The Shadow's Hand Roleplay

[Winter Zombie]

lord_shou: * his eyes snap shut as he stands there ... now reaching into Matthew's fragile mind ... to get the information he wants. Is it possible he will damage Matthew's brain? Sure. Does he care? Not really. So long as he gets what he wants. He is so focused ... he ALMOST makes the rookie mistake of leaving himself open. He has found out ... the hard way ... that when you are to focused upon one thing around here, another will come up to take a big hunk out of your ass, Case in point, lovely Meau sneaking up on him. Is it her life force he senses? No. Is it the air moving in and out of her lips and nose he detects? Can't. It's the shifting of the mud under her feet that catches his attention. Impossible? Nothing is impossible for a Sith Lord. <C>

ord_shou: * And Darth Shou is one of the baddest you will find. She is still a few steps away when he detects something ... wrong ... a void in the energies of all life right behind him. His eyes narrow, and immidiately the mental probes seeking information in Matthew's mind are destroyed. He has bigger and uglier things to concern himself with. Like ... not becoming dinner, thank you. The 'woman' reaches out for his shoulder, but his knees bend so she grasps the very air. And then he jaunts forward and away from her, moving as fluidly as mercury would. His move stops perhaps 6 feet in front of Meau, and he spins around to face her. His head tilts up a litle as he stares at her from under the shadowed hood. His voice comes forth in an angry hiss as he looks her over <C>
lord_shou: * "You are a beautiful thing, aren't you? So ... dead ... and lovely." he licks his lips slowly, and then his hand is held out at his side. In that hand, an odd looking metallic cylinder, almost 8 inches long. It has all sorts of small glittering jems and buttons and dials along it. A silent warning to accompany the audible one. "Go find someone else to whore with. Or you will find a final death at the hands of this darkness."
meau_lavaer* as her hand grasped air, she didn't care much, her fingers digging into her palm as she breathed... though it was a habit. With more coloured flesh, she could pass as a living easily, yet now.. she just looked like a pale ghost, obviously a vampire or some dead thing. Deep rich eyes flinched at the sith lord, untouched by his insult for it wasn't true. Her right hand still remained outstretched in the air with air grasped where his shoulder was, staring... desperate, and hungry, hssing back. "One... bite. Just... one... grant me one bite."

Benign_Winter: Twilight dust settles upon the night from diamond twinkle stars, the wind blows cold through the waning hours of northern chill. Shadows fall and are fleet of foot, a shroud, masked of Death, a rising curtain that gingerly parts in the midst of nothing. Slowly pulling forward from that dark abyss, the heart of darkness beating a new. Where black light defiles, pale shades and iced hearts that by command unleash the storm that rages within. Raising and forming alive in unlife, til the delights are lost in the agony of birth from the edge of the knife, in the sounds and powers driven from Hell. Blood of the damned invokes the scorned, where dark eyes just content watching in constant observation. The telling of a story written in flesh of chaos and pain, which walks slow and nimble. Rain falls and pelts against robes of the darkest hue, the water pushing down the mane of wild red hair, plastering it to the sides of his pale white features.

lord_shou: * a wide smirk graces his lips as she speaks, as she desperately begs him for a taste. His head then bows down, still tilted a little and that smirk upon his lips. She isn't a vampire ... they 'feel' different ... something he has learned from his multiple battles with them. Wretched creatures. She's not a zombie ... not the run of the mill kind at least. But that doesn't matter. Her intentions towards him, they are very evident. He can feel her desperation, her frustration. How delicious! "A taste ..." he chuckles lowly as he stares at her, and then his gloved thumb glides over a tiny switch upon the cylinder he holds. The air is filled with a sudden and angry sounding snap hiss as his weapon comes to life. <C>
lord_shou: * A thin blade of crimson red explodes from the hilt he holds, the blade perhaps 5 or so feet long. It gives off an eery humming sound, one that is unique to this type of weapon. It pierces the darkness like a beacon. With each rain drop that hits the glowing blade, a small 'hiss' is heard as it is evaporated instantly. He goes into a short spin to bring the distance between them to perhaps just 7 or so feet, and he now holds his weapon between them, angled up, his feet about shoulder length apart. The classic 'Kelterek'dul' stance. But you probably already knew that, didn't you? <C>
lord_shou: * The energies of life all around the whole of this world is twisted and tainted as they pass through his body, an aura of nothing but darkness seeming to just ripple off of him as he focuses himself. ASs he focuses upon his anger, his hatred of this ... woman ... before him. How could he hate a thing he has just come across? Well he doesn't exactly look like the social type, does he? As he focuses upon his emotions ... he begins to grow stronger. Faster. More perceptive of the world around him. More aware of the Force itself. Such is the nature of the Sith teachings. "Come. Take a bite. You will find the taste most displeasing." He says with a wide and almost ... well maniacal grin upon his lips under that hood.

