Feral Love(closed)

[Asa]

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Azalee

Her people for centuries had been scattered throughout the world. Immortal... Prized by Gods revered by humans... Feared by Gods and humans. With only a handful of a few hundred or so left of her people they had further scattered themselves hiding in the wild and with these modern humans who had lost the knowledge of who they were or how to spot them. A few of the forgotten gods also lingered among the humans those replaced by other pantheons eons ago.

Azalee had little use for the deities having spent many a lifetime either in their beds willing or not or fighting for them if the price was right or wielding her magics for them as sorceress or witch. The beauty of her people seemed to have blessed her above most which had been a blessing and a curse especially since she loved to fight... Then again some of the Gods seemed to find her ferocity in battle apparently a turn on as well.

To those of a more magical sight her true eyes were amethyst. She had an unsettling presence to most deities which suited her just fine and was in fact a bonus since she was very used to standing against deities of death and destruction. She called the edge of a wild life preserve home and preferred her solitude and distance from the lingering deities from various tossed out pantheons.
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Sacred Pit was a run down blood stained roughneck of a bar in the middle of nowhere. The story behind the name was that the old man built the place on top of the charred remains of some ancient ghost town church. The old man may have looked in the face and eyes to be in his 80's at least but the tree trunk arms and massive form and his penchant for literally throwing people causing trouble out his bar by the throat he could easily say he owned the mkst well behaved dive bar in the area if not the world. Most just called him the old man... Humans called him that. Those more than human who knew of his kind called him Vanden. He like several others were of the ancient ones Feralna. If you were more than human of an elder kind and you were in trouble he was the one who could direct you to the proper solution. Which was the case now as he sat at the bar with a younger looking man talking.

Don't say it let me guess... You find yourself in need of a Feralna because you are sure you are next on the radar of that river vermin your pantheon calls a God of death? Now let's see if I can figure out what room in that house you called home... Entertaining eyes that most every woman in here locked on. Built like you were born in a gym and a smile as my bartender sister said straight out of an erotic novel. So Love or lust... Doesn't really matter does it Aphrodite booted you from that job when the Greeks stepped up. Guess they felt the world needed a Goddess for the role of love instead of a man.

I know someone well versed in fighting beings of death. Hell she loves to fight... Yes she! I am not saying she will help you. Nor am I gonna say dropping my name as who sent you will matter either. Azalee has... very little love or respect for deities... Her story to tell not mine but if anyone can protect you... It's her.

With that he gave him the address and wished him the best of luck. He looked over to his sister with a sigh... She's gonna kill me for this isn't she Lania?

The bartender smiled and laughed.

If she can keep handsome there's hands off of her long enough. He may be some dethroned God of Love and Lust but you literally threw that boy into a viper pit little brother. A very beautiful viper pit.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

Bes's eyes wandered around the terrible excuse of a bar looking for this Azalee the Bartender and Vanden spoke so highly of. Before, when he was loved and worshiped by the people of the mortal plain, Bes would have never thought of wandering into a hovel like this one, smelling of split mead and the sweat of warriors and would be heroes who've spent one too many days battling something or another. But, As they say, desperate times call for desperate measures.

As he walks into a dark corner of the bar, he finds a lone figure enjoying her drink. He wanders to her and flashes his best smile. At 6'2 with dark skin and piercing brown eyes and a well kept beard, He's always been used to getting his way with his looks, and this time should be no different. "You must be the Azalee I've been told so much about."

 

[Asa]

A brow raised. He reeked of diety and she knew he had talked to the owner... Why was he always directing these displaced Gods to her doorstep as it were.

What-if I am? Who are you and no mortal name bullshit.

She would be nice in here and gestured for him to sit down.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

Pulling up the chair Bes takes a seat, flashing another smile with his perfect white teeth. "Hahaha a feisty one, the owner wasn't wrong. My name is Bes, God of love, lust, Music, wine, and sexual pleasure. The owner says you can help me with a certain...problem I'm having."

As he sits across from her he runs his eyes along her body, for a warrior she was rather pretty, even beautiful in her own right.

"I was hoping we could come to some kind of arrangement, I could pay you with anything you wish if you decide to help me"

 

[Asa]

Vanden should know better. I have spent centuries along with my people dealing with helping the Gods and humans. I hold no care for deities any more nor their weakening lives.

Cold eyes shot steel glance towards Vanden.

I have also endured at the hands of other gods of you titles.

Her hatred clear as she spoke. Why did Vanden keep doing this? And knowing her past why did he send some dethroned God of lust to her. Two centuries as the chained pet and destroyer of a other God of lust... For Vanden she would hear him out.

What sort of trouble?

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

Bes smiles and reaches out and take's her hand. It was much softer then he would imagine a warrior's hands to be.

"The kind of trouble that your skills would be a particular help to. I was told you enjoy a fight, well how would you like to fight a God of Death? See, I was ousted by the gods from my position and now I have a deranged God of Death after me. Normally, he would be no trouble to me, I was once worshiped as a God of protection in a land mortals now call Egypt, so I never shy away from a fight, but well, being ousted, my powers are significantly weaker, that's where you come in..."

