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 Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 12:19 am
Considering how Mull acts in general, one wouldn't think that he would own a rather large castle like home of his own. One would assume that Mull's house was very much like his room in the main shop, tiny and always dirty. But this is not true of Mull's actual home. When he wasn't at the shop or out looking for something to maim or be maimed by, he was often at home, bored out of his mind, and, after much slashing himself up, he was generally rearranging and cleaning everything in the 10 room house. It was three stories tall, made of stone, the roof shingled much like an old Irish castle, the windows also reminiscent of such a scene. It was secluded, miles away from anything that could be considered civilization, but was rather beautiful with the surrounding woods and the rather large lake behind it. Mull almost NEVER brought anyone home with him, so, him bringing Asher home would have been a surprise to anyone, had he had anyone living with him, that is.
Mull leads his 'guest' up to the front door of the castle, opening it and glancing over at Asher. "Welcome to my home. I'm sure you're used to much more grand establishments, but, I at least built it myself, so I'm rather proud of it. Once we're inside, I'll give you a tour, if you prefer."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 12:41 am
Asher took in the scene with mild surprise, though any expression he may have worn was easily hidden by his golden mane of hair and the shadows. Who would have thought from Mull's appearance and indeed first impressions that he would live in a place like this. It was both quaint and lovely, in the antiquated sense. He spoke in reply with a faint grin as he watched Mull open the door. "Charming... it will do... And I would like that very much." The offer piqued his interest. He had built it himself?
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 12:51 am
Mull waits for Asher to step inside before he too entered the house, closing the door behind him. "The door directly to your left leads to the basement. I never bothered putting any windows in, so if anyone who is allergic to the sun ever has to stay the night, it's perfectly safe down there. Even has a coffin. I replaced the one that my previous guest owned from my previous residence... So, no one has slept in that one as of yet." He turns to the hallway before them. "This place may seem big, but it isn't, really. Not counting the basement, it's only three stories high. The second floor houses three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The third floor houses another three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a deck for going out side on. This floor houses two bathrooms, two bedrooms, a kitchen, a den, and one office that also doubles as a library. I had grown bored of my old residence, and when I stumbled on this particular piece of land, glanced through various books listing different castles around the world. Each window has thick curtains that can be pulled shut to keep the light out. Personally, I prefer leaving them that way every day and only open them at night when I'm home. My own room is this door to the right of the hall. The one with the wolf howling at the moon on it." He glances over at Asher before shaking his head and shrugging. "But I'm sure you really don't care about any of that information, do you? The den is this way. It's got a fireplace and some comfortable, antique looking couches." He motions for Asher to preceed him, if that is what the other wished to do, any way.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 1:05 am
Asher was interested in seeing everything Mull had to show him, but reserved about half of his attention for the speaker himself. Part of him was still annoyed with Mel's interference in his life; if he wanted to mope, as the dragon liked to put it, so be it. It was no person's affair but his own. On the other hand, the other's interest in his own... well-being... was endearing in it's own way. And Mull was indeed a curiosity, difficult as it was for him to believe that this young man was a result of some split-second decision on the dragon's part. "I do care, for now, about what interests you. This small castle seems to interest you, so I am happy to hear about it." Not to mention one does like to know what to expect from one's surroundings, just in case...
He lead the way into the den, taking a moment to gaze around the room before glancing back at his host and sitting down, his luxurious tail curling loosely around him. "I am also interested to know what I am getting myself into by associating with you. All of this was set up by Mel... and I want to know why." It could not be just about 'hooking up' two anthros. It had to have something to do with the injured one on the shop floor earlier...
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 1:16 am
Mull sits on a couch across from Asher, his own tails flicking slightly as he tried to think of the best way to broach the subject. "My... encounters with most vampires is usually a result of me antagonizing them to the point where they attack me. Ever since I was a child, I was always finding ways to injure myself, much to my dad's dismay." He shrugs, as if not really caring what his father thought at that moment. "Basically, when I'm not being calm like this, I am usually out looking for something to pick a fight with, to either beat to a pulp or to be beaten to a pulp, it doesn't really matter which. Most of the scars you see on me are self inflicted, although this one here..." He points to a rather nasty looking scar on his neck. "Was caused by a vampire I had pushed a bit too far. He ended up drinking his fill and leaving me to fend for myself, which I barely managed to do. Since then, though, the need to beat or be beaten has gotten worse. It's... not really something I can control, truth be told.. The... uh... Scene you walked in on... That had been my fault." He frowns, glancing at the floor, certain the other would leave in disgust. "When the other guy offered a deal to retrieve the kid from me, the only reason it caught my attention at first was because he said you were dangerous to be around and liable to attack those within your shared household. So, I figured that if that were the case, we might be able to help eachother out in some way. If indeed you did have a destructive side, I was going to offer myself up to it. As I said, with my own fits of rage, it doesn't matter if I'm beaten or beating something up, as long as there is blood. And yes, I can be quite the a*****e if the need occurs..." He glances at Asher out of the corner of his eye, watching the others reaction, if the other even showed them.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 1:41 am
For a moment Asher sat back in the chair, staring at the fire. He was not sure what was more surprising, the violent side of this youth or how candid he was being about it. Granted, Mel had lead Mull to believe that Asher lashed out at others like the hybrid did, which sounded as if he was even blinded by it. He could relate in many ways... however...
