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Ringmaster (hardshelled) wrote in cirque_rp,
@ 2017-11-29 19:09:00

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WHO: Kennet and Naamah
WHEN: Nov 4th
WHERE: Behind the Midway Games.
SUMMARY: The Crack in the Shell
WARNINGS: High Rating, unknown warnings.

The amount of energy Kennet had to take from Meredith to calm her down fed into his power base that had been cooled over the calm of the end of summer. Fissures of fire spread across his skin peeking from under his clothes; the only signifier that there had been a change in him at all. Unknowns and newcomer gifted always had surges in power that nearly equalled that of witches. Such intake reminded the Djinn of his days long before the time of the Cirque, before Management dug their claws into him and handed him a contract to sign. The wild fire that Aria had desperately wanted to see back in the Djinn's appearance and that Elia longed to destroy her in the best way possible. So many employees wanted to tear through to the molten center without knowing the dangers that lay there. Kennet's cool exterior, while more cool in the hands of his contract, had always been there to hide the little creatures from the power of the eternal smokeless flame.

The natural instinct would be to pull either of the two into his vacinity and show them exactly why the relaxed shell and loosened chains came with warnings of fiery destruction. It had not been the empath's ability that flared the emotions deep inside the flame but upon intaking the energy it stirred up the ashes and relit the fire until Management caught ahold of the Djinn and put him back in his place. But was it not that Management had distractions of their own watching the Wild Hunt continue on.

Each step the Djinn took through the back alley of tents left a small fire in his footsteps. His loose, relaxed clothing and long coat flowing behind him adding more grace to his already graceful movement.

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namah
2017-11-30 03:08 am UTC (link)

It trailed the Djinn through the shadowy backways of the Midway. Through darkness and dreams, it followed. The sandy flame had been right, the succubus did go seeking him out when it felt the hairline fractures. The heatless power oozed from those breaks like a tantalizing scent in the wind. It made the demon hungry. It had been doing nothing but praying for the employees that trampled through the Wild Hunt when they slept. The demon might have eaten a bit more than it should on some. Namaah wasn't a fan of canned hunts. Hunting the hunters was far more interesting.

Hmmm. The Djinn looked so delectable with his shiny bits showing. It just made Namaah want to dig in deeper. And so, as Kennet lazily strode the Midway, leaving fire in his wake, Namaah floated from the darkness and wrapped around his shoulders as nothing more than inky smoke.

It chuckled in Kennent's ear. Its molten amber eyes were two jewels set in darkness. He could more feel its smile and see it. He could feel its talon fingers running through his hair. "You look so tempting like this, Djinn." Namaah cooed. "Just makes me want to run my hands all through you..." Said shadow hands slipped down the Djinn's chest unseen before talons dragged back up. Kennet's shirt ripping in the succubus' invisible wake.

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hardshelled
2017-12-03 02:30 am UTC (link)

The deep magical scar across the Djinn's chest peeked from underneath the torn shirt. Dual-irised eyes of flame shifted from its intended direction directly to the Succubus, seeing straight into its natural form and past the smokey cloud it floated in. In a snap of movement, Kennet grabbed Namaah by her throat and forced her to shift into a solid form- whether natural or not, he did not care. Knowing the creature changed form to the desires of its intended hunt, Naamah would find itself forced to make a decision of its own as the Djinn had no preferences that could be sensed.

Fire glowed brighter as his large hand gripped around their neck with the intensity of its flame behind the touch and held them against the closest building. A smirk still crooked on his lips, Kennet tilted his head to the side. "You are so predictable, Namaah." His tone cool, his sound hisses and spit with the crackle of his fire. Desert spice filled the air around them as if he had held it back until the demon caught up to his trap.

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namah
2017-12-07 04:58 am UTC (link)

The succubus had expected the Djinn to be able to see through the darkness it wrapped itself in. But the grip of his hand on its neck, wrenching it onto the solid plane, had caused Namaah to give an unearthly shriek of excited fright. Namaah had come into existence in its natural state, its polluted and ashy aura ricochetted off the wall, much like its inky body, that Kennet had trusted it up against.It had given a pleasured gasp at the tight grip about its throat while its small, taloned hands slid up the Djinn's forearm to cradle the hold there. All demonic jewelry on the hands and clinking embued bangles... Molten, rolling amber eyes... A genderless body and skin, an inky night, with moving pinpoints of light with bat wings flexed against the wall...

Namaah hummed at the Ringmaster's words, a little chuckle following its way. A shuddering hiss of pleasure, "Hello, in there, Djinn..." It smiled, hands sensually sliding back down his forearm while a perfect row of pointed teeth worried at its full bottom lip. "Let me play with the cracks," it hissed. "I should find who cracked you open and give them a little treat."

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hardshelled
2017-12-09 03:46 am UTC (link)

"You will play with nothing," he answered, the fire glowing in his eyes. "For all the glutton you feed from the employees with I should think it is time to feed from you." Kennet pressed his long, cracked form against the succubus. His free hand trailed down her skin, leaving a trail of fire burning there until his fingers touched just below her navel.

"A full belly to be emptied in favour of my own, I suppose." His lips twisted up into a sneering smirk. "The energy I took in is none of your concern." He leaned into her ear in a low hiss of a hot flame. "But I shall fill myself with yours and then take Elia's as well."

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