 

[Asa]

And there is the reason Vanden senf him to her. Another God of death on a power trip. A brow raised at him simply touching her like that.

I have been known for putting death Gods out of their misery yes.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

His eyes fixed on hers and he grinned "So I've heard. So will you take it? You will be handsomely rewarded, well beyond your wildest desires."

 

[Asa]

What could a powerless dethroned God offer as payment to make claims like that.

She pulled her hand away still not sure about this little situation. No matter how much she liked killing.

The door flew open and a strange looking servitor walked in with a deathly stench and snarl.

Minion of your hunter?

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

"Well he isn't a friend of mine, so probably?" Bes replied smart assedly. Pulling out a long curved and jeweled dagger from under his coat he hands it to her "why don't you earn your pay?"

 

[Asa]

Standing she pushes the blade away.

Didn't say I would take the job now did I?

Seeing this thing moving towards them she grinned and began moving it's way. It quickly became evident with the oh shits and the scattering of patrons that she had fought in here before. An almost got grey cloud seemed to whisper around her arms back claws growing.

The gnarled creature spoke...

Fight isss not with you feline. Leave.

Nah... Not gonna happen

Azalee smirked and leaped at the creature. Soon blood was flying as well as tables and chairs.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

Bes watched in Awe as Azalee moved around the room fighting his would be attacker. Her moves were quick, almost cat like. And the old bartender was right, she did look like she was enjoying herself, a large grin across her face as she attacked the wraith with nothing but her bare hands, hitting and scratching, even biting at it.

Then when she grew tired of toying with it, she wrestled it to the ground and snaps its neck in two, a loud adaudable snap filling the bar as everyone grows silent.

Bes finishes his drink and walks to Azalee, she still on top of the Wraith, and looks down at her sweat covered body. Holding down a cup of mead to her he smiles "So do I owe you for this, or is this something you like to do for fun on a Saturday?"

 

[Asa]

Who said this was done for you? They reek and I really didn't like it stinking up the place.

She stood and Vanden nodded for a couple of guys to move the body.

Deities are nothing but trouble... Especially those that think they are some sort of gift to humanity.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

"Stick up the place?" Bes says laughing "Well you're a little late on your work then sweetie, I think the owner here thinks stink adds to the experience".

Then sighing he looks her in the eyes "I know you and your type have reason to be afraid of and hate Gods, we've used you to fight our wars and in many cases like whores, but I can promise you, no harm will come to you if you work for me, where I'm from felines, and anyone who associates with felines, were once worshiped, in fact there was even a Goddess who was half cat...." he says thinking back to the old days "....but that was long ago..."

 

[Asa]

Yes Bast and Sekmet. For their sake perhaps I will help you.

She nodded accepting a wet towel from Vanden and cleaning off her claws. The faintest sign of her rare feline form showing in the faint clouded leopard spots before her hands returned to normal.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

"Ah so you know your people's history. That's lost on so much of the young these days." Smiling he points to the bar "Allow me to by you a drink, for a job well done, then a room where you can wash the stench of that wraith off you"

 

[Asa]

A growl curled her lips at the annoyance of this God.

How young do you think I am? I have endured those of your pantheon before as lab rat for one and

She growled again thinking of her time suffering that vermin Set.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

Bes flashes a grin at her "I meant no offence, but for me, you and most everything on this earth are but mere infants, and it's refreshing to meet someone who still knows a thing or two of the old ways. Now, will you join me for that drink, even this terrible mead tastes better with company."

 

[Asa]

I remember Thoth and Set well as well as others. Many refused to leave our mountains alone.

She shrugged and nodded to the bartender who grabbed a couple of Oculto beers and brought them to the table.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

Escorting her to the table and taking a beer into his hands he smiles at the girl "You and I will get along nicely" he says sipping on the beer. "hmm not too bad for human beer" he says smiling and licking his lips

 

[Asa]

They have their talents...

She downed the beer. Watching the human women stare at Bes and stifles a cross between laughter and disgust.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

Bes watches as Azalee tries to hide her laughter as the women in the bar stare and ogle at him. But his eyes are fixed on the woman in front of him, his eyes exploring her curves, he smiles "You know, you actually are quite stunning when you are smiling and not trying to kill someone"

 

[Asa]

And you seem to fail to understand I hold no interest in being another conquest for some sex driven dirty.

The bartender quickly brings a couple more beer.

Remember girl... You can end a fight or protect a patron but don't start any fights. And as you know no knives and no guns. Already clean up too much blood around here without Intentionally causing it.

 

[HotSouthernGuy]

Bes grins rolling his eyes "My, can't take a complement without thinking I want to get into your pants huh?" he then looks at the bartender. "Don't worry, we'll be out of your hair soon, keep the drinks coming til then, maybe something a little harder then just beer though?"

 

[Asa]

The bartender nods and sets out a bottle of Feralna whiskey.

Strongest stuff in the place... Your funeral love

She just laughed and walked away.