It's a modern-style penthouse apartment decorated in black and white.
Two-story livingroom, kicthen with a bar, lots of windows to let in the sun.
Bathroom between the kitchen and the bedroom.
Boxy, dark bedroom.
8 foot by 8 foot steel box hidden behind a velvet panel for slaves. The box is located between the kitchen and the livingroom.
Penthouse takes up entire top floor of the building Ebon lives in.
Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 2:30 pm
ANDREA FARKAS
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Andrea was out for a good two hours and when she woke she was not in a good mood. She was sore, she was dizzy, and most of all she reeked of something nasty. Mistletoe. Wrinkling her nose Andy pushed herself up, yelping when her bare skin brushed against the cold metal. Oh this was so not cool. And she definitely wasn’t talking about in a literal sense.
”The ******** is this?” she grumbled, shifting her position a little as she yanked against the chains that bound her wrists behind her back. ”That b*****d…” she growled, pushing herself up to her feet.
She was unable to see anything, and all sounds were blocked out by whatever this box was made of. The place itself smelt pretty bad—to her, at least—like somebody else had been living there for a while. She tried her best to listen for signs of anybody else but couldn’t hear a thing. Growling, she turned to her nose, sniffing the air and trying to isolate one smell from the next. Given, that was a task rendered nearly impossible by the herb around her neck. The infuriatingly overpowering smell, one that made her eyes water, left her pretty much blind in that sense too. Great. She took a moment to walk forwards, pausing just short of the wall. What was this, some sort of cell? She didn’t need to see to know it wasn’t that big—the echoing of her footsteps telling her that much—and clearly she was the only person in there.
Well, that or she had company that was really quiet.
”That son of a ********> she shouted, slamming her shoulder against the wall before sliding down to the ground, her legs propped up in front of her. ”Just wait. I’ll make you regret this you b*****d.” she growled in a low, dangerous tone. ”You just messed with the wrong werewolf."
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About four or five hours after Ebon had arrived in his home and went to bed, the vampire had woken up again, rising from his bed and plodding along the floor, holding his head and looking at his lack of reflection in the mirror. Of course he wouldn't see anything, and every time he did see his reflection, someone else was looking back at him and then trying their hardest to make Ebon into them. This often resulted in facial hair exploding out of the lower half of Ebon's face, and then the arduous task of shaving, something that should have been phased out when his body stopped being a living organism altogether. Holding his head in his hand and making his way to the bathroom, he could hear a muffled thumping on other side of the box. Oh. She's awake. Charming. Closing the bathroom door and dropping to his knees, Ebon made his daily offering to the porcelain god, spewing up a dark red ichor from his mouth and expelling the contents of his last mortal meal. After the upchucking of blood, Ebon started to prepare for his bathing rituals, exchanging one teabag-like object for another and taking of and replacing the shower head when the teabag-like object was placed in between the pile and the spigot.
Turning on the shower, Ebon stepped in and quickly went through the task of bathing, something he didn't really need to do if he were a healthy vampire who wasn't blood-starved and didn't reek of death after a few hours of unhygienic behavior. After finishing up his shower, Ebon redressed himself and went back into his room, dragging out a cart full of syringes and other blood-drawing equipment, and a wooden chair that smelled heavily of mistletoe and wolfs-bane, with silver cuffs to keep the woman in line if she were to try and break out of the chair. As soon as these items were ready, Ebon opened the steel door and quickly dragged these items inside the box, closing the door firmly behind him and flicking a finger at the door to lock it from the outside with what little telekinetic power he had left. Dragging the chair to the other side of the room, near the woman, Ebon bobbed his head towards the chair and gave his first command. "Sit."
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 8:08 pm
ANDREA FARKAS
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You're in my way, yeah you better watch out. Oh, come on! ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯
Andrea froze, barely breathing when she heard movement from the other side of the wall. So the b*****d was awake, huh? Good. Hopefully he’d pop in for a visit soon. She could bite his face off. Or better yet, if he’d take those damn shackles off, she’d tear him open and decorate the room with his innards. Oh wasn’t that a lovely thought. She couldn’t help but grin in imagining the sickly looking man torn to shreds. Tranquilize her would he? Fine. She’d put him to sleep. Permanently. With pleasure.
