Burning Bridges (Alice)

[Cyrus Moore]

Cyrus was back at the beginning, back where it had all started. He was sitting upon a fallen tree on the hard shore of Caldera Lake, looking at the scene where his ship had landed. A huge crater had been made where the Forlorn Hope had touched down, and this crater had soon become a lake where all kind of life teemed. Cyrus smiled as he touched the earth beneath the tree, the smile wasn't a true one, those rarely graced his features, this one was a smirk. He laid back against the tree and sighed at the feeling of hard bark against his back. He hadn't been here in a while. He should come back more often.

Though if he did come back he would always be reminded of his mortality. He liked that others believed he was a god. It was almost easy for him to believe he was a god. That he had come down from the heavens above and graced the Natives with his presence. The light smirk that still danced with his features turned into a chuckle. It was just to easy. His hands brushed down his white trench coat and landed on the waist holster for his gun. He brushed his finger along the barrel of his Winchester Magnum. A soft shudder of desire shook him, desire for blood.

He breathed trying to slow the burning that crept it's way through his body. The Burn was strong but it wouldn't beat him right now he pushed it down determinedly, he was going to enjoy this day if it killed him. The sun was shining and it was slightly warm without clouds. If Cyrus really cared about weather he might think it was the perfect day, but to him it was just rather nice. He enjoyed the warmth of the sun as it played across the skin already exposed and he then stripped off his trench coat and placed it carefully behind his head on the tree. He laid back down, sighing once again as his black tank top left more skin for the sun to warm.

He was black on white, all his clothes were black including his black combat boots, save for the white trench coat he had just took off. It made his skin look that much more pale, gleaming a alabaster white in the sun. The edges of his tattoo were just visible underneath his tank top. He almost looked exposed, only he was far from it, he was covered by layers of lies and a chilly exterior.

Words: 431
Muse: Awesome
Song: N/A

[AliceRodan]

Alice was walking, half stumbling, towards a lake where she needed to get to so desperately. She had been thrown into a culture shock the never seemed to become normality. It was like watching a bird fly into a window over, and over, and over. The bird would never stop thinking there was nothing in the way. That's what this whole situation looked like to Alice. these people just kept going in a cycle that always ended in war, but for some reason only those who were able to step back could see this bigger picture. Alice never wanted to step back, and see all of these flaws. It meant she was right, but it also meant she was different from everyone else which was the same as being wrong.

From the time she woke up, countless strange faces tried to fill her in on 'the truth' which sounded like a lot of bullshit politics to her. She would have hopped back into the cryo sleep pod if they would have let her, but they all said the same thing 'We need people for the war effort' or 'Its to dangerous! the enemy could find you when you are frozen and kill you!.' Of course she just tuned everyone out. She had no interest hearing the same side of a story a hundred times. All she wanted to know, was why the hell all of the alcohol was being rationed to solders for 'the war effort. Thats why she needed the lake.

She reached the edge and took a quick look around before peeling off her shirt and taking off her boots. It looked clear enough, and she doubted anyone would be around in the first place. She stood at the edge, still her her baggy shorts, but she couldn't bring herself to jump in. She brushed away some stray hair as a pathetic attempt to excuse the action to herself. She knew she was brushing away a tear, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it. "Bullshit." She half said it under her breath, but it turned into a yell. "This is all fucking bullshit!"

Alice saw something out of the corner of her eye, and snapped her head around like she had been caught stealing something. She could see an unnatural white that formed form clothing reflecting the sun and could make out the form of a person. She cursed herself for being so emotional earlier and not noticing it. Alice slipped her shirt back on and snatched up her boots by the laces. She wasn't embarrassed by the fact someone might have seen her topless, but it burned her up that she almost cried when someone was around. And a stranger no less. She couldn't resist doing anything but going over there to assure herself she was unseen.


Words:476
Muse: :3
Song: Yoko Kanno 'because'

[Cyrus Moore]

His nostrils flared, the warm scent of blood and skin filled them. A groan vibrated through his being as he moved into a sitting position. his eyes darted to the left. Once against his nose took in the scent as he looked for it's owner. The scent was feminine and the suspicion was soon affirmed by the sight of a woman walking toward him. The god smirked with a confident arrogance as he stood, leaving his trench coat behind with a glance at his favored piece of clothing.

He moved with a strange grace for a man of his form, and as he walked toward her his smirk only widened. His ebony gaze slid over her form with appreciation. He liked the bad girl look she seemed to have going on. Her blood smelled sweet and even though she smelled like a human, he couldn't help but want a taste. He was technically only addicted to the Natives' blood but that didn't mean he didn't like the sweet flavor of the humans'. As he approached closer a the smirk became softer, more secretive and he called out to her, "Well hello, little human. What is the likes of you doing in a place like this?"

