Completed Come Over to the Dark (Mamuro)

[Tinnok]

She watched him. Watched him watch her. It was a strange place she found herself in, she wouldn't like to say she had suddenly assumed power...but that move, the closeness. She could see her offer intrigued him. A mingling respect, an interest in more than a simple meal...

"Six of them, it was half a fang, so I had to flee before the other half found me, but they would have seen Myrian arrows in Myrian corpses, and I am the first black sheep to turn to in times of trouble."

As to his words of wisdom, her eyes clouded somewhat, grin faltering. "You are quite right about that, she would never mark me, and so I never asked. A weak part of me always thought that someday if I did something...something important she would see, but it was my true mother who gave me this mark, and no Warrior Queen."

When he offered his hand she took it, sliding her fingernails softly against his palms before grasping onto the Dhani's wrist and yanking him toward her...she rather liked that close proximity from before. Her mouth drew close to his ear. "But why Mamuro, would you have me chain myself to your people so soon after I freed myself from the Myrians?" Her lips drew slowly away, eyes light and dancing with pleasure.

"I am a child of Caiyha now, and she is the one I need pay homage too." Her head tilted and eyebrow rose, wondering what precisely he thought of that. She could see his mind working. Perhaps he wished to claim her in front of his Dhani brethren, be the one that brought the witch to his side.

[Kalesserimamoru]

Tinnok had him interested to say the least, and although he hadn't decided to make up his mind yet, inside he already had. Mamoru had been working on plans for sometime. Morgana wasn't the only strong thinker in their family, and the male dhani had his own goals to work towards. However, even with his skills and illusions he couldn't pull it off alone. He needed others to join him, and this woman might be what he needed.


When she pulled him forward, the trickster didn't pull back, didn't bother to put his feet down until his body was slightly pressed against hers once more. They were close again, and while odd for him, Mamoru enjoyed it more so than even he realized. He smiled again as he took in her words, his hands sliding up to find her hips just in case she tried to move too far away. It appeared she was slowly coming around, the woman didn't have a love of Myrians but for him that wasn't enough. He needed something more....


The trickster thought, his djed rising from within his being as he focused it into his eyes, mouth, and hands. He placed himself into a calm state, one where he could better sooth his companion and bring her around to his way of thinking. Moving his hands up her torso and back down, he gripped her body and his fingers somewhat gently massaged her muscular toned hips. Mamoru spoke then, his voice becoming edgily smooth and comforting.


"The only chains that we have are those we use to drag Myrians across spiked earth. Besides, who said anything about my people. You'll find that I'm a bit more selfish, and you may find me more to your liking than the others."


"Trust me..."


His lips twitched this time, fingers still roaming about the flesh at her hips and around. "If you truly believe the Goddesses wanted us to meet, to share in...something." The trickster continued his magic, sending her flashes of events, one of them sharing a moment, another of them fighting side by side against an unknown enemy, and a last one depicting them doing something much more intimate. "Let us join together and find out.?" He enveloped her into his emotions, feelings of trust, friendship, and even lust.

[Tinnok]

There was something extremely addicting about the Dhani's presence. As his fingers slid around her hips, her hands rested upon his neck. Somewhere in the mix the birds had toppled to the ground, lying forgotten, sightless eyes staring forlornly at the brush around them.

Her fingers slid through his ebony hair, head tilting as a new sensation flooded through her. The half breed had never experienced Hypnotism before. She had heard of powerful Dhani making a Myrian slice their own stomach open after a torture was complete, but those thoughts were perhaps the furthest from her mind at this particular moment.

She watched his eyes, similar to her own, his soft pale skin that was hidden behind his clothes, and a strangely elegant face, feminine with certain vague masculine tendencies.

Trust. That was a hard word for her to swallow, but growing less so by the chime. He had admitted his desires to consume her body, he was a Dhani...and she had always been taught to fear them...part of her enjoying the thrill of fear even now, yet at the same time, each of them were oddities of their species in their own right, she felt a tug, a heat rising in her body at a strange connection they seemed to share, a flare of companionship, though whether this could be entirely attributed tot he hypnotism would have to wait till later. The idea of murdering more of her former kin, watching their faces crumple at the sight of a Dhani at her side, her own body learning to take a snake's form...and he, the perfect tutor to show her precisely what to do with it.

