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Post by cherry on Jun 17, 2008 11:23:58 GMT -5
The scent of recently upturned earth and damp rain clouds just tinged the edges of the man's sharp senses; overpowering them both was the coppery taste of blood that still coated Adair's tongue, and the hazy afterglow of amazing sex, leaving him in a world of sleepy and content ecstasy. The remains of the meal were left in the bedroom of a small house on some insignificant little side street, and though Adair had originally made the solemn promise to stay with the man until morning, he had fled once the exciting part of the night was over.
After all, there was nothing fun about waiting the night out beside a cold, bloodless corpse.
Heavy eyelids lay, only half-opened, over misty blue-grey orbs that scanned the quiet cemetary over with nothing more than a casual interest. Within a few days, that man would most likely be here among them, but Adair couldn't even begin to remember the name of his prey. And really, it didn't matter anyway. No one would miss him, if Adair was lucky, and even if he was discovered, there would be no way to link the death back to him. They didn't know each other, they had just met that night. He allowed his eyes to close fully, tossing his head back, his golden locks falling away from his face and allowing it to be bathed completely in the moonlight. It was these nights that he loved the best, the ones when his tummy was full and he was at peace-- or, at least, as close to peace as a dead man could possibly be, without being buried in the ground.
Lazily, his eyes slid open once more, returning to their usual round, wide state and ridding himself of the seductive quality he had possessed before, in favor of a much more innocent and childlike face. And this look was thoroughly frightening on a man whose lips were still stained with delicious, crimson blood. His tongue flicked out of his mouth quickly, cleaning off the metallic, shimmering substance in silence as he continued to watch the moon with a curious expression.
He was cold-- he would have liked to bathe in the warmth of the sun, just for a little while, but at the same time, there was no way that he'd give up the life of a vampire. He had come to adore the taste of blood, the mystical feeling that the moon seemed to give him, and, of course, the abundance of prey.
ooc;; Argh. That was terrible >.< If anyone wants to join, go ahead-- Adair is bored...
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Post by Jutendouji on Jun 17, 2008 11:54:06 GMT -5
She was running, through the thick wood, the glower of the shrine glinting in her eyes as she neared it, the trees were black, unfocused shapes, her attention was lost on them. So were the bushes and the parts of the floor that were paved directly in front of her. That path was all that mattered, so it was detailed, with both memory and imagination. The slight tease of a sweet scent made her pause in the abundance of black silloetts. Byakko stirred with a grumble, curled up with the few dogs that didn’t mind the stench of age and death, the few that had lingered to rest. They were all curled up tightly in the far corner of an open casket, the door had been reduced to rubble a couple of nights before; Byakko’s doing of course. The dogs stirred too, one had been awake for a while… She cast it a glance, her hair spilling over her shoulder as she propped herself up with a hand, using the other to rub her cheek free of the itchy prickles that plagued it.
She sat up properly, a little dazed and languid, eyes half lidded…despite how they seemed, they weren’t really seeing anything. Her brain…as undeveloped as it was was still more then half asleep. She shifted onto her knees, black fabric sprawled on the cold floor, not guarding her skin from the spiteful bite the old stone gave. She grumbled at it and passed a feline yawn, leaving a single eyes open to observe the dogs as they grudgingly moved… less awake then she was. A large dark brown male growled in the entrance, his sharp eyes glittering out toward the scent of the intruder, a quiver filtered through his fur and made it stand on end, his stance was rigid too…and he didn’t cease growling until Byakko walked over to the door curiously.
That sweet scent… she was drawn to it, still not entirely awake. She drew her claws up the dogs neck and stepped out, feeling the beast shiver pleasantly under the touch. Silent footsteps wandered slowly, having seen him…she moved her approach and came from behind. A sharply curled claw pushed into his back, with not enough pressure to wound…just yet. She tilted her head to the side, resting it sleepily against his back. Byakko really did have no restrain…no fear either, she parted her lips…ignoring the yawn that tried to come out again. Another scent hit her, while she was this close, sending a smirk across her lips… The thick, sickly scent of sex… an alluring thing and here he was wearing it like perfume.