His tongue swept across his lips hungrily as he eyed her. She would probably only see him as interested in her body, as flirting. How wrong could she be? A soft chuckle fell from him. The lies that writhed in his heart grew excited by another chance to grow. The darkness that consumed him wanted to reach out and consume her. But she looked like she had enough issues as it was. Cyrus would wait, would play with her for a while like one of the big feline predators in Kiroteh would with their prey.

He would learn her personality, her thoughts and pick it apart. Make her squirm uncomfortably and beg for help. That submission was the best feeling in the world. The feeling of power as someone fell on their knees before you. It sent a sense of amazing power rushing through his veins, it's one of the reasons he liked drinking the blood, because his victims had to submit to him during the moment he sliced open their neck and drank from their veins. Felt that warm liquid slip down his throat and warm his belly, the Burn sat just under the surface of his subconscious now.

Words: 410
Muse: Good
Song: Evacuate the Dance Floor- Cascada

[AliceRodan]

Alice was a bit confused when the figure, who turned out to be a man, got up and walked towards her as if he couldn't wait for her to get there. She started to see how he was trying to take control of the situation. He walked with an over confidant gait, and didn't even try to hide his wandering eyes, or his impatient tongue that briefly parted his lips. She could see how he held himself like some person of lofty authority. She was amazed being that high and mighty didn't give him a nose bleed. But above all she noticed his eyes prizing her. They weren't the kind of eyes that showed appreciation for something beautiful. They were the kind that belonged to a man that desired to own something like a prized game animal.

Alice put her hands on her hips in a half instinctive reflex as she remembered the first time she had seen a man look at her that way. She could practically hear him calling her his bitch, and prompting her to beg at his feet. She was broken out her daze when the man had decided to speak first as well, further asserting himself. His words were as mocking as she expected. typical alpha male persona trying to call her little. Her feelings of disgust were churning until hatred started to bubble up, and she clenched her fist.

The part about him calling her a human caught her off guard enough to delay her anger. She met his eyes when they finally came back to her face, and shook her head slightly. "And what, may I ask, would that make you?" She shifted her weight to one side and flipped her hair out of the way. She continued without giving him a chance to answer. "Because if you ask me, that makes you some fur-less animal the poachers couldn't be bothered with killing."

Alice froze for a second as she remembered bits and pieces of what all those people had tried to tell her. All of the ignored fragments and words floated into place as she pieced it together. The enemy. Gods. At the time she had thought they were some made up relics from the backwards natives, but there was no doubt about it. This man was dangerous. She could hide her feelings, but she couldn't stop the sensation of cold steel running down her back and through her veins any more than she could stop her pupils from turning into giant black pools. Even if he missed all of that, the cold sweat on her face would give it away. Suddenly she felt like he could look right through her, and there was nothing she could do.

[Cyrus Moore]

Her cocky response to his question had him narrowing his eyes in displeasure at her insolence. His hand clenched slightly into a half fist and then relaxed. He forced his immediate reaction down, which was to grab her and take his knife to her throat. But as he spoke his anger forced its way into his words, "Or that makes me the animal that killed the poachers." He ignored the first question. She was a human and therefore probably a colonist, she would probably attack if he was right and spilled his identity to her. Not that he couldn't handle her, he just didn't want to spoil the day quite yet.

Another dark chuckle rumbled up from his chest, "You haven't answered my question, human," his voice was cold and demanding now, no longer did he have the light flirtatious tone. "What are you doing here?" He didn't like it when his questions went unanswered. Maybe he was a control freak, maybe he did need to be dominant all the time, but it was something that he had learned to deal with and he usually got being a god now. The annoyance it caused others was not something that bother him. It was just something they had to learn to live with.

Suddenly the air sharpened with the sour smell of fear. Cyrus bit back a laugh as he watched the cocky girl before him. Watched as he saw her almost freeze like a gattere caught in a the grips of that moment right before the knife plunged through it's chest cavity. Her body became rigid and her eyes darkened with clouds of fearful fog. Did she finally piece it together? Did she know who she was speaking to? A greedy glint appeared in his eyes as he took in her sweating brow and stiffening muscles.

He loved that look, right when someone found something out that scared the living daylights out of them. He loved the stench of fear and drew it in as it permeated the air. The rush of her blood through her body had grown faster, Cyrus could hear her heart beat so much faster than it had a few minutes before. He closed the small gap between them and leaned down toward her ear, to whisper in it, "Yes, that's right. You know what you face, dear human. Watch your step." His hand came up to trace a vein upon her wrist so lightly that his touch was like the brush of a flower petal when you walked passed it.

