Stolen Eyes {open}

[Iara Delphine]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]a decent amount of WORDS FOR Anyone who loves me <3 This is open to anyone && everyone so please feel free to join. ENVY [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]Envy watched the sun lower like the earth was absorbing it into it's crust however the star was soon replaced by a similar bright object, the moon a full moon to be exact. She felt the darkness crepe around her figure the chills of the night forcing themselves upon her skin like Lust did to his victims. Iara wished that that power was her's, she wished that all the powers were her's but then again when did she wish for anything else? In her emerald eyes everything rightfully belonged to her, no one deserved the items that they owned especially those noble brats who loved to flash their money around like they would cease to exist if they failed to do so. Of course she couldn't exactly talk not with her and her siblings having been created to perform such demonic tasks. Lowering her gaze toward the dark citadel's town below her gave the female a slight twinge of power allowing her to feel like she owned the land, that she could grasp anything that may lay within the town. The fact that nothing their belonged to her didn't deter Envy if truth be told it made her want them more. What exactly she wanted she didn't know but having something was better than walking away empty handed. What would her siblings say? She was the sin of Envy, the demon who possessed her victims with jealously she made others desire as she did to feel as she did. Stealing was not an option. It was a rule. Thus as if she was racing with a creature known as a cheetah Iara charged into the town her demon agility and structure providing her body with far more strengths than that of a weak mortal elf. She had no need for her shadow power the darkness hiding her from view all on it's own, that said she held a dagger within each hand ready to swipe at the first sign of danger. No one had ever caught the sin nor found out about her true demon form. She was pretty sure that out of all the sins she was the most careful though also being the one who created the most drama with perhaps Pride being just an inch above that fact. Envy leaned against a wooden hut obviously belonging to the poorest of the civilian given her the motivation to ignore the urge to look through the window until the corner of her eye caught the image. A large painting stood across the pane directly in front of Envy's form like it was calling for her. Begging to be taken. It was an image of a battle field flames circling the sky while the ground was cracked bodies and blood drifting across the page like a current. The battlefield had a few soldiers remaining on horseback their forms turned away as bat like creatures drew closer to them. It was a demonic battle and the elves were pictured as losing. "Oh how true they are" she muttered fiercely. Noticing with another glance that no one was in the hut she grasped her dagger thrusting the weapon forward to shatter the glass with a forceful smack gaining the demon entry. As she waved the glass away with her fingertips like the glass was nothing Iara's blood stream quickened with adrenaline her chest heaving with excitement. Ignoring the sharp jolts of pain she dived through, blood dripping down her left hand joining the floorboards to seep a deep crimson tone of color. Envy's expression distorted to a grin her tongue leaving her tainted mouth for just seconds as she run it across her arm tasting the metallic liquid across her taste buds moaning slightly with the sensation. "Mine" she gasped through clenched teeth removing her slightly bloody and wet arm to drop by her side to allow her undamaged arm to reach for the painting. [/style]

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[Liesel Harken]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Hlcpz.png);][STYLE=float: left; border: 4px solid #dfdfdf; width: 100px; height: 100px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px;] WORD COUNT: 785 TAGGED: YUME! NOTES: Excuse me while I get into character. LYRICS: GHOST OF ME, DAUGHTRY[/style][STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px;letter-spacing: 2.5px;]DON'T LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER, 'CAUSE[/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px;]THAT'S JUST THE GHOST OF ME YOU'RE SEEING[/style] [STYLE=padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 5px; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: uppercase; color: #333333; background-color: #dfdfdf; letter-spacing: 8px;] IN YOUR DREAMS [/style][STYLE=float:right; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/31dY3.png); color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-top: -4px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10.5px; line-height: 11px; border-left: 1px dotted #dfdfdf; width:310; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify;] "Actually, love, I do believe that would be mine." The voice tore through the silence of the night. It's