[Benign Winter]

Benign_Winter: The forest at night, in the middle of a rain storm? Now how much more did he really have to go through in order to find something of a peculiar nature? From one place to another, always dragging behind. Moving forwards, brushing the trunk of the tree from which its shadow he had seemed to disengage from, the bark was rough and worn beneath slender elegant digits wrapped in tight leather, that sighed with relief with every gesture. Pale eyes, pupils that seemed of a silver appearance floating in a sea of milky white, odd in their depths, unexplored fathoms flowing forward in the sense of illumination that cut through and brightened the night as if it were day. Shades of black and white crawled through, shot through with hints of gray, this is how the world is seen through the eyes of those with the gift of dark vision.

meau_lavaer* raindrops continued to fall from the sky like sad tears through the grey clouds, the night sky barely seen as the forest continued to stay deathly dark. Too dark for her to see, but it didn't matter. slender pale fingers untensed within her palm as arm fell back to her side after remaining hovered before her, each body covered with the rain as she continued to glow in the deathly vibrance of ivory and pearl, too pale and too bright on any eyes that would land upon her. It was the second step of decay. Tissues and organs within her were already shriveling and drying out, yet only internally was it noticable. Survival.. existance... that is what she craved. Upper lip snarled at him as he taunted her... taking a step forward but stopping abruptly as she felt shadows rip apart and become <c>
meau_lavaer* commanded. something almost omni-potent traveled through the force [Benign Winter] making her whole body twitch once in anxiousness... speculating, analyzing... but it wasn't necromantic. The bitter taste of the shadows covered her lips, licking them slowly with an animalistic growl before attention returns to Shou who was in a fighting position, 'powering' up. She was weaponless, fragile, and yet he seemed ready for a fight. dripping eyebrows rose a bit in confusment, now virtually panting as fingers drove themselves into her palm once more, what little blood she had in her leaked down... a brown colour as all its nutrients had already been used up, barely flowing. Eyes looked Shou over once more before hissing, unimpressed.

Benign_Winter: Oh there was necromantic properties within the black beating heart that pumped the ravenous hunger through his sadistic veins. True enough he had never studied too hard during his internship within the Virage, but it was there, a small malnourished seed within the recesses of his mind. Unknown was the awareness that his untimely presence had been felt when the shadows had spat him forth, too preoccupied with whatever reason should he be concerned with these particular surroundings as he makes the ffort to adjust himself accordingly. From beneath the hem of the swishing robes, a crawling bulge moved this way and that, as if something was wrapped about his left leg, slowly climbing higher and higher, until its slithered caress scaled around his waist, up his chest and travelled down his arm and poked a serpent-like head from the dangling loose sleeve. A silent hiss and a flickering of a forked tongue, it crawled outward and came to wrap about his neck in a light embrace.

lord_shou: * he keeps that same arrogant smirk upon his lips as he watches the ... woman ... or whatever you would classify her as. If she were not so ... well needy ... she would be a magnificent addition to his little empire. But as it is ... he is just sickened by her. By her actions ... by what she wants of him. Could Shou be a nice guy and help her out? Have you MET Shou? Have you been watching the RP? Come on. "You are obviously in pain, subhuman." He speaks in a soft and angry tone, his voice barely restrained. "I won't let you feed this night, parasite." <C>
lord_shou: * He is in sudden motion, a burst of black suddenly moving towards her. Despite the fact the ground is muddy and unstable, he does seem to move extremely well, doesn't he? It takes him perhaps only a moment or two to draw into her range, moving to her side as he stares at her through wide eyes. He growls animalisticly as he swings that wicked blade upwards with a loud humming sound. Obviously, he intends to sever her arms at the elbows, both at the same time. "How DARE you!?" He screams as he acts, his heart now pounding fit to burst, his blood rushing. He doesn't stop completely though at her side. He is still sliding a little, discreetly. Given how fast he was suddenly moving and the ground and all.