She was on her feet when she heard the footsteps approach, her eyes sharp and dangerous when he blocked the door with a mixture of his figure and whatever he was carrying. And with the door closed, and locked, she huffed heavily, sitting back down with a sharp grunt. Not impressed. Well, as long as he stayed the ******** away from her, they wouldn’t have too many problems. Really, there was no point in killing him if she’d be stuck in there after—she’d have to wait until he unlocked the door again anyways. Since he obviously wasn’t using a key, she figured he kinda had to be alive to do that.
His ‘command’ pissed her off pretty quickly, though.
”Go ******** a goat.” she responded simply, shooting a glare in his general direction that she hoped he could see, ”I am sitting you ********. You sit. And while you’re at it, find some other b***h to ******** with—I’m not interested in dealing with douche bags like you.” her fingers twitched behind her back, her nails claws itching to bite into his flesh. All she could smell was that damn mistletoe! Well, now she could smell a trace of wolfsbane and that set her even more on edge. Evidently he thought he had dealt with her kind before—either that, or he had done his research. That was fine. It wasn’t like it made any sort of difference to her if he thought he knew his s**t—it just made him more likely to screw up and give her an opening to tear his throat out.
She let out a low grown as she sidled along the floor, using her legs to push her body away from him. She disliked how close he was—it put her on edge. And if he tried to approach her… then he was an idiot. Not much was more dangerous than a cornered animal. Especially when that cornered animal was a dog.
”The ******** do you want anyways?” she growled lowly, her eyes blindly narrowed as she listened for him. Her vision had never been the best, and in this darkness it was impossible to see anything at all. With her sense of smell blocked off with the damn herbs, which he seemed a little over-happy about, she was admittedly more on edge than usual. If he tried to get close to her… well, to say the least, he’d learn how quickly she could move. That and how hard she could kick. Which was pretty damn hard.
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Never gonna give in, never gonna give it up, no. You can't take me: I'm free! ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯
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"I meant sit in the chair. I didn't think I'd have be specific." Ebon gave a cold look at the woman, flicking his fingers again to flick the switch outside of the box that turned on the small, fluorescent light that now beamed brightly into the room. Walking behind the woman, Ebon made sure to keep his guard up, grabbing the woman by the hair and dragging her to the chair, plopping her down onto the oiled wood, the vampire flicked his fingers yet again to undo the shackles around her wrists, applying a special type of mage chains in their place. Unless she had an iron will, the woman's arms would be limp by her sides instead of flailing about and trying to claw him to death. Not like ti would have mattered anyway. He had been decapitated before becoming a member of the undead, and still 'lived' through it, the blood from the wound seeping slowly back into his body and dragging the two halves back together. If the woman would have ripped him limb from limb, he would just slowly reconstruct himself. There was only one thing that would kill him indefinitely, and it was several thousands of feet underneath the waters of the black sea, collecting rust and algae.
Ebon shook the thought about the weapon designed by his predecessor for self-execution out of his head, and then leaned against the wall of the box, eyeing the woman warily. "Question time." Crossing his arms over his chest, Ebon's jaundiced, blue eyes flicked from the cart full of blood-drawing equipment and then back to the woman. She had just told him to go ******** a goat. How quaint. It was odd, how the vampire had a bad temper, but at the same time had the patience to put up with three centuries of this nonsense. "Next time I get the opportunity, I'll make sure to do so. I'll even record it. Now. Let's finish up with the pleasantries and move onto the important stuff. A name would be nice, for starters. Can't just go around calling you Fido, Spot, Pup, or Mutt, now can I?" Ebon gave a slight smirk of amusement before cautiously making his way to the woman, standing behind her as to not get kicked around.
"I'm going to draw your blood with this surgical instrument. Not with my teeth, not from your neck, not from your wrists. Three vials a day, we'll bump it up to six once you start reproducing blood fast enough. I'll only bite if you're being a bad dog. I find it more effective than using a newspaper or a spray bottle."
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 10:18 pm
ANDREA FARKAS
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You're in my way, yeah you better watch out. Oh, come on! ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯
She let out a low growl, clearly not impressed by his tone. But she was practically blinded when the light flickered on, giving him the moment he needed to get behind her and tangle his fist in her hair. She squirmed as she tried to orient herself, growling at him as she tried to jerk out of his grip. She made a face of disgust as her head slammed back against the wood, nausea clouding her mind as the scents assaulted her nose. For a second she growled lowly, her face paling as she did her best to not pass out.