only accompaniment, being the soft clicking of the locks upon the door as it was opened. The owner of the voice, a large figure cloaked in black stood in the open doorway, his feature obscured by the light of the moon. The black clad man, softly shut the door behind him. The lock clicking into place as he took a step forward. "I'm afraid that it belongs to a friend of mine, and he would be terribly upset if someone were to take his painting." Harken reached up and pulled back his hood revealing his mangled face. Even in the darkness it was easy to make out the marred skin that had been etched by steel countless times. He offered the green haired woman a soft smile, his red eyes partially obscured by his dark locks as he looked over her and the scene that she had created. Gore and glass dirtied one of the few hideaways he dared to establish within his friends kingdom. He had always surmised that one of the men who had often sat before him in this small, wooden hut would have broken in. This small structure was were Harken often operated under the cover of night, and far from the view of his friend. While most dark elves were not above underhanded tricks and deceit they did prefer to get their hands dirty. Harken fell into that category as well, reveling in the life blood of other's, much like the woman had only a moment ago. He, however, realized that while the glory of battle was fine for a man's ego it was not very beneficial for their lifespan. For the past several years Harken had been arranging quiet get togethers with men of questionable morals. Today was the first time in that span that his hide away had been intruded upon. Harken had to be thankful of his timing though. He had been on his way to this very spot to have a chat with a man about a small task. He had only been a short distance away, well within earshot, when he heard the shattering of glass and by the time he was at the door he had already heard a snippet of what was going on in the room. It hadn't been hard to figure out what the thief desired. The only thing of value in the room was a painting Harken had commissioned two years back. The painting itself was a gift to one of the few friends Harken held dear. A grotesque fire breathing bat who simply adored the thrill of combat at draining fellow beasts of that crimson liquid that was so bountiful these days. Vargas, the beast in question, was very pleased with the painting. He had even gone out of his way to set up a scene similar to it after receiving it. In reality the scene was much less romantic. The artist had made some embellishments to the painting. Removing Harken, which angered the Archduke greatly, and portraying Vargas as some sort of demonic figure. Vargas attempted to chime in, but Harken forced him away, sensing the beast's mirth as he withdrew his conciseness from his master's. Before he completely retracted Harken relayed a message. Please tell our guest that we'll have to make arrangements to meet some other time. Something urgent has come up... and Vargas, do be nice about it this time. A shrieking laugh was the only reply Harken got as he returned his attention to the green haired intruder. Now, she was of a different sort. From the first glance Harken had caught of her he'd known that. Green hair being the first of what had marked her as being different. The blood that streamed down her hand was another oddity. There were plenty of rocks that would have made suitable substitutes for her hand. Instead, she had sliced it open and allowed it to pour on Harken's floor. He looked at the stains and wondered who he was going to have clean them. It wouldn't add any confidence to the men he saw within these termite ridden walls if they saw blood on the floor. Harken rather liked it. This place could do with more blood. He wasn't feeling very charitable tonight though and for some reason, he felt his guest wasn't either. "It is a marvelous painting. I could see why someone would want it." he said, attempting to get the girl to talk. [/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 310px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: center;]CODED BY ACRYLIK ON BTN![/style]

[Iara Delphine]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]seven five four WORDS FOR the beautiful Harken <3 Sorry about the wait,work has been eugh. Hope you like though. <3 ENVY [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;]She heard the footsteps come closer to the female giving her enough time to fly backwards fusing her body with the shadows hiding her from all sight. Envy wasn't scared of elves. At all. That said she didn't need to get caught by anyone or her siblings would rip her apart, Iara was the one most dedicated to their task of defeating the elves after all mostly for her own selfish needs. As long as the elves were around she wouldn't be able to claim anything as her own her siblings on the otherhand where easy pickings. Lust would need nothing but slaves to perform his needs, Gluttony food, Sloth to do nothing, Wrath slaves to fight and Pride well she would need to feel the most important. She