Closed Forsaken Together [Venser Rush]

[Redd]

Day 19, Autumn, 514 AV
- The Foundation

Redd was seated upon one of the chairs out the back of The Foundation, her hazel hues staring up at the night sky and following the moon’s course as it crossed it. A growl rose to her lips as she stood up from the bench and began to pace the courtyard. She had been very sure of herself, she had been very sure about her revenge. Ever since her right eye had been ripped out of her head, she had felt anger and pain; she had allowed it to well within her own mind while she had rested. Karn had only provided her with some information and she had followed this information when she had felt better in order to confirm it. The young wolf had followed Venser to The Malt House and had even followed him down the alleyway, where he had confused her something shocking. She had been left with a dilemma that she didn’t know what to do with. She wanted to kill Venser, ever since the alleyway, she had wanted to kill him even more. While he hadn’t taken her eye, he had taken something else from her. He had physically demanded her submission and taken her innocence from her.

She turned to view the door that would take her back into The Foundation and she knew what she would have to do. She had to kill him, she had to kill him otherwise she wasn’t sure how long she could hold out against him. It was only a matter of time before he demanded the submission of her mind as well. Even though he had demanded physical satisfaction from her, she too had enjoyed it, probably more than she wanted to. However, that didn’t change the facts, he had stolen from her, not once but twice and he had to die. She stalked forwards and pushed open the door that lead into the main room of The Foundation Today, the young wolf would kill him, but she paused in this thought for a brief moment as she tried to puzzle out how she would kill him. However, her mind had other plans as it questioned this course of action. Did she really want to kill him? If she killed him, then there would be no one that challenged her, that brought about the type of pleasure that she got from the pain that was inflicted upon her body. She stopped for a moment as she hesitated outside the door that would take her into the room that the man occupied.

She lifted her right hand to gently press to the bandages that covered her right eye socket and she drew in a slow breath. The man beyond the door had made her feel things that she never thought truly existed. If she killed him, she would never be able to instigate, to annoy him and challenge him to find out more about herself. For not only did he make her feel things, but he made her realized things about herself that she didn’t know. A growl fell upon her lips as she paced away from the door, yanking a hand through her brindled red locks. No, he had to die, he had to die because he took her right eye, he ripped it out of her skull and a wolf never forgot such things. They never forgot and they always made sure that revenge was sought. Revenge that her mind was wavering on, especially considering that even though when they had been in the alley and he had done something to her, something she didn’t really understand, she had woken up back at The Foundation. She shook her head as she growled at herself, No, she had to have her revenge.

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[Venser Rush]

Eyes closed. Mind cleared. Stay in the sweet spot, Venser. This magic is one that's not quite familiar to you yet.

The Rush twin lay upon the couch that was his temporary bed, his mind fully enveloped in the process of focus as he sought to rid himself of the world around him. He paused, breathed, exhaled, repeated the process. He did so again, and again until he felt that the sounds about him were beginning to fade away. He then tapped into the wellspring of his djed. Venser Rush was very intent on getting this right as he brought the djed from the depth of his soul and welled it at the palm of his left hand. It did not rise immediately, though the silver ribbon that welled within Venser's thought, his unconscious association with his Res, did. He saw it in his mind's eye, the Rush twin reaching for it, straining and intent on pulling on the Res that it led to.

He focused harder, a total of twenty ticks passing before the ribbon was clenched tightly in Ven's mind's eye, Res beginning to permeate at the surface of his palm as tiny, silver nodes. The nodes combined together, coalescing as more and more Res materialized from his hand, the nodes combining to form a single, wedge shape, pointed but otherwise jagged at the sides. The Rush twin pursed his lips at his lack of ability to properly sculpt his Res and decided to invest his time in learning to do so. A hand moved over the Res, a gesture placed in order to assist in his concentration as he murmured quietly. Focus continued to build with the gesture and incantation until the Res began to mould more tightly together. Edges smoothed out and rounded, though the point kept at the top. A smile materialized upon Venser's lips as he created what looked to be a stake made of silver, keeping it so until at last he willed for transmutation to occur.

