In the far land of Asxairo, off the distant ruins of the Rovien Sea lives a damnation to the kingdoms. She is something beyond the great bounds of the ancestors and the Gods. She is an unstoppable force and she has a mission to complete.
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Oh hey, Venix! Long time, no see! *waves frantically*
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Lies. Everything he says is a lie.
Venix repeated this to herself as she got up the next day before even the sun woke up, those words repeating in her head until she was sure they were written on her forehead.
A cold breeze kissed her skin as she walked across the desert land to the bathhouse, a robe in one hand. Others were already up, not paying her any attention as she ran her fingers through her hair.
The bathhouse was lit with light and empty, barely lingering with life as the BloodBone set her things down and stripped herself bare. She tossed her clothes aside and walked over to one of the empty bath chambers.
The porcelain tub was halfway filled with water but she decided to drain it and fill it once more with hot water before allowing her body to sink into its warm embrace, the water coming up to her neck. Her toes curled underneath the hot water's comforting embrace, her hair becoming slick with water as it plastered itself to her back and around the curves of her ear.
Serius. Stories lingered around that wretched kingdom and those who dared venture into its deathly lands came back with horrifying stories or never came back all. The thought of Onyx out there - if she was still out there - all alone and searching twisted a sickening feeling inside Venix's stomach, an empty feeling aching in her entrails.
"Onyx, please be alive" the BloodBone whispered to herself, lifting her fingers out of the water and resting them on her lips. "Don't die on me." Her voice cracked on the last few words, feeling her throat tighten with tears.
Distracting herself, she absently stroked her lips. The same lips Lucien had kissed not too long ago. The fresh memories of his scent around her and his arms around her waist were still perplexing inside her mind, not knowing whether she wanted it to happen again or wanted to run if he attempted it again.
Oh hell, he attempted and she let him kiss her. After that first kiss, there were many more that followed on that same day, something desperate growing between them as their kisses became deeper, sensual. Like they were two lovers who had finally found each other.
Something between them sparked, glitched and seemed to merge them together and a headache formed in the BloodBone's head the more she thought about it.
She didn't know what she wanted anymore, her heart being pulled in too many directions for her to decide.
Maybe that was for the best. For now, at least.
Bathing herself quickly, Venix took five minutes before getting out of the tub and drying herself off with her robe, She wrapped the silk fabric around her body and pulled her hair back before walking out of the bathhouse.
Back at her hut, she pulled on black jeans and a midnight blue shirt with sleeves that were decorated with ripped slits, revealing patches of her skin. A black cloak was wrapped around her shoulder, clipped with a sapphire pin and her snow white hair was pulled up in a bun.
