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[Lenneth]

The veil of smell of blood slips out from the cracks of the dark temple’s doors, polluting the serenity of the air with wrenched scent of wicked intent. Thumbing sounds echo though the tiles of the floor evaluate above the cold sands of the earth here. Seconds pass as the sounds howls louder and louder toward the main gates, before long a massive stream of blood gushed out of the doors, force the large doors to burst wide open to allow the red life to recede outwards into the court yard. Among the flowing severed limbs and organs foot steps along the fading stream ripple down ward to the stairs where the cause of the red river started from. The La Vaeas himself generated this day belonged to a bloodier side of the brat from his normal carefree exploration of the worlds, a side of him that represents a more aggressive and hateful personality. Promptly his steps took him down that drench pools along the steps before making it into the blood socked soil, just to get off a little please he ripped the tongue straight from the departed heartless before tossing it away. Foolish little keybladers made the mistake to follow in his steps and attempted to hunt them down, their hearts remained with Len though their bodies were sent straight to oblivion, an assignation certainly didn’t help his mood.

The Prinnies tried to cheer him up with a good feast but in all honest walking up to a proud serial killer when his in a bad mood was not one of their smarter thoughts and thus the new outdoor pool of red was formed from their mistake in letting in guests. There was hardly anything to do in that cramped little castle so the heartless monster just wanted to take a little stroll around his dark lands, just for some air and silence of being by himself. Crimson light mirrored along the sights of the sliver rays of the moon as his wavered with the genital stroke of the gales, the gold locks of his hair as well fell victim to the winds, blowing across his head what direction was being blow in. The cold breath of night did not affect the light brown tan skin of this youth for its compressions of darkness and no colder temperature of nature could harm him. His seductive attire of a sluttish style was not really all that fitting for a realm of zero warmth and for any one of living flesh they would freeze to death but for him it was a normal as breathing. Fabric of black coated silk adores his legs but unlike pants they only traveled up ward till the thigh before stopping at the bare flesh. A black loincloth hides the prized male organ underneath his thong. Obsidian colored tan top hides the upper portion of his chest area while allowing his abnormal region, deltoids and biceps to be fully exposed to the air. Raven toned nails grow from the tips of his fingers. The very reveling garments he and his weaker side bore were meant to show off his remarkable figure, toned, cut and defined beyond human comparison or dreams. Yet lacking the bulky seize of a giant to allow his to stand as a normal boy his age. Demonic features present themselves on his human frame to just signal his non-humane origin, body length tentacles attached to his shoulder blades, bone like tail coming out from his tail bone and two sets of bat wings attached from the tips of his iliac crest and his temples, just to the side of his blue eyes.

There was little around here to vent out his temper so Len would just preoccupied with his own vanity, gazing at a fragment of mirror he picked up from the ground as he advanced towards his silent place of calming thought and intriguing aroma for his senses. Just behind his castle a wondrous flied of deadly flowers blossomed in the pale shine of the goddess of Luna, a rare supernatural occurrence compared to the norm of the other side. It was his sanctuary of peace, the only place where only he was allowed to trespass thanks to the replying factor of their toxic pollen. For once he was just pleased to do something other then his mindless joy of the slaughter but something in the distant blurred clearer as he pressed one. Sitting down at the field he just started to lay his head down at the flowers, taking in their soft touches along his flawless frame while shaping some darkness to melodies, softy chiming into motion as their patterns etched into a light hearted Hym silently whispering in his surroundings.

[Guest]

Barren beyond comprehension to the eye of the uncultured swine known as the beholder. To those who knew it's plains and traversed the flatten grace. It was a sanctuary of the night which nurtured the untamed spirit. Entities worth grant of the touch of nocturne had a different name sake for this place. To each it was home. A place free from the cruelties of those who would condemn so easily in their own realms. That which is different and without a concise side of the far spread story. Such miserable creatures found outside the dark barrier. It was rare to find few worth the time and effort and even more so to come across one that would bother to return the favor by means of looking past prejudice of race. What were races even but a senseless classification that put a label on which weaker minds could not comprehend. Only because that which they did not understand frightened each to the very core. So names became labels and some more worst than others. Then again, for as much as it was a curse such a distaste to their classification had granted them an escape to this place. Free from the hate and torture of the surface. Here all those touched by darkness could thrive and evolve. Be what and or who they wanted to be. Engage in whatever pleased their fancy. Limitless potential all in the very existence of one single realm composed to them and them alone.

While others did choose their own route of peace. Hidden in shadows among shadows as if to remain unbothered. Which who or what could blame them in right. This was the land where their decision were prime. Whether that meant further hiding from the field of others or doing else-what. In the case of one particular construct there was more to be considered than just to wander or lose one's self in shade. Rather they chose to loose themself in another manner. Mind enthralled in words upon a page. A hand in fluid motion as sentences were crafted with precise delicacy. A collection of thoughts documented to perfection. Such was the elegance of a personal memoir. To keep so close to one's experiences at the turn of a page. It was downright ideal. La Luna seem to shine down with heavenly radiance from above on one of her umbral children. Perched quite gracefully atop a collection of worn stone boulders. A figure of impeccable design and beauty.

