Heaven and Hell.. Or Something In Between

[Lady Lucca Solaris of Ulster]

Noah/Spawn "They all pick a place to call home. In most instances, those places have a hidden power." Those are the words of Cogliostro, one of the few veteran Hellspawns. And indeed, whom would know better about the thoughts and workings of a Hellspawn than perhaps the first of their kind? Despite having powers and abilities on a completely different scale than that of others of his kind, Noah was rarely an exception to any of the classic behavior of a Spawn. It was with no such suprise that he spent more than 90% of his time alone, thinking and brooding. It would also be of no suprise to anyone familar with the personalities of Hellspawns to find that Noah now sat perched mid-way up the forest top on a tree branch among a thick collection of vegetation. It served to hide most of his form, but not nearly enough to keep it from complete view. Despite most of his physical aspects being hidden by the shadows, the color and outline of his huge red cape and collar, which served to greatly exagerate his true physical size, stuck out like a sore thumb to anyone that caught a glimpse of it. And his eyes, another trademark of any member of his kind. Absent of void of pupils and radiating an eerie hue of green, the color and glow given off by the necroplasmic make up of his being. Despite his accomplishments in the past, nowadays, he was little more than a phantom. A ghost that haunts the dark corners and isolated areas of realms he finds pleasing to his tastes. Like his "home" Zalion, Ulster was rich in life and full of wonders. It was perhaps that reason that Noah found himself drawn to it. He had noted that its scenery and people were much like those of Zalion, but that may not be the only reason he found it to his liking. As Cogliostro had stated in his life time, in most instances Hellspawns find themselves drawn to a location, it's usually due to some hidden power that location possess. Regardless of his reasons for being here, he simply sat silently on his perch, standing as a mute witness to the happenings of the forest below him as the chains of his uniform hung like lifeless tendrils from the branch he sat kneeled down and poised upon.

Lady Lucca Yes.. a walk.. that was all that she needed. The torrents of thoughts ripped through the silence of her mind as bees would about their sweet home, busy with their own intentions, yet within a sychronization of overall effort. What it was, that those thoughts meant to achieve, she could not be sure, only that they intended to cause the implosion of her mind should she not make haste away from her place. And yet, how could she leave the very breeding grounds of change, in such a state of wonder and dillusionment? There was no idea within her where things would have gone, should she have stayed, though, that small part of her knew it all along. Was it a dangerous relation that she was forging, or merely something of usefulness in the times to come? Adjusting her focus, she slowly came to realize what it was she had missed earlier... that is, she finally came to notice that her general direction of wandering had little direction, indeed. Turning herself around to gaze upon her point of departure, her eyes squinted against the waining sun, hardly able to discern that point of her interest. How long had she wandered? So long as within her thoughts, time played little in terms of importance or consequence, the mere act of living getting in the way of what would turn to be a most paramount act of inner reflection. Shaking away the fogginess of her mind, she turned her sights forward once more, those darkened orbs seeking out a more definitive intention for her feet. hmm... Greenery.. beyond the mind's eye, surrounding her peripheral vision for quite some length. Perhaps a forest she had yet to expore within the Kingdom of Ulster? Smirking to herself, she adjusted the loose-fitting cloak around her shoulders, only to find there was nothing there, but the thin, simple cloth of one of her many dresses. No sooner than she had made the discovery did her eyes roll about within her head, a soft yet audible sigh emerging in its wake. She had rushed so quickly from the confines of that ...abominable room, that she had forgotten to retrieve the darned thing. Shrugging her shoulders, she merely hiked up the lower portions of her dress and headed straight into the confines of the forest's comfort, agreeing to take upon the role of mindless wanderer, hoping beyond hope, to come to some agreement with her next course of actions, if that were even possible.

Noah/Spawn Familar and highly versed in the workings of magic, Noah could easily sense the strains and eminations of certain energies, including those given off by a troubled mind. The woman that ventured into the forest all alone did indeed seem troubled, but it didn't require the ability to sense energies to see her burden in her actions. She'd wandered into Noah's view and it had been a very long time since he'd engaged in any sort of conversation. There were many reasons why he could've been drawn to her. Perhaps wanting to sooth her troubled mind, or perhaps more shallow and tragic reasons. He hadn't seen another sentient being in quite a long time, particularlly a woman. The last he'd seen was Faith, the queen of Zalion, though he thought of her as more of a daughter or someone to be protected. Perhaps, after catching site of the woman, he felt attracted to her. She wasn't unpleasant to look at, after all. Or perhaps he was merely bored and lonly and wanted something, anything, to take his mind of his troubles. Before he could loose himself in a deep thought though, he resorted to action. He began to move his way down the tree to the ground below, but just as he'd first inched his muslces, a group of birds quickly flew away in all directions. Noah had been so lost in thought that he hadn't noticed the birds gathering around him, not being frightened at all due to his motionless stance. However, as he began to move, he startled them and they want flying at high speeds away from him, beating a hasty retreat. That probably would've startled the average person, whom had only moments before enjoyed the quietness of the forest around them. Noah's appearance didn't serve to dull that sudden shock the woman may've felt at that moment. His cape was indeed quite large and masked the movement of his limbs as his made his way down the tree, making him appear all the more ghostly and supernatural. His living uniform also gave a soft hiss to show its excitment. Although his appearence was nightmarish to some, it was overly dramatic and corny to others. Maybe he wouldn't frighten the woman off after all. That and the fact that he approached slowly and gently, not suddenly as a predator would do. Finally, he reached the ground and stood fully up right. Although he stood only six feet tall, his vampiric looking colar made him appear much taller than that, maybe adding an extra foot and a half to his height. Having set foot on the ground, he finally spoke the first words he's spoken in what seemed like ages. "Don't be afraid." he said in a suprisingly soothing and intellectual voice, almost charming sounding. (Think Kain from the Legacy of Kain series) Making no other moves, he simply stood and waited to see if she'd stick around or become so overwhelmed with fear, like so many do, and flee in terror.

[Lady Lucca Solaris of Ulster]

Lady Lucca Whisps of hair flew about her face as she continued deeper within the forest, the silence all around her seeming more dreadful than soothing. Within her calloused thoughts and intrigues, there lay an inner yearning to be swept away within a tide of action - to be severely distracted to the point where all thoughts could be banished for quite some time. She knew it was merely a way for her to -run away- from her problems, but would it be so bad, if not for a few moments in a singular day? The soft sole of her boot did little to help break the silence as she continued, her light weight, perhaps, lending no credit to the thought of snapping a twig here, or a snuffing out a plant there. She merely walked upon the underbrush with little disturbance, the ends of her dress smoothing out the non-existent tracks behind her. Least she could say that in times of stealth, she could get away untracked? Muttering something about the blasphemy that was the female's wardrobe, her foot suddenly caught upon a loose twig, sending forth a resounding 'snap' about the forest. Frozen, within her place, she looked about her, as if the very mood of the entire forest was disturbed by her presence. She almost regretted asking for a disturbance of some kind. Even more suddenly than the 'snap', there was the flight and flutter of mindless winged things, spilling forth from the canopies above. Cawing and fidgeting, they created the most atrocious of noises, making it their business to announce this displeasure with the most.. displeasurable of sounds. Wincing against the sound, the darkened orbs averted to the sight of a descending thing from up high, those very whisps of hair falling before her eyes as she bent low in a sheilding posture. The monotomous moment quickened into a deadly silence soon enough, her heavy breath being the only sound to escape. Her eyes did peek forth from their shield to find a more distinct gloom setting in about the forest. There was that element of fading light as the day progressed beyond its mid-day retreat. "Dont be afraid" it mouthed from betwixt her thoughts and resolutions, calling forth a the pivot of her foot to a place whence her back previously watched. Widening her eyes, she took a hesitant step backward, her hands starting to raise before her in some sort of (though she really couldnt decide what sort of) defense. "You ask for something almost impossible to guarantee..." she mouthed, but if it was actually said, who knew? All that could be known was that before her, within the very walls of the forest, there stood the most absurd of images against nature's canvas. Well, at least she got her distraction.

