Lady-Arcane

Well, if your into a "mystical" theme, look up "The Guardians of Magic"...very casual, very friendly, not a leader fanclub.

Send a message to @CeeGee, thats the founder.

Wow...What times do you (or did you) log-on? I'm on 7pm - 12am EST and find more RP, drive-by etc...than I can shake a stick at....weird.

Thank you AW for a non-venomous explanation. I'm glad the first impression was incorrect and have deleted my prior comments from this thread...again thank you.

Is there a SG theme you're looking for?

You clearly haven't been looking in the right places.

...the two Callys rushed each other, locking in a biting, hissing and slashing brawl. They slashed at each other with wing claws opening vicious wounds on each other splattering the fractured mirrors with blackish blood. Neither could gain the advantage over the other. The mirrored walls began to collapse around and onto them burying them both.

...silence reigned and nothing moved, save for the final shards of mirror "tinkling" as they fell onto the larger pile. Slowly the mound of sliver shards began to shift and move as a lone figure (Cally) dragged herself out of the carnage, from head to toe her fair skin torn by ugly dark gashes seeping bright red blood. She clawed her way through the razor sharp debris until she was free of it...she curled into a fetal ball shivering and crying as she felt her life seeping out of her. She heard Styx's voice...

Cally? Cally can you hear me? Please hang on, don't give up.

...she struggled to keep her eyes open and her lungs drawing breath...

...so cold...Styx, I'm so cold...it hurts.

...Cally could feel her life slipping away from her, every breath was harder than the last to take, she could feel the ponding of her heart in her ears growing slower. She opened the one eye that wasn't devastated from the sharp silvered glass to see Ryver kneeling beside her...

...take my hand Cally, come back with me...please?

...she reached her slashed and mutilated hand to grasp her friends, the moment they touched images from Styx's mind raced through Cally's as her won flooded into Styx, Ryver pulled on Cally's hand with all of her might...

Cally screamed again in the real world as her body was engulfed in hellfire, as the flames died in her place stood the physical form of Lady-Arcane, the demoness. She dropped to her knees as the weight of her own body became too much to bear, trying to catch her breath. Ryver drew close putting a hand on Arcane's shoulder...

...Cally?

...she nodded with a weak smile...

Yeah Styx, its me in here...I'm okay now.

...the skin, hair and flesh fell away from her face revealing her tormentor's twin, albeit covered with gore which did little to hide the blazing red-orange eyes that were filled with rage. Cally snarled and bared her fangs at herself as the rest of her skin fell away like a banana peel from her body into a fleshy mess beneath her feet. Her doubles eyes widened with surprise, the Demon-Cally recovered quickly...throwing it's newly revealed twin away to fall hard on the floor and sliding a fair distance before stopping. Cally lay on the floor listening to the mocking laughter of her demon-self...

Look at you, finally perfect and still as weak as ever.

...her evil twin slowly walked toward her, flexing her fingers and making a clicking sound with her razor sharp claws...

Let me tell you a little story about us, okay..."Cally"?

...the dark twin grabbed a handful of Cally's hair lifting her head to look into her now dull white eyes...

Everything you THOUGHT was your past is a lie, made up by your itty bitty wittle bwain...

...Demon-self poked her sharp claw against Cally's forehead for emphasis causing a small stream of black blood to trickle down her forehead...

...you were NEVER human you moron! You were implanted in the body of that...that...that human ***** to give you a physical form. Do you know what you did when you were "born" sweet little Cally...

...her demon-self threw her against one of the mirrored walls that suddenly was as close as it appeared, sending a spider's web of fractures dancing across its surface. Her evil twin continued as she approached...

...you tore your way out of her, ripped her apart from the inside out. You KILLED her...you bathed in her blood to gain strength from your very first mortal kill...

...Cally pushes herself up from the floor trying to regain her feet, she shook her head...

You're lying.

...a vicious backhand sent her slamming into the mirrored wall again spreading the fractures further across the reflective surface, Demon-self was on her in an instant pinning her against the sharp edges that cut into her skin, leaving a dark smear on the glass...

I can't lie to you, you're me remember? Do you know what you were before the master sent you to those stupid Darkwielders?

...Cally shook her head, still pinned...

I'm sure you can't wait to tell me though...right?

...the smile that demon-self gave her froze her blood and her voice dripped with venom...

Its the least I can do for...me. You were a slave "Cally", nothing but a plaything for the master...you were his favorite toy...

...demon-self brushed Cally's hair out of her eyes, her face taking on an almost maternal appearance as she drew close enough to Cally that she could feel her breath on her skin...

...we were his favorite, "my most precious possession"...thats what he called us you know? We begged him to send us to the mortal world...and oh what a price he exacted for the favor...such delicious pain...

Cally felt a feather light touch on her shoulder and looked, she saw Styx's hand resting on her and soft voices almost whispers in the distance...

(Blind Seer)...you can do this Cally, fight back.

(Ryver Styx)...I'm here, you're not alone.

...Cally felt a fury unlike anything she had before well up in her; a rage driven not but lust or hunger, but by the connection she felt with those she cared for. With an inhuman roar dark energies exploded from inside her like a vaporous purple and black cloud. The force drove her counterpart against the opposite mirrored wall shattering it, silvery slivers fell puncturing and lacerating her demon-self. In the multi-hued miasma it saw Cally's naked skin ooze the same black metallic covering that served as armor for her kind, her eyes blazed with fire as her savage scream began sending cracks and thin fractures running across all of the shiny surfaces creating a million tiny reflections of the two demonic women...

...she fell and continued falling as the light around her grew dimmer and dimmer. Cally could feel herself growing colder, to the point where it made her skin itch and sting...still she fell. In the distance she could hear laughter, not warm friendly laughter...this was cold, cruel, evil laughter.

...she landed face-down on a mirrored floor, her own face looking back at her. She tried to understand how she could have fallen so far and not been splattered on impact...she should have been turned into a red mess, but she wasn't. Slowly she rose to her feet, seeing the entire "room" she had fallen into covered in reflective surfaces...top, bottom, sides all images of herself mimicking every move she made...

Hello...Is anyone here?

...she started walking toward what she thought was a wall, but no matter how far she thought she had walked it never drew any closer...

Where am I?

...she turned to look at herself in one of the many reflections that surrounded her...it smiled, not the warm smile that she was always complimented on...this was menacing, dark, malevolent. The reflection spoke in a mocking parody of her own voice...

...Hello...Is anyone there? Where am I?

...Cally stared in shock and horror, unable to understand what was happening as her reflection continued...

You are so pathetic...so weak...so stupid...I'm ashamed to be you.

What? You're me?

NO! You're me...well, sort of. You still don't get it do you?

...Cally shook her head slowly, in response her counter-part's shape burst into flames growing fluid and shifting into the demonic form she had seen in the mirror many times before...

THIS...is you, this is me. What we really are little girl.

In a blur the demon-Cally rushed forward clutching her by the throat and lifting her off her feet...

You're nothing but the mask I wear to move unseen among the mortals, nothing...but...a...shell. Lets see whats hiding under the surface shall we?

...her demon-self dragged long sharp claws from her forehead to past her chin, splitting the flesh away from her face...Cally screamed again...

(more to come)

Already did and again Thx!

Thank you very much!