Damn natural anti-werewolf remedies.
The snap of his fingers released the chains, but her arms fell limply to her sides. For a moment she frowned, barely managing to twitch her fingers before she realized that there was no way she was going to get good mobility out of her arms. And it didn’t take a genius to determine that he was the cause of it. Her eyes narrowed with his mocking reply. Why the ******** would he record it? What a messed up son of a whore.
And when he went on further, mocking her, another deep, feral growl flew from her lips. Andrea leaned forwards, moving quickly to her feet and lashing out at him with no restraint. While totally disregarding her limp arms Andrea whirled around in a sharp windmill kick, bringing one leg up over the head of the chair and lashing slamming the back of her heel against his head, using the full force of her strength, along with physics, to make the blow as devastating as possible.
Following through, swinging her leg all the way around and back to the ground, she gave him a warning growl.
”The ******** you are. Nobody’s touching my blood—and I’ll be the one to do the gnawing.” she shot her eyes narrowed dangerously as her fingers twitched at her side. Now if only she could get control of her arms she could get this damp mistletoe off her neck! Oh, not the mention the muzzle off her face and the collar off her body. Then she could shift and make a meal of his innards. Yum. Although, with his complexion, she was a little worried that he might give her food poisoning, or something.
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The woman surely had her primary motor skills intact enough to lash out with her legs, and Ebon seemed to congratulate her on the feat of being lucid enough after being shot up with elephant tranquilizers and being around so many smells that would make any werewolf want to vomit or pass oUT to perform such a well-executed kick. As she delivered the blow, Ebon could feel a fracturing in his skull, the pressure making his eyes pop from his sockets and flop around helplessly for awhile. The kick had forced him into a bowing position, his and neck now fractured in several places. "Great merciful darkness, and by the Grand Design. That. ********. Hurt." Standing up straight, bones now snapping and fusing back together, Ebon stilled his flailing eyeballs for a moment before grabbing a single one with a finger and a thumb and pressing it back into the empty void of his skull, then following up with the other eye.
At first, the healing rate of the vampire was slow and lethargic, but once the body started getting into the swing of reconstructing itself, Ebon was back to his former sickly glory, now 'glowing' a bit from the trashing a little kick to the head seemed to do. "Well. Looks like I'm going to have to shackle those legs down too. I'm going to have to stoop down to your level and show you who the alpha is." Shaking his head side-to-side, as if shaking water from his ears, Ebon wiped off the little trailing of blood that had occurred when the kick's impact had made him bite down on his lip, sticking his thumb in his mouth to wipe the blood off the digit. The vampire leaned back a bit, rotating his shoulders and showing off his slightly muscular physique underneath the pathetic, corpse-like features, before walking up to the woman with a wolfish grin upon his face. "My turn."
With a snap of his fingers, the mage chains slid down from her arms, now making her legs heavier and unable to be lifted. Ebon had to be careful with his power, and was glad she was drastically weakened by his carefully prepared amenities for his guest of honor. Grabbing the woman by the hair again and pushing her down to her knees, the vampire pressed his foot onto her back and shoved her onto her hands and knees, transforming the mage chains into a special restraint meant to keep her in this position. "I hate it when it comes to this, but then again, I do enjoy breaking them in whatever way I can." Mounting the woman from behind, Ebon leaned into her and whispered in her ear before biting her on the shoulder and taking about a pint of blood from her system. "Bad dog."
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 11:12 pm
ANDREA FARKAS
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You're in my way, yeah you better watch out. Oh, come on! ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯
”The ******** are you?” she gaped, her expression filled with a mix of horror and disgust. Even she had to admit this was freaking creepy, and she had seen some batshit crazy things. There was no way in hell she was eating him now—most dead things tasted rancid. That’s fine, she thought, he probably tasted worse than crap anyways. A sharp growl left her mouth as she bared her teeth—again an act much undermined by the cloth over her mouth—taking a half step back and away from him.
She may be temperamental but she sure as ******** knew when to retreat with her tail between her legs.
”You stay the ******** away from me, you freak!” she shot, her eyes still sharp but sparking with an acute paranoia. When she had broken his neck, she hadn’t exactly been expecting him to roll his shoulders and move on with life—that was more of a “punch in the nose” or “kick in the balls” type reaction. Generally people fell over and didn’t get up again when you broke their necks. Then again, their eyeballs didn’t usually pop out either. That was an overdramatic, creepy as hell addition to her already ******** up day.