meau_lavaer* her head cocked to the sides, just staring as he spoke. he wouldn't let her feed? she needed to feed... it was an obsessive compulsion. It was fuel. Even the dead being took some pride in angering the man with such little movements or words, her growling ripping in her throat as he approached. She couldn't force him to feed her, nor could she tear a limb or steal a mouthful. He was too strong for that. Pulses of necromancy suddenly erupted from her as what energy she did have left was used as caution, the women moving with an unnatural grace despite her bare feet being her only grip, a furtive quickness - though not as fast as his own - was executed, capering back from the blade as she hissed again at him, the blade swinging downwards on air. "Your flesh isn't worth my death."

[Benign Winter]

Benign_Winter: To one side, there is always two sides to everything, there was nothing of interest in the immediate area. Yet on the other hand, weighing the options that were left available, and the keen sense of detection, his ears twitching with what sounded as if...oh if only the night were not so decietful? The sound of a blade, a weapon cutting through what seemed to be empty space. This unique sound rsonated within the inner chambers of his preternatural senses, having trained both night and day within the clutches of the Virage Academy. Weapons were his knowledge, his trade, which was coupled with the sounds of shouting, angry voices..." Oh what fun," he says to himself, his breath cold and clammy against his pale lips. Perhaps there was something of interest after all, this notion crossed his mind, and he takes the necessary steps in making a slight detour that would bring him towards the edge of action.

lord_shou: * a loud and cackling laughter rips through the air as she avoids the first strike. If he's so big and bad, how did he miss? Perhaps he is just testing the waters. From the downward angle of his blade where he started the swing (Gedan No Kamae en-guarde stance) he moves so his blade is now held over his head with both hands. As if he could strike downwards at any instant (Jodan No Kamae), and there he stands, glaring at her from under his hood. "Isn't it?" he says with a wide grin. He takes a step towards her, still hodling his blade over his head in a menacing posture as he speaks. "I suggest you run. Or my next strike will not miss." <C>
lord_shou: * He stops then as he stares at her angrily, his weapon held in the upper guard position. Quite odd a thing for him, not to be conducting a second attack. He should be non stop attacking her. Dicing her until she is nothing. But he holds himself. The blade of his weapon glows a brilliant blood red as he holds it over his head, as if declaring himself towards her. He holds his feet about shoulder length apart, most of his weight on his rear most foot. The dark energies around his form, they continue to swirl and tremor as he manipulates them. As if the darkness of his being grows moreso as he becomes more angry, as this little interaction continues.

meau_lavaer* eyes never lost focus on him, ignorant to anything else in the forest as all her attention was upon the belligerent being before her, weapon raised. She wasn't a fool, she knew her limitations. A fight against him would end her existance, and as wretched as it was, it was her unlife. Being an opportunist helped, or how else could she possible find people to feast on? Shoulders slunked as if she sighed, growl decreasing to a whisper before fading completely. Head leaned from side to side like a shake before turning so her side faced him and walked away. The shriek from the young girl was heard before... perhaps it was promising. but dead flesh wouldn't do... no. she needed another. She breathed again, shuddering as if feeling the cirpsness of the cold for once before ignoring it once more

Benign_Winter: The serpent-like familiar is the first to raise its head in the direction of what seems to be combat. The cliched man in black, including a hood to conceal what could only be the facial features, possibly out of arrogance, or the fact he wasn't born with enough looks to get himself elected Badass of the Month. Deformities were a possibility, but he was moving more towards the angle of trying too hard at playing tall, dark and mysterious with horrible acting skills. The serpent hissed lightly, its tongue licking back and forth as the hand came up, gently stroking its trianglar head. As for the figure in silohoutte himself, the rain coming down, was more interested in what the man ( Lord Shou ) was or had been engaged in competition with. Walking away as it sure looked, what a pity, but not everything turned out better for those who wished to be entertained to death. Yet lingering still, his cold eyes resting upon ( Meau ).