Noah/Spawn The woman's reaction wasn't quite what Noah had expected. Though he did expect her to be frightened of him, he was more expecting her to turn around in the other direction and flee. He was pleased that she didn't, but somewhat grieved and frustrated that she had reacted to him in fear. What else could be expected at that moment? His cape hung over his entire being, only allowing his head to be seen, or rather the mask that covered his head. Solid black with white cresant-like symbols about the eye holes. No longer shadowed out by darkness, his physical form shown clearly as the rays of the beyond mid-day sun shined through the not so dense canopy. He moved the from of his cape open so as to seem less intimadating than he appeared with it hiding his body. Again, his uniform was trademark of any Hellspawn. Black with red gloves and clawed fingers, highlighted with white. And on his chest ther was a white "M", the symbol of his former master, Malebiogia, complmented with red surrounding its outside. Aside from the color scheme and symbols, Noah also posses at least two visible sets of chains on his uniform. One from the belt buckel-like skull on his stomach region that hung down and around his waist and another hanging from the pair of skulls just below his neck, that seemed to keep his cape attached to his outfit. There were also a few bands and spikes that complimented his uniform, as well as something unique only to Noah, and that being the black metal skirt armor around his waist that reached all the way down to just above his knees. He'd heard the nerviousness in her voice when she spoke and thus he spoke again to her in kind. "If it would so please you at this moment......I shall leave you alone." Still keeping its soothing and intellectual tone, his voice became alittle strained, hinting at an underlying sorrow and frustration. He took about three or four steps backwards to try and insure the woman that if she were truely so frightened of him and found him so unpleasant, he would indeed leave her alone. After taking those few steps backwards, he stoped to wait for a further comment from her.

Lady Lucca Though her hands remained, there was a sense of stifness being removed from her muscles. Her facial features tended to remove their stern appearance, into one of absolute defensiveness, to the sight of what he seemed to be showing off to her. His entire appearance and outward semblence was otherworldly, indeed, being nothing she had seen before. And that 'M' symbol.. how it eluded her mind and brought forth questions upon questions in her mind. Who was this creature, this 'thing' to so answer her calls for something more. And then, it had made its offer, for retreat, for exchanges at a later time. It must have been her posture, her overall demeanor that was causing him to flee. Did she want him to flee? Well, she did not rightly know at the moment, the shock of actually finding another creature within the forest being enough to fathom, as is. "And then you move to leave me standing in such a state?" Lowing her hands, she smoothed them against the folds of her cream-colored dress, that singular foot so paused in retreat returning to its companion's side. A sigh escaped from her lips at the moment, as if to signify her own acceptance of the situation, and the calming of her feelings. It was the look within his eye (for she assumed it was a he), or perhaps, the overall tone of his voice that called for a different approach. Besides, she had asked for something more, did she not? In all but the five minutes this little exchanged had lasted, she had thought not once of her problems waiting back at the Inn, or that blasphemous cloth that hung about her bodice. Or even those birds.... Snapping her eyes forward, her mind nearly screamed at her for her insolence. Such an attitude! How had she been capable of such bitterness towards anything of nature? Of this kingdom. Perhaps, she was growing more distant than ever before? ...her thoughts slowly ebbed towards her home. "Nothing would please me more than the company box for the body and a home six feet under... but now, we all cannot have our wishes, can we?" That brilliant, almost defiant smirk, made its way upon her lips finally as she felt her mind calm itself into its usual manner. With the surprise over, perhaps now it was time for the fun to begin. There was time before sunset. And even then, she didnt mind the dark.

[Lady Lucca Solaris of Ulster]

Noah/Spawn He took a few steps towards her, although slowly and gently. There was no unknown or ghostly nature envolved with them this time. His limbs remained in full view. It was ironic to the point of being funny, perhaps, to a third person on looker. Though melee was not his specialty, Noah still excelled in physical combat. One could see his muscles flexing and rippling slightly as he walked towards her. Indeed, since his mask hid his hidious complection, one would say that Noah was a perfect physical specimen. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why the woman had seemed alittle unnerved by Noah moving the front of his cape. He assumed it was the unknown about him that frightened her. Moving his cape would assure that his movements weren't so ghostly and supernatural as they seemed. He hadn't realized it may've made things worse. Revealing his dark yet flashy uniform, somewhat like a demonic peacock, and the girth of his body probably was an intimadating sight. Although few were aware of his true power, one could easily tell he was physically strong just by looking at him like this. And that is why an on looker may find the situation so humorous, since it was Noah that backed down, almost timidly, from this woman. Closing the distance, he came to a stop about seven feet infront of her. "Tell me, whom is it I address at this moment?" The hint of pain gone from his voice and its charming qualities returned, again very ironic for a creature such as he. Any experienced ear would also be able to detect that Noah talked with an english accent, though given this realm being foreign to Earth, the woman he addressed very well may not notice it. After stating his question, he gave a pause to allow the woman time to answer his question, his motionless nature hiding how intrigued he was with her. After all, she didn't run from him and to Noah that was a very rare and strange occurance.

Lady Lucca His movements seemed ardious indeed, almost.. unearthly, as did the rest of him. The build, the outfit, the muscles... clearly he was not of Ulster.. Avalon, or even of this continent perhaps? What a was beyond, she had always been intrigued by, always seeking to know and understand. Perhaps that was the reasoning behind her current decision to remain, rather than emit forth a blood-curdling scream and flee to the arms of.... her books? The smirk wavered a moment to an inward laugh as she regarded the thought. Yes, she would probably run to a book or three to find where this creature fit into her grand scheme of things - more than likely, he would not be there, and then she would have to run around to find the answers. It occurred to her within those moments as he approached, to subject him to the inquiry of her mind. As she continued to study him, to marvel at his overall appearance, she began to formulate a more defined sense of intrigue for him. However, within that intrigue, there was also a sense of respect. But was it commanded by his mere presence? or was it her attitude that founded that sense of respect? "A similar question does find its way upon my lips, though I must entreat thee with an answer before the question may be turned upon you." Nodding her head towards him, she tended to ignore his proximity, for while that respect harbored within her mind did flourish with each drawn-in breath, there was also that welling pit within her stomach that warned her. -He could probably clear the forest with your body... then hoist you upon a stick to brandish his triumph.... or worse, he could be like that other one back there and see a woman for more than than the dress that encased her... he could imagine what it held so close- Shrugging her shoulders to herself, she cracked a smile and bowed her head, instead of that babbling nod and presented him with the most refined of refined curtsies. "I am Lady Lucca Solaris.. of Ulster.."