”You smell like blood… Willing to share?” Her voice was a low purr, like a haunting whisper, still half asleep though…it was little more then a shadow of what it usually was. Hues of umber and crystalline blue flashed at him, small pupils glittering with a slumbering maliciousness. A thick horrid growl cut through the air next to her, she turned her head to look, straight jet hair sweeping over her delicate yet feral looking face. “Ah…” The large male had followed and it wasn’t happy with the presence of the Vampire…at all. Ivory fangs were bared, it’s chest puffed out, fur standing rigid, murder in it’s eyes, sharp pointed ears pinned back on its cranium.
”I wouldn’t make any sudden movements if I were you”
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Post by cherry on Jun 17, 2008 12:14:11 GMT -5
The woman's prescence, and her admittedly pleasant touch, gave Adair goosebumps. He hadn't looked at her yet, but she seemed interesting. The soft, alluring feel of a woman, coupled with something cold and dark and feral. Adair hadn't come in contact with a creature like himself in some time, and as he took a moment to ponder his options, a tiny smirk came to his fanged mouth-- he loved humans, loved the taste of their lips and of their blood, loved the mingling expressions of lust and fear; and yet, he was reminded by that certain animalistic, rough something in the girl's voice that it was vampires who gave the best, and the bloodiest, kisses.
"Anything for a fellow creature of the night, dollface..." Adair's voice was soft and deep, thick with emotion, and somehow sickeningly sweet and sugar-coated. His unusual orbs closed again, just briefly, as his fangs dug into his tongue, drawing a fresh, warm flood of crimson that filled his mouth and tinged his shapely lips. He turned his head just slightly, no hint of fear inhabiting his eyes at the sight of the angry dog.
"What a charming pair you two make." He said, almost taunting, slowly turning to face the girl fully. A thin stream of blood had escaped the corner of his lips, both that of the human and also his own, and the maroon river trickled slowly down his chin before dripping from his skin onto the grass.
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Post by Jutendouji on Jun 17, 2008 12:41:18 GMT -5
”Eh? Dollface?” She wouldn’t have called him up on it normally; she wasn’t qualified to moan about pet names, she gave them out often enough. Her orbs surveyed his face as he turned round, watching the golden curls flutter across his shoulders, she lifted a slender hand to her face, letting her own cold fingers help with waking up a part of her mind… to no avail though, it was in fact the scent of new blood that made her attention snap and her still sleeping body into rousing. Small pupils retracted with her ‘waking’ she eyed him carefully. Still not totally up for interesting conversation…but when was she ever?
"What a charming pair you two make."
Byakko brushed some hair from her petite face, smirking, already? Banter? Hahaha! He certainly looked promising. She sent her two bi-coloured optics up and down his form, surveying him with little discretion before she half laughed, her fangs poking out from under her top lip. She ran a tongue across them and let loose a purr. A slender hand curled round his jaw line, pulling his face to her level, licking away the blood with a low, thunderous growl…there was no way she could have ignored that. She suspected he might have been aware of the fact… Perhaps he liked to play games too? “Awww. Want to borrow him?” She retorted, whispering into his ear with a chilling breath, pulling back after to exchange glances with the canine. ”I’d offer myself, only I wouldn’t want to break you…” Her optics glittered to mimic his taunt.
He shouldn’t speak like that; only humans would get drunk off that kind of voice, full of emotion… sweet and sounding nicer then it was intended. It was a twist; instead of blatantly lying… one disguised their voice. With such a tool…one could say the most horrible thing…and acquire a moan of pleasure from some drooling mortal.
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Post by cherry on Jun 17, 2008 13:05:27 GMT -5
Adair only chuckled slightly as the woman seemed to reject the pet name that he had bestowed upon her. "Don't like it?" He asked innocently. "I don't remember names well. Even if you tell me what yours is, I'll never be able to recall it later." And this was the truth; Adair could remember the names of a few insignificant childhood friends, the names of his parents, and the name of his sister, but he barely even tried when it came to other people. Everyone else simply received a pet name.