lord_shou: *another low chuckle escapes his lips as Meau does the smart thing. Slowly he relaxes his en-guarde stance, holding his eerily glowing blade before him in the low guard stance. He's almost dissapointed that she didn't try to attack him. He would have liked to see what she was capable of. He is aware of another ... another watching him ... focus upon him ... but so long as the being behaves ... he won't have to kill. <C>
lord_shou: * His head bows down slowly as he stands there in the rain, holding his weapon in both hands. He draws upon the powers of darkness swirling and churning angrily about his slim and musular form, willing his heart to slow. To calm himself. A little. The blade he holds before him draws back into the hilt he holds in his gloved hands, and he stands relaxed now from his stance. He opens his cloak a little, revealing the dark colored tunic under, and he attaches the now deactivated weapon to his belt. He stares in the direction Meau went, hoping she kills something for her meal.

meau_lavaer* didn't walk away far, doe-like steps becoming slower and slower as bare feet squished in the mud, teeth biting down hiding a snarl upon her bottom lip that trembled. Something was straining her movements like being pulled back by the reigns, feeling an intense heat swell around her like a consuming flame threatening to ignite. Legs tensed until they couldn't walk anymore, finally stopping... and it had only brough her twelve meters away from Shou, and possibly a bit farther from the presence that dragged her body down to stubbornly stand still. Head turned, wet tangled strands of black hair shifting out of view as she does so. Even though Winters necromantic pulses were weak, it still was a tease... eyes searching the darkness, but seeing nothing, noticing shouls gaze but ignoring it.

Benign_Winter: Oh-oh-oh what joy was this? The man in black with the glowing blade had looked in his direction? Awww he felt so loved and welcomed? Bah he retorted with a sneer that all but curled his lips into a pursing gesture. His silver pupils focusing on that of ( Lord Shou ), and with a slight shrug of his shoulders beneath the dark robes, he made an oh so innocent smile, lifting his hands in mock gestures, before he made that all but noticed expression of blowing the angry I'm-too-sexy-for-anything-but-black a kiss. Didn't mean he was nowhere interested in men, far from that, he just liked to see others getting riled up like wet hens. Adverting his gaze shortly there after, he was content with the location and following the movements of the woman, which of course, radiated with something otherwordly, far beyond the normal expectations of this realm and its citizens.

lord_shou: * he really didn't take such an interest in the dope watching him. He knew his intentions were innocent enough. In the respect he wouldn't try anything. He seems to smart for that. He glances once more in the direction his almost victim went, and then he looks down to the ground before his boots as he moistens his lips. He turns slwoly, gradually, and once more he begins to walk into the darkness. The rain pitter patters off of his cloak as he moves, his hands now hanging lazily at his sides as he frowns to himself under the hood.

[Benign Winter]

meau_lavaer* Turned more... so now she was facing the direction of shou and winter. Her expression was confused, but interested. Always a deadly combination in the wrong situations. Something else annoyed Shou, not surprising. Some living were just naturally bitter that way. fingers twitched at her sides and cocked her head, awaiting until shou planned to leave the area - which he did, eventually, and moved towards the secret source finding her drawn towards the odd static around the enigma, massive trunks of trees moving out of the way as she nears, an unusual red being seen before the man himself. bright purple eyes stared over him... analyzing, nostrils flared in inspection as the corner of her lip jerked, unsure whether to grin or just remain staring, one word sighing out. "intrigued."

Benign_Winter: Far from anything that could be considered innocent, there was only one reason the sadistic assassin with an extreme case of a leather fetish hadn't, nor seemed to care in the least about doing anything other than what he found to be amusing, was the fact, even though the dark shrouded super villain with the bitching glow-rod seemed fast enough, there was no comparision when it came to those caught between life and death, suspended in undeath...Winter was guilty of arrogance himself, and he was damn proud he found the man ( Lord Shou ) nothing more than an insignificant speck in the universe of Death. Something even the Reaper would scoff and look over in a disregarding manner. The wind came slashing down with driving rain, the robes rippled with a sense of idleness as he caught the now attentive gaze from the woman ( Meau ). " Intrigued?" he repeated, his crafty decieving appearance smiling and retorted with, " Intriguing, appealing, but whatever floats your boat, M'lady."