Noah/Spawn He lowered his head and closed his eyes to pay her a head bow of respect before remembering she'd stated she'd like to know his name. He'd been asked to indentify himself before. It would've been interesting to note this Lucca Solaris' reaction should she have known how he usually went about this. He was a master at intimadation and arrogance. When asked to identify himself before, he would've replied. "I am power. Power the likes of which you would never believe.....and I am death. Death that you haven't even begun to dream of in your worst nightmares." However, he had no intentions or reasons for having that effect on Lucca. Therefore, he attempted to properly introduce himself. But what exactly to address himself as? He'd been called by many names in his lifetime. "If you must call me something, call me "Spawn"." He gave only a brief split second pause before realizing that it would be nicer to actually make a friend here in Ulster, for although he felt comfortable here, he was still a stranger and it was still an alien land. "No.....call me by my given name....."Noah"....and can I assume you're native to this land?" Again, he gave a brief pause to allow her time to answer his question. Having lost track of time in the conversation, Noah didn't realize that the sun was setting and that the sky was tenting a beautiful, yet somewhat haunting, orangish hue. It had also occuried to him how curious he was to know what it was that was bothering this woman, this Lucca. He'd already decided to yeild the conversation to her though, and would wait until his next turn to speak before he asked what was going on.

Lady Lucca Perhaps she should have added more to that name.. more to the title of "Lady" with that bit of flavor that always seemed to get her counter-parts to take a step back. But then, she would be asked how she landed such a position, and then perhaps, questionned about her nobility. In truth, though however truthful it may seem to another, she was no more an outcast than any one else foreign to the land. She was no noble, nor any one of great esteem... She had merely been in the right place at the right time.. and new how to hold her own among the most esteemed of individuals. It was easy, to play the part of noble woman who would descend from her perch to dish out the daily snobbery to whom ever passed, but in all honesty, that was hardly her demeanor, or for that matter, her interest. Lady Lucca It was fun to watch some squirm to her attitudes, or merely watch their reactions.. but the taste for such things simply seemed to die within her, more specifically, whence she had departed from the walls of the kingdom for her own inner exploration. She had missed so much, and gone for so long, that whence she returned to the comfort of the land, she had forgotten all that she had been, only to become, something unnatural and at times, inconsistent. What it was, that plagued her resolve, seemed mysterious indeed to any mind. But perhaps, that was for later divulgence. "Noah.... a more fitting name would be "he who sits among the trees", but I suppose this biblical name shal suffice." Nodding her head in introspection, she clasped her hands behind her and took a ginger step forward, closing some of the distance in a somewhat, risky move. "And no, Noah.... I am not a native of these lands.. Merely, the collared tiger away from her home.." A weary eye turned again to her dress, but she did not press the point. It was better, if he did more of the talking... for she may slip-up and spill forth all that she could keep within, and perhaps, just a bit more.

[Lady Lucca Solaris of Ulster]

Noah/Spawn As she spoke and hinted at her troubles, it reminded Noah alot of his problems. He'd grown bored many times and that obviously isn't healthy for the mind. More so, he'd seen many sights that troubled and angered him. "I supose I too am a tiger away from his natural habitat. " That was the only thing that managed to escape his lips at the moment. Indeed, now it was his turn to be unnerved and that he was. She'd not only seemed to loose her fear of him but had actually took a step towards him. Before they were complete strangers, but now she was actually coming closer to him. Her looking down at her dress didn't help at all either. Both pleasant and unpleasant, it was a feeling he couldn't quite comprehend at the moment. One he may've felt before, but not for a very very long time. And so it was with her step towards him that he instinctively took a small step back away from her. "Conversation has.....never been my strong point." Not allowing a long ackward silence to pass by, he simply blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "I noticed you looking down at your dress in a weary way....tell me....what troubles you about it?" Again, he paused to allow her time to answer him. While doing that though, the thoughts he was dwelling on returned to him. Lucca's speech on her being a collared tiger had brought back some memories for Noah. Ever since one or more kingdoms, plagued with stupidity, tried to wrongfully invade his new found home of Zalion, he'd tried looking else where for the comfort and relaxation that Zalion once offered. Perhaps Ulster was what he'd been searching for. But there was always that fear and dread. The fear and dread of the day that Ulster too will fall subject to that horrible disease, that dreadful plague that was responsible for not only the downfalls of entier kingdoms, but also the deaths of whole universes.

Lady Lucca She nearly laughed that moment.. not at his response in words, nor the articulation of such words - it was his reaction to her action, the 'risky' move she had put into play. Ahh, so the fun had begun, she mused within her mind as she regarded him rather fondly. Mind you, there was still that apprehension held within her stomach, and now, her chest, for even in the slightest movement of a backward step, her eyes did entreat upon the sight of each of those muscles and their rippling response. If it were not for his cultured 'tongue', she could have labelled him a brute, even, a jock, in his own trade and been done with it. However, every aspect that he seemed to share with her make him all the more intriguing.. and complex. Perhaps getting away from those books, getting away from all that nuisance and mind-clogging mess back there had been a good thing - for life could not always be lived within the words of another, but within the words of the self, no? Flashing another smirk in his direction, she turned rightward and continued her movement forward, a few steps more and her back was to him - Another reckless move, she knew, but then again, she had little care of her own safety, as always. "Mhmm... yes, you do seem a bit, out of place within this forest..." Smiling to herself, she turned to inspect the sky, and for that matter, the setting sun. "Conversational skill be not a requirement for my company.. merely, being present is enough to afford the misfortune.. but yes.. this.. dress..." her voice, if listened to with little attention, carried a heavy sense of regret and annoyance.. "Dress... the very thing that binds the body to the mortal coil.. with reminders, daily of what status one may be able to achieve.... But, alas, the day whence a woman can wander in such slackings like yourself will one day arrive..and then, we shall have a great fire with the spits being fueled by these dreadful things..." Turning back to face him a moment, she grinned wantonly, hoping her bit of humor found him in good spirits.

Noah/Spawn He had found her humor to be in good spirits, somewhat, yet not the kind she may be thinking of. She seemed to suspect what effect it might have on him to turn around and have her back face towards him then approach him again, or perhaps not. Either way, it was an effect Noah didn't like too much. He'd bore witness to the passing of countless centuries and to the birth of whole new realities. It had been ages though, since he felt like this. Indeed, no other being before her had had this effect on him. Perhaps it was all the issolation and thinking. Perhaps it was alot like being confined in a prison for years and then being released only to see the sight of a very femine woman after so many years. Regardless of what it was, this woman, this Lucca Solaris, could it be she was making him lust after her. If she was, he couldn't allow it. It ment he'd loose his composure sooner or later. He dismissed the feeling, lust or otherwise, as simply a natural reaction of keeping himself issolated in his own little world for so long to reflect upon recent happenings. It was with this that he backed away from her again, this time a bit more suddenly. "Yes, I supose a dress can be constraining for a woman. But....why would you find my garments more suitable for you?" When she'd approached towards him again, his eyes had widdened slightly in shock, but now they returned to a more narrow and stern look. Just as before, he paused and yielded her the right to speak, waiting for her to respond, although he'd secretly hoped she wouldn't give anymore of the physical actions she'd been doing as a reply.

