After A Night of Sin [Open for a beautiful woman]

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Anthony shot from his berth, adorned with sweat beading his brow. The agonizing memory plagued him every night as if purposing keeping him from enjoying a peaceful sleep; it was awful really since his body required proper rest when having such an exciting and rough time a few hours before. The Ifrit glanced at the bedside, a beautiful exotic form nuzzled beneath the sheets unaware of what had transpired. Anthony smirked, the erotic experience pleasing him greatly. This lass, so peaceful was one of his favorites so he spent many of his empty evening bedding her has many times as needed to feed his ego. Also, she was absolutely content with their “sex benefits” relationship; now if that wasn’t the sign of a keeper than the frat Ifrit didn’t know who was! He pulled himself slowly from the blankets, his chiseled physique completely revealed before he snatched his clothes littering the floor. Dressing, Anthony took one final glance at the luscious vision before dissipating into smoke, slipping underneath the cracked window and floating outward to a nearby alleyway, far from adverting eyes looking for some trouble.

The smog settled along the street before transforming into the handsome Anthony Balder, who adjusted his fine clothes as if preparing to walk the red carpet and cameras awaiting him. With a handsome smile, the Ifrit exited the dingy back alleys of New Orlands and entered the world of bustling streets and pencil pushers. How wonderful was it to exist without a single care for poverty? Absofuckin-lutely awesome.

Unfortunately, his life was far from perfection. The dream haunted his thoughts again as his skin began to sizzle from the terrible pain that hovered over him. That goddamn freak, how he had been searching for that tattooed psychopath? Too long. Recalling, the Ifrit rolled his shoulders achingly, feeling the thundering sound that shattered his very life as that monster tore his wings from his body, leaving him for dead. That incident had scarred Anthony deeply and had inspired him to gather the most resources he could to discover the man’s whereabouts. All he was a name; Ezekiel. Granted, his appearance was extremely unique as well so naturally you would think such a person would be simple to find. However, that had not been the case for Anthony still had not found him... he wasn’t even sure how long it had been anymore.

What are you doing Anthony, you’re ruining a perfect goddamn day. The attractive thief reminded himself, chuckling slightly from his negative attitude. You’ll feel better with some tail in no time. He began to glance around for a trophy to stalk and it didn’t take long to fine one. Another little bird... He brushed the sin from his clothes a made his way towards the maiden.

[Cordelia]

After a while of fruitless roaming, Cordelia had managed to find herself in the heart of the city, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Her gem-like eyes wandered around the area as she slowly walked along the sidewalk, taking in the sights and smells of life above. The mermaid was still undoubtedly out of her element here on the surface. Even if she hadn't returned to the sea to try and seek out her home, she doubted she would be any better off than she was now. Her legs would still wobble and her tears would still startle her that first instant after they started falling. She knew they would. The blonde was upset that she was such a vulnerable klutz on land. Not only was it a pain to deal with, but it was also extremely embarrassing. The statuesque girl blushed as she thought back to her first couple of days up here, the very first time she had washed up on shore. She had been so weak and naive then, and poor Toby had to figure out how to deal with her. Toby... Cordelia still hadn't managed to find her dear friend. Her blush faded and was replaced with a paleness in her cheeks as she considered the thought that she may never have the luck of finding him. Humans often changed location, he very well could have too. If he had, she would never be able to find him again. The girl's regret at her decision for returning back to the sea only burned stronger with the thought. She had made such a mistake, and now she had to pay for it.

A glum sigh escaped the blonde's mouth, and as she looked down she was surprised to find that she had stopped walking. Just how long had she been standing there, finding she only just now realized her stillness? Cordelia shook her head slightly and resumed walking, her long legs having at least gotten this motion down pat. Running, though, was still something she needed practice on. And that scared her. The young woman's cheeks seemed to pale even more as she thought of yet another memory she had made here on the surface. She had been by herself at the time, not quite yet having a reason to follow Toby around like a frightened puppy, and had run across a group of men, as well as someone who wasn't entirely human himself. The men had instantly jumped on her like a cat on a mouse, and if it hadn't been for her strange new friend, she would've without a doubt been taken down. A shudder rippled down the blonde's spine at the memory. She hadn't been able to run at all then, and even though she somewhat could now, she didn't doubt that if she got in another situation like that that she would be in trouble. She would probably be too paralyzed with fear to even think about her legs and what she could possibly do with them anyways. The mermaid lifted her gaze quickly and glanced around, her stomach dropping a bit as she noticed that there was barely anybody around her. After her little run-in, it was a natural response for her to not like being by herself. But with her tenderness and vulnerability, that fear had managed to twine itself around her very being and grew and intensified, caging her in endless fright. It didn't help that as a youngling in the ocean, she would watch the fish that strayed too far from their schools get swiped away by the water's predators.