Venser Rush pulled at the Res, weaving his connection to it and pushing himself all the more until at last the Res slowly began to transmute, flakes of stone chipping away at the sides of the stone object until at last, the entire stake of stone was constructed. Venser Rush held the object in his hand as he stared up at the ceiling, looking at it for several moments as he heard shuffling movement outside of his door. Curiousity caught his attention for a moment, the Rush twin rather wary, though when it subsided and Venser was still alone, he decided to ignore it for a moment. Instead, he held the stone stake in his hand, placing his left hand against the body of the couch and closing his eyes. He had not lost the strange inclination that there was someone outside.

Nor would he take his chance. He was living with Redd and Miro, the former of which had already stalked him once and most likely had a very serious grudge against him. Instead, Venser half closed his eyes, bringing his hand to his forehead in an attempt to seem like he was sleep. He would then lie in waiting, listening for the sound of footsteps again. For if she decided to strike, he would be prepared...

Why not simply kill her and be done with it, Rush?

She is not my slave to kill.

Do you truly think Miro will care? He didn't mind you removing her eye.

It is none of my concern regarding what he 'minds' or ignores. I will hold by the standard of letting the Kelvic live unless the situation arises where I truly need to kill her.

What if she tries to kill you?

I fully expect it. Yet, I don't fear her hand just yet. I am prepared, you know this, Karn.

I know that you are arrogant. And she could perhaps catch you off guard.

I have your eyes to watch my back.

What makes you think I will?

Because you're too much of a coward to welcome death as I do.

The Rush twin smirked as Karn fell silent. Intent on listening for an intruder, Venser kept his ears open but his eyes closed.

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[Redd]

Redd stopped and tuned to view the door, her hazel hue watched it for a moment before she bit down upon her bottom lip. Did she really want to do this? Yes! Yes she had to do it, there was no backing out of it now, for she had set her mind upon it. At least she could think of the upside about this, at least she wouldn’t continue to hurt once he was dead, nor would she continue to feel conflicted. Slowly she crossed back over to the door and lifted her right hand to gently press it against the door's wooden surface, closing her hazel hue for a moment. She told herself it was because she was preparing herself for the kill, but really, she knew that she was only stalling. Her hand slid along the wooden door until it rested upon the handle, listening to see if there was any sound coming from within. Silence, there was only silence and she hesitated once more. What am I doing? She asked herself, Why am I stalling? She knew why, but she didn’t want to admit that she wanted more than just revenge from him. Her top lip curled back as she silently growled at herself to move forwards. The young wolf finally opened the door and slowly stepped in to the room, only to slowly and gently close the door behind her.

She stood there for a long moment as she listened to the room, it was silent, very silent and she took that as a sign that the man was sleeping. The room was familiar to her and she knew that there was only one place where he could be sleeping and with soft footsteps, she made her slow way over towards the man. Once she was but a couple of steps away from the couch, she stopped, her hazel hue moving to stare down at the man lying there. The young wolf could only see the outline of his figure, for it was dark, but she only needed to see the outline, for his scent was strong and rich. It was intoxicating to the wolf and she wanted nothing more than to experience the same thing that she had in the alley, minus whatever it was that he had done to her to make her fall unconscious. The beast within agreed that he was a good choice in mate, for he was dominate and demanded things from her like a good alpha male did. While he had ripped out her eye, it was him only trying to assert his dominance over her and the beast within agreed. Could she really fault him for that?

Yes, yes she could and it was the revenge that she sought, revenge for the loss of her eye. She turned her gaze away from the sleeping man and slowly moved away from him. Only to crouch down beside his things, her hands moving to his bag and seeking out that little dagger that she had seen. It took a moment, but she finally located the small weapons and slowly, she slid one from its place, holding the small weapon in her right hand as she rose from her crouch. She drew in a slow breath as she slowly moved back towards Venser, standing above him as she hesitated once again. His hand was pressed to his forehead and he appeared to be sleeping peacefully. She angled her head slightly as more hesitation filled her form, could she really kill this man? He appeared… Peaceful in his sleep, he didn’t look so tense like he appeared to be while awake. Redd, stop. He tore out your right eye, don’t hesitate now, she told herself as she adjusted her grip upon the small punch dagger. She leaned forwards lifting her right hand and it stilled for a moment as she took in that sleeping face. No! No, don’t hesitate now, just thrust the dagger into that man’s neck already! She screamed at herself and suddenly, she found herself thrusting the weapon forth towards his neck.

