The Exiled Warlock

Subject: The Exiled Warlock 3/22/2011, 9:08 pm

There were many times that she could think back in her
past where she had been cast aside because of who she was. Never before
had she been forced out. Yes, this was the first that she had been
forced out and the reason that was given was not one she could
understand. Her father hadn't been around or she would have felt it.
Raksha was sure of it but here she was wandering outside the city gates
and for what...to find a way back in. A scoff was given as she shook her
head. There wasn't a way back in...a way to her family...her
husband...shit even back to her fucking reign. She would always be Queen
but apparently not of Abyss City anymore. Luci gained and only by
default. A snare escaped her as she shockwaved the cement wall.

"GOD YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING ME!! BUILT LIKE FT. KNOX!"

Slamming her fist into the wall several times before she took the
smallest of breaks. There was no getting in. Even if she was to get past
the wall, she was sure there was some sort of magickal barrier that
would continue to keep her out. A deep sigh escaped her as she looked
around. What was she too do. All she owned was within those walls
though....she searched her purse. Idiots! They forgot to take her debt
card. She had access to her billions in the bank. That is all she needed
for the moment but her father...she will need to figure out what to do
about him later.

Pushing away from the wall as she looked about her. The woods weren't
anything she was truly familiar with as Raksha always kept herself
confined within the walls of the city. Slowly walking through the woods,
looking for a place to at least stay for the evening but all she did
was keep walking. There was nothing around and her Chopper was inside so
she couldn't go to the next town. A dark growl escaped her as her pace
quickened. Her eyes darting about in search of something but she didn't
know what it was exactly that she was searching for. All she knew
was...she had to find it.

Subject: Re: The Exiled Warlock 3/22/2011, 10:59 pm

It was funny to watch the cute little red head wander so aimlessly through her woods. Like some lost little puppy she looked to and fro, more than likely obsessing over the material things. Those purple eyes watched the woman as she walked through the woods, the blue and purple haired Necromancer resting lazily in the trees above with her legs crossed and arms folded tightly against her in a most comfortable little ball. Giggling softly she smirked as that child like little giggle echoed through the woods seeming to come from every where at once. It wasn't intentional but the thought of tormenting the warlock after such an emotional disaster was one that was, quite honestly, making this wicked little woman quite happy.

Even as Raksha stepped out of view the Necromancer seemed to glide from tree limb to tree limb watching...waiting...expecting. It was a quaint night, the moon full, the stars twinkling, everything was perfect...too perfect. With a flash of her violet eyes the clouds slowly began to roll in followed shortly after by a light drizzle. NOW things were getting interesting. As the drizzle became a torrential down pour the Necromancer floated down to the grass covered ground. One hand peeling the glove off the other hand only to reveal that lightly blue hued skin..something that the Natasha had tried to keep some what hidden since her entrance to this new and exciting life outside of the walls of The Abyss and outside the walls of her own city in the sky.

The second that bare hand touched the ground however trees began to wither with alarming speed as if the very life had been sucked out of them. Perhaps this Queen of Plague would like to experience a bit of a shock to the real world now instead of living in the safety and security of her luxury. Laughing that little giggle once more she slipped back in to the shadows and continued to watch. Hoping, no, praying...that no one interrupted her little game. It had been far too long since Natasha had had the joy of simply fucking with someone and given her and Raksha's long history...this seemed to be the perfect woman to fuck with.

Subject: Re: The Exiled Warlock 3/28/2011, 7:17 pm

Each step was silent like a predator on the prowl. Yes she was in the search of something but she didn't care anymore as she would find it when it was time. If one continued to search for something in particular the they would miss everything else that came across their path. Keep an open mind and you can see all. A smirk drifted across her lips as she stopped to clear her mind of all the anger and frustration. Closing her eyes as she took a deep and heavy breath. Raksha was beginning to relax only for a slow wave of power moved towards her.

Instantly she stopped in her tracks. Slowly her eyes opened as she looked around her. The sudden rain was not created by Mother Nature herself. Raksha knew this. Suddenly her eyes caught movement but it wasn't that of a person...everything was dying around her but with a power that was comparable to her own but different at the same time. Death and decay could only be done by a necromancer should the person of power not be a holder of the plague. Feeling movement in the shadows that she claimed as her own, she concentrated and then there is was...that all to familiar giggle. It wasn't a giggle she missed honestly but one she hadn't heard in over a year.