His desires were selfish he had said, and this was an emotion she could fall into whole heartedly. Over two decades of her life had been spent kow towing to those that saw her as lesser than they...but...what did he see her as?

A finger twined a lock of black hair absentmindedly in her fingers, a slow sultry smile creeping across her features as she stared into the Dhani's hypnotic gaze.

"What would you have of me?" It was purposefully open ended, and her hips twisted playfully within his grasp. She was on the cusp of his powers, just upon the brink. Lucky for Mamuro to stumble across such a conducive find, but then again...what had luck have to do with it?

[Kalesserimamoru]

Mamoru continued to hold her in his hypnotic trance. One hand leaving her hip as it lifted to touch her cheek, and the other hand slipped further around her waste. Perhaps he would admit to himself some time later that this was the most fun he had ever had hypnotizing another. She was a strong woman, attractive enough, and also pliable.


He held her in his arms, in his power, and suddenly he could think of many things he could do with her, things that he could use her for. With the right persuasion and the right amount of time, he could possibly get her to somewhat willingly do anything that he asked of her."What I want from you?...Everything." he smirked wickedly, fingers gently caressing her cheek as his thumb rolled out and traced her full lips.


"Everything.."


"And in return, I will give to you the things that you want, that you desire most." He sent to her more flashes of images, a trusting relationship, a united union taking on their common enemy and more. The Dhani knew nothing of seducing woman, but he did know that she was a warrior, and so he put more emotion behind the flashes of battle and conquering. But it was there, although more subtle, him and her and a different type of conquering, though whether it was him conquering her, or the other way around could be interpreted differently by the two individuals involved.


"We can be so much more together, a bonded union..."


He added a different flash this time, this one showing only her and what might appear to be a morphed Dhani form...her form. And with it he weaved into her the emotions and exhilarating feelings that came from being a Dhani. For having the power of their snake form. Mamoru stared into her eyes wondering how much of her was paying attention to him, and how much was already drowning in the illusions. To test this, he leaned forward planting a deep kiss upon her lips and held it for a few ticks and slowly withdrew.


"The time of the savages has passed, and it is our time to rise. They will cling to the shadows and trying as they will, to hold on to the last bits of their dogmatic ways, and all the while trying to stay in the sun. This is not about revenge, but if you wish to take it so be it. But the Myrians will be a threat no longer...to anyone."

[Tinnok]

Images flashed through her mind, her own memories and ideas mixed with his. She saw a Dhani priestess making her cut at Razkar, saw Rekhuna's face twisted in disgust, thinking Tinnok was a traitor. That petching tigress had had the right of it from the start, they all had. She saw that night in the Myrian village, Dhani occupying houses, and old woman broken upon the ground, the glint of Dhani eyes hungrily assessing her...and the eyes of the people she had helped save when they caught sight of her yellow eyes. As if she had been the one that had murdered their village. Why had they pushed her so hard? Why had they never seen how strong she was? This Dhani did...Mamuro did...

But Razkar. He more than anyone she thought of in that moment...the one she had sent the desperate letter to, ripped out of her journal, thrown into the wind...asking him for a forgiveness, with him not even knowing what she had done. Could he?

But his eyes were black, not tawny gold. His body was tanned, not pale like cream, and he had never kissed her...

Her eyes fluttered closed and she took in the feeling. His lips were strangely cold, but she seemed to have enough heat for the both of them in that moment, and her teeth gently grabbed his lower lip, pulling at soft flesh as he pulled away, her eyes opening as he assessed her condition.

But he was wrong, at least about some things. How could he be so bold to say that the Myrians' time was done? The Dhani race was nearly extinct. That brought her up form the heady reverie...at least in part, and at least for a moment. She blinked once, a vague sense of confusion milling around her features, but then relaxed.

Whether he was talking in a year of in a century, it made no matter to her, not here, not now. She slid a hand down through his hair, pressing her body close to his and sliding her head beneath his chin, listening to his heart beat. It thrummed and she smiled softly.

"Planning to take on the Taloban army all by yourself? You must be stronger than I anticipated." Her hands slid down to his shoulders, gripping his flesh and feeling sinewy muscles beneath. She felt powerful wit him, but sleepy as well, as if this was all a strange dream, and when she would awoke she would have all the power that she could see in her minds eyes.