meau_lavaer* shifted her gaze towards where shou once stood before returning her gaze towards the man which seemed highly unusual, or perhaps his confidence seperated him from so many others. Lips finally decided to grin, complexion pale and obviously dead... or a very unfed vampire. "You missed the show. Shame you only caught the end of it..." smirked as she listened, unable to hear the screams again, the woman she had heard probably having died. This wasn't good. However, there was someone infront of her. Some mild necromancy... perhaps he wouldn't use it, miss it. Maybe he didn't want it. Eyes seemed hypnotized, stepping towards him, uncaring of rejection for all she was concerned of was acceptance. Like a ghostly hand, her right hand lifted, fingers trying to touch the mans neck, a mere touch.

Benign_Winter: Whoa now, he had only caught the tail end of the show? Well damn, he was always missing the good things. Guess he would have to live with that fact, but it seemed the man couldn't take the rejection of being overlooked and well was gone. Too bad so sad, back to dad and beg for forgiveness? He chuckled lightly at himself as the woman was most curious and seemed reluctant to approach. Dead air, yes, the space of a non-existent void, where was he stood in the moments it took for her to spur her arm into motion, he was all but sliding from view, dipping in from behind, the slow caress of his heels as they sunk down into the muddy soil with a squelching wet sound of snapping bones in hideous turture and pain. " Aren't we straight forward," he came to speak with a slow crawl of a silver tongue, his voice was almost too feminine for a male, but then again everything about him was a fabricated lie? Or was it?

meau_lavaer* warm flesh lingered on her fingertips, the touch not long but it was paused in her mind. lingering, her throat salivating causing her to swallow, unnoticing he was behind her until awakening from the dreamish state. To make assumptions about the man would probably be a deadly mistake, so made none. His bussiness was his, but she hoped he'd share. Unturning, she meaving her head to the left so eyes could catch his form, voice almost in a hiss but grin stretched in some hope. "Live in the moment, yes?" forced a breath in and shivered. "How'd you like to help me... you would. You'd love to help me.wouldn't you?" eyebrows raised. Frantic? her? never...

Benign_Winter: Live in the moment eh? Perhaps he did, perhaps he didn't? It was hard to say really. He lived by the nights in which he awakens from his dreamless slumbers, down in the deeper darkness. Moving forward, he slanted his angle towards the left, his feet sliding through the mud, marring the polished surfaces of hsi boots, smuding their crisp reflection. " Love to help you? Oh dear, with whatever could someone such as I come to your aid with?" The next question in his mind, what would be in it for him? And would be worth his while if he should indeed to help her? Well when making money, one had to crack open a few chests, heads here and there to pick clean a contracted target, so what the hell. " Could be fun...so lets here it." His voice, he seemed rather amused for the time being, as he waits patiently for the Living-Dead-Girl to lay it out the situation.

meau_lavaer* beautiful. an opportunity rose, if he didn't take it, what then? make him? oh god no, he found this amusing and it was to her benifit, turning to face him with hungry eyes. Most women had the hunger for something specific, but it was obvious she craved something more on a need bases then that of something pleasurable. With even the slightest energy of necromantic substance around him, he would feel it tugged towards her as she tried to breath it in... Her left hand rising again but this time to raise a finger hovered her her lips, wanting to keep his attention, not wanting him gone... "Let me have this... " inhaled again, the dead energy of his, though small, would continue to be tugged. "Feeling generous?" eyes widened a bit in anticipation, leaning forwards.

Benign_Winter: There was a peculiar feeling resonating in the back of his mind, like a small subtle nudge, a sensation of something or someone rummaging around in the almost discarded piles of worthless information, useless knowledge he had accumulated over the years of his existence. However, as his eyes were slowly lingering towards the destination of her lips, which was hardly an effect which would subdue him, not ever, but was curious enough to play a little longer. " A pound of flesh? A pint of blood? No wait...thirty pieces of silver to pay the Devil his dues?" Seemingly she was interested in something, that of his necromantic properties, which as small as it was wouldn't be missed, but so far was the roots spreading, it would be highly unlikely that he would forget all about it. For it was instilled in his very blood, passed down from one generation to the next.

meau_lavaer* eyelids blinked at him. no one was this casual... she shouldn't even ask. she should just go off and attack some wanederer... perhaps it would be easier. she growled quietly at the thoughts, vision turning vacant until refocusing on him, finger lowering. "I can leech it if you allow me to have it. It will rejuvinate, it is more pure then consumption" her voice was dull, almost boring... too serious. It should have taken this long. nostrils flared, waiting that for that energy she constantly tugged at to be released if he knew how. he wasn't a necromancer, but it would do. Just one simple mental command...