Words: 434
Muse: GREAT! ^___^
Song: Hello World- Lady Antebellum

[AliceRodan]

She watched as his expression changed. Before it had been a sickening, tainted lust, but now he just looked satisfied. It wasn't a good thing by any means, but it put Alice a bit more at ease. He probably would be more interested in other things about her than her body now, but when it came to mind, that wasn't better at all. Her body was by most standards perfect, but the rest of her was jagged and broken. For a moment she found herself hoping that he just wanted sex with her. As long as she didn't have to look in his eyes, it could only be so bad. She could probably even convince herself it wasn't rape. But she had to go and ruin his power trip. Now he wouldn't stop until he had squeezed her dry.

Just as she began to compose herself, he took a powerful step forward, robbing her of her own personal space. How could someone be so commanding that they can take something so fundamentally owned by another? His erect figure stood only slightly taller, and yet towered above her. As if on command, a cold wind followed his swift movement forward. She noticed he was still looking over her and she wondered if her fragile mind would be safe from the same prying eyes.

Alice felt her heart slow down, and then heave into a massive beat like a cold engine turning over. His hand had hardly touched her, but in this nervous state that was enough. Her adrenal gland had shot her full of its sweet chemical, and her arm shot out to grab his wrist. By the time she processed what happened another shock had come over her. Just the fact she had touched seemed like violation from some unwritten law. A violation punishable by death.

She released his arm almost as quickly as she grabbed it, and awaited his reaction. She had to look up into his eyes for a full second before she realized her head was canted towards the ground. Alice had risked her reputation in stair-downs many times, but she had never risked her life. At the very worse some guy got a cheap shot in on her before she was able to break a bone, or nose, or at least make him bleed. This was much more serious.

She lifted her chin and decided to answer his question. She wasn't broken, she had just buckled a little. "I have been frozen twice, and each time I woke up to something shittier than the last. I just needed to..." She stopped herself not even knowing what she could have possibly said. There was no quivering in her voice now, but there was no bitterness either. "I just needed some warming up." It was true, but she needed the kind of warmth that no sun could give, regardless of the planet. She instantly felt stupid for saying it, but given the chance she still wouldn't take it back. Maybe being broken was the only way to find what she was looking for.

[Cyrus Moore]

As she reached out and caught his wrist, his eyebrow shot up in amusement, because even though he would usually strike another or touching him in such an aggressive way, she let go so fast he knew she was still full of fear. The way her eyes refused to lift and set on his only affirmed his belief. She was practically on her back and grovelling, like some dog who had lost a fight to it's alpha. He licked his lips, her fear was so sweet on his tongue, almost as good as the blood. He leaned forward once again and placed his nose right above the curve of her neck, just so she would only feel his breath.

Inhaling her scent deeply, he responded to her, "There are many ways to warm oneself. It all depends on what kind of warmth you want. I would eagerly come to you if you decided you needed the kind of warmth only I could give you." Once again he spouted out a web of deceit. The girl would feel no warmth with him, he was not a warm lover. Sure he had every intention of making sure the other person enjoy themselves, but it was far from warm.

Now if he found someone who understood him, who could mold to him perhaps they would find that little fire of humanity beneath his skin and be able to stoke it to life. But Cyrus had yet to find someone like that and doubted he ever would. He raised his head and smirked at her widely. The curve of the lips was flirtatious once again, but that hint of satisfaction was still there. What he wasn't sure about was the Burn and whether it would make him drink from her. If he did he wouldn't kill her, not this time, she was far too much fun. He always needed some entertainment.

Words: 320
Muse: Good but tired
Song: Rolling in the Deep- Adele

[AliceRodan]

His breath at the base of her neck gave of an incredible moist heat that trickled down her collar. He was actually letting her head be above his, as the smallest gesture of good will. Maybe it was just a plea for her to play along while he used her, but being used was never a bad thing. It meant he wanted her. One thing that a lot of dominant men failed to realize, was that they couldn't take whatever they wanted. The could never make a woman have sex back the way she would out of pleasure. But maybe this man knew that.

She looked at his slightly hunched over form, and took in his figure. It wasn't grotesquely muscular, or unnatural in any way. There was no one thing that was extraordinary about his body that she could see, and yet it was clearly a man that got everything he wanted. Alice reflected on this prospect yet again, and couldn't quite see herself in those shoes. Anyone that powerful could never find anyone to treat them like a normal person. Friendship was another thing you couldn't simply take.

Alice rested her arms gently on his shoulders, and let them hang lazily around his back. She didn't know if she did this out of wanting him to be done with her, or out of a genuine want to do it, but she liked the feeling. She knew anyone that was able to treat him like a friend would be seen as special in his eyes. Or maybe he was too far gone to be touched by another's warmth ever again. Her lack of intimate contact with other people had left her out of touch. Maybe she was just being naive. She pressed her cheek against his, but this time she knew it was only to end their time together quicker.

