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 Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 9:11 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 9:53 am
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"Fine," Blake replied, getting out of the coffin to gt ready himself. He was done in moments and made his way to the study. He ran his fingers past the spines of Merthage history, the kings, the curse.
Blake's eyes narrowed. He loved his country. He wanted nothing more than to bring it back to its glory, back when it was feared. Rightfully so. He remembered the tales his brother told him. Now they were barely hanging on. With the humans malnourished, less were being born. More were being eaten. If only Merthage could grow things, like what S.V. managed to do in his cafe. And if only they would grow without so much maintenance. How was he going to help his country thrive... With the odds stacked upon him so heavily?
Anasophia watched the king at a distance, her hands up to her chest. He seemed so troubled... Though she couldn't imagine it would be easy to be the king of a dying land. Still... She wished there was something she could do.
"Hey, what are you doing here?! This is forbidden to humans!"
Anasophia turned around and saw a guard right before he took her arm. He gripped it hard, and despite her efforts, it caused her to yelp. "Please, not so hard- AH!"
"How dare you demand something from me! You will pay dearly-" he raised his arm to slap her.
"HALT!" Blake cried, storming his way to them. "That is MY slave, the cow of your king. Release her!"
The guard looked up at the menacing glare of Blake, and he let Anasophia go. "She is in forbidden grounds, master-"
"She is here of my accord. I demanded her here, do not punish her without my permission again."
"Yes, yes sir." His pride wounded, the vampire headed off, leaving Anasophia and Blake alone. Blake looked at her with a not-too-happy glare.
"What are you doing here?"
Anasophia bowed her head and said in her quiet, patient voice, "I was inquiring... Whether his majesty would like his breakfast."
Blake was silent for a second, then turned back to the books. "I'm not hungry."
"Pardon me... I was too bold."
"You are forgiven. This once."
Anasophia looked down, and then said, "Pardon me once more, master Blake... But... Are you not hungry perhaps... Due to your recent stress as king? It might be wise... If at your will, to eat. Despite your lack of appetite."
"I do not care to eat yet. I am perfectly fine in my strength."
"Perhaps his majesty mistakes I mean physical strength?"
Blake looked back at her, and Anasophia instantly looked down in a deep bow. "I have overstepped my boundaries, I am deeply in regret, please excuse my impotence."
Blake looked at her bowing to him, then his eyes trailed away a little. "No... Perhaps you are right."
Anasophia raised her head. "Then... Will you eat, master Blake?"
Blake looked at her again, then closed his eyes and sighed. "Hold out your wrist."
Vinegar drew his head back a little before licking the antenna again, holding Ethan close to him. 'Delicious,' Vinegar thought to him, 'I have never... Feeelt such intense... Desire.'
Lance felt his face grow hot. He looked away nly for a second, then looked back at him and replied, "As you wish..."
Salcie made a pose and stood there, eager to see his glorious likeness on paper. "Don't forget my toned abdomen. I work hard to make it perfect. And also, make sure you capture how my eyes gleam in the moonlight~"
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 10:00 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 10:10 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 10:49 am
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"Good morning, mistress," Anasophia replied with a deep bow. When Demeter mentioned clothes she could mend and keep, it was hard to contain her smile. "Thank you, mistress Demeter, I will treasure this gift." She was sure Demeter intended for Anasophia to deal with that immediately, possibly to give herself and Blake some privacy, which she happily obliged.
Once Anasophia left, Blake wiped his mouth and looked at Demeter with his intense stare. "Is there a reason you wanted to meet in the study, Demeter?"
Vinegar's feathers made a coo, 'I love you too,' He replied.
((Time skip? XP ))
Lance almost pouted. "Idiot," He said to the vampire, giving him a deep kiss, "I already do."
Salcie didn't dare move an inch lest his magnificent likeness be tarnished from the page. He imagined how amazing he must look, and got a kick out of this timid, yet strange rabbit being a worshiper of his appearance. He didn't even think of it being a trap. He was too proud to fall for such traps. Besides, the best part about this was the awe in Peter's eyes. Yes, that fascination he had for Salcie. It was rare for a wood siren to have the power over another male. It made Salcie feel powerful, special, extraordinary... Not that he didn't already know he was, but it was nice to have a little reminder. Even if the reminder had big fluffy ears and a little cotton-tail.
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 11:00 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 11:14 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 11:26 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 12:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 3:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 3:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 4:18 pm
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Salcie turned to look and she took the pad out of the rabbit's hand. "Aaaaaw look at me I'm GORGEOUS!~~~" He exclaimed. He looked at Peter, then cleared his throat. "I mean... It's okay. I am Salcie, the forest siren. Little food-painter, what is YOUR name?"
Lance was still upstairs, having a lie-down for a bit.
Vinegar kissed back, and then followed Ethan, curious as to what the creatures on this planet ate.
"It is nothing I can speak about here. Perhaps later, but not now." Blake readjusted his hem on the sleeve. "Summon the fat slave, Anasophia. I will wait for you both at the gate."
"Hmm hm hmmm," Piotr bounced down the streets, a spring in his step as he was on his way home from getting groceries.
"Blake the king?"
Piotr halted and looked over at two gossiping women; one vampire and one werecat.
"I thought he was dead," The werecat said.
"No," the vampire replied, "He came miraculously, like a ghost, but more powerful than ever. He finished his father and now he is king."
"Natasha?!" Piotr shouted once he came through the door moments later, his voice filled with fear and worry, "I am havingk bad news!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 4:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 4:32 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 4:57 pm
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Gravely, Piotr put her hands in his, and he looked at her with the most serious, sincere look he could muster. "We have to be movingk now. VERY far away. Blake isn't dead, he is KING."
Ana smiled at Demeter and followed close by. "Yes, lady Demeter," Ana replied, not spending a second to leisure as she came to follow.
Blake waited for the two, "We don't have much time. Come, hurry." Blake was too much in a rush to really care to explain further to Anasophia. She would know soon enough where they'd be going.
Vinegar looked over at S.V.. 'Slept weeell... Thaaank you.' He told S.V. Then he tilted his head to the side and one ear perked while the other flattened. 'Flaaa... Vor.' Vinegar didn't have taste buds. He tried instead to describe what he ate. 'Small, flying, water, carb, protein, fat, perfect combination... Ah...' Vinegar put his hands together shyly. 'They aaare not native... Here on thiiis planet... So I haaave been eating... Small flyyying... Things.'
Vinegar bent his head down for the party hat. Another thing that had Vinegar intrigued. He touched it with his gloved hand, 'Iiinteresting...'
Salcie smirked with pride. "It would be hard to find an inspiration as glorious as I... Okay little tasty thing. I will not eat you." Salcie moved closer to Peter, then pushed him to sit. Then he knelt in front of him. "But I want you to..." Salcie crawled on top of him, and then lied on him, his black eyes with a ring of yellow staring right into his, their faces so very close, "Do more artwork of me. I want my image to be worshiped. If you don't... I'll eat you. Deal?"
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