Lady Lucca His reactions were seemed somewhat more staggered an difficult to discern with each passing moment, she noted as she looked upon him with a questionning brow. It was even more difficult to discern, she concluded, what the original intent was that he had conspired when he first appeared, rather, out of nowhere behind her. The animated facial expressions, coupled with the movements of his body, seemed to hint at something more... as if he was fighting something... fighting her? Fighting the urge to attack her? To kill her? Or perhaps it was something more.. something unseen, beyond her narrow scope of the individual. She liked to think she was not presumptious, or judgemental for that matter, but there were times within the life that one must make an assumption, for the lack of information, otherwise, did little to help the present situation. She didnt want to assume wite, and at the same time, she didnt want to drive him away. Nodding her head, more to herself than him, she looked about the forest for something to assist her.. anything, really, at all. Perhaps a stump, an animal, a bush or some berries.. Anything! Her mind screamed, somewhat, as she surveyed the expanse. She settled upon a log. Yes, a log, of all things. Moving towards it, she took a seat and pressed out the wrinkles and ruffles of her dress neatly, as a proper woman would, and looked upon him with a freshened resolve. Perhaps, that of an observer to the observed. "Well, if I were to put you within a dress, would you not find yourself envying that which is not a dress, for the mere sake of a chance to remove yourself from such confines?"

Noah/Spawn He found a decent amount of profound logic in her statement. As he said, dresses must get very uncomfortable. Although he decided to stand his ground and not move over to sit down with her, he also knew that things would go nowhere like this. He'd simply get bored again and perhaps alittle lonely too. It was indeed very refreshing to talk with another half minded sentient being again anyways. It was with that resolve he decided to move over to her, though weary of her coming close to him again. He felt there wouldn't be anymore warm upsurge of emotion in his chest as long as he kept a distance from her and she didn't try and get close. "I supose I would envy that which is not a dress." He said, thinking of how he sometimes envied those that didn't have to put up with the uniform that he wore. It was dubbed a "symbiote" when he first bonded with it oh so long ago, but truthfully it was more of a parasite. Back when he used to need sleep, his uniform would often give him terrible nightmares as it went through "that time of the month". This was true for the relationship with all Hellspawns to their uniforms though. Indeed, without his suit, he would be little to nothing more than a ghoul, with the exception he doesn't eat dead things. Moving over to her and coming to a stop about five feet infront of her, he broke a short silence once again. "If you hate your dress so much, I supose I could put you in something that's more comfortable on you. What would you have to say to that?" It was a rather sudden offer, especially since they'd just met each other, but he saw no reason why not to put her into a different outfit. After all, he had the power to. Anything she desired to wear, he could transform her dress into. Once again, he fell silent and waited to hear her reply.

[Lady Lucca Solaris of Ulster]

Lady Lucca: She found herself nodding her head to his words, not really paying too much attention, but lost in her own miriade of thoughts and contemplations. His expression earlier when she had turned around to face him still unsettled her somewhat, for she could not discern what it was that plagued his mind. Upon her own mind, there, too, laid memories and ideas that haunted her every walk.. for instance, that broken tea cup and the horrible fiasco of looking like a fool. But in all actuality, she had tried to avoid any gestures to show what her mind held within. But there was something about his eyes, the way he spoke.. and even for that matter, how he would seem to 'dance' between the proximity that separated them. What was it that made him act in such a way. "Aye, it is easy to envy anything but a dress..." she mused to herself, finally understanding what he said. Looking up from her downward stare, she noted that he approached her this time, closing a bit of distance between them. He must have decided something.... Decisions... "Something more comfortable?" Shaking her head of thoughts, she turned her full attention to him, locks of hair settling upon her shoulders finally after the moment of brief ruffling. "...I do not quite understand what you are proposing... and to be quite frank about it, we've only just met..." Oh, that smirk did come once more... and how it loved to crest upon her visage at such a time whence the very first exchanges in blossoming friendships did occur. Her eyes looked over him again with a bit of a probing look, finally looking at him in a different light. Well... she had supposed him to be one who would look beyond the dress to the body beneath, but she had never imagined him to be so forward about it. And then, there was a brief moment where her mind flashed backward, but it passed, with the idea of a change in pace. Standing up, she widened her arms as if to show defeat and shrugged her shoulders. "Then do so, Noah.... and make it something nice... I have a natural inclining for a pair of good trousers.. "

Noah/Spawn Hoping not to frighten her off, he slowly extended his hand to place it on her shoulder. Should she allow him to place it there, she would probably be able to feel the muscles and tendons within it tensing and moving. He extended his hand slowly not only because a sudden motion might startle her, but also due to his own strength. His fingers had sharp claws at the ends of them and just one hand had more than enough strength in it to crush every bone in a human's body several times over again, not that he'd be able to fit his entire hand around a human body. Hellspawns were never ment to bring happiness to anyone. That was not what type of hand it was. It was the hand of a soldier, of a killer, and perhaps of a monster too. Assuming she would allow his hand to come to rest on her -shoulder, in that instant his powers would do their work. The average Hellspawn had powers equal to that of any demi-god. It was with no suprise for anyone knowing that to learn that they were the ranking officers of the Devil's army. It would also be of no suprise to anyone that knew of these things to see that the woman's clothing would under go a change. Assuming she would allow his hand to make physical contact, her dress' fabric and chemical make up, everything about it, would under go a drastic change. Her boots would remain the same, but as for the rest of her lower body, she would now find that covered in trousers as she'd suggested, enstead of the hem of her dress. Noah assumed that she wanted something equally non-formal for her upper body, so he gave her a simple dull dark blue shirt, which although not nearly as flashy and eligant as she once had worn, was probably far more comfortable than what she was wearing. Assuming she would allow this to transpire, Noah would then remove his hand from her and tuck it back at his side again only to once again fall silent and observe her reation to the favor he'd performed for her.

Lady Lucca As he approached her, she felt a tightness form within her chest. Yes, she invited him closer, and yes, she had been a bit provocative right from the start... but that little hesitation within the pit of her stomach began to grow in size, until her chest heaved in reprimand. He -could- be a killer.. he -could- intend to hurt in. And with all honesty, that soothing voice of his did little to help. She began to dream up tales of long ago whence minions of hell would soothe their victims into a lull, before tearing their flesh limp from limp.... Alright, so this woman may have been dubbed somewhat of a color, almost simple-minded fool for some of her interests, but that was not left upon the public to judge, for she too hoped that others would not do what she has willed herself never to enact. And thus, she continued to watch him approach, willing that part of her mind and body to quiet down as his hand came into contact with her shoulder. For a moment, there was revulsion, the absolute feeling of terror and wanting to flee, yet she remained, her will persevering. Standing, almost defiant, in his shadow, she locked eyes with him and hardly noticed the change that went on. Hardly saw the change, that is, for there was a brief sense of coolness wash over parts of her body, and the sudden feeling of nudity overcame her mind. Instinctively, she reached out to cover herself, but found there to be cloth separating hand from skin... and at that, it was.... not the material of her dress. Breaking away from his eyes, she looked down upon herself, darkened orbs lighting up with astonishment and intrigue. She could have kissed the fool! It was wonderful.. it was comfortable.. and it was looking good!. Waiting until he was finished (undergoing much the same feeling and process upon her upper body... which really brought about a moment of rogue to her cheeks), she broke away from him to examine herself more.. and if nothing else, appreciate it all the more. Grinning from ear to ear, she spun back to meet him eye to eye, a wave of something coursing through her body. "Well now... I think you and I are going to get along just.. fine..."