”Alpha? Stoop?” she openly scoffed, tilting her chin up and glaring down on him, ”Buddy, you couldn’t climb to my level if your weird a** life depended on it. You’re more likely to drop dead than ever totally dominate me.” she shot, her eyes sharpening as she stood her ground, her prideful temper flaring. ”Dream on.”
His grin was met with a glare and she moved to take a step back, disliking how close he was, but suddenly realized that she couldn’t. Well . This could be bad. Instinctively raising her arms, noticing immediately when she could raise them, her lips spread in a grin. Ohhh. Big mistake. And as he grabbed her by her long, dark hair she quickly lifted her arms and, reaching as far up his arm as she could, she dug both sets of claws into his flesh, raking downwards in a fast, tearing motion, past his elbow, until her hands met his wrist—at which point she found a pressure against her back and forced her to lean forwards onto her hands to avoid falling flat on her face.
And just as soon as she found her arms freed, she found that they were frozen again—locked in place by some extreme pressure she couldn’t seem to fight in this state. And then he got on top of her. Oh that little ********.
”Get off of me you ugly son of a ******** whorish b*****d! I’m going to tear your ******** ugly face to shreds and beat the s**t out of the rest of you—GET OFF!” she shouted, struggling and leaning this way and that. Whether it was to dislodge him or dislodge herself was questionable. ”Don’t you dare call me ********> she shouted, a sharp yelp flying through her mouth when a sharp pain shot through her shoulders, ”If you give me ******** rabies I swear to ******** God I will destroy you!”
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Ebon didn't give a s**t about having his flesh being flayed off of his arms, it would all repair itself sooner or later, and besides, what else was there to care about besides the hot, violent fluid that was now being drained from the woman's shoulder and running down this throat? A pleasurable sensation, what a human would call scientifically as 'a rush of endorphins' seemed to trigger in the vampire's brain, and he had to brace himself, putting a hand on top of the woman's hand and curling his fingers. Ebon knew that he would need to stop now, before draining too much from the creature. Sure, she was a werewolf, and had uncanny healing abilities, but no creature could reproduce enough blood for the thirst that the blood-starved vampire god contained in his sickly body. The meal kept yelling and jabbering on about how he was going to pay for what he was doing, and the vampire applied a little more pressure into his bite, sending a telepathic message into her mind, a sickly, shadowy, slimy thought that would nestle in her brain until she did as she was told. "Shut the ******** up."
Finishing his pint for the day, which was much more than the three vials he had planned out, the vampire relinquished his gripping bite and stood up, wiping off his face and bandaging the wound. "Despite my appearance, I'm as clean as a whistle." As he spoke of appearances, the sickly pallor in his flesh seemed to recede, the yellowing of his pale skin growing less intense. A sort of victory growl escaped the confines of Ebon's throat as he kept the woman chained, opening the door and quickly taking the cart and the chair out of the room. "Until you want to perform these blood drawings like a civilized creature, we'll continue to do it this way. If you behave, well, let's just say I can be quite a pampering kennel master." A blood-stained grin crossed his lips as he closed the door and flicked off the light. The vampire felt empowered again, though, he had to be careful. He wasn't fully back to power again, and he would need more than just a pint of blood to take back what was rightfully his.
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 12:27 am
ANDREA FARKAS
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Her hand trembled in his grasp as she tried to fight the invisible bindings that seemed to hold her in place, her claws dragging along the steel floor as she managed to twitch her fingers into a weak fist. She let out another yelp of pain when the grip of his jaws tightened, clenching her jaw as her mind was violated by the man’s voice. Oh ********. She was going. To ********. Kill him. She just had to get out from under him first. And just as that thought flitted through her mind he relinquished his hold on her, standing up and whipping her blood off of his face.
Why that little ********…
While she looked paler, tired, and all around disheveled he was looking much better. ******** to him. She narrowed her eyes, gritting her teeth as another low growl rumbled through her chest—she couldn’t tell if he was mocking her or just trying to piss her off more. Or both. Either way, it had that effect.