could be famous but Envy would have the power. The only sibling that would be a problem Greed. He was by far her favorite sibling being that their desires were similar yet that little fact was also the problem. The solution? She had none yet. Her eyes glowed deeper their depth being increasingly so right up until the point where a copy of herself was created out of air. Her elemental attack usually charged as soon as she created it however Envy used her power to rein it back holding the copy to a spot beside the painting. As soon as it got into position a male elf stepped into the room. He screamed dominance, power, authority, respect. The elf was a strong figure for the dark elves that much was clear though who he was exactly Iara didn't have a clue. With a lack of information her child like temper coursed through her blood stream heart bumping with her chest destroying the copy with a fearsome blast of energy leaving nothing but a small wisp of smoke. "Yours?" she repeated stepping out from her hiding place ignoring the fact that he had been speaking to a copy. As the male removed his hood the sin tilted her head in shock though a grin was evident hiding that emotion of horror. Smiling Iara walked closer expressing that she wasn't afraid of a scarred face she even went as face as reaching out her hands running it gently along each mark down his face. "The painting you don't want the painting" she told him deeply wondering whether to access her sin power or see where the unknown meeting was going. Heck she liked living on the edge. "I wouldn't assume you have a love for art's so why keep the object. This small hut obviously isn't yours you admitted that yourself. If you don't want it and don't let me take it what's to keep someone else from taking it? Someone who would sell it for a useless scrap of metal. Let me have it or do you want me to take it?" Envy smirked every aspect of herself trying to lure the male into giving her something, first his trust then the painting or if worst came to worst she could always take his life. The air around her became slowly colder a fierce gust breaking the remaining shards of glass that had been a window moments before the female passed through it. With the air came rain, thunder and hail stones increasing in size until each other became the size of a large golf ball their speed however making them feel like tables dropping upon their victims skin. Neither of them were going outside for awhile. "Great" she sighed stamping towards the edge of the window blood dripping cross her arm that she wiped away with her tongue her hair glowing slightly red in color "This is not what I planned on doing tonight. This is stupid. Why me? Kai needs to stop generating his anger I seem to be channeling it. Idiot" So she was stuck, with a guy she didn't know and a painting that she simply wanted to grasp with her soul. Iara wasn't one to waste time unless she was complaining about something thus she quickly diverged her plan of action. She would understand the elf get to know him better, who knew he might reveal something she could use. If not well, she would still have someone to talk to while waiting out a pathetic annoying storm. "Iara. I'm Iara and you?" she told him twisting her graceful body to face her company eyes glancing up the figure who faded into a yellow glow with every clap of thunder. [/style]

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[Liesel Harken]

[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Hlcpz.png);][STYLE=float: left; border: 4px solid #dfdfdf; width: 100px; height: 100px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px;] WORD COUNT: 1116 TAGGED: YUME~ NOTES: Rambling of a lunatic is what it is! LYRICS: GHOST OF ME, DAUGHTRY[/style][STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px;letter-spacing: 2.5px;]DON'T LOOK OVER YOUR SHOULDER, 'CAUSE[/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 300px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px;]THAT'S JUST THE GHOST OF ME YOU'RE SEEING[/style] [STYLE=padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 5px; font-size: 20px; font-family: times new roman; text-transform: uppercase; color: #333333; background-color: #dfdfdf; letter-spacing: 8px;] IN YOUR DREAMS [/style][STYLE=float:right; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/31dY3.png); color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.7; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-top: -4px; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10.5px; line-height: 11px; border-left: 1px dotted #dfdfdf; width:310; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify;] The elf raised a brow as the figure before him erupted into a cloud of smoke. Had she escaped? he wondered, reaching out, allowing the tendrils of smoke to wrap about his tattered hand. He toyed with it, allowing it to travel from forefinger to pinky as his red eyes scanned the room. As he searched he was greeted by a feminine voice. The question was innocent enough, but it simplicity had elicited a deep, throaty laugh from the elf. He lowered his hand