Noah/Spawn The sun had set more so and the orange hue in the sky was now turning into a dark blue. With the coming darkness in the sky, so to did the forest grow dark. Dark and perhaps cold. This did nothing to enhance the Hellspawn's appearance. Although his limbs were in perfect view so the woman could keep an eye on them and feel that he wasn't secretly rearing back to strike her, the darkness would change all that. Still in plain sight, the image of his body was now some what faded and eerie. His eyes did little to deminish that too, as the green glow they gave off was much more appearent in the darker atmosphere. Unaware of this or simply not caring, he managed to speak in an unwavering voice. "Thank you. Your fond of your new atire, I assume?" He said, while again pausing to allow her to answer him. The pause wasn't exactly helpful for him though. While performing the change of her dressings, he had witnessed her brief micro second of nudity. Although quicker than the blink of an eye, Noah's reaction time was far quicker than any human's, thanks to the necroplasmic based energies his "nervous system" operated on, unlike electromagnetic pulses of the nervous systems of lesser beings. Her naked female only brought his mind back to lust once again, not that he enjoyed the feeling. Although they once served the same master, demons and spawns are two very different things, though very often confused for the same creature. It was well within the sterotypical behavior of a demon to take advantage of this woman in this situation, and very well even rape her. It was not so for the average hellspawn, at least not for Noah. Indeed, although he was intoxicated by the thought, he also found the thought very vulgar. Sickening even, to defile this woman's body with his own loathsome and putrid carcass. He let out a soft growl of frustration as he sensed that if this Lucca knew what effect she was having on him, she may very well do the unthinkable and try and have that much more of that effect on him. If not just for fun and games, but perhaps oddly enough, what if she actually became fond of him?

[Lady Lucca Solaris of Ulster]

b]Lady Lucca[/b] Nodding her head, the grin soon turned to a smirk as she tested out the various facets of her clothing. So much ease of movement.. so less restrictive.... There were a million thoughts running through her mind, some dithering upon possibilities, others on past pretenses. It occured to her a moment to question the location of her previous garments, but for some reason, she could not find the necessity or urgency to care. "Aye.. 'fond' be a word to use.. though not the first that would come to my mind..." Turning her back to him, she played with her loose hair, sweeping it off her shoulders and up into a simple twist She paused a moment then, a question coming unto her mind. With a slow and almost sober realization, it occurred to the young-looking woman that she was standing in the dark of the night with a perfect stranger for the second time that week.. Perhaps she was becoming all that she had marred previously, or perhaps something more was coming of her most recent behavior. Whatever it may have been, it was apparent, indeed that her life was changing, no matter what opposition she attempted to present to the finding. Turning upon her heel (and marvelling at the ease of said movement), she turned her eyes back upon him, though with a more curious look than one of absolute disregard for everything. "...Noah.. it intrigues me beyond comparison how it is that you are able to acheive such feats as these.." slowly she swept a hand over her current form, as if to eccentuate the point. "If you would be privy to such things.. I would be so curious to know...." Tilting her head, for once, she silenced herself and waited for his response, having no previous disposition to what she could expect from him, or from herself. She found herself taking a liking to this man.. this. creature, 'Spawn' as he had slipped earlier in their conversation... Maybe he would mind such a liking, or perhaps he secretly wanted such a thing as well, though to what extent, remained to be seen on both their parts. But, she would digress, and feel comfortable with her moment of utter respect and fondness for his action, because that day, he not only freed her of her feminine confines, but within her she felt the breeding of a rebellion that would surely not be short lived. All that mattered now was how such would surface...

Noah/Spawn He didn't speak for what seemed like an eternity to him. The sun had now completely set and he looked all the more frightening in the dark, and yet this Lucca seemed to have lost all fear of him. But how to answer her question? Noah spent many countless years perfecting and mastering his magics. He labored like some sort of self rightious book worm to achieve a godly status only to have surpassed that status itself in the end. How does one sum all that up in one sentence? Although perhaps not entirely impossible, the hellspawn considered it too difficult to try and explain it with words. He slowly began to approach her, his glowing green eyes now quite luminecent in the darkness. "I can show you virtually everything....if you'll allow me that is." He said, his voice still soothing and intellectual. What he was suggesting to do was to temporarily bond his mind with that of Lucca's. In that instant, her mind would be flooded with all his knowledge and memories. Some were good. And some were very bad. But in a nano second, she would learn everything Noah knew. It also worked the other way around. Noah's mind would be filled with her thoughts and memories, her knowledge. He would learn everything of her in return just by this one action that is probably more intimate than sex. He made sure to explain this to her before he paused and awaited to hear her decision on the subject matter. (Sorry I didn't type that as Noah's words. Just was to go back and re-word everything in his phraising. If you can bear with me, let's just say he explained everything about that in detail to Lucca)

Lady Lucca Her curiousity slowly turned to something akin to confusion as he approached her. To the canopy of the darkened night, she felt apprehension well within her again. Show her everything...? If it was the same process as was experience with the clothing, there would have been little apprehension.. but the slight mention of laying bare all that was within her mind unnerved her somewhat... all would be laid bare. Even, those intimate moments she had spent, those times whence all was hidden from others, only kept to herself. Those moments of strength, but more importantly, those moments of weakness. Yes, it would much like when he had changed her clothes, in that she would feel that sense of nudity once more.. but this was more personal.. more vast and deep... deeper than any connection she could have fathomed within her own mind. This was something new, yes, but she had the smarts enough to know what it would cost her.. but, at the same time... she would see all of him as well.. he would be nude to her mind as well... Perhaps the bargain pay-off was worth the price.. and perhaps she was making deals with the devil here... Was her curiousity something so careless, to be toyed with, that she would risk all that she had built within this city, for the mere opportunity to know more? To understand the world that much more? Taking a hesitant breath, for she felt the very air frozen about her, she gazed up at the creature that so stood between the wake of the old world and new. Those green eyes.. so soft.. yet so ... evil.. she could not deny what she felt within her bones just looking at his figure, but could she deny the opportunity of finding some answers? ... Decisions, once more... she felt trapt within everything, within the confines of her own mind and memory. She spun around a moment and felt as though the cup would drop from her hands. But, as she opened her eyes, she realized, the cup was not there.. and she was not within the dress... and he was not the same person. Slowly turning around, she stood to face him again, staring into the deathly green eyes with that defiance once more... "Show me..."

[Lady Lucca Solaris of Ulster]