”Rabid or not, you’re a dirty son of a slut.” she shot, able to keep her voice firm despite the dizziness that was making it hard to focus her eyes. She wasn’t exactly used to loosing blood.
she shot back, scowling as he grinned at her from the doorway, ”Go find a crate to rot in. My blood is mine alone—and you will never be my Master. No one will be!” she shot, lifting her head despite the position she was currently stuck in. As the door closed, the light flickering off leaving her in pitch darkness, she let out a heavy sigh, dropping down onto her elbows and breathing heavily, trying to get her thoughts straight as she rested her forehead in her hands. She couldn’t move her arms and legs, but then again… she was exhausted. She paused, lifting her head for a moment and tilting her hands, reaching for the herb that itched around her neck. She’d regenerate faster in that form…
With the position she was more or less stuck in it took a while, but she eventually got that damn wreath off her neck, backhanding it away with a flick of her wrist. The smell was still pretty damn strong, but at least she didn’t feel like emptying the contents of her stomach onto her arms anymore. The next step was the collar. Hell, the things were made so they were near impossible to get off, and in her state there was no way she was getting that clasp undone, but with some painful tugging she did at least manage to loosen it. Not before dragging those damn fabric gags away from her mouth, around her neck. Letting out a relieved sigh she shook her head a bit, searching for that ‘animal’ feeling inside of her and grasping it tightly. Fur began to sprout over her skin and her body made grotesque popping noises as her bones and muscles began to shift, divide, and merge, eventually leaving her as a rather large Rottweiler.
Sighing heavily she shook, laying down comfortably. Another bonus of being a dog—her legs folded under her so she didn’t have to stay upright in whatever the ******** was binding her. That, and he’d get a mouthful of fur if he tried to take another nibble. As if to smite him she let out a loud, deep bark—a sort of ‘******** you, you can’t stop me’. And while this whole process had taken a few hours, she still felt exhausted. Likely from the effort it had taken, but whatever. Resting her massive head in her front paws she let out a deep sigh, closing her eyes and falling into sleep. It would do her good—gods knew she needed it.
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Bow down in position, against the polished steel, this is somethingdifferent, you'll like the way this feels...
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The coy grin continued to play across Ebon's face as he started to walk around his apartment, changing clothes, pouring a glass of wine, and grabbing a few chunks of meat from the freezer to thaw out in the sink while he sat upon the white couch in the living area of his home, reading a decrepit old tome of ancient knowledge passed down from generation to generation. In any response to what the woman had said earlier, the vampire had decided to give the silent treatment, only speaking without words, allowing the vicious projections of communicational thought slither around in her brain like a cluster of maggots. "I prefer the term whore or courtesan when speaking of my long-dead mother, thank you." Sipping upon the glass of wine and waiting for the meat in the sink to thaw out, Ebon's eyes scanned across certain passages of the book that seemed to make his smirk turn into a soft smile.
The book was opened up to a page with a bunch of scrawled, somewhat sloppy handwriting that wasn't his own, but a good acquaintance of his. Leaning back in his seat, he marveled on how werewolves had made such leaps and bounds in evolution in such a short time, being able to shift almost whenever they wanted, and being able to shed the limitations the Wild Hunt had placed on their predecessors, though, it seemed like any worship of the gods the Grand Design had made for specific purposes had sunk into the Black Sea with the rest of New Babylon and the superstitious mish-mash of people who inhabited the country. Now there was only a handful left who knew the old ways and of the "old gods", and it was to Ebon's great distaste that he had been on non-speaking terms with all of the other survivors of the flood that had culled the country. "I'll rot in my cushioned, plushy box made out of enthralled accountant's bank accounts. As for the servitude thing, you don't have to acknowledge it, but do know that I'm still in charge whether you like it or not."
Closing the large book and setting it on a side table, the vampire downed the rest of his wine and set the glass on the kitchen counter, grabbing the thawed meat and heating it up on the stove for a moment or two. Nobody liked cold meat, and Ebon surely didn't like cold blood. Of course, if the little she-wolf was going to continue acting like such an insufferable little twit... An impish grin crossed the vampire's face as he slopped the meat upon a plate and covered it with an opaque bowl, which he smeared mistletoe oil all over to mask the scent of the meat. This was going to be a real treat. Opening a slot in the door to peer inside, the vampire noticed that instead of the woman thrashing around due to her jimmies being rustled, she had gotten the wreath off from around her neck and the collar loosened enough to be replaced by the large rottweiler now sleeping on the floor. So I got a dog who's actually a dog. Amusing.
