fact she had a friend here. All the while, she smiled at Lucrum with her normal ditzy grin. "Sorry," was the first thing to slip through her lips. "I didn't think-" Well she was going to continue that thought, but really that summed it up. She really didn't think. She wan't really supposed, to.

"I'm okay. I just got scared when he bit me." It was an honest answer. She hadn't been hurt as much as she'd been startled.

"Thank you, though!" This was probably the third time Lucrum had saved her life. Really, she wished she could express it more than that- but thank you was all she really knew for gratitude and servitude. That was a thought soon derailed and she simply bowed to him. It was more habit than anything.