Gonna Marry the Night is a modern fantasy RP. Based in a fantasy world, where two tribes the Sun Clan and Moon Clan live divided and in constant war against each other. Where is your allegiance? Or perhaps you might be one of the exiled or survivors of various shipwrecks. Come to these lands to see what it offers.
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“If I said I was sorry, I’d be lying,” Ashe said, smirking. “Oh, don’t look at me like that.”
On the cold ground of the cave in front of her squirmed a figure—a young man—whose name she had not bothered to know. She had found him completely lost, foolishly wandering around the jungle like a sitting duck. There had been a dramatic food shortage over the course of the last few weeks, and her supply had only just run out. Ashe had not intended to resort to cannibalism; in fact, she found herself quite averse to the idea. Human meat was not like to settle nicely in her stomach, but in her life, it was eat or be eaten.
She glanced down at the struggling body again, watching as he fought violently against his constraints like it would do him any good. He had only just regained consciousness moments ago; upon finding him, Ashe had struck him on the back of the head, dropping him to the ground. She had chosen the cave to kill him in because it was usually remote—strangers were a rare sight in these parts of the wild. Ashe slid the dagger from its leather sheath, the metal barely making a sound. Her victim’s eyes glinted with fear, and his cries—muffled by a piece of cloth—increased in intensity. After a moment’s debate, she made up her mind and knelt, removing the cloth from the body’s mouth. She wanted to hear him scream.
“Help me!” he screamed. “Somebody help me!”
Ashe shifted nervously. She was almost sure that nobody would hear him, but things echoed in caves….
“Please!” he shrieked again.
She still held the cloth in her hand; she could easily shut him up…but she would enjoy this, and it would only be for a moment.
As she sharpened her knife to perfection, Ashe listened to her prey’s screams. It was a nice feeling, having the power over someone’s life. She ought to try it more.
“Help!” the young man screeched, louder than before. His cries ricocheted off the stone walls. Ashe smirked again.
Wesley grunted as he carried a hostile turned corpse through the woods. He was working his way back to Ashe's home with the body. It was someone who when they saw them drew on him with their bow, too bad for his injured self he drew much fast with a bow of his own. Two quick shots took the hostile down, it was not going to be attempting to harm him again. Ashe knew how to prepare a body, since Wesley himself really did not know how to carve up the body past where to hit to kill them.
As he neared her home he suddenly heard a scream. "Ah, so she has a visitor..." He muttered to himself. Though he knew it was most definitely a unwilling visitor. Wesley cursed the food shortage that had hit Ashe, he would supply something. He was having a hard time trying to go out and fish as he would have to do it at night, he doubted that the fish could see in the dark. He was not stupid enough to go out on to the ocean before lighting a torch. That would be saying, 'Hey I am over here, a big juicy target.'
He entered Ashe's home. "You know, that one has quite a set of lungs on him Ashe." Wesley spoke as he entered the deeper part of the cave. He dropped a dead body of a female where she could see it. "I hope this does not me- you know what that would be a stupid thing to say. You want me to keep watch?" He asked her about to leave.
Ashe crouched over the body, poised to strike--when Wesley entered, a corpse in tow behind him. Her superego, her rationality check. She was somewhat disappointed he was back so soon. His presence gave her a conscience. She resolved to overcome it.
It was difficult to speak rationally to another human being with blood-lust still surging through her veins, adrenaline pumping throughout her body. She drew in a shaky breath, and barely made out a "no." Every primal instinct was urging her to scream at him to get out, her most insane whims along the lines of killing him, but that was one of her first instincts that he had managed to control. She reflected back on their first meeting, how her lust for him had overcome her savagery, unchecked until that day. He had changed her--for the better or for the worse.
"No, thank you," she started again. "I want to finish this. You can stay and watch if you want. It should be fun."
All the while the young man on the ground had squirmed ferociously against the poisonous vines she had used to bind him. Angry, red welts had begun to break out on his wrists and ankles. The sight made her smirk.
He turned to Wesley, his eyes wide, every muscle tense. "Help me! Please! Please help me!"
Ashe raised an eyebrow. How Wesley responded to this would be interesting.
Ah, so I came at a bad time. I should have taken a bit longer to come back. Wesley thought to himself. He should have taken a bit longer the moment he heard the screams. It seemed like she was having trouble to hold herself so he might as well keep caution. Might as well keep a little more distance just in case, not wanting her bloodlust to leak over. When she is done and her bloodlust comes down. "Right, well I am not going to get in the way." Wesley spoke raising his hands taking a step back.
Her captive struggled against what bound him. He has seen death plenty of times this would be no different. After all he figured that Ashe has plenty of people who want to kill her. Her captive's pleads for help fell on death ears. "I would help you, but I know there are people here that try to kill whoever lands on that beach. I don't want to end up helping you to kill me and her. Not only that why would I want to kill who may be bearing my child inside her right now? Man how much this life has scarred me." Wesley said coldly those were the facts he knew, he was not about to start taking more risks than was now.