Letting out a sharp whistle, Ebon unlatched the door and quickly slid in, positioning his knee in such a way that if the dog wanted out, she would have to go through him first. After successfully sliding inside and closing the door firmly, flicking his fingers in the ritualistic movements of turning on the light and locking the door from the other side, Ebon sat on the floor in the corner, facing the woman-turned-dog and positioning the plate of food on his lap, his legs crossed so the contents of the plate wouldn't spill all over him, and so his thighs could maintain a bit of a grip on the edges of the plate. "Would you look at that. Savory, juicy steaks. It's a shame I can't eat them, but I sure as hell can try." Taking the bowl off of the plate to reveal a platter of almost completely raw meat, the vampire grabbed a piece of meat and tore off a bit, popping it into his mouth and chewing thoughtfully, then giving a sort of grin after the flesh had been swallowed. "Tasty."
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Thinking. "Speaking." "Listening."
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 11:11 am
ANDREA FARKAS
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You're in my way, yeah you better watch out. Oh, come on! ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯
She shuddered, his mind violating hers with speech she didn’t care enough to want to hear. She just wished he’d stay the ******** out of her head. Not to mention the occasional message he dropped was excessively uncomfortable and extremely distracting. That probably only made her little ‘mission’ to freedom take longer than it needed to. His words only brought a low growl from her lips, her teeth bared towards the door in the direction she knew he had gone in.
”You wish.” she shot, not sure if he could even hear her through the steel barrier. ”You can call yourself whatever the ******** you want, but you’re nothing more than a disgusting leach regardless.”
Now that she was in a more comfortable form she let out a huff. No point shouting at a dead or dumb dog, her mother always said. ’Save it for the ones worth your breath.’ And, Andrea decided, this b*****d wasn’t worth it. Getting comfortable and eventually drifting off to sleep, she was awoken by a sudden, sharp whistle—while Andrea had no idea how long she had slept, she knew she was pissed to be woken up in that manner. She didn’t move as he opened the door, however, keeping his eyes closed and growling deeply, lifting her lips and baring her sharp, white teeth. She opened her sharp eyes when he entered, however, her fur bristling as the growling got louder and more intense.
Clearly she was not happy with him invading this space.
”Stay the ******** out of my head, you slimy b*****d.” While the only physical sound she made was a deep growl, her voice seemed to echo around the small space. She raised slightly on her haunches, lifting her massive form off the ground as her claws grated against the steel. While she was no doubt a Rottweiler, her size was closer to that of a grown mastiff—huge. She snarled, opening her jaws a little when he revealed the meat, mocking her. He seriously didn’t get that she wasn’t some house pet for him to play with, did he? She wasn’t some pup he could house-break with positive reinforcement. Even if those steaks did smell ******** delicious.
And she was hungry.
”You know, now you look like you’re not going to give me food poisoning. Maybe over the steak I should just eat you.” she growled, her temper flaring as she snarled at him, lowering slightly and more than ready to attack him if necessary. At the same time… she couldn’t pull her eyes away from that meat. they looked tasty. And his words only confirmed the assumption she made based off scent. She tensed, her muscles rippling under her fur as she eyed the meat intently. And before she realized it, she was drooling. Well, not that big a deal, really. With her sense of smell it was hard not too. She inched forwards a little while remaining down closer to the ground, her focus caught by the meal she knew she could really use. Her tail was wagging lazily back and forth as she licked her chops, her teeth flashing dangerously in the artificial light.
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Grabbing another small chunk of meat and popping it in his mouth, Ebon's impish grin seemed to grow wider. "I'd love to be small, black, insignificant, and slimy. At least I would get a proper feeding regularly, and I wouldn't be found intimidating by small-balled undead legions who have an inferiority complex." His cross-legged position was now shifted, the plate of meat held on the palm of his hand as he stretched out his legs, the leather of his pants creaking with the movements, crossing one ankle over another and resting the plate on his lap once more. Swallowing the second chunk of meat, the vampire shrugged off petty insults and threats. Her jaws were saying no, but her general demeanor and her stomach were saying 'oh, yes, yes.'