Even the woman's eyes managed to give him chills, a reaction that he was sure she only ever received from humans. He wasn't so stony and cold that he was void of emotion or reaction; she interested and vaguely frightened him, and he made these things known in his silvery optics.
An icy hand clutched Adair's jaw, and suddenly he felt himself pulled downwards a few inches, bringing him to the woman's eye level as she lapped away the blood that tinged his skin. As she offered to let him 'borrow' the mutt - he wasn't entirely sure what borrowing him might constitute - he emitted a low, throaty chuckle, "I'm flattered by such a generous offer, but I must decline." He stood back up straight, prying his chin from her cold fingers and laughing quietly again, making no attempt to muffle the quiet sound. "Break me? I doubt it, love. I think I'm stronger than you're giving me credit for." Soulful blue eyes narrowed just slightly as Adair bared his fangs in a sick, vicious smile. "And what makes you think I'd take you, anyway?" He teased.
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Post by Jutendouji on Jun 17, 2008 13:32:22 GMT -5
“Why would I tell you what my name is?” She asked, quirking a brow at him, tilting her head to the side once again, silken hair spilling in front of her shoulder once again. She only told if she was asked…and even then she might tell a lie, or twist the answer a little. She’d never offered her name of her own free-will… Byakko believed that a name was a very human thing, the dogs didn’t have names…but she could tell the difference by scent, looks and demeanour. “You get attached awful quick, ne?” She half scoffed, lifting a hand to hide her lips as she silenced a laugh, fangs scraping against the her plush lower lip.
”Glad you felt the need to let me know though…” She mused, waving a hind in the air as if to dismiss something, smirking again, letting her lush umber hue swallow him up as the coloured deepened, becoming a vibrant crimson with dark swirls near the small pupil. A curious man, but she was amused by him…certainly. Her eyes were locked on him relentlessly…never leaving for very long, and if they did it was only for effect or to still the glowering hound.
Byakko watched the smile, eyes following the contours of his fangs, the sweet scent of blood taking her again. The vampiress’s eyes flickered to his face, before she closed her own away, elegant slanted eyes becoming especially feline when she did that. “Hmm. Because you’re still talking and not declining” She purred it at him, lowly, prowling round him in a small circle, letting a single claw run round his waist dangerously as she completed a full circle. “Besides, it’s not all your decision.” She stopped in front of him again, claw settled on the center of his chest, scraping sharply over the material, plagued with so many spine chilling intentions.
”But if you’re going to be stubborn…” She shrugged her small shoulders and turned round suddenly, a flurry of black fabrics calling out with the movement, she cast an eye to the male dog, watching him relax slightly now that she’d turned away from the man. Possessive creature…
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Post by cherry on Jun 17, 2008 13:52:51 GMT -5
"I never asked. And as we most likely won't meet again, I don't suppose we need to exchange names." Adair said simply as the woman turned away, his cloudy eyes studying her feet as she spun around, before the two pale optics made their way up her slim legs, across the curve of her lower back and then into the silky-looking locks of pure ebony hair. The feeling of her claws lingered with him, his skin prickling slightly uncomfortably in all the places that they had touched.
"Oh? It's not all my decision?" Adair repeated, tone rising slightly into a melodious interpretation of surprise. "If I want something, I take it. If I don't want it, I discard it without a second thought." His arm lifted, a pale hand extracting itself from too-long sleeves, bony fingers fastening themselves around the vampiress' thin wrist. "But somehow, miss, I don't think I could leave you without a second thought. I'd be thinking of you all night. You're something else, has anyone ever told you that?" The honeyed tone had not quite disappeared from his deep, rich voice, but his words were now laden with something closer to a growl, as if he were daring the woman to try to leave. His dreamy orbs, the ones that he had used so often to seduce and tempt silly humans, the ones that were so deft at playing sweet and flattering little mind games, were now sharp, focused and alert. "You obviously approached me for a reason. What is it?"
