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DWD RP - Thorn

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He stood perfectly still with his eyes closed. Predicting the future… predicting his success, drinking in the triumph he had already procured. The screams carried down the hall and bounced along the catacomb like structure of the subterranean lair he operated out of. There was a sweetness to the sound. A maddening romance to the feeling he got when he knew he was winning. Vaguely aware that she had already been there, he felt her small hands slide admiringly down the muscles of his back before they glided around his sides to trail along his abs. His eyes opened slightly to stare straight ahead as a cheek nuzzled his back speaking it’s undying devotion stronger than any words.

“Do you have nothing better to do?” He said flatly.

“Nothing’s more important than you my Lord.” She sighed blissfully, and she believed it.

“I can then assume you have secured the location of the Major’s children?”

“The snipers simply await your word Lord…” her warm breath spoke to the feathers she held in her embrace in a whisper.

“Then they have it.” He narrowed his eyes darkly.

“Lord… you will be happy then?”

The question cut through his usual indifference and he glanced over his shoulder at all he could see of the woman which was a mass of red and ebony hair.

“I will be appeased.”

“Serves him right, no one denies your will Lord… no one will dare to restrict your access to anything without answering for it.” The hands moved along seductively to his Pecs and his eyes slid to watch them coldly. “You are the greatest… the most feared… magnificent.”

“Thorn.”

“My lord?”

“I did not come here to keep audience with anyone.”

“Oh… I know…” Her fingers walked up his chest and he turned his bill away from them when they tried to touch it. “I saw where you were heading… and I know what you think about in here Lord… and I can’t let you think those things. I want you to forget them. I want you to see what you have and just wait for that time to come when you  can-”

“Silence.” He hissed. Her hands stroked the strong angles of his bill longingly and he bared his teeth.

“Silence is what you should not have to endure Lord… I will fill it for you…” Her fingers traced the sharp teeth cutting the pads of her digits and he fixed his glare straight ahead again. “…you know you’re fond of me.” She murmured lovingly. “I may not be her… but I can pretend… my Lord-”

“Shut up.”

“I am bleeding Lord.”

“That will be the least of your problems if you don’t-“ he paused when her finger pressed against his tongue the metallic taste of her blood making him lose his train of thought.

“Will I ever been your queen my love? I would be more than she could ever be… I know what your mind wants… I know what your body needs…”

It was with a furious snarl that he spun around and slammed her against the wall by the shoulders. Her remaining dark blue eye looked up at him from the mass of hair with excitement which caused his mouth to curl deeper into the scowl.

“I want the Major’s children killed.” He growled. “I want their bodies left where he can find them and so he may cradle their lifeless forms… then you are to send the hostage tape from his wife to him. Do you understand Thorn?”

“I understand my darling… my Lord…” she breathed desperately as if he was caressing her with sweet nothings. “I will see your will is done… “

“…and if you dare put your fingers in my mouth again… you will leave with out them.”

She sighed in ecstasy.

“Yes my Lord.”

He scowled and pushed her away toward the door.  The room around him seemed to dance with darkness as she stood still watching him. A growl rattled in his throat.

“Leave.” He snarled.

“I will Lord, I will… but I hoped to discuss something with you.”

“I believe we have discussed enough.”

“Drake Crackshell.”

His face remained hard but the sudden mention of the name had arisen more curiosity than anger.

“What of him?” He said flatly.

“I don’t think he belongs here my Lord…” The tender sheen to her features thinned to reveal the hardness she showed to the rest of the world. He alone had her affection, whatever use that was supposed to be to him he didn’t care to think on.

“I see.”

“He is a reckless and sloppy child Lord. There are so many who would be more faithful and respectful to you and your cause Lord Prodigy.”

“I have no doubt there are.”

“Then why? Why do you reward him?” Her voice cracked with passionate hatred. “Why, of all your loyal is it him you favor? He thinks of himself as your second in command! The whelp believes himself worthy to be your equal-“

“Thorn.” The silkily dark tone of his voice silenced her immediately but the resentment burned ever brighter in her eye. “I would hate to think… that of all my underlings… that it would be you to question my judgment.” The woman’s face quickly melted into horror and his sadistic smile spread slowly like a shadow growing across a room at sundown.  “I am aware of the boy’s egotism, of his desires, do you suspect I harbor some sort of fondness for him?”

Thorn stared at him intently, apparently unable to find the words to respond. A morbid chuckle rolled off the walls as he inspected his war torn hands distantly almost dreamily.

“These hands…. These hands have served me better than any who swear their fealty and devotion. There is none I trust as much as myself.” His eyes locked on her harshly and she shivered. “If you’re insinuating… my dear, that you believe the boy is an interloper… one that has escaped my watchful eye… my loyal hands…”

“I don’t Lord.” She retorted quickly. “I was just-“

“Jealous.” He finished for her and her demeanor sagged visibly. “The jealous heart of a woman…” he mused in the tones of wicked relish. “…is best ripped from her body by a strong and steady hand.”

“I am sorry my Lord…” Her voice was broken, as he knew it would be… he could nearly taste her will break. “I did not mean to insult your brilliance.”

“Then insult me no longer by removing yourself from my sight.”


She stumbled slightly before she walked out swinging her hips as she went. His glare stayed on the empty doorway long after she’d gone and he slid his tongue along his teeth ridding them of the blood she’d deposited there. His eyes turned back to the wall that held his attention before he’d been interrupted. A small worn photograph of two faces smiled back at him. One face was framed with red hair… blue eyes… he tasted the lingering blood in his mouth once more. The faded photo was granted a gentle touch. His hands were not accustomed to dispersing the tender pressure they granted the other inhabitant of the picture. A small blonde girl’s smudged image vanished from his sight as his finger rested upon it.  He narrowed his eyes at the crimson haired face.

“…where are you hiding?” He growled to no one.
Hmmmm. I think writing crazy Prodigy... has become way too easy.. and entertaining.

Anywho... this came out of listening to way too much Sweeney Todd ( Mostly "My Friends" [link] The hypnotic madness of Sweeney really lets my mind wander down those tormented roads. Luckily I always come back ;D )

The woman, Thorn, is a character Deanna has pretty much been dying to bring in to the roleplay for ages... but I keep telling her to chill. ^^; Hah... because, you know... I'M one to talk. Sheesh. I have a feeling she'll be coming around soon enough... though.... not from this timeline. She's... uh... a big fan of Prodigy's if ya haven't noticed... and looks an awful lot like a gothed out little good girl named Mary. :D


Hmmm, so I think that's all I've got to blather on about.

Thorn, Mary, and Kamie are (c) *DJMoose

Drake Crackshell is (c) *vaporshi

Prodigy is... crazy. and er... mine. SURPRISE SURPRISE ANOTHER NUT JOB IN MY GROWING COLLECTION.

BUT HEY! At least he didn't KILL anyone in this one! That's got to count for something... unless... of course... you count him giving the snipers the... go... ahead... oh forget it. I'm just an evil morbid person.
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Mopar's avatar
I can only repeat what I said before...

What...a...freakshow.

I'm afraid to see more. Yet I WANT to see more.

I'm scared.