After a time he looked back at Mull. His fingers had traced the scars on his face without his intent to do so. "You have been mislead. My scars are not self-inflicted." A small lie. He would never admit to Mull, even if he did eventually to himself, that many of his internal scars were indeed of his own doing. The infliction of dwelling and obsessing and despising, not only over his past but also over himself and his own weaknesses, had scarred his psyche more deeply than the trails of holy water across his skin could ever have done.
"I do not harm others, unless they need or deserve it," he added a moment later. He had no qualms with killing or maiming. It was messy. It was tedious to erase any mess left afterward. On occasion... it could be enjoyable...
And... Mull continued to intrigue. The coon was not exactly sure why. Perhaps there was indeed a certain kinship between them.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 1:51 am
Mull tilts his head at the other's statement, noticing he was fingering his own scars. "I didn't say that I thought your own scars were self-inflicted. I was and still am curious as to how they came about seeing as you are a vampire, normal attacks should have healed long before scarring. But I'm not going to pry into your past. If we continue to associate with eachother, I'm sure you'll feel comfortable enough to tell me in due time."
Inside, he was angry that he had allowed himself to be misled by the dragon, barely managing to contain the anger that flashed through his eyes before looking back up at Asher.
"I'm quite sure I deserve to be maimed, or even killed for most of my past." He tilts his head a bit at that, remembering the near death state he'd left Tunda in and giving a small nod. "Another thing is... about the pain itself... I'm what you call a sado-masochist... I enjoy pain in all forms, whether I'm on the receiving end or dishing it out. So it never truly bothers me to inflict a near death situation on someone else, nor to have such a thing inflicted on me." He fingers the scar on his neck, one of the few reminders of his near death experience.
"I'm not expecting you to understand me or even to continue associating with a monster like me, in all honesty. And yes, I am a monster. I may not be a big bad monster like what most people consider vampires and other creatures of the night to be, but for those that have never had a run in with a creature of the night, I guess I'm the next biggest monster in the food chain." He appeared to be trying to goad some sort of reaction out of Asher with all this talk, but what kind, he wasn't sure yet.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 2:24 am
"Maybe I'll describe the ordeal to you... someday." It was an admission that he was not leaving just yet. "Suffice to say there are some things that can harm a vampire. One of those is holy water."
His haunted expression gradually gave way to amusement to the other's anger. Mel could be underhanded when he felt that he needed to be. This other anthro - would he be staying then, back home? - had left him feeling that need. It was near the opposite of Mull's feeling, that pain and killing were good, more that pain and killing needed to be protected against. Perhaps a little naive... but he may have been successful this time.
If nothing else, Mull believed himself worthy of all of his scars. He did not seem bitter about it, unlike Asher's own feelings about himself. He had always been bitter about his situation and the fact that he had been powerless - as superhuman as he may seem - to change many misfortunes that had befallen him.
He had risen to his feet, facing the fire. His tail played from side to side behind him in his turmoil. "I do not think I can judge your worthiness on any level. What you deserve is not really my place... I would never be worthy enough to decide..." He glanced over his shoulder at Mull. "Perhaps we could console one another in our apparent damnation." Suddenly, a grin. "You may apparently enjoy your little walks on the edge of death, but I would be afraid of breaking you entirely."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 2:31 am
Mull, spotting the grin, blinks for a moment then shakes his head in amusement. "I don't think I can be broken so easily. I've gotten into more than enough fights with Aion, one of Hell's strongest Sinners... I'm fairly certain that he was holding back, but not by much, on the few times I've actually managed to piss him off enough to actually fight. And he can be quite the creative b*****d himself."
He stands as well, his tails flicking around behind him slowly. "I'm considered a freak even by my own family. The only one born with the features of both my parents." He mumbles to himself, flicking the tip of his gray and white tail gently before taking a step closer to the area Asher was in. "And I happen to think you're worthy enough to make that decision."
"Oh? So consoling eachother in our damnation, eh? How do you propose we go about doing that then?" He smirks slightly, subconsciously rubbing at what little of the scar on his neck could be seen over the collar he wore at all times.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 3:01 am
Asher chuckled, the smile there fading as quickly as it had appeared. He was certain that this Aion had made an effort not to kill Mull, if he was that powerful.
He frowned lightly as the other approached, not realizing until then that the other probably referred to the twin tails. He had not seen others with such a feature, though he was not surprised that they existed. However, nothing about his appearance really could be counted as ugly... or freakish... except perhaps for his scars, a testament to his own past.
"Oh... I can think of a few ways..." he returned the other's smirk and stepped closer with fluid, almost unseen movement. Suddenly a claw hovered over the other's throat, fingering Mull's collar. "Why do you wear this? You do not hide your other scars..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 3:07 am
Mull blinks and tilts his head back a bit as the other fiddled with his collar. "I've had the collar since I was a child. I feel naked without it being there. The attack that the collar is hiding is what happened one of the few times I've ever allowed it to be taken off." And this was true. Mull had had the collar ever since he was a young pup, yet, every time a shirt had been put on him, he'd torn it to shreds, never keeping one on for longer than a second.
"I'm not trying to hide it, if that's what you're asking. I just don't take this off without reason or without it being taken off me by someone else." He says, not sure if the other would accept his explination or not. "Although, if you want to see the full extent of the damage, feel free to take it off.." He says, his entire body still, as if waiting for Asher's decision on the matter.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2008 8:27 pm
"I see..." Asher lifted the collar to see what lay beneath, then left it alone. He had been