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Post by Jutendouji on Jun 17, 2008 14:25:23 GMT -5
The dog barked viciously at the contact, snarling, stepping forward to tare off the hand that touched her skin. Byakko half turned her head, a the hue of delicious crimson umber smouldering like a plate of precarious embers. Her pupil moved down to where his hand curled round her wrist, she lifted her hand, his coming with it and examined the hold, slowly… almost teasingly, letting her eyes settle finally on his own. She made to move to tare the connection, intrigued. A shiver flickered through her body…slight, but it was definitely there, his voice was much better when he wasn’t pretending. She lifted her free hand to her lips, tapping the plump flesh with a claw, as if in sudden thought, observing him…letting him stew in his own question for a long shuddering moment.
”You're something else, has anyone ever told you that?"
People had told her things along those lines… most ending in some sort of abusive name, or a connection to some shadow lingering beat that dragged its belly across the floor. A primeval smirk moved across her lips, behind the sharp nails at were rested there absently. This stupid man had commanded her attention… she had to commend him on that. Byakko moved onto what he had said before that, ignoring the curious way he’d decided to put her wild attributes. “Miss? Aww what happened to my pet name?” She purred, pouting slightly, tilting her head to the side, letting the silken tresses drape over their arms, like a weightless soft blanket. He still had hold of her wrist…the connection now hidden by the straight ends of her hair. How long had it been? She couldn’t recall the last time she’d been touched without then being made to bleed.
A reason? The Vampiress didn’t really have one. “You woke me up” She said, closing her eyes, “Walking into the cemetery covered in such delicious scents…” Byakko paused a moment, as if to take them in again. Smirking slightly. “ I definitely had to come see...”
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Post by cherry on Jun 17, 2008 14:43:36 GMT -5
Adair just barely looked at the dog, no hint of a smile coming to his lips this time as his eyes locked with those of the canine. This time, he bared his teeth in a manner similar to that of the mutt, emitting a low, hoarse growl ending in a slightly feline hiss. The stray was being almost heart-warmingly loyal to his master, but Adair wouldn't stand for the angry barking. If he wanted to speak to the woman, he would, and the dog tried to stop him, he most certainly would not be successful.
As she spoke again, Adair glanced back at her, first simply allowing his eyes to dart to the side, locking with hers, before turning his whole head to face her, angelic face no longer with a smile gracing it, though there was still something like amusement in his eyes. "I was under the impression that you didn't like my pet names, dollface." He replied, another droplet of blood spilling forth from his sensual lips. Though his manner was still rather friendly, and he didn't seem as though he meant to hurt the vampiress, his grip was still tight on her arm, his long, glassy fingernails digging lightly into her skin, though not enough to draw blood.
As suddenly as his smile had disappeared, it resurfaced, an annoying and almost mocking expression that made his eyes glimmer with the expression. "The blood scent, you mean?" He purred, licking his lips, coating them once again in blood.
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Post by Jutendouji on Jun 17, 2008 15:14:59 GMT -5
The dog seemed at a loss, its low growl got louder, but its fangs faltered and were covered by its black lips, the thick detailed crease on its muzzle thinning too. It’s legs tensed and it lowered its front, getting ready to jump for him. It was a matter of pride now, it didn’t want to look any less of a creature in front of its Byakko. It’s claws scraped the earth several times in preparation, thick growls suddenly stopping as Byakko cast it’s a glance that looked oddly meaningless; It was gifted to prove that she was alright, stupid mutt.
”It’s better then being dubbed ‘Miss’, Hotshot.” She half scoffed, ‘Miss’ was not only a totally human term but it also indicated that she affiliated with them, or had relationships with them… Che. The thought made her want to grimace, she kept a straight face though, brow furrowing slightly at the mental suggestion. Byakko eyed the drop of blood with a suddenly amused look, laughing behind the same silencing hand, her other one still held firmly in his grip. She wondered absently why he hadn’t let her go…but then she was captured by a question for herself, why hadn’t she pulled away? Slender fingers were settled on her tan, golden tainted, flawless silken skin, the nails pressing against the seemingly unmarked surface. She shivered again, letting her tongue cascade across the dangerous tips of her devilishly curved fangs.