Remaining where she stood, drenched from the down pour but not something she gave a care in the world. Looking around her slowly and carefully, waiting for the necromancer to show herself because outside of her Aunt Damia...there was only one other. Natasha Cole. The smirk upon her lips became dark and sinister as she waited.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are..."

Subject: Re: The Exiled Warlock 3/28/2011, 10:53 pm

Leaning back against the tree she smirked as those words were spoken. It was as if Raksha actually had an idea as to what was about to occur. Perhaps Natasha would make this night an eventful one indeed. Raising her hand she whispered softly in to the darkness and grinned as the ground began to split and tremble ever so slightly, small cracks forming here and there as the cracking of straining bones mixed with the storm overhead. From half decomposed animals to far more ancient human remains they rose from the ground some carried the weapons they carried in life whilst the animals simply bared their claws and teeth. Apparently these creatures meant business...

Stepping from the shadows just as a bolt of lightning graced the sky the wildness of the purple and blue hair was quite easily seen in the brief flash of light. Walking slowly and silently across the cold, wet and quite dead grass. Her Staff of Nestis coming to her hand from behind yet another tree as she advanced on the warlock.

"There's that sexy little Plague I've missed. You need to be around more or I may just be tempted to afflict and shockwave your ass randomly. You know...random bouts of violence and what not..."

Grinning as she spoke she let her horde advance on the young warlock, young to Natasha's age anyways. Holding out her hand she motioned them all forward as a suit of armor made of bone began to encase the Necromancer.

Subject: Re: The Exiled Warlock 3/29/2011, 1:36 pm

Raksha continued to scan about her for the woman. She was close and she knew it. Her eyes quickly shifted to the ground as it began to tremble and split. Stepping to the side at one point when a crack moved between her legs. Natasha wasn't far and apparently was in the mood for games. Then fine...she apparently had all the time in the world. Not like she had a family to run anymore. Calmly she stood, letting the rain fall upon her as she watched the world change around her.

A smirk played upon her lips as the lightening flashed across the sky and Raksha turned to see Natasha slip from her hiding spot. The lightening flashed a little more aggressively across Raksha's pupils as she watched the woman closely. Was there truly a need to pull out weapons already? Only time would tell but Raksha could produce her own at will when it was needed. Acting in haste wasn't her style not would she change that for the woman that was now standing before her. As a Queen, no one should or would get the best of her...not Natasha nor Starlight and that damn cage of hers...not even Black Plague himself, should her father show his pathetic face.

Listening to the words slither out of those out of those perfectly painted purple lips of Natasha, Raksha gave a simple nod. It wasn't hard to read into Natasha's words as the woman would prefer that Raksha wasn't around more because it would give her the satisfaction of shockwaving her when Natasha deemed it necessary. Crossing her arms upon her chest, she tilted her head slightly as she cocked a brow.

"I do believe that it wasn't I that disappeared first, Natasha. Your appearance was far and few after Svetlana was born and then obsolete when...oh yes, I remember...when you were exiled from the city. Not that I blame you...who really wants anything to do with a city full of corruption. The Gods themselves have become corrupt and listen to a select few with false evidence than to seek out the truth properly and giving a fair trial. It's best to not to want to return unless to prove where their flaws are in the system but even then...they won't listen as they don't want to be proven wrong only to have their subjects question their capabilities. So I should be shockwaving you..."

Raksha continued to stand her ground as the half decomposed animals continued to approach her. She wasn't a weak woman nor would she even show it if she was. Quirking her brow as she noticed Natasha summoned her bone shield, she was in the mood to fight. Raksha couldn't hardly blame her as it probably had been sometime since anyone played with her. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Seems someone is a little cranky. Come on Natasha...there is no need to be sour." Chocolate brown eyes watched the woman before her, not giving the animal horde the time of day as they currently didn't matter to her no matter their current instruction to close in on her. Raksha wasn't going to make the first move...she was better than that as there was always a certain presence...composure a Queen must always maintain.