"Mamuro...?" Her voice questioned slowly. "I am alone because of my mark...but...why are you?" Dhani were strong, but Myrians could swarm from anywhere, and she suddenly felt a strange amount of concern for his well being. What if he had died before they had met, caught in a fang similar to the one that had tried for her?

[Kalesserimamoru]

It was a strange encounter and he could even feel a shiver upon his back, and tiny bumps rising from his pale skin. Was the dhani being effected by his own hypnotism, or was it because of the gem he had met in the jungle. A woman as wild as a Myrian, but with the brains of a Dhani. Kicked from her home and forced to flee, it was just like the Myrians to behave in this way. It was too much effort for them to try to understand anything that was different, too much thinking involved. But the same could be said about the Dhani in part, though they would have likely eaten her at birth rather than allowing her to live and then cruelly disowning her.


"Trust is learned... My trust can be earned.."


Mamuro also felt a strange sensation at the kiss. It was unquiet in itself being that she wasn't full Dhani and also a stranger. But it was there, a warm spark and the lighting of a fire he was not yet aware existed. As he had expected, she tasted sweet, and he could only guess at how warm her blood was. It created a new hunger in him, one that he didn't normally have for anything not Dhani and he wanted more. So it happened, after he spoke and she stared at him puzzled at his words. The trickster leaned forward and kissed her again, and allowing his hands to rise and slip into her hair. Pulling away, he gently traced his tongue across her lips, a tease, as if he were about to move it passed her teeth.

"We make a grand team.."


Perhaps she wasn't ready yet to hear it. Maybe he needed more time to bring her over to his way of thinking. She was after all, half Myrian and even though they had ran her off, they were still her people, he would have to remember that. "Not by myself...no, that would be foolish." He said as she listened to his heart. The dhani spread his fingers and gently raked them along the spine of her back. "Do you ever wonder what you will do, if your Goddess called to you and gave you a task? If she told you of future events...something wonderful." He smirked evilly, still working his hypnotic charm and sending her a final flash of a supposed Myrian village burning to the ground. He also pushed towards her his emotions and feelings. Things that said the deaths she saw wasn't a bad thing, but good for the jungle as a whole.


"It has already begun, Dhani are coming from around the world to aid in our cause. This is bigger than me..bigger than any one soul and it can't be stopped."


In truth only one Dhani had arrived as of recent days, a human, and sometime before that a kelvic even. But from time to time Dhani did come to the nest, though if his words held truth or hopeful ignorance was yet to be seen. "I may be different from many of my kind, but I am not truly alone. There are those who will stand with me in the coming days, and you..You were alone but not anymore." he reached out gently cupping her cheeks and lifting her face so that he could stare deeply into her eyes. "It is time to put that life behind you, everything that made you ashamed of who and what you are.."

"You have more potential than you realize..allow me to show you.."

He paused for a moment, a snake -like grin spreading across his lips as he eyed the mark on her shoulder."You don't have to settle for being half Myrian, half Dhani, you can be so much more....and I will help you."

[Tinnok]

She was growing lost in a sea of images, scenarios, memories. It was overwhelming, but a second kiss…lingering and just as cool as the first seemed to draw her back, his expression teasing, her head leaning forward as if to remain within his grasp a little longer. Why was she getting lost in these thoughts with such a compelling figure before her? Arms twined around her, face the picture of…well a lot of different emotions actually, but she could still see that hunger in his eyes, perhaps all Dhani carried it with them. Now, however, she liked to think it was a different kind altogether, and it sent quivers through her body watching him.

At the idea of destroying a city for the betterment of the jungle, Tinnok’s own mind took the images and transformed them into barbarians tearing down the forest. Of course if Caiyha gave her a mission she would follow through without question. She owed the Goddess much, for her continued existence…even now. A small moan escaped her lips as his finger slid down her spine.

Then her body stiffened in his grasp Dhani are coming from around the world . It was a strange phrase to focus on, to clear her mind of the images, of the persuasion that seemed to be leeching her will from within. Why would he tell her this? She tried to shake the thought away, they would make a grand team, he knew she was so much more…he could see her power. But even so…he had also said his trust needed to be earned. What if she told the Myrians? Perhaps not in physical form, but through a letter to the Scout’s Roost? Why would he trust her with even a piece of his plans?