Did he feel back for the guy? Yeah for the most part he did, but life was the survival of the fittest. He knew it would also happen to him one day as well most likely.
Ashe noticed a slight flicker in his eyes--fear, perhaps, but more likely caution. She had never known Wesley to be particularly fearful. Smart man, she thought as he took a small step back.
His reply to her victim's plea satisfied her. It was cold and uncouth, but there were traces of his old diplomacy--if he'd had much to begin with. This life was changing him, too, even as he was changing her.
Her contentment with the way this was progressing had cooled the blood in her veins a little. She met Wesley's eyes. "I'm okay," she told him quietly. Hopefully, that would reassure him. If not--well, it would all work out in the end.
Another pitiful squeak from her captive re-centered her thoughts. "Regardless, you should stay for the show," she remarked offhandedly, the confidence returning to her tone. "This one'll be fun."
Without waiting for a reply from him, she slammed the toe of her boot into the young man's mouth. A tiny crack resounded, and he moaned miserably. A glistening tooth fell from his gaping mouth, and blood stained his lips. Her heartbeat began to quicken, a familiar pleasure building in her bones.
Wesley would have tried to save the man, if he could, but with the circumstances he just could not bring himself to risking it. Just the thought that he would have saved him was something his 'former' self would have done before all of the crap he lived through happened. He could feel himself changing, more than likely for the worse, but in life when you are in a dangerous place with not many rules it give the lead to the survival of the fittest. He had a ebbing feeling that he was changing Ashe as well, but he could not be completely sure. He could not let down his guard ever, if he did it would lead to his death. Something that he did not plan to happen until he was old, grey, and unable to move.
When he heard Ashe tell him she was okay he felt the edge come down a touch. But someone had to be cautious lest they wanted to wake the entire place to what they were doing. Then with doing so invite everyone, their brothers, sisters, parents, and grandparents to try to kill them. "Mmm. I will stick closer to the entrance just in case someone tries sneaking in. I don't want to be caught with my pants down. Past that... never mind..." He spoke before cutting himself off. She wanted to have her fun, but that posed risks he had to be ready to fight just in case.
She said this one was going to be fun, he figured she would have fun, it'd be interesting to sees how she kills this poor bastard. But before he could answer she drove her boot into his mouth, he did not even have to guess if she knocked out any teeth. He knew quite well that the force she put in more than likely knocked something out. Seconds later a tooth fell from his mouth, bloodied red his could feel Ashe's bloodlust raise with that opening.
She found it almost humorous how he edged away from her, making some excuse about watching the entrance to the cave. It might have been true, she supposed, but she thought it was more likely that her sadism made him uncomfortable. "Suit yourself," she told him.
As Wesley found his exit, Ashe bent down to her captive on the floor. He was petrified with fear, his only sounds resembling the squeaks of a mouse. She decided not speak to him; doing so would be pointless. He would satisfy her nonetheless.
She drew a knife, one of her sharpest, from the sheath on her side, and held it in front of his eyes. His irises followed her every movement.
"What's your name?" she asked him, her voice little more than a whisper.
"S-Seth," he stuttered, blood evident on his tongue.
"Are you frightened, Seth?"
The young man could only nod, trembling so much she thought he might be sick.
"Good."
With that, she plunged the knife into his left eye, and his scream was music to her ears.
Wesley was not about to leave, but he was taking as one would say a couple steps back. After all he was a part of this now, might as well see it through to the end. He already had more than enough blood on his hands, but more was not going to hurt him either. "Don't worry, I am not leaving. After all we are in this together." Wesley spoke to Ashe as he was still close enough to see what Ashe was going to do.
He watched her pull out one of her knives out of her sheath. Wesley knew that Ashe had a sadistic streak to her, so she was not going to kill her captive straight away. His mind went running trying to figure out what area she was going to hit first. Then he heard Ashe ask the captive a couple simple questions surprisingly.
Then came the part he knew was soon arriving when she drove her knife into his eye. He winced at where she went for first, he figured she would have went for the groin first. But, then again that would stifle most ability to scream out and everything.
Ashe noted that Wesley had not left...yet. She had been observing his reaction as she drove the knife into the man's eye. A small wince, and that was all. Her masochistic side was not pleased, but otherwise, she was impressed. Then again, what more of a reaction could she have asked for from someone like him? It wouldn't have been characteristic of him to do anything more than what he had.
Their prisoner, quite conversely, was screaming, writhing in pain like he was having a seizure. Crimson blood poured from his eye as if it was a small waterfall. At this point, she did not care whether anyone else heard his shrieks--which were most certainly ricocheting off the cave walls and out into the open. Their own curiosity would become their demise.
