VOLDO
After many grueling battles, Voldo finally caught up with Ivy in Venice.
"You!" the tall, platinum-blonde woman spat, recognizing him instantly. "What are you doing here?"
Voldo had no answer. He was, after all, mute. In fact, being deaf and blind as well, he didn't even hear the question.
But Voldo did have an uncanny sixth sense that more than made up for his lost sense of sight and hearing. This sense described the world around him in great detail. It was like having a sense of touch that extended many meters beyond his skin and could even detect differences in light.
He could also detect physiological changes in the enemies he faced, so he knew that unless he could explain himself somehow, this encounter with Ivy could go badly. He'd gone through a lot to encounter her again, and he wasn't going to miss his opportunity this time!
It started back in the Money Pit. The Ivy woman had just fled his defense of Master Vercci's vault. Yet he'd strangely taken no joy in the victory. Was it because she yet lived? Or was it something else?
His master's voice had come to him, then, urging Voldo to chase her because she bore the scent, no, the very aura of the Soul Edge he had sought for so long. Voldo had been ashamed for not noticing and took to the task of pursuing her with verve. Yet his enthusiasm was mixed with something else, which he came to realize had interfered with his perceptions back in the Pit.
She...excited him. Her mode of dress was almost as freaky as his own, and he suspected her libido was as well. After years of dormancy, his own carnal drives were firing up again. He'd had to strap his codpiece on tighter than ever to prevent his getting sidetracked. (See, when you're an amoral, horny bachelor who lives all alone and can contort yourself in unsual ways, well, it's hard to get any work done. Hence, the restraining gear.)
He'd argued bitterly with Vercci for the first time in his life. The ghost mocked Voldo and said it'd never work. But Voldo countered that he had to try; his life had been so barren for so long. Vercci took offense and removed his blessing. This had hurt Voldo terribly, but it also drove him. Life with Ivy was his only hope for joy now.
Now, at last he was again face-to-face with the only woman on Earth made just for him. His pale skin flushed as he knelt before her. He began to serenade her.
"O beauteous rose of England, would that thou wouldst bathe me in thy petals;
And perfume me with thy fragrance. Your scarlet hue matches my hot blood
Which boils for you alone among the many flowers of the garden of Earth."
That's what he wanted to say, anyhow. But all Ivy heard was disgusting heavy breathing.
"Y-you...sick fiend!" the English noblewoman sputtered, flushing even redder. "How dare you leer at me!"
Which wasn't exactly true, as Voldo was blind. But his special sense did enable him to, in a sense, feel up every contour of Ivy's figure. Still, that was no substitute for actual touch. Voldo reached out for Ivy's hand.
"Aagh! You DARE? Get away, you filth!" she raged. With one quick motion, she whipped out her Ivy Blade across Voldo's hand.
Voldo exhaled loudly from the pain, both physical and emotional. But on the heels of that feeling came another: pleasure. He wanted more, and reached for her again. This time she sidestepped and whipped him twice.
He'd lost his master's love, and Ivy denied him hers. But to be beat, whipped and completely dominated by her...well, it would be the next best thing. And where better than here, the City of Water and romance? He turned around.
"You turn your back on me? You think to leave without paying for your disrespect?" Ivy said. "THINK AGAIN!" She extended her whip sword to full length and wrapped it around Voldo's neck. She hauled him back to her and jammed her heel in his back while tugging on his neck with the weapon.
"SCREAM, YOU DOG!" Ivy said.
Voldo had never been happier...
(Author's Note: It's Voldo and Ivy, people; I couldn't have made this one tasteful if I tried. So I didn't.)
After many grueling battles, Voldo finally caught up with Ivy in Venice.
"You!" the tall, platinum-blonde woman spat, recognizing him instantly. "What are you doing here?"
Voldo had no answer. He was, after all, mute. In fact, being deaf and blind as well, he didn't even hear the question.
But Voldo did have an uncanny sixth sense that more than made up for his lost sense of sight and hearing. This sense described the world around him in great detail. It was like having a sense of touch that extended many meters beyond his skin and could even detect differences in light.
He could also detect physiological changes in the enemies he faced, so he knew that unless he could explain himself somehow, this encounter with Ivy could go badly. He'd gone through a lot to encounter her again, and he wasn't going to miss his opportunity this time!
It started back in the Money Pit. The Ivy woman had just fled his defense of Master Vercci's vault. Yet he'd strangely taken no joy in the victory. Was it because she yet lived? Or was it something else?
His master's voice had come to him, then, urging Voldo to chase her because she bore the scent, no, the very aura of the Soul Edge he had sought for so long. Voldo had been ashamed for not noticing and took to the task of pursuing her with verve. Yet his enthusiasm was mixed with something else, which he came to realize had interfered with his perceptions back in the Pit.
She...excited him. Her mode of dress was almost as freaky as his own, and he suspected her libido was as well. After years of dormancy, his own carnal drives were firing up again. He'd had to strap his codpiece on tighter than ever to prevent his getting sidetracked. (See, when you're an amoral, horny bachelor who lives all alone and can contort yourself in unsual ways, well, it's hard to get any work done. Hence, the restraining gear.)
He'd argued bitterly with Vercci for the first time in his life. The ghost mocked Voldo and said it'd never work. But Voldo countered that he had to try; his life had been so barren for so long. Vercci took offense and removed his blessing. This had hurt Voldo terribly, but it also drove him. Life with Ivy was his only hope for joy now.
Now, at last he was again face-to-face with the only woman on Earth made just for him. His pale skin flushed as he knelt before her. He began to serenade her.
"O beauteous rose of England, would that thou wouldst bathe me in thy petals;
And perfume me with thy fragrance. Your scarlet hue matches my hot blood
Which boils for you alone among the many flowers of the garden of Earth."
That's what he wanted to say, anyhow. But all Ivy heard was disgusting heavy breathing.
"Y-you...sick fiend!" the English noblewoman sputtered, flushing even redder. "How dare you leer at me!"
Which wasn't exactly true, as Voldo was blind. But his special sense did enable him to, in a sense, feel up every contour of Ivy's figure. Still, that was no substitute for actual touch. Voldo reached out for Ivy's hand.
"Aagh! You DARE? Get away, you filth!" she raged. With one quick motion, she whipped out her Ivy Blade across Voldo's hand.
Voldo exhaled loudly from the pain, both physical and emotional. But on the heels of that feeling came another: pleasure. He wanted more, and reached for her again. This time she sidestepped and whipped him twice.
He'd lost his master's love, and Ivy denied him hers. But to be beat, whipped and completely dominated by her...well, it would be the next best thing. And where better than here, the City of Water and romance? He turned around.
"You turn your back on me? You think to leave without paying for your disrespect?" Ivy said. "THINK AGAIN!" She extended her whip sword to full length and wrapped it around Voldo's neck. She hauled him back to her and jammed her heel in his back while tugging on his neck with the weapon.
"SCREAM, YOU DOG!" Ivy said.
Voldo had never been happier...
(Author's Note: It's Voldo and Ivy, people; I couldn't have made this one tasteful if I tried. So I didn't.)