and gave a slight nod. "Yes, mine." he responded, his eyes adjusting to the darkened corners of the room just in time to see the real body, or what he supposed to be the real body, step out. She was an exact replica of the shadowy illusion that had deceived Harken, something he was hating himself for. It was embarrassing to be deceived by petty parlor tricks. He didn't show it on his face though. To do so would besmirch his good name and wreck havoc upon his reputation. Instead, his face refused to give way, retaining the smile he had presented her with earlier. Even as she walked towards him he remained still. It wasn't until she reached up and stroked his face that he faltered ever so slightly. His eyes slowly shut and the smile fell away. Her caress was light, but even against his rough skin he could feel it. It was like a kiss and it took a fair amount of will power to prevent himself from rubbing his cheek against her hand or placing his hand over her's.The effort was doubled as she spoke again. This time her voice was softer, more alluring than what he had previously heard. He refused to move or speak as she continued, enjoying the sound of her voice above the silence of the night. The words seemed to waltz right through his ears, the sound of her voice being the only thing that stuck. He caught a snippet of what she said. Enough to be able to piece the rest of it together. It wasn't until he knew she had finished that he opened his eyes once more. He was warmly greeted by the image of her smirking up at him. The notion to speak popped into his head, which had been emptied very easily just with a smile and a few soft words from the woman. That notion was shaken from his head by the sudden chill that ran through the room and the warmth of her hand leaving his cheek. The storm had come from nowhere, unprovoked and freakish. Nevertheless, Harken was thankful for it, the chill seeping into his bones and snuffing out the fire that was kindling within him. Harken had always had a weakness for the fairer sex, from the time he was a lad and even now. A smile from a pretty girl turned his brain to mush. A pretty girl that acted as if they wanted him made him putty in their hands. It was a weakness Harken was well aware of and often cursed, but it was one he was incapable of eradicating. Usually Vargas was around to temper his passion for women, but his beast was currently away, braving the oncoming storm and just out of reach. Harken refused to sit by and be charmed by this woman's wiles. Though, he sorrily wanted to give into them there was no guarantee that it would happen how he wanted. Besides, it was not the best policy to allow yourself to become interested in someone who had broken into your abode and while the small shack might not have been Harken's true home it was his. He listened to the woman as he worked his way around her to a modest, wooden chair. Kai? He wondered who that might be as he rested his hand on it's back. He tucked the name into the back of his mind in a repository of other bits of knowledge he though might be useful later on. When the girl turned back towards him and introduced himself a crooked smile spread across his face, not quite reaching his eyes. It's a pleasure to meet you, Iara, present circumstances withheld. Most call me Harken." he said as he tested the girl's name in his head. Iara... it was certainly unique and a name he had never heard of. The two were matched in that. Neither of them knew who the other was. Harken wasn't sure if the girl knew who he was. Most knew him by his scars, though she didn't act like a woman who had come face to face with one of the Dark King's Generals. "It's simpler than Liesel and I enjoy the sound of it much more. he said motioning toward the picture that was still held firmly in her grasps. "What you said earlier is the truth. I'm not one for art. At least, nothing like that. I could honestly care less about the painting, but it isn't up to me. Just as I said, the painting belongs to a dear friend of mind, and he would have my hide if I let it go." he told her, his voice smoothly moving over the words, as if each had been practiced. "It seems that we'll be here for quite some time." He looked toward the shattered window, watching as the word was bathed in a flash of light. "You might as well make yourself comfortable. The night is still young and this storm doesn't look like it'll let up until morning." Harken strolled towards a meager fireplace and bent down before it. Wood had been placed just beside it for circumstances such as this. As he worked to bring some warmth into the slowly freezing hut he continued to speak. "Now, why would a girl like you be so interested in my painting?" he asked, adding emphasis to the word, mine. Despite what he said about it belonging to a friend it was, for all intensive purposes, his. "It's interesting enough,a fairly good piece of art, and it did cost me a fair amount of coin to have it commissioned. Despite all that, it's vulgar, bloody, and terrifying. Do you intend to keep it?" The fireplace before him sprang to life as he turned to look back at her, warmth slowly working it's way throughout the room. [/style] [STYLE=float:right; background-color: #000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; width: 310px; ; letter-spacing: 2.5px; padding-right: 10px; text-align: center;]CODED BY ACRYLIK ON BTN![/style]