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[Venser Rush]

The Rush twin looked up with half open eyes as Redd entered the room. Her approach was slow, almost painfully slow, the man quite willing to simply show her the lesson of submission for the last time before he threatened to end her. He truly did not want to, for it was not his domain to stand and judge her worthy or not to be destroyed. However, Venser was not one to suffer through the repeated instances of attempted murder. But, things were off. Venser's eyes found the woman shuffling through his things, the clink when her hands found his punch dagger audible, and a laugh nearly escaped his lips.

The punch daggers? Gods, those are difficult to use. There's no way...

Rather, the Rush twin waited, intent on committing to his facade of ignorance and watching her as she watched him. Beneath his hand, his eyes were watching, noting the obvious conflict in the Kelvic's features. He watched her fit her fingers through the weapon's grip, and it was then that Venser decided to retaliate. The Rush twin did not require movement of the lower body. Rather, Venser Rush pulled at the fabric of his djed, wresting strength from the depths of his soul. A bead of djed, thick and saturated in concentration, passed through the pathways of his lower body. The djed from both of his legs was wrought from both appendages, the most muscle rich, mass intensive parts of his body harvested from for what was almost the first time.

A rare spot to pull from, but it suited the situation. And thus, Venser directed the djed. Channeled into his abdomen, the full force of one of Venser's legs, strength enough to support the weight of his entire body, flowed powerfully in his abdomen. The remaining djed rushed into both of his shoulders. For the moment, Venser's lower body would be entirely paralyzed, yet the pay off...

Venser Rush felt his body rise up rapidly, the muscles hardly bothering to even strain as the strength of the Flux flowed through the muscle group. His upper body spun, his shoulders quickly raising both of his arms as he reacted. Venser struck the hand wielding the blade with his own, open palm. Should the blow connect, Venser also brought his other arm forward, intent on grabbing the Kelvic about the waist for the second time. If he made contact, Venser used the enhanced strength of his upper body to lift the Kelvic, pivoting at the waist. When he did so, he channeled his djed again, intent on sending all of the strength back to his legs and return his body to balance.

Venser was intent on keeping the Kelvic pinned down below him, the man's body turning so that, if she did not move from his ministration of the Flux, he rested with his body's weight on her right arm. He pinned with his body as his right hand gripped around her waist. Venser sought for his entire body to be pressed to hers so that her blows, should she choose strike with her free hand, would have minimal force behind them.

It was also so that the earthen stake was still within reach, for he had released it. He would not hesitate to use it if the need arose.

"Again, Redd. Why do you insist on putting yourself in these scenarios? I've asked you once, and you denied it. Now, I ask you twice. Do you still choose to refute my question? And that attempt... it was just sorry. Horrible. I watched as you hesitated. I could have risen up and killed you in the time it took for you to even enter the room.

Is this really an attempt to rid yourself of your oppressor?"

The Rush twin constricted his grip upon the woman, grabbing hold of her right arm with his right hand, gripping at the wrist and pulling it behind her back should she choose not to resist. The motion, if successful would bring Venser closer to Redd,

"Or is this something else? Is this you seeking your own domination? Do you challenge me, hoping to lose?"

The Rush twin sneered at the question, bringing himself dangerously close to the Kelvic's face. He sought for her to admit to her enjoyment of her own domination. For if she did, then Venser would gladly grant her the submission she desired from herself.

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[Nemesis]

Redd

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Weapon: Punch Dagger	*	+1
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Venser Rush

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Lores

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• Something is seriously wrong with Redd’s mind… actually considering leaving the man alive? After everything he’s put her through? She’s crazy. Glad to see her taking action… shame this wasn’t finished; I could have really gotten on board with this thread