With a slight skip in her step, Cordelia hurried along the sidewalk, her sights set on a crowd of people making their way up ahead. If she reached them she would be able to calm some, but for right now her adrenaline had spiked and her heart was racing. Thank God she still had some of the clothes she had gotten back with the help of Toby. Her feet were securely laced in a pair of sleek tennis shoes, and they were a great help when it came to puddles and such. Cordelia had learned that she should probably never, ever allow her feet to be exposed, since little pools of water seemed to be scattered all over the ground, and if she touched even just the slightest bit of one her body would automatically transform. So while out in the public eye, she had to take precautions. Her model-worthy legs were covered by a dark pair of slim jeans, but her torso was more exposed, being covered by only a mossy green t-shirt. She had with herself a small, over-the-shoulder tan leather purse, and inside of it were two of her essentials. An umbrella and her little hermit-crab companion, Oranges. Still hurrying along, the girl let out a quiet sound of dismay as she reached a side street and was cut off by a passing truck. She stood there silently, waiting for the street to be cleared again so she could try to catch up with the crowd once more. There was safety in numbers, and right now, she was all alone. Her spine tingled and she tapped her fingers against her thighs, her impatience and fear escalating.

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Quite the lass. He chuckled as he envisioned her arousing body beneath him, nestled in his bedsheets as he took her over and over again; that was how it ended, always so this blonde bird was no different to the seducer. Thankfully for Anthony, this tempting specimen of desire had halted for a few moments allowing him to shrink a few feet of distance between them. She had been strangely distracted by something, positioned rigidly on the sidewalk, lost in her thoughts. Anthony observed her and he predicted that she was most definitely a scatter brained child; not to feed the human stereotype but it was true that blondes were a little... dumber than most. Easier too.Oh well, better for me. As long as she’s got the goods, I don’t give a rats ass how much air is in there. One of the first experiences he had with these sexual humans was with a sultry blonde at the Wandering Mule, a frequent visitor’s corner for depressed and insecure women. She had drowned her sorrows with liquor all night and within seconds pounced on the hapless Anthony, who did little to struggle with the foolish female. Quite the first encounter for the lost Anthony, who had hours before passed through the portal of no return. Man, and I used to think that she was the best I would ever get. Oh how wrong he was; the first time was always the most forgettable and he definitely had met many better lasses.

Anthony hopped across the road, stalking behind Cordelia as sauntered skittishly along the sidewalk, trying to catch up with the group ahead of her. The Ifrit did little to hide his wandering gaze, pleased with her hourglass figure with every alluring step. He sensed some nervousness hovering over her which excited the thief more and his pace began to quicken in an attempt to stroll beside her. Soon, he drew closer and closer until he was slightly encroaching on her space, gazing intently at her. He decided to be a bit more brash with this one; he felt refreshed and invigorated enough to start strong.

“Lost little bird?” He questioned kindly, a suave smirk decorating his finely formed appearance, his tousled but still managing a proper air. “I noticed you rather confused across the way and thought it be best to ask than allow you to wander these lonely streets without help.” His charm was a blend of sophisticated maturity while a hovering cloud of child-like spirit with his intense gaze. Getting a better look, the Ifrit was stunned by her unbelievable perfection, almost unnatural. His bachelor soul almost skipped a beat goggling at her however he gathered himself quickly, continuing with his boyish charms.

ooc; sorry this post is eh

[Cordelia]

Oh, this was not good. The truck had passed, but now other cars and vehicles were following behind it, keeping the blonde woman from getting any closer to her group of refuge. Cordelia frowned, her mostly-green eyes watching each passing vehicle. They were just never-ending! And there was this feeling she had, this weird, tingling sensation that tickled her spine and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand straight. Maybe she was just being paranoid, but she had felt that feeling before, and she could swear she was being tracked like a baby seal whose curiosity caused it to stray too far from its mother. Her suspicions were confirmed as a man suddenly popped up beside her, seeming to come out of nowhere. His dark gaze held a predatory, possessive look to it, something she could easily pick up on even with only a moment's glance. Cordelia instantly shied back, lifting a hand to her chest as she felt her heart nearly explode from its rapid beating. She couldn't believe that he had managed to sneak up on her like that. If he could do something as simple as that... What else could he do to her? Cordelia dragged down a dry swallow, her ashen face giving away her fright as she stared at the stranger. Compared to many of the other men she had seen, especially that group of jerks who tried to jump her, he actually looked... Alright. He was very handsome she noted, and his voice matched his good looks. But the glint in his eyes sent a warning signal up to her brain. She was not to let her guard down around this attractive stranger.