At first glance, it was distinctly male in appearance. Rather slender in the way the body reached from top to bottom. Though as progression would serve, a mass of muscular overture oddly complimented by soft curves became visible. A sheen of gold threaten to break the eternal night of the land. The light of the moon reflecting against the surface of his hair. This matched by an eerie luminescence which seem to project from his vibrant amber eyes. Both protected by a set of thin framed glasses of which he would look over the top of from one time to another on the few occasions his vision failed to read a page as properly as needed. The rest of him spoke a style of sophistication. Button up shit put together with a set of formal dress pants and vest. Admittedly the top of the shirt remained unbuttoned to the verge of just barely exposing a well toned upper chest. Enough to tease the senses into submission of lustful delight.

Completely and utterly engaged in his writings, the humanoid heartless was far from alone. Off in the distance the presence of another was in active exploration. A lesser of his kind, it was a creature that resembled a basic shadow in every sense of design. However, unlike it's simplistic brethren it bore a more feline structure. Fixated into four footed walking with ears and a tail. The complete package of what was essentially a cat-like spin off. Adorable in the way it bobbed around. Hungry for any kind of adventure. As it's owner showed no signs of moving at any time in the near future. Aware of this, it would move forward inch by inch. Mindlessly wandering farther and farther away with each step. Until finally it came upon a unfamiliar change in terrain. A puddle of crimson. Immediately enthused by the change the pureblood kitten cautiously proceeded closer. It's nose trailing against the edge of the liquid. The scent being sniffed away at intently, unaware that it was but a mere short distance away from the single most powerful being of it's kind. Nothing more than a wall separated the feline and Heartless King from each other.

Regardless the puddle of blood held attention. One of it's paws reaching forward to swat and bat at. While the Master was away the Grimme Kitty would take this time to play.

[Lenneth]

Taking his time into the bath of flowery scents and peace Lenny moved with a simple whim guiding his actions to the soft breezes of the air outside. The slaughter had been a pass time that offered him a much needed release from a common human condition called stress, right now the aftermath of his clothing being stained from color and scent disgusted him enough to wait to get away from it, the scent of flowers mixed it didn’t appear to be make it any more pleasant either despite earlier ideas about it. Raising from his napping spot and into the common strides of as model like gait Lenny walked back with little more his own skin as his attired vanished off, in place of it a few minutes after waking in the nude the La Vaeas chose his outfit then, a simple clock that barely laid enough black fabric to cover his bear feet but still cover the rest of him. A custom bath robe from the looks of it though he was unsure where this sense of modesty came from, simple feeling elegant and in the mode to sit on a lazy boy seemed to take his thoughts right now.

Moving with ease though his own lands it was only as he took a deep breath did he know that the pool of blood at his front door near, however something else had taken his attention as he saw a tiny little kitty playing with the remains of the keybladers that had attacked him earlier. Wait a cat? That was certainly weird to see in the realm of darkness alone, no something else was off about it, it was a heartless. Lenny held his stance though quickly melted back into ease as he could sense little in way of danger or even calibre from this kitty. Moving slowly towards he questioned just where this little fellow appeared from, it was a breed quite unfamiliar to the dark lord but here it was pawing at the blood like a stretching post.

“Whatcha doing here little fellow?” he asked the little pureblood with a cutie high pitched tone before kneeling down at the little guy, waving his finger around as to play with its sense.

[Guest]

Tap. Tap. A single paw bathed in deep crimson upon contact with the puddle. The warmth of the liquid almost inviting to the little creature. A foul temptation that would lead to playful desire. Innocent in every way it wanted nothing more than explore. Unaware of the approach by the Lord of it's birthright. Careless and free it leaned face first towards the dirt. Butt upward to the air with a tail that swayed back and forth in quick succession. In it's posture a clear display of wind up as it prepared to pounce. Which as it was just about to go was interrupted by a presence unexpected. In the flesh stood another similar in resemblance to it's Master. However, this one vastly different in size and appearance.

Though careful as the Heartless kind engaged. From it's previous stance the kitten lifted and rose it's head to glance. Beady yellow eyes directed at his face. Distant and yet teeming with the tiniest sense of curiosity. As his finger drew close so too did it. Slowly at first. It's nose immediate sent into a sniffing frenzy. Just a way to familiarize itself with those who would come to play. It wouldn't take long before the rough surface of a full black tongue would press the surface of his skin. Affection earned. Upon his question the kitten merely tilted it's head to the side. A soft mewl released before it turned and began to walk away. A tiny bobbing motion in it's step as it did so.

A few paces taken and it would stop to look back as if suggesting to follow. The animal though indulgent to it's own sense of whimsy was far from unintelligent. It would lead him away if he decided to come with.

[Lenneth]

The softly little tongue quickly tickled the tip Len’s finger, its soft black touch was cool while its tiny size was entertaining for him, it seemed so small and lively to him a far cry from the heartless he had been use to seeing growing into the role of their king. Often he found his kin to be savage, mindless and overall aggressive when it came to pray or overpowering itself in the presence of others just like it, this one was quite different. It appeared to bare no ill will towards him so far and the pet like state was refreshing, humans often could find comfort in interacting with smaller breeds most of the time maybe this would be his?

The little kitty moved away from his play and Lenny’s presence to which brought a small little sign to smile while standing back up ready to return. However the critter instead kept Lenneth’s attention almost asking him to follow as it looked back with his cute little eyes. Nodding he couldn’t think of anything that could go wrong in his terms, he’d just kill the cat or whatever trap it could be trying to send him. Following behind he would carefully take second to following the cat’s direction.

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