"If any unlucky wanderer happens to be curious about the sounds they hear, kill them," she told Wesley. "Also," she added, her voice breaking, "things might get a little...out-of hand. Don't try to intervene."
It was the last sane thing she said to him before her bloodlust took over.
The next hour passed in a crazed blur. It was the first time she had been able to do this in a very long time...too long. Had it been months, perhaps, since she had last succumbed to the monster inside her? Since she had last let herself go? Regardless, she needed this. It kept her from snapping--that is to say, if she had not yet snapped already.
After the bloodlust faded, Ashe had but a dim recollection of how she had forced her victim to watch as she spilled his intestines out from his abdomen, how she had cut off his smallish penis for him to admire. And she was too far gone, at that time, to remember how she had gouged out his other eye and how the young man had slipped into unconsciousness from the pain. Following his example, she had passed out from causes unknown to her--it happened most times. Unfortunately, she had not been awake to experience his death.
"Yeah, that's the plan." Wesley spoke to Ashe in between the screams from the poor guy. "That's also in the plan." He spoke again to her call to not intervene. He could try to intervene, but he would not come out a couple scratches he would have much more than a two or three scratches. Not to mention he was still recovering from wounds that Ashe dealt him from a while back. It was a little bit after that she lost control to her blood lust, reverting to a more animalistic routine as she tore into the man's body.
It took a little over a hour for Ashe to snap out of her bloodlust, reverting back to her old self. He had watched the horrifying things Ashe had done to the young man named 'Seth' well it did not faze him all too much. He had been scarred many times before watching bodies get torn apart by cannon fire. "You break out of your berserk state?" Wesley asked her when she seemed to act a bit more... sane. "You have definitely done a number to him, he dead or was the poor bastard lucky enough to survive all of this?" He asked his next question after the first, not bothering to get closer just yet incase she had not fully slipped out of her berserk, losing herself in the blood state.
Wesley's voice stirred her. Ashe had fallen unconscious with her back pressed up against one of the cave's cold stone walls and her arms pulling her legs close to her chest. Her eyelids flickered, and the world spun in and out of focus. She inhaled shakily and with a glance to her left she aware of the body slumped against the wall. "Dead," she muttered in response to him, her mind still foggy. Then, shaking herself, she rose unsteadily and took in another lungful of oxygen. Black spots danced in front of her eyes, and she stuck out a hand to press against the stone to support her. After a couple seconds of rest, the spots faded, and she removed her hand.
"I suppose I should be sorry that you had to see that," she told Wesley, meeting his eyes. "But you're used to seeing those kinds of things, aren't you?"
She turned her gaze back to the mangled corpse on the ground. His intestines, penis, and eyeballs lay scattered on the ground around him in a pool of crimson blood. Ashe raised an eyebrow at the sight. "Wow." She raised her hands in examination, noticing that her skin was stained red up to her forearms, and blood had caked under her fingernails. "That's going to be annoying to wash."
Dismissing the thought, she turned to Wesley. "Thanks for catching that," she mentioned, nodding to the other corpse.
Her mind seemed to be functioning slower than normal. She didn't like it, but it was a common aftereffect. She wanted to say something more to him, yet the words evaded her. And fatigue was overtaking her, as it usually did. Ripping through someone's stomach and pulling out their intestines demanded a certain amount of energy.
Wesley heard Ashe mutter dead; what a silly question he asked her. "Don't worry about it." Wesley said after Ashe apologized to him about what happened. "Yeah, being in war with the weapons I had to witness tends to do that to people. The ones who cannot understand or get used to it end up becoming broken inside." He spoke to Ashe not wanting to get her all excited again just incase, not to mention she must be tired from all that.
"Yeah, but it will eventually come out." He spoke to her as she looked at her finger nails and around her to the mess she made. He was surprised how much of a mess was caused after Ashe 'lost herself'. "You going to be okay after that?" He asked her with slight concern crossing his face.
"Was not the plan to catch that one, but she did try to kill me while I was out scavenging. She had the drop on me, but made the fatal mistake of missing me with her arrow. Led her on a chase, then caught her off guard with a couple arrows to the gut. Finished her with my blade to her neck." He told Ashe his short story. As he looked at her, how he saw her act proved to him that she was tired. "Just rest Ashe, I will stand guard till morning then I will sleep while you take care of the bodies." He said trying to coax her to sleep.
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She listened to his narrative, but his words flowed in one ear and out the other. Suddenly, he was gently urging her to get some rest, wondering if she was okay. His offer was tempting, but before she could agree, Ashe noted the concern in his eyes. Weakness. And you're becoming just like him. Dreke would have been disappointed.