”That too” She mused, smirking lightly, experimentally tugging the arm he held, to see if he’d let go. Byakko watched the expression and scowled lightly, the purr of his voice casting her eyes into a wild flare. She laughed, not bothering to silence the noise this time, it was a sickeningly sweet noise, much like how he’d talked earlier…after dipping his voice in glazed honey. The perfect bait for delectably flavoured humans. ” Hahaha!!” She flashed her ivory fangs at him, which glittered wildly in the moonlight as if to mimic her laughter, her eyes turned predatory as two fingers slid themselves across his jaw line, nails scraping pleasurably across the skin. “I’m the last person you should tease… Silly Brute…” She half growled; half purred, fangs flashing hungrily at him… As she tilted her head, drawing the claws down his neck and to his chest, watching them, Her eyes flicking back to his face with a dangerous glitter.
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Post by cherry on Jun 18, 2008 6:22:59 GMT -5
Adair gazed at the woman beneath slightly lowered lids, an amused smile taking form on his soft, bloody lips. "Hotshot, am I? You amuse me to no end, dollface." He purred in that honeyed voice, the smooth and sensual growl that could make a human female melt into a warm pile of goo in his hands. He had the suspicion, however, that this wouldn't work on the vampiress. "What about your real name? So that I might... look you up again sometime?" It was made unclear as to whether Adair was joking or not; his voice held a slightly mocking tone, but his eyes were cast over with a dreamy, far-away expression, as if he had lost himself in the woman's intense umber and sapphire optics.
The vampire blinked once before speaking again. "Ah, so there was something else?" He inquired, misty eyes glancing down idly at the claws that scraped lightly over his jaw, leaving a pleasant burning sensation in their wake. He was aware that he carried hundreds of scents he had picked up from his most recent escapades, some less pleasant than others. Most noticably, probably, were the scents of stale blood and, beneath that, the scent of the perfume of every woman that he had preyed on over the past few nights.
"On the contrary, my sweet, I've no intentions of teasing." Adair murmured, meeting the woman's eyes once again. And this time, he surprised himself-- he smiled. A real smile, not a smirk, but the effect was completely ruined as his inhumanly long canines were revealed. "Even a common whore like me can feel lust for a pretty woman." He hinted, the honey in his voice completely gone, leaving a soft but sinister crooning behind. It was unclear, again, as to whether Adair was joking or not, but for effect, he lifted the hand that he clutched to his mouth, politely kissing the back of the vampiress' hand, leaving a bloody lipmark behind as he slowly released his grip, letting her wrist go.
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Post by Jutendouji on Jun 18, 2008 7:08:44 GMT -5
“Ah, but won’t you forget?” She mused, smirking at his inquiry, letting two fingers rest on her cheek in an absently thoughtful manner, optics still attached to him, nothing short of a crimson rain-cloud could tare those pupils away, at this point. They had a lot to watch, carefully…wildly, and it wasn’t a bad view either. Byakko had decided that the tone he used came as a package with the rest of his voice, that sarcastic taunting note tuned almost every word he spoke, sometimes stronger…other times it faded into the background. She tilted her head to the side in thought, closing her eyes for a silent moment, letting the slow weary breeze lap tentatively at the skin on her neck, underneath the thin constantly shifting layer of ebon tresses. ”It’s Byakko.” She drawled eventually, opening a burnt rustic orb to survey him like before. “And don’t worry, I ‘m not hard to run into.”
Byakko could spend ages deciphering the scents that he carried, from this she could guess his line of work even before he said it, adding what she could smell, to how he acted and carried himself. Sex, blood, humans, perfume, wood, fabrics…all manner of intriguing things were attached too him, he wore them like an expensive coat, none though as intriguing as the man himself. In fact…through it all she hadn’t yet been able to tell which scent was his own…it would probably make it difficult to recognise him, when they came across each other again… though, she suspected in this case she could use other means of identify him…if she forgot at all.