The young mermaid blinked her wide eyes as she registered the man's words in her head. Lost? No... Just... A grimace overcame the woman's lovely face as she realized that yes, technically, she was lost. It wasn't so much in the direction sense, but more in the sense that she didn't really belong anywhere at the moment. There wasn't really anywhere she could flee to, and she had no way to contact any of her old friends. Cordelia slowly lowered her hand from her chest and gave the man a small smile, trying to keep her nerves from working their way out. Quickly, she flashed her eyes over to the side street beside the two of them, and a shot of adrenaline spiked through her body as she saw that it was empty. Maybe she could take this as her chance and make a run for it... Well, as much of a run as she could manage. But as she turned her eyes back to the stranger in front of her, her glance over having only lasted the shortest of moments, she couldn't help but think that maybe there was something good about this man. Sure, his words were kind and his looks were heart-stopping... But his eyes still caused an involuntary shiver to roll down her spine. "I-I'm fine," the blonde replied, her voice quivering slightly despite herself. Her fear of strangers was such a pity. Normally, she would be the one doing the hunting for those less fortunate. And now... "Really, I'm not lost," she said, trying to come off like she knew where she was and what she was doing. But honestly, even she didn't have the slightest clue.

((No, it was perfect!))

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ooc; sorry for the wait T.T


It was adorable honestly how awful this lass was at lying. With her fragile body language and sultry voice now in shambles this girl was in the graces of the flirting machine that was Anthony. He really knew how to pick his targets; she was literally a gorgeous bird falling from the sky, the handsome
‘prince’ beneath her ready to snatch her up. Oh I cannot wait to bang this little bird. It had been too long since he had nabbed a free girl, not some escort off the street looking for some extra cash. Granted, he only accepted the best they offered but it was nice to stretch out his legs once and a while, make sure you still have the suave to get the real birds.

“Anthony Balder, the pleasure is all mine.” He imposed upon her bubble, arm attempting to curl around her waist and draw her in close for a preview. Most were stricken immediately by his glance but other required a more physical persuasion. He was adamant, if this women accepted his touch to display his well-chiseled physique. What makes you crumble little bird?

Unbeknownst to the luscious beauty, a domineering embodiment of Hell itself approached through the darkness, the sound of its crushing steps like the drums of war, approaching ever so cautiously to the outside world. The sinister shadows of the dangerous alleyways hounded behind the dominating form as he encroached upon a corner blazon irises scanning through the dark, like a wolf stalking his prey. Staring, his detected a curious, distracting figure. Ciar drew closer his gaze starved by the distance of this sinful specimen, ignoring his crazed sensibility to stay far away. An alien emotion overtook the Hellhound instantly like poison coursing through his veins, unable to halt this untimely demise. What was this feeling, this memory? As Ciar continued to stare upon Cordelia, visions of his long imprisonment beneath the land of Rome returned to him and he recalled statues of Earth’s old civilizations as his only company underground. There had been a single figure, body indescribable for the imprisoned hound; she was the embodiment of temptation. The silent beauty had always been there, empty eyes of stone gazing down upon Ciar fooling him every day that it was never meant to be. The statuette fascinated him in his centuries alone, but it had been a curse as well...

His massive hand, fitted with the finest armor the Netherworld had to offer, clenched furiously onto the bricked building as he observed the charismatic stranger approach his lovely rose. An alarming ache surged through him as the encroaching male conversed with his goddess, trying to swallow her up. He detected urgency to escape in the flower’s body language, enraging Ciar more as the monster drew closer hand almost upon her gorgeous physique. He lurched however immediately retreated back as his senses returned. Utterly baffled and confused, he drew back into the pitch black, eyes casted at his hands. He had murdered, slaughtered without mercy but why... why was this happening to him; he felt again like a prisoner but unlike before he was his own captor as well as his prisoner.

Spinning urgently, he returned his frantic gaze to the scene before him as he waited...