Noah/Spawn The Hellspawn reached up his right hand again, still being slow and gentle and aiming to place it over Lucca's forehead. Should she allow it to make contact, the darkness of the surrouding area would be lit up by the green glow of Noah's necroplasmic powers at work. It would only last for less than a nanosecond, but Lucca would indeed know everything about Noah. He would be nude to her, indeed. She would know of his enimagtic origins and probably never show him fear again since all was laid bare. Born during colonial America, Noah was the son of a religious fanatic family that often beat the word of God into him and his older sister. Also where he got his name "Noah" from. So many terrible memories of an abused child. So many painful beatings and worst of all, the mute horror of seeing his parents crucify his older sister. It was with that that Noah turned away from Christainity, towards witchcraft and the dark arts.
He became a warlock and with his pain and hatred fueling him, he became quite a powerful warlock, perhaps the most powerful in a sense. It was during this period he was visited by Malebiogia, the current Devil at that time. Still fueled by blind hate towards God and Christians, Malebiogia found Noah to be an all too willing servent. It was a match made in Heaven, or rather Hell. During the Revolutionary War, Noah joined the colonial militia and quickly rose to the rank of Colonel, partly due to his supernatural talents at manipulating people. Though he did indeed use his warlock powers to subtly win battles, he was also a master tacitioner. However, once word got out to General Washington that there was in fact a witch helping them, execution orders were handed down for Colonel Noah Blackstar. His captors brought Holy symbols with them that rendered his powers useless and it was with that that he was over powered and burned at the stake. Since he turned away from God and towards the Devil, it was with no shock he was sentenced to Hell after he died. After the terrible agony of the flames died down, Noah awoke into an entirely different world of pain. Burning for years on the fires that burn forever but never consume. Tortured and whipped into shape, this could be said to be Hellspawn boot camp. Finally infused with necroplasm and bonded to his life long companion, Ti' Leah, the female myrule symbiote uniform he wore, he became a hellspawn, a ranking officer in Hell's army and was sent back to Earth with a limited amount of power. Awaking on Earth, Noah found himself in the period of America during the Civil War. Despite his finite powers, Noah still retained his knowledge of magic and was still a veteran warlock. It was with no suprise that once he started going on a killing spree in the name of his master, that Heaven resorted to perhaps its best archangle, Metatron, to stop him. Metatron was a worthy foe and quickly damaged Noah's body, as well as his ego. Using all of his finite powers during the battle, Noah lost and returned to Hell. Disapointed with him, Malebiogia broke his deal that he would set Noah as the General to lead Hell's armies against Heaven.
Noah no longer had a finite power, but to be asured of victory, he waited for the right time to take revenge against his former master. It was while plotting, that he have a revelation. He knew of a Spawn's ability to transmute things into anything else they wanted. He also knew from his occult teachings that everything was made of the same thing, the tiniest of particles called strings. Using his necroplasmic based powers to manipulate strings, Noah was able to transmute anything into the same kind of energy he used and take it into himself, thus becoming stronger. At first, Noah could do this with bolders, then larger mountains and then bigger things. Striking at Malebiogia, Noah was eventually defeated and casted out of Hell. Blinded with rage and shame, he launched a clumsy attack against Heaven, but there too, he met defeat. Condemned to wonder the Earth, Noah quickly learned the ability to realm hop and thus bought his ticket out of there. Traveling from place to place, Noah continued to transmute things and absorb them, gaining in power. He went from being able to transmute whole planets, to whole galaxies and then whole universes. With each significant surge of power, Noah evolved and eventuall grew behind his physical body. He became nothing less than a true god. Remembering all too well how he'd been played for a fool and manipulated by godly beings, Noah set out on a self rightious humanity to "free" mankind and lesser beings everywhere. He fougth and killed many gods, titans and whole pantheons. Transmuting them too, he became all the more powerful. It was during this crusade that he -realized most humans weren't smart enough to think for themselves. They were better off being controled and manipulated.
Thus he abandoned his crusade and lost his purpose for existing once again.
It was then he was drawn to a universe known as Zalion. Peaceful and simple minded folk, Noah found them a welcome relief. It was as such he became good friends with their queen and eventually earned himself a place as Zalion's 2nd in command. He also defended Zalion countless times against many threats, including xexoria. Many times Noah compared himself to a doctor. A doctor whose cause it was to destroy a disease that destroyed all. A plague that attacks the mind and can bring down a whole realm. A sickness.....known as stupidity, of which there was no cure and common sense was the only immunity. xexoria was a huge carrier of this plague and thus Zalion wanted nothing to do with them. To protect Zalion, Noah created a sub semi-universe called No Where, in which he eventually came to call home. And then he happened across Ulster and it's people. Finding them much like Zalion and Zalion somewhat sickly, he decided to take up temporary residence here. Thus he haunted the forests and caves, serving as a silent witness to Ulster's happenings. It was here that he happened across a woman named Lucca Solaris. One of which he'd now revealed his entire life story to in just less than a nanosecond. And one of which no doubt now knew of the strong urges and desires she was provoking deep inside the now not so menacing Hellspawn that stood before her....that is...should she allow Noah to place his hand upon her forehead.

[Lady Lucca Solaris of Ulster]

Lady Lucca it lasted but a second, but a second was all that was needed before she crumpled to the floor. He made her relive it all, feel all the pain once more... feel the pain of her lifetime and his, together in one momentous second that would be her undoing, entirely. Tendrils of hair broke free from their loose knot, cascading across her shoulders and before her eyes as she shut out the images.. it took a second to relive it all, yet hundreds of years would it take to bury it deep within her. Yes.. she understood him, understood him to the full extent that any singular person could. Within her mind, she could feel the bruises from the beatings, the flames as it consumed his sister.. then the flames, as they consumed him time and time again. Shuddering back the memories, she tried to block the onslaught of feelings that surged through her.. the revulsion she had felt, the lust she now felt, even the passion of the killing, the shame of dishonor.. the blood upon his hands.. the blood upon her hands.... and suddenly, there within her hands, was that cup.. that blasted tea cup. It descended from her hands, only crash upon the planks of wood within the two-room apartment. It was in the slums, if it could even be afforded such a name, the sweet wafting of random spices only lending credit to the idea of a retreat in the east... Yes.. the east... where her story began. Her story, in the east.. with a cup.
Looking upward, those large darkened orbs gazed into the eyes of an inebriated man, who quickly took upon hold of her hair. She had never meant to break the cup, really.. .but he didnt understand that, he never understood the carelessness of her hands. Nor would he ever understand her screams, silent or naught... It had taken some years to escape that home, into the newer home that was the streets. Education had never been a privilege to her kind, never to those of the lower class. However, many a time as she would lay within her own body fluid, would she fancy herself within another world, within another life, where she would dance with the nobles and speak of cultered things. Whence her travels from dump to dump would suffice, she would steal away with a book or piece of parchment, pouring over its contents until the odd symbols would form words. No matter how many nights she had lain with the rats as her campanions, with the mere candlelight of a dying flame, she never cared to go back to the way things where, because everything was better than -that- place.... Or so she thought, for quite some time, until chance took her within the arms of a travelling caravan.. Yes, one of -those- caravans.. At the age of 16, she had already witnessed all that most people could have within one singular lifetime of 50, but still, she continued onward with what choices were left to her. And so, she became the slave of a travelling mad-man and his crew of obsolete and destitute citizens of nowhere. So much, had the man reminded her of her father, and yet, so much, he was even more villianous. It did not take long for her to escape the clutches of his bed, though even now, she had always felt it the longest she had endured in her life. What more could she have said about her life from that time, than it was a mere mirror of a horror picture show, put into play on slow motion.
For years thereafter, she merely wandered, starved and alone, becoming the 'ruffien' her dead mother always warned her never to become.. something about never finding a good man if she always acted unfeminine.. something about never knowing love, if she never gave love.. but to her, none of that mattered.
All thoughts thereafter seemed a jumble to her, mixed with all sorts of characters from her walks of life. She had visted Paris.. Rome.. the various corners of Spain... and any other 'romantic' city one could imagine, only never to find romance in those poor villages and streets. Only upon her final years of vagrancy did she find the solace of hearth and home... the solace of an old woman and her old stories. 'Twas within these final years did she find respite and restitution for all her past grievances.. she found her heaven, her courtesans, her knights in shining armor, within the massive collections of books and scrolls. The woman had seen something within her eye, merely, and took her in. She taught her things which the heart could never forget.. and it was there, Lucca learned how to forget all that was within her mind, to shut it all away, and move on...
And then she died. The poor, lonely woman.. within the dark of the night, however cliche it may have seemed at the time. And to her memory, she left all she owned to Lucca.. all but her love and support. Alone once more, and very stupidly rich, Lucca committed to vagrancy once more.. though it was not long before her horse took her to the steps of Avalon. and more importantly, to the front door of Kahlan.... so much like her benefactor, yet not... and so, it was here, that she could now call her temporary home... however ardeous it was to do such.. her home, her place of new-found solace.. and the place of all that would create her in the future...