And then another memory unbidden flew through her mind, of her and another Dhani in a clearing. She was screaming at him, ’More than half of what you’ve ever said to me has been complete lies!’

Her eyes searched Mamuro’s own for truth, for trustworthiness. She could see desire, that was plain…and it wasn’t a desire that she didn’t share. She felt some inherent truth to his words, but surely…

The truth was, Tinnok’s mind was far too eager to fall into Mamuro’s trap. Whether it was the Myrian or perhaps even the Dhani part of her fighting the tricks he played upon her, the idea of being needed, desired, they far outweighed the doubts that tried niggling ineffectually to the surface.

So instead of asking him why, having him explain, or in fact talking at all, it was her turn to kiss him. It was a strangely gentle action, lips cautiously pressing themselves against his, a curious tongue sliding between his lips, soft and warm, seeking a response, very Un-Myrianlike in fact- up until she bodily shoved Mamuro against a tree. Whether or not the snake could sense it…Tinnok had never felt the touch of any male, Myrian or otherwise, save for a peck on the cheek from a wayward Dhani.

Her yellow eyes glistened, keeping her gaze locked with the Dhani’s, and she lifted one of her hands up, sliding her djed from her center up into her finger, where the nail of her appendage thickened and stretched into a dark cat claw. It was growing easier to perform this first maneuver she had tried when morphing, but she spent a little extra time refining the edge of the claw. She brought it to Mamuro’s neck, gently gliding it along his smooth skin, and flicking her finger just enough to leave a thin red line, crimson bubbling out of the scratch. Releasing her hold on the djed she leaned in and lapped up the blood with a stroke of her tongue, savoring the metal taste…just as cold as his skin, before paying a bit more attention to the spot, her mouth massaging the sensitive area, her hands sliding down the Dhani’s torso.

And then, the Dhani knew he had her. Perhaps not a complete thrall, but for the time being, she was his, and she was enjoying every tick of it.

Her head tilted backward, glancing upward, tongue sliding across full lips to chase away his own blood before she whispered. ”Show me.”

[Kalesserimamoru]

The time for talk was done it seemed, as she shoved him against the tree. The trickster had teased her, baited her, and seduced her with his images and his touch. Now she wanted it, the things that he had shown her, had promised to give to her, either by voice or vision. Being a child of Ionu, the Dhani was always thinking, always challenging himself to a puzzle. There hadn't been a single tactic he had planned to use on the alluring, albeit toothsome halfbreed. It was only one of multiple scenarios drawn up, while in the moment.


Whatever the choice, it appeared to have worked, at least in part. Her desire to destroy Myrians hadn't blossomed as of yet, but her suspicion towards him had vanished completely. She belonged to him now, and Mamoru wondered if he needed to continue his hypnotic trance or if the lingering effects would keep her induced. Her voice was hush, soft moans enticing and calling Mamoru to seek out more. Her lips were soft, warm with a sweetness the Dhani found unfamiliar yet exciting.


Mamoru parted his lips, allowing his tongue to slip out and using it to massage hers before exploring further into her mouth and washing her teeth and gums. Tinnok was intoxicating, and never before had Mamoru wanted to eat and feast upon a woman in this way. Shoved against a tree, the Dhani was mildly surprised by her passion for him and watched as she morphed a single finger into a claw. A tingling sensation rose inside him as she nicked his flesh, and as his cold blood seeped out, she lapped it up eagerly.


There was a mystery surrounding this one, an untamed wildness that Mamoru looked to devour just to get a taste of the feral bliss. "I will gladly show you, I will show you many things.." Releasing the hypnotic trance, the Dhani went for a more physical way of playing with her. With her head tilted back, he leaned forward and kissed her again, his tongue invading her mouth once more and taking her with an familiarity that he was yet to earn. Pulling away slightly, he lapped at her chin and neck, gliding his tongue around and up before teasingly gripping her throat with his teeth.