She spoke in a soft teasing voice to egg him on. "When was the last time you wanted something..." she rubbed her cheek against his to make sure that the 'something' was clear in his head "...that you couldn't have?" Alice took a pause so he had time to think. She new his type was prone to take on a challenge with blind focus, and it was so easy to exploit. As long as she knew that she wasn't the one being used, she could easily enjoy it. And if he saw through it, all the better. But the one thing Alice couldn't bring herslef to ignore, was how she almost admired him.

[Cyrus Moore]

The soft pressure of her arms around his neck made him smirk. His arms snaked around her waist and drew her in close. He licked a small stripe up the curve of her neck, feeling the pulse of her heart beat beneath his tongue. The heat that came from her was intoxicating. Her scent was so overwhelming. He was so ready for more when she pressed her cheek up against his and nuzzled it. The words she said made a bark of laughter come out. Immediately his hands left her waist and he was slipping out of her grip.

A smirk of cruelty and coldness played with his lips as he stepped back from her and shoved his hands into his pockets. "There are few things in this world that I truly want that can deny me. You just happen to be one of the things I want but I definitely don't feel the uncontrollable desire for you. Now unless you wish to convince me otherwise, I can leave right now, without a second thought," what he said was true. He felt no emotional attachment to this girl and would feel no qualms about leaving her. The smirk became quizzical as he quirked a brow.

Was she interested in him? It really didn't matter. Right now he would be ok with either way right now. He could go back to just enjoying the day, or have some fun with this woman. The wind picked up slightly and the brush of it against his skin was welcoming. He closed his blinked slowly and enjoyed the touch of the wind against him. His attention was soon focused on her again. She was interesting, yes, but not enough to keep his attention for eternity. No one had been able to keep his attention like that.

It wouldn't be her for another reason. Cyrus definitively preferred men over women. Something about them were much more alluring. Perhaps it was the challenge of trying to get them to submit to him. Perhaps it was the way they squirmed under his attention. Women expected it from him. They knew the way he thought, but the men were unaware of his sinful ideas. Even some of those who were straight he could get into his bed. But he wouldn't turn away a woman if she thought she had the strength to take him on. He would just prove her wrong.

Words: 407
Muse: GOOD
Song: Set Fire to the Rain- Adele

[AliceRodan]

His warm hands slid around her torso, but there was still a brief chill that shot from wherever they touched, and diffused through every plexus of nerves in her body. When he released her, she suddenly remembered why she got that chilled feeling from him. She had no choice but to look at his eyes, and his arrogant smile. Maybe somewhere inside him there was something worth bringing back to life, but Alice wouldn't be the one to do it.

She was a little surprised at how he made no attempt to prove himself to her at this point. Maybe he was confident that he had already done that, but he would also be wrong. The way he stood with his hands in his pockets pretending to feign interest in her was pathetic. He was all over her just a few seconds ago, and if he seriously lost interest that fast, he was more unstable than she had ever been.

There was however, a glimpse of humanity in what he said. He admitted that there were things even he couldn't have. Alice wondered if he really knew exactly what these things were, but right now all that mattered was the fact she wasn't one of them. Was he really arrogant enough to think that she wanted him? It was noble of him to give her the choice, but if he expected her to go to him, then he was a dumbass.

Alice wasn't going to push her luck, but she at least wanted to know something about this man. His motivations were either deeply complex, or shallow little amusements that jerked about at his whim. She started to see him more as the shallow type, and it seemed to fit better. It wasn't a perfect fit, but it worked wonders compared to trying to look into his mind.

"Look. I could care less about the sex." She was finally starting to feel like her old self again. Alice felt her own arrogant smirk begin to appear. "I could honestly care less about you. I mistook you for someone with a personality." She doubted he would do anything to her. He looked like a spoiled child that had gotten bored with his newest toy, and that was just fine with her. She turned around and started to walk away. "Don't fly too close to the sun Ikarus. It's a long way down."

Words: 409
muse: good

[Cyrus Moore]

He raised an eyebrow, as she walked away. He would have let her go too, without an issue until she spoke. She could care less about him? He was a god! A god to all those who walked Kiroteh, whether they believed in him or not. So they better damn well care. Whether it was care because they were going to die or care because they loved and adored him, it didn't matter. He drew his pistol, placed his thumb pulled it back. He pointed it at her back and grinned in that cold way that showed emptiness.

"You should learn to care about those who can take your life with such ease it would be hardly a breath to them," his voice was sharp and reprimanding. "Run little rabbit run," the teasing tone it took, was vicious and cruel. He wasn't sure if he intended to spill the woman's blood. It would be easy enough but he kind of wanted to toy with her more. If he did end up killing her she would die with his lips upon her throat while he drunk her dry. He bet her blood would taste sweet too.

He took steps closer to her. But stayed just out of her reach. He could smell her. And hear the thump of her heart as blood pulsed through her body. The Burn erupted in his head, and he groaned out load. He rested his finger against the trigged of the gun and waited her response.

Words:253
Muse: Low
Song:n/a