Noah/Spawn In return for this, his mind was filled with her thoughts and memories. He felt of the childhood she'd endured. Perhaps loosely her chasity to the wrong man and taken advantage of constantly. Everything that would destroy a young girl's self image. Even for one such as he, it was alot to endure for such a short period of time. It was with that that he callapsed to a kneeling position and almost fell on top of her. In that moment, that brieft nanosecond, the two of them had been more intimate than any married human couple ever are. It was in a way much like sex. The persuation to do it by one party to the other. Tha actual sudden intimate action of it, and now the falling action, where both parties have to disjoin from one another and become seperate beings once more and where they lay beside one another exhausted, or in this case crouching next to each other. The tragic and in some way eeriely similar stories of two abused children, taken in and taken advantage of by others for their own personal gain. Where as Lucca seemed to seek love, something she'd never had as a child, Noah turned his back on it and hardened his heart full of hate. The bitterness still remained after so many countless years. No doubt Lucca too was bitter. Either unable to or unwilling to, Noah did not get up just yet. Enstead of slumped over on the ground, still over whelmed by the ordeal. He rolled over some and lay flat on his back on the dark forest floor, reaching his hands up and placing them over his eyes as one would expect anyone to see someone do while waking up with a headache or something. As for Lucca, though she now carried the burden of Noah's memories, she also carried with her his knowledge of magic and how to vastly increase her own powers. She was now no doubt also aware of Noah's urges which she'd triggered, but at this point, Noah's long dormant and recently awakened libeto (or however you spell it) may not be the first thing on his mind anymore. Or perhaps it was something more. Maybe Noah could sense Lucca's under lying pain that mirrored his own. Perhaps it wasn't lust. Maybe it was love? And indeed, did Lucca have any such feelings or urges triggered by Noah? If she were poised mentally enough, she would have time to ponder that. As for Noah, he still lay on his back, on knee arched up, and his palms still rubbing over his eyes.

[Lady Lucca Solaris of Ulster]

Lady Lucca Nausea surged at her inner walls as she tried to stand up-right once more.. but she failed, oh so miserably, at that last attempt. Merely, she sunk deeper into the forest floor, becoming bedfellows with the underbrush and any other suck creatures contrary to herself that was not aware of. Her body ached all over, her mind numb to everything around her. It was too much to take in at once.. he was so much older than her.. so many years.. hundreds of years of memores, pouring from every orphace of her body. She writhered somewhat as the tortured body continued to relive all the pain, her own and not. She moaned softly... though little time was spent contemplating how much of a moron she must have prevented to the man that was somewhere to her side.. Yes.. he was a man, that was for sure. And then, he had died.. passed away, into the oblivion of flames, once consumed by flames.. so many years of torture and pain.. she felt dwarfed by it.. she felt hatred for it... her loathesomeness for the world around here merely grew, merely provided for a pool from which her mind could dive into its blackness...But, then she remember those fresh feelings towards the end of the chronological chaos... those reasons behind is actions and facial expressions. She did not know what more to make of it, or to make of her own feelings in like regard. There was little she knew any more, beyond the horrors of a past two people could share so intimately. Ebbing closer slowly, she raised her head towards him, to any general direction to find him. How was he doing? Was his mind a casket for screaming memories? Or had he found some sort of resolve in those sychronizational moments of memory fusion? Within moments, against the light of waxing moon, did she find a slump of something akin to a body a few feet away, a very many few feet away as she attempted to reach him. There was no real plan of action whence her body would find his, no real semblance of what she might do.. but she would deal with it when it came about. Finally feeling her body cave downward, she managed to come within inches of him before collapsing at his side, breathing heavily. Never had she felt so vulnerable... but, never had she felt so connected to one singular being... all that rested within her mind now, was where the hell she would spend the night. "... heh.. so was it good for you?"

Noah/Spawn "...heh..so was it good for you?" That was the remark he heard from the woman that for some reason or another had struggled to reach his side. Even in this vulnerable moment, she still seemed to be a smartass. That seemed to hint at a greater inner strength. His mind did real and whirl with confussion, and a sickening feeling in his stomach. But that was all subsiding. The night air was cool and soothing, as well as the cold ground, like ice on a hang over induced headache. He removed his hands from his eyes and looked toward the direction the voice had come from and saw Lucca's broken body next to him. Indeed, they perfectly paradoied spent lovers laying next to each other. His body was much stronger than hers though and realizing what was going on, he reacted with the same instinct that she seemed to have acted upon moments earlier when she struggled to reach over to Noah. Before he knew what was going on, he reached over and grasped the exhausted and probably still weary woman and pulled her closer to him and finally taking her in his arms. His touch was cold and dead like a corpse and his scent....was that of the vile stink of rotten eggs, the classic "Hell, fire and brimstone" smell. And his muscles? Tensed and rock hard. Nothing about him has been designed to make anyone happy, only to bring pain and death. Yet it was ironic how he grasped for and held the woman in his arms with such tenderness and affection. Now realizing what was going on, he felt himself grow nervous. Could he really keep her close like this? More over, would she allow him to? Would she enjoy it, or maybe he should push her away? Or maybe wait for her to push him away? He was no virgin, but the closeness and intimacy of just a few moments ago still lingered with him. Indeed, for both of them, it was perhaps like loosing their virginity all over again

Lady Lucca Whether she was drunk on her own self-pity, or merely drunk from the pain, she merely laughed away his gesture of touch and confinement, rolling around with her back to him, however painful that act was. She laughed, whole-heartedly, in a haunting sort of way that seemed to erupt from the very recesses of her past, that every annoying past that she had fought to hide from the new world she had created for herself. And here, with his arms around her, laid the one man who knew her deepest, darkest secrets... and she knew his, but that did not matter. She was selfish, she was lonely.. and if anything, she was full of anger for everything. Shifting around within his arms, she laid upon her stomach, her eyes closed as if to shut out the world, though she was very much awake and aware of everything. "So.. you are aware that Farris is pursuing me? ..." hollowed and hoarse, the voice seemed unearthly and somewhat, uncultured in comparison to her "Aye"s and her "doth"s that would litter the diction she so ardently employed. Now, it seemed ot have shed all facades and dispositions.. becoming purely unadulterated.. and raw.... Of course, she referred to her memories so now infused within him, the memory of meeting a man only one night previous.. then going to her room for tea... the sudden kiss.. then the present day and their little 'encounter' within his room.... "I find it funny... that the tea-cup was broken today in his presence.. makes me wonder if it was a sign.. that a fanciful courtesan is never a prize for a rat, hmm?" Laughing hoarsely again, she rolled around to face him, edging closer to his bulky, muscular form, ignoring everything that presented a block to her actions, and walked her fingers along what would be his cheekbone. "But you're no courtesan.. are you?.. you're just as wasteful as me... "

Noah/Spawn Her words almost hurt and true he was alittle offended by being called "wasteful". But he could find no better term to dub himself as. Despite his virtually unphathomable power, he was perhaps lower than anyone else in this kingdom, and perhaps in most other kingdoms he encountered. After all, there is nothing higher than Heaven, but there is alost nothing lower than Hell. Further more, since they'd shared their whole beings with one another, she no doubt knew the true extent of his power. It was with a great courage that she called him "wasteful", no doubt. His eyes narrowed somewhat as he lifted up his head to look down upon her. It seemed like a look of anger, but that assumption would be dismissed by his tone of voice. Still soothing and intellectual, it was more lightly toned, almost jokative. "Then tell me, Lady Lucca.....can I assume from your tone that you've choosen me over him?" A soft chuckle escaped him as he lay his head back again. It did indeed feel wrong to do this, but at the same time so right.....so good. Somewhat like how the angels before Noah were forbidden from the humans, but did so anyways and were damned because of it. Was Noah not guilty of that same crime right now? Giving in and allowing himself, his grusome and repulsive form to embrace and be affectionate with this fairly beautiful specimen of a woman. More over, what was it that drew her to him when perhaps alittle over an hour ago, at the very most, she would've fleed in terror from him? Letting off a soft sigh, he once again made himself vulnerable to Lucca. How so? He relaxed, closing his eyes, though a faint glowing outline of green traced the closed slits of his eyelids, and simply relaxing. Despite how vulgar he thought of it as, there was indeed something quite intoxicating about this moment.