"You don't want to eat me. I'm junk food in comparison to such lean, tender, and succulent meat." A small chuckle came from the vampire's lips as he took another bite, letting out a low whistle at the hulking creature in front of him, salivating and pawing closer, yet still giving off an intimidating vibe, impressed with her ability to change sizes. "It's amazing how you creatures evolve so much in such a short time." Putting the plate down on the steel floor and sliding it a few feet away from him, Ebon bobbed his head at the meal, giving a sort of silent encouragement to go ahead and eat it. He wasn't going to let his meal ticket die from starvation, that would be just stupid.
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Thinking. "Speaking." "Listening."
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 2:20 pm
ANDREA FARKAS
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You're in my way, yeah you better watch out. Oh, come on! ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯
”You are black, insignificant, and slimy. And I’d bet that you’re small, too—I’d rather not scar my eyes.” she responded smoothly, her maw splitting into a canine grin, her teeth slightly parted so he could better see the sharp points. Andrea watched as he moved about, taking a half a pace back and growling lightly. His moving would more likely than not mean bad things for her—she’d rather not wind up with him on her back again. She growled again when he spoke. Sure, he was right—she didn’t want to eat him. That, of course, didn’t mean she wouldn’t. ”I don’t need you to tell me what bad meat looks like—and while I doubt I’ve eaten worse, I know others who probably have.” At the same time, his emphasis on the meat had her stomach growling again.
Son of a b*****d.
His low whistle made her pause, narrowing her eyes dangerously as she looked him over. What in the world was he going on about? When her answer came, Andrea scoffed—somehow rolling her eyes. It looked almost comical, considering her current state.
”My family’s a bit of a special case.” she responded in a light growl, ”We don’t exactly fit in with the others anymore. Don’t compare me or my family to those cowards.” She watched as the plate was shoved towards her, frowning and glowering at him for a moment before she slowly moved forwards, caution evident through her posture. Sniffing the plate first she licked her chops again, looking up at him once more before nosing the plate off to the side, the smooth material making a rough skidding sound against the ground. She trotted after it, repeating the movement until she—and her plate—were on the opposite side of the room. That was when she took the opportunity to enjoy it.
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Never gonna give in, never gonna give it up, no. You can't take me: I'm free! ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯
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Leaning back up against the wall and letting the b***h move her meal to the other side of the room, Ebon let out a small chuckle. "I doubt I'd be giving you the privilege of eye-scarring so soon in our blossoming relationship." Closing his eyes for a moment and tilting his head back, Ebon continued to listen quietly, slowly droning out as he threw out his rebuttal to her petty insults lazily. "If you ate me, I would reconstruct my body piece by piece inside of your stomach, and then burst out of your chest like some sort of... Bah, now I'm making old movie references, but it's an accurate description." As soon as the sounds of eating were heard, Ebon stood up slowly, moving quietly and stealthily up behind the werewolf, the vampire's jaundiced, blue-tinted hand reached for the back of her head, the fingers making contact behind the ear, which then turned into a sort of affectionate scratching.
"I remember my progenitor's progenitor telling me that I would look good with a giant hound to make up for my lack of strength and overall vampiric prowess. It was a sort of insult, but in a way, I took it to heart. I had a dog once, well, another werewolf, one of the ones you call cowardly. He was a hell of a beast. Big, scary, had bones protruding from his haunches... Looked like some sort of hell beast rather than a werewolf. Damn shame he had to go on some sort of pilgrimage for purity because his mate was scared shitless of him, but that's how things work out. Once you get fond of something, it seems to be taken away." Ebon switched which ear he scratched behind, making sure to keep his hand readied to press on the pressure point on the tip of the dog's ear if she tried to lash out at him. "For a coward, that big ******** sure could fight, I guess after dying once, you kind of stop being afraid of death. Of course, I don't know how Lycans really work anymore, most of them seem to have thrown themselves into some sort of shape-shifting category in the hundred or so years I last got friendly with them."
From behind the other ear, Ebon petted and scratched the big dog on the head and rubbed her back before giving her a few pats on the rump and a quick pet on the head. No need to over-extend pleasantries, otherwise, she might chew on his furniture and piss on his floors. A soft smile crossed the vampire's face for a moment, but before the dog could turn to snarl at him or see the softened expression showing a sign of humanity and weakness, Ebon's face quickly became a blank slate, the soft smile falling flat and expressionless.
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