[Iara Delphine]

[style=font-family: times; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #989898; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;]eight zero three WORDS FOR the beautiful Harken <3 Aww love your post <3 Aha it's time to get these two talking xD ENVY [/style]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e;] "Most call you Harken?" she repeated a gentle frown creeping across her lips the female tilting her head in a gentle motion unable to hide a small hint of excitement "What do you rest call you?" Envy strutted against one of the chairs in the room her body flowing gently against the soft texture figure merging with the substance providing a small sparkle of light to surge through her black dress. The crystals reflected with the thunder the storm increasing in intensity as well as sheer force, for once the sin was thankful that she didn't have control over a beast it more than likely being hurt within the storm. She had heard that the bond between a rider and their beast was a link that nothing else in the world could compare to. She wanted to experience it. She desired to experience it. Only a few months after being "born" Envy traveled to a place known as the mystic forest where said beasts apparently roamed in await for their rider, Iara waited for a full three days yet nothing came towards her. Not one stupid creature joined her side unless a small fly buzzing in her ear counted as one. Laughing to herself she rose her hand toward her face brushing the long green hair from her cheek bone exposing her neck for just a small teasing moment. She knew men like Harken, she slept with men like Harken and she killed men like Harken. That said there was something different about him something strange unclear and slightly intriguing. She wanted to know more. No. She needed to know more. "You don't seem the type who would answer to others and who needs know that you let me take it? Is it not his fault for leaving the house so unprotected the painting so disused?" expressed Envy her eyes roaming the elves figure mentally taking a picture with her mind though of course her mental picture was with far less clothes being aided by the others voice soothing her chest even going as far as to relax her breathing. Iara's sin was often misunderstood among the other sins as well as elves who had only heard tell tales from history books. Wrath, Sloth, Greed, Lust, Gluttony, Pride were easily labeled wanting to fight, to rest, everything they could get their hand on, sex, food and self worth respectively but Envy well she wasn't so easily thrown into a simple category. She had a need for what others had but she also had a need to restrict what others had. She could chase an item for years taking a special gem only to destroy it for her power also wanted to leave others with nothing. "I understand that, the storm would restrict my movements besides why would I leave when I find myself locked up in a cold hut the night incredibly long with a man such as yourself?" she whispered gently a smirk being produced onto her graceful lips eyes never leaving Harken's body while he worked the fire. She heard the crackling wood on the fire small droplets of ember and ash being dispersed descending down the stove. "A girl like me would never tell" informed Envy face twisting to that of mock offense "Yes I intend to keep it, to display it. To learn it's secrets" The female of course would not tell him the true reason for her theft to reveal that it was a painting of her or her siblings in battle would be frowned upon by many. No one believed that the sins existed and if they did they would live in fear. The divided power of the dark elves along with the light were no match their power being split between the two and they would know when the time came to join forces but that time would be too late. "Money. If you want money I have money. Name your price" Iara informed the female not understanding what the problem was exactly. If Harken didn't like the painting then why keep the thing? Oh elves were so strange. Blanking all of her thoughts Iara stepped out of the chair the dress sliding gently against the floor rushing through a small trail of blood that had left her body. Slowly she stepped back to the fire footsteps echoing across the room to aid her stance of dominance though her expression showed that of compassion. Iara lowered herself beside Harken feeling a stab of heat from the building fire fingernails gently outstretched to rest against the males neck having left the painting in her previous location upon the chair. Leaning forward she reached his ear where she spoke gently but surely. "You will give me that painting Harken but if you want to play before hand we could always experiment" [/style]

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