[Lady Lucca Solaris of Ulster]

Lady Lucca Her eye shifted, watched him closely, examined those facial features against the black backdrop.. tired to see past that mask of a face he so wore day in and day out. A wave of anger seemed to course through her veins with his rather presumptious phrase, a wave that balled her fists and brought forth the clenching of her teeth. But those memories.. those dreadful semblances of her own time past rooted themselves within her mind, taking hold of her anger.. and completely snuffing it out... Surging forward, she found her hands grasping onto the front of his uniform, clutching the living thing with all her might so that she could be lost within its folds. Closer she drew, buring her face within it, willing herself not to let the moment to get to her. She wanted him to revolt, to turn away from her, to make it all easier for her... She wanted him to just.. she wanted herself to just.. well, stop. Stop living within this world, or the next, or any other beyond that moment. For what else was there? Beyond that very night and the protective walls of the forest, there was nothing for them. He would go his way, and she, hers. Though to where, one could not suggest or even understand, for everything was different now.. everything.. just.. different. Her body shuddered suddenly, with the escaping of a dry sob, her will finally giving in to the absolution that was her fate. She wanted so badly for it all to just make sense, for the entire world to be easy once more, but she knew that was not possible. How immature she must have seemed to him, how completely childish. But agian, she didnt care... and why should she? Lifting her face slightly, her eyes came to face the material of the creature she clung to and felt nothing more than to never let go. At least here, he knew her, he understood her...she didnt have to pretent or play make-believe.. or dance around an idea before having it come in to play. At least, with him, she could lay in his arms and feel the security of the power that coursed through his body. Leaning for, she pressed her lips to his chest and closed her eyes, wanting nothing more than to sit there for eternity... however cliche that part of her life might be.. but really, what wasnt cliche?

Noah/Spawn She may've thought they were going to go their seperate ways, but he had other plans. After all, what was wrong with making her his significant other? Maybe even his wife?....his queen. It was a strange and eerie feeling, in the sense that it allowed this Lucca, this probably must more fragile creature, to get anything she wanted out of him. It was somewhat like a drug. Whatever it was though, he found it to his liking. So much so that he hadn't realized that he was drifting off to sleep. But his quasi-slumber was interupted by a sudden noise. She'd given a sob for some reason, as though pained by the fact that she was laying there with him. Or maybe he misread her actions. She didn't seem immature to him at all. Rather, he wondered why she would be sobbing and still pondering why she was so drawn to him. Bonded with his uniform as he was, he could feel her warm lips pressing against his cold body. Laying on his cold chest, his cold arms around her, and the cold atmosphere of the night air, he couldn't help but wonder also why she didnt' seem to be shivering due to it. Or perhaps she was and he just hadn't noticed it yet. "What's so troubling to you right now?....Do you find it painful and straining to remain in my arms like this?" Loosing its jokative tone, his voice retained its former level of seriousness that it once held. Still laying there on the forest floor and with this unique woman still resting in his arms, he fell silent again, and waited to hear her answer to his question, not knowing if he could bare a painful answer sent his way.

Lady Lucca the sensation that reverberated back from her kiss startled her somewhat.. it was cold, it was barren.. as hollow as she felt, but also, dying to be filled. Smiling softly to herself, she sighed within hia arms and turned to resting, though his voice left little chance for that.. if it was eternity she was vying for with him, they would have to learn some ground rules, first. With a teasing finger to the cloth, she thumbed at the material while examining nothing and everything before her. "...troubling? ...should you refer to my crying, it really isnt crying.. but I surrender.. to you.. and if that isnt painful - to surrender after fighting for years, then I know not what is...." Leaving it at that, she undulated her body until she came more towards his eye level, then the chest level, taking careful note that he really was a big sort of guy. What would you say to a person, you already knew everything about? .. Her eyes questionned his, tried to see past the green aura as if she could find some sort of answer there. They had shared everything, right down to the very last drop of blood, and still, she felt he was a mystery to her.... that he was enigmatic and totally within a world of his own. Did she want to press within that world? hardly..... Did she want to be in that world. Well, it surely could have beaten her world.. but, how would a human and spawn live? Heavan and Hell.. or something in between.. it was fitting.. and almost too ironical... "For a woman who scarces finds solace within the arms of herself... yours seem nothing more than what I could have expected from a dream.... you do not trouble me, Noah... but the air about you does.. the air about this forest... for Ulster does breed fantasies that must be carefully observed...."

Noah/Spawn Her words were poetic indeed. They made little sense at first, but sounded so good, especially her saying his name for some reason. Perhaps one of the many new reactions of being in love....wasn't it love after all? Or was it? It certainly did feel that way. Lucca bore not only the heavy burden of Noah's torturious memories, but also much knowledge and experience. Noah had witnessed the births, lives and deaths of countless stars and planets. Even bearing witness to creations of entire new realities. This knowledge alone would cause most mortal men to go completely mad. Noah wondered if it wasn't this knowledge that had something to do with Lucca's uncertain behavior. And indeed, how would a human and hellspawn live? Though he did get the point of her words, so he thought. "Translated ......you fear that maybe I'm too good to be true? That maybe....I'm a fantasy....a dream....dreampt up by Ulster?" He'd hoped he got the meaning of her words. It was also ironic how the rolls has switched once again. Noah had gone from being virtually on top of the world to letting this woman, this Lucca rest upon him like a mere pillow. But really, despite his ego, he probably wouldn't have had it any other way. Despite their differences, they both mirrored each other perfectly in many aspects and further more....their newly founded relationship seemed to obey the same basic laws that all relationships such as theirs obey. That is, they surrender to one another and come to the decision that they're best and only truely happy when they're within their lover's arms. He could feel the warmth given off by her body, despite the fact his body gave her no warmth back in return....not until after that moment. Having a massive amount of power, especially on reserve, he had no trouble warming his body for her, giving her at last a nice warm place to rest. As for the night air, the living cape moved, as if weightless, upward and then inward towards Lucca. The result? A makeshift blanket. It was crude, but hopefully a good gesture. He gazed deep into the dark orbs that she possed, finding them giving him what seemed to be a peircing stare back. Not in a hateful sense, but rather looking and probing his inner being, his mind and his very soul. Having briefly joined together for one moment though, was there really anything left to probe? Or perhaps he took her gaze the wrong way. He couldn't, however, shake the feeling she was staring into the very depths of his soul looking for some unfound answers....or perhaps he was being paranoid...