She responded with a vigorous shake of her head and inhaled another lungful of air. The crisp wind supplied her with a brief burst of energy, just enough to vaporize her stupor. "No, I'm fine. Before I met you, I was solely dependent on myself. My 'episodes' weren't just short little periods of time in which I 'let myself go;' they were my permanent state of mind. I can handle myself, but thanks for your concern." With that, she strode over to Seth's body and picked up his feet, hauling him over to the entrance of the cave. With a great heave, she flung him about three feet away into a clump of bushes. "The wolves can have him. Now, let's prepare dinner."
The sun was high in the sky, and the day was brisk. If they began preparing the body now, it would be ready before dark. The cave was a halfway point between the river and her lean-to.
She turned to Wesley. "I'm going to wash at the river. Will you help me take the body there so we can prepare it?"
Wesley listened as Ashe told him she was okay. "So after you met me your episodes went down in number?" Wesley spoke as his other side voice it's opinion. Careful, she still isn't tamed. She will kill you the moment she sees you as weak. But then again like the first time you m- Wesley drove those thoughts to the back of his head, there were more important things to go about right now. "Yeah I got her." He answered Ashe after she tossed her unwilling companion in the bushes for the wolves. His stomach growled after the mention of food.
He lifted the body up with his good arm before carrying the lifeless body to the river. You are going to end up like that corpse one day due to this girlfriend of yours. Either by ambush or when you two decide to have some f-. He drove his other side out of his mind once more. These little annoyances were getting on his nerves as he mumbled to himself as he carried the body. Knowing Ashe's skills they will be done before nighttime, but that was as long as he wasn't taking his time to carry this body to the river.
Before long they had arrived at the river, he dropped the body down at the edge of the river. Well they would be making use of the woman's body completely. Though truth be told Ashe knew what could be and what would not be useable so he was going to leave it to her.
As they picked up the body, she thought carefully about Wesley's question. Ashe had never really considered it herself---but he was right. Before they had met, she would feel an insane need to kidnap, stab, torture, or kill something about once every several days. This episode had been small and relatively humane compared to her previous ones. But now? Perhaps it was the sexual gratification, but she had not felt this way in...could it really have been months? You pathetic little weakling, hissed a voice inside of her. She furrowed her eyebrows. "How interesting," she wondered aloud. "Yes, it's been months since I...." Ashe found herself unable to finish. "Months."
With Wesley's help, she carried the body to the river. Ashe noticed that he was still favoring his bad arm. "Your arm, how is it?" she heard herself ask. Why did I ask him that?
Finally, they arrived at the river. The rush of water rolling over stones filled her ears, and she tried vainly to use it as a distraction from her whirling thoughts. It was time to get to work. The sun was setting still. She whipped out her sharpest knife and sliced into the corpse's neck with ease. The body was still relatively fresh, and the blood had not yet settled to the bottom; it would be a messy job.
Within an hour, she had decapitated the woman and skinned the skull. Crimson blood coated her hands like gloves that stretched to the elbows. Fortunately, Ashe had remembered to roll up the sleeves of her tunic---it would not do to stain only of her only cotton blouses. Then she would have to go into a settlement and steal one---or, she thought, looking down at the headless carcass, she could steal this one. It was a delightful forest green, with only a few rips. The dirt could be easily washed out. Might as well. She rinsed the skull, wrapped it in a cloth, and stored it in her trusty leather satchel. Then, yanking the tunic off the corpse, she dipped it in the river, rubbed it against itself in the water, gave it a vigorous wringing, and wrapped it in another cloth to be packed away.
Another hour, and she had isolated and cleaned the rib cage and thigh bones. This woman's ribs were curiously thick---they would make fantastic bones. I could always use another bone dagger, she thought cheerfully. Dissecting a body was one of her favorite things to do. She had forgotten how much pleasure it brought her.
It took her a final half-hour to butcher the body and rinse the chops. The finest meat, somewhat unfortunately, could be found in the buttocks, which was why cleaning and skinning it properly was important. Finished, she buried everything away in her bag and stood up with a flourish. "Voila!" she declared proudly. "We are finished!"
max: Boy, the site really went downhill... Surprised you two are still here, but fear not, I have returned!
Jun 6, 2018 22:47:16 GMT -5
snowman: Welcome back.
Jun 6, 2018 23:29:23 GMT -5
max: So anyone got hold of the admin? See if they're willing to transfer control to one of us, unless you two love birds wanna be the only ones on this site
Jun 7, 2018 15:10:00 GMT -5
snowman: Tried a while back when I posted to one of her threads, but hadn't heard anything
Jun 7, 2018 17:29:04 GMT -5
max: Did you try messaging her on Discord?
Jun 7, 2018 17:48:34 GMT -5
snowman: I tagged her I believe correctly and nothing.
Jun 7, 2018 23:53:53 GMT -5
max: Hm, I'll see if I can get a hold of her
Jun 8, 2018 0:05:26 GMT -5
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