Benign_Winter: Leech it? Rejuvenate? For the moment he was at a loos for words, but his quick skills at reducing the subject down, assuming his mind was as sharp as he proclaimed it to be..he was left with rather one obvious, morbidly disturbing, but very erotic deduction. " Hmmm whatever happen to the days when it was required to have a kiss on the first date? Don't get me wrong biting as its turn-ons," he seemed to drone on in this unfamiliar casual manner. " Ah who am I kidding...sure go ahead, but my momma isn't going to like it if I come home with a hickey." If she wanted it, it was now her's. His permission had been granted, and just to make sure he was on his best and most decent behavior...he would take the time to reach back around, lacing his fingers together and placing his hands in the small of his back. He was kind of notorious for randomly groping now and then.

[Benign Winter]

meau_lavaer* eyebrows rose at his actions and play on words, his casualness was absolutely fascinating and rarely seen, but a time for admiration would come later, or never. She now had two options... to leech the energy from him as she had said, or perhaps take advantage of his misinterpretation of her words and actually take a few bites. An opportunist, now and forever. Perhaps she could have both? A silent step brought her towards him, exhaling the lifeless air onto against his collarbone as right hand rose to grip his upper arm, fingers would knead themselves into the meaty muscle as mouth hovers over his clavicle, an animalistic growl of some sadistic wanting tickled her ears. Mouth finally parted and snapped forwards to grab at the muscle above his left collarbone to tear into.

Benign_Winter: " I like blood and butter. I like toast and brains. I like ice cold - ahem -. But I sure do love my hand." More duely noted, his notorious nature for groping at random intervals, especially when a woman such as the now dubbed Living-Dead-Girl, still unsure of her actual name, was his tongue for spitting out random comments, songs and dance. Such a freak, twisted and pyschotic in every which way imagined. He had been grabbed, and now as he was bitten, the robe parting enough to give her exposure to the clavicle, without revealing his unimaginary attire. The pain was oh so real and kind of kinky. " Bite me baby one more time," he groaned. Yes, Winter was just as derranged as they came. Suffering from many delusional bouts and fits, but quite excellent, serving him well in that all too inconspicuous manner in which the dreaded assassin held himself in an unwavering composure.

meau_lavaer* even she couldn't understand how someone could take satisfaction of gnawing teeth sawing their way inside someone. her jaws grinded and thrusted against the wound, taking mouthfuls as tongue as scooping any liquid she could gather as her other hand would rise to wrap around her opposite shoulder, the fingers of her right hand prying into his arm with a handful of muscle. Squishy sounds and a vibrated growls flowed from the wound, trying to ignore the groan and odd comments. At the same time, nostrils flared in the necromantic energy that was free for the taking, leeching off of it as visibly her skin more of a gentle white then a vibrant shade.

Benign_Winter: A painted canvas on flesh of pain and chaos, the white wash of torment, the teeth that had sunk in, taking hold and ripping out a strip of pale smooth skin. The feel of his blood pushing outward was exhilerating, the gnawing saw like motion of her teeth, the increase pressure of her fingertips straining down, revealing tension upon the hard flexable muscles that were as tight as steel chords. Though it was kind of ackward, the Living-Dead-Girl was literally eating his flesh...normally it was the other way around, with not so much divine detail for him...he eating the woman after a round of hint-hint-nudge-nudge. But that was beside the point. This was a new experience, one for the books. Who knows, maybe something to add to the list of his peculiar and morbid fascination later on down the line. Cannibalistic aggression? Nope not flashy enough..Indecent cannibal exposure? Ah screw it.