Byakko watched the smile, listening him speak again with that thick honey glaze…then it was gone, she moved her head slightly, noticing it straight away, that was a better voice, soft but dark and haunting, a memorable voice…because it stayed with you afterwards, in the multitude of shivers that cascaded down ones spine. “Common, you? Hardly… but, what if that creature you’re lusting after isn’t a woman?” She smirked, watching him kiss the back of her hand, the unmistakable flutter of silken lips making her tense very slightly. She moved the hand away after he was finished, feeling him let go of her wrist. Bi-coloured hues surveyed him again, recalculating…or simply because they were further intrigued, it was hard to tell. Byakko lifted the back of her hand to her mouth, licking away the delicious bloody mark, simply because she knew she wouldn’t be able to ignore it… the scent and the heated tingling that lingered where his lips had been.
”You’re a strange one…” She said, after a moment. Streaking two claws down the Dog’s sloping forehead and across its sharp wolfish muzzle. The canine almost lost it’s footing in a reaction, the tension it had been previously wearing reduced to dust. It let loose a low, defeated grumble and sniffed at Adair before turning round, trotting back toward the open casket. ”Hm … Well, seeing as you lured me out here. What kind of game should we play?” She half grinned, fangs flashing at him, before she looked up, casting her elegant eyes a stark white, like two glowing beacons as the moonlight reflected off them, in a hauntingly primeval manner. “ I don’t think I know anyone who comes through here and isn’t bored.”
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Post by cherry on Jun 18, 2008 8:18:33 GMT -5
"Yes, I very likely will forget." Adair admitted, eyes unblinking, never leaving her face. There were hundreds of women that the vampire had seduced, hundreds that he had fed from, and yet he had never seen one quite so interesting as Byakko. And, truthfully, he had the feeling that he could never hope to meet one who would pique his interest in such a way. His lips parted again, and this time, his voice was a distinctly feline purr: "Ah. Byakko. What a lovely name. Now I can finally address you properly." Slanted eyes narrowed slightly, his expression one of fondness towards the strange woman as he added, "It is common courtesy to share my own name, then. It is Adair." There was no reason to share his last name; after all, he no longer associated himself with his birth family. They had most likely forgotten about him years ago.
Common, you? Hardly...
A small laugh managed to escape Adair's ample lips at this. "Perhaps you are right. Common is not the correct word to describe someone like myself." He tapped a finger to his lips, pretending to be deep in thought. "Cheap." He said at last. "That's a much better word. I'm a very cheap whore. There's hardly a woman, or a man, for that matter, in London that I wouldn't settle for." Still not taking his eyes from the woman, he allowed one pale hand to retreat into his pocket, and when it returned, his palm was filled with coins. He kept them out for just a moment, just long enough to show off, before they were put back into hiding. "Still, as you can see, though I am remarkably cheap, I make my way all right."
Silver orbs trailed from Byakko's face just for a moment, just long enough to watch the formerly growling dog trot away at his mistress' silent command, and then his eyes turned back to burn into the female yet again. "A game?" He mused, an unmistakable glimmer of excitement taking over his expressive orbs. "Well, it appears as if you are the host and I am the guest. Don't you have anything planned for us already?"
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Post by Jutendouji on Jun 18, 2008 10:58:20 GMT -5
”Adair…” She let it roll off her tongue, in the primeval, sweetly haunting tune, she didn’t often use names, but she always liked to let the pronunciation pass through her lips before she disregarded it. It wasn’t often that Byakko even decided to do that… were they still alive after she’d gotten her prize…then she might ask for a name. Manly because the Dogs had taught her that dying without a name was the worst thing. Their ways had become a habit to her, even if she thought the felines that owned the houses made more sense.