He had her where he wanted her now, and with the right coaxing, gratification, and molding, perhaps she would be his for a much longer time. Mamoru started to speak, a sly grin appearing upon his face as he suddenly spun her around and pushed her against the tree. Lips pecked and nipped at her neck again, and fingers pinched and turned into the fabric of her top, icing to remove it so that he could suckle the aching flesh beneath. She was all his now.

[Tinnok]

A strange mixture of emotions filled her then. Some doubt that was mainly washed away by the hypnostism rallied. Hadn't she known this Dhani for all of...two bells? Shouldn't that be bad in some way? But if it was, why did she feel like this was all she needed in this moment. She was a servant of Caiyha within her element, and for the first time she was free from identifying with either race she had been born from. There seemed to her in this moment to be no shame in giving into a carnal desire that she had never to this moment fulfilled.

There was something quite exhilarating about their relative strangeness, only days past they would have been mortal enemies, yet the way he grabbed her, his mouth pressing aggressively against hers, his whole being felt familiar to her.

She was spun, and her fingers dug into the tree bark, her gift working as she felt the strange peacefulness of the tree beneath her, taking in Syna's rays and feeling the most minute of molecules beneath the earth. It served as a juxtaposition of her current feelings, her own focused on the here and now, not some hundred year old cycle, but an eternity of nature calling upon one being to copulate and re-produce. The stark contrast, yet striking similarity enhanced her mounting desires, and her back arched like a cat against Mamuro's lithe form.

She wore little clothing, as befit any Myrian. Bandages kept her breasts at bay to help with archery and mobility, a light cotton shift lying over that, and a long skein of fabric wrapped around her hips, which she found was suddenly askew from their motions. One hand drifted down and undid the neat tie that kept the cloth in place, letting it fall down in slow coils around her ankles. Caiyha's grace why hadn't she had the fore thought to do this earlier in life?

She had never felt so vulnerable, nor so empowered in the same stroke. He could have downed her with a single move, but it seemed both beings were far beyond that thought now. Her head nuzzled into his as he caressed her neck with his mouth, craning until her lips found his, pressing against them hungrily. All she desired was him, and it seemed she was going to get just that.

[Kalesserimamoru]

It was said that hypnotist, if not careful could fall into their own hypnotic trance, and some might say something similar to those seeking to gain more of Ionu's grace. But with the hypnotism canceled, and no illusions abound, what was it that the Dhani found himself wrapped up in? It was true that his intentions had been anything but honorable. Whether he was amused by her and was waiting for the right moment to engulf her entirely, or trying to persuade her to join him on a Myrian man hunt, or simply for a night of wild passion, it was all a very selfish need.


The Dhani removed her cotton shirt, fingers pulling and kneading the bandages aggressively until her full breasts were free and exposed to the air around them. Her own hands reached down and untied the cloth at her waist allowing it to fall away. Mamoru took a step back to admire her and to give her a short reprieve from his kisses. The trickster undid the ties to his robes, and in a snake-like motion rolled one sleeve after the other off his shoulders and flung the robes backwards, discarded carelessly behind him.


Mamoru moved against her again, pushing her back against the tree and stealing another deep, longing kiss. He started to will res to flow and form into his hands. It wasn't much, only small bits of mist like magic that upon creation, he turned it into liquid form. His palms became moist, bits of water dripping off and coating her bare flesh. He kissed her lips and neck hungrily, hands gliding across her shoulders, over her chest, belly and below as he cooled her with his touch.


For whatever his true purpose was, he was going to enjoy her as his intent had mostly claimed. Those visions he had sent her were not only one sided, he wanted to see this as well, wanted to know what it was like to share a desire and to go after it right then and there. He had her in his clutches, and in this, the Dhani wasn't completely sure how to react. Passionate moments were never planned or timed, they were raw and emotion filled, and with every kiss upon her body his tongue wanted to react as well.


Mamoru's hands gripped her shoulders, fingers massaging the watery cool into her bare skin and moving on. His hands cupped and caressed her swollen breasts, as he lapped his tongue between and over them. He could feel her jump, shivering in reaction to his methods and the trickster continued where he thought she found the most pleasure. He rained down more kisses upon her, his lips searching lower and down her slender frame. Flicking his tongue out again, he lightly traced the muscular shape in her abdomen until he found her naval, adding a kiss there and moving on to explore further below. There was no going back.