meau_lavaer* usually she should continued for more minutes, perhaps feed on the tendents of the shoulder or daringly venture to the arm itself... yet she was getting full. His necromantic energy he allowed her to breath in was like a triple mouthful of muscle chokes back. Upper jaw ran itself along bone, rubbing as tongue kitten-ishly licked at the draining blood like spilt milk on the table, soft purr included. eyelids fluttered as eyes seemed vibrant and aware, her flesh gaining colour to a pinkish peach, her neck forcing itself back and away from the wound in ecstasy, everything she consumed looking like an immidiate effect... though it would take a few days of feeding to repair the shriveled organs. She seemed intoxicated... blood dripping from her chin as she regains herself.. well.. tries.

Benign_Winter: The so enrapturing bliss, the explicit scene, violent contents and restricted for some viewers ulness accompanied by an adult was now so soon coming to its ultimate climax. How sad, he could have gone on forever, but alas, she seemed to have reached her fill. Shaking himself out of the encompassing daze, the pain was now fading, becoming a fleeting memory into the past, and to bring such pleasure back as she pulled away, the grim and gruesome discovery of the gaping hole with dripping blood down his well formed chest beneath the layered folds of the dark robe, did he come to stick his leather gloved finger straight into it. " Owww quit it," he said and chuckled to himself as he rammed his digit right back in coating the leather with sticky scarlet splashes. " Does this mean we're engaged, going steady? One night stand...dun be gentle I can take the rejection, but momma, it will break her heart. Oops too late."

meau_lavaer* another shiver traveled through her, fingers still clutching his arm tightly.... the awareness of events taking effect while back to reality, the depish purple that filled her pupils had converted to a effullgent lavender. Sweat and salt replaced any smell of decay - some person went through a lot of trouble to construct her. Understanding the joke, she laughed like innocent bells, releasing his arm upon realizing she still held it while taking a step back and sliding her finger around her lips and face which were bloody beneath her nose like a mask... "Mmmm... one night stand. Though you were good. I'll be tasting you for days..." even her voice sounded more awaken, finally brushing her arm over her face and getting the majority of blood off. "You saved me.. much.. much trouble."

Benign_Winter: So it was one of those moments with a slam-bam-wham-thank-you-maam, no play no bounce, thank you come again, one night only sunday-sunday-sunday, blue light special sale going on now for a limited time offer? Some people may have not been able to live with that, then again Winter wasn't just some people, he was no one, a shadow without a trace. He was overjoyed, esstatic and easy going about the whole situation...true that it be momma would be devastated and heart broken ( as if he really had ) he hadn't brought her home to meet such a fine to kill for corpse as herself. But you win some, you lose some. " One night stand...hmmm well okay I can live with that," he said with a sadistic smile that could freeze the blood in any normal being of average moderation. " Much oblieged, though I must say it was different, exciting, invigorating for some."

meau_lavaer* shook her head as her smile shined brightly on her bloody lips. "Invigorating, exciting?.... and here i thought I hogged all the fun." winked jokingly, moving a bit towards him again but only to poke a finger at the wound... "Seek me out if you want a rush then.... I could use the feeding. Though you must excuse me, I should leave before the bill arrives." moved her hand back... looking him over again to remember, for she rarely saw the same person twice. some seriousness in her eyes... gratefulness, thankfulness, and all of which made people do foolish things. Not tonight. "I'm curious how the rest of you tastes... aah, guess I'll never know." gave the arm a long pat then forced her hand back, looking up at him for a responce as she was slowly walking to his side and around the tall man.

Benign_Winter: This round had been on the House. Free of charge, since the small amount of pain was enough of a price than any for the time being. But of course all the fun had been in her particular favor, which was for now, alright. Now she was leaving, pity really, but when you have to go, you have to go. " Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now," he said with a cunning smile. He wouldn't try and stop her but perhaps, just maybe he might seek her out in a future date from now. Get a little taste of his own? Let her have a little bit more? Who knows, get him drunk enough anything is possible. " So all in all, it wasn't a total loss," he said to himself, reaching up and gently petting his familiar that was draped lazily around his lean shoulders. Turning his head, he did ast his gaze back over his ahoulder towards the woman. " Until next time, Living-Dead-Girl."

( The end )