“Cheap? Ah, so you like what you play then?” She half laughed when he showed off the shiny little circles in his hands, Byakko knew what they were, but the thought that he still believed they were worth something amused her. Then again she’d never tired to fit in…she was much happier being a monster… Of sorts. Byakko lifted a hand, letting a finger move through the coins as if they were a pool of water. Silly trinkets…she didn’t understand the reasoning behind their worth…and absently hoped she never would. Her eyes followed his movements as he put the things away, hiding them possessively…were they that precious? Who knew. ”What do you buy with them? In order to ‘Make your way’?” She tiled her head, eyes settling on his curiously, amused by the expressions that sat on his handsome face. “I don’t have any,” She took a step forward, half holding out her arms, passing him a twirl, ending it with another devilish smirk. “And here I stand well enough for all to see!” The fabric of her black outfit took a moment to settle, the split ends, that hardly qualified for a drape swinging to a fro silently, it was the same for the stray pieces of ebon lace on the corset curled round her lithe and slender frame.
She put her arms behind her back in a rather innocent manner, the one-sleeved arm being clasped at the wrist by her other arm, which was left open to the moons effervescent glare. “Planned? Never! If I did it wouldn’t be any fun” She flashed her fangs, flicking her hair back to the side with the combined effort of two claws. Byakko prowled around him slowly, silent steps, which made her look like she was floating, the fabric of her outfit has also taken to this predatory slow motion, flickering lazy, like it had been captured under water. ”Well! As the Host, I’m under your command…” She stopped in front of him and took a beautiful bow, placing a slender arm across her chest; hand settling where ones heart should be, mainly for dramatic effect. This was the start of a game… so she didn’t mind not leading. After all it wasn’t that fun to live and play the same role. “Where d’you want to go, what do you want to do? The dawn is the limit!” She flashed him another fantastic fanged grin. Flicking one of the tails of her dress to the side effortlessly, as it seemed to move obediently with the motion of her arm. She reached out a slender arm, curling slender fingers round the lining of his trousers, pulling him over to her, with a smirk, fangs poking of from the bottom of her top lip. ”Well, what d’ya fancy?”
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Post by cherry on Jun 18, 2008 12:44:25 GMT -5
Adair chuckled fondly again, casting the woman a flirtatious glance. "Yes, that's my name. But it sounds like music when you say it, Miss Byakko..." He purred, his husky voice curiously sweet and sarcastic at the same time. "And I'll make it a point to memorize yours.." His eyes spared a glance to the sky; the moon was just passing it's zenith, and they still had plenty of time.
"Not just like it-- love it," Adair answered quite honestly. "It's not about sex or pleasure. It's about control. Something that the most charismatic and eloquent men have in abundance." It was a thrill indeed, or at least, Adair thought it was, to have a human writhing beneath him, to be able to cause pleasure or pain so easily, and to be able to decide their fate at the end-- would he let them live, and simply sneak out as they dozed, or would he take the blood that he hungered for? That was where the true thrill of Adair's life was, in his interactions with humans.
"What do I buy?" Adair sounded just the slightest bit surprised as he pocketed the coins, the proof of that night's activities. "Anything I need. Clothes, mostly. Sometimes dinner or dates for beautiful women." Eyes clouding with a slight sadness, barely concealing a very wild and feral look, he added, "I've had three girlfriends pass away this past month. Romance is not my strong suit, as you can see, though I'm undeniably a hopeless romantic." With a soft, deep laugh, he remarked, "My dear, those clothes may have once been pretty, but they have obviously lived past their usefulness. As you can see, mine are brand new." He gestured down to his own well-outfitted form, the dark trousers that clung to his legs, the deep blue jacket, and the cloak that fell over his shoulder in ripples of fine fabric.
Adair did not speak again until Byakko pulled him forward, at which he smirked. "Eager, are we?" He questioned; a grin took over his face, brilliant fangs gleaming in the moon's pale glow, as he wrapped an arm around the woman's waist, leaning forward to kiss her chastely on the cheek and taking this opportunity to breathe in her scent. The smell of the dogs was overpowering, as was the smell of the blood that she had just sampled from him, and a few weaker scents that he couldn't quite recognize. "I'm quite content with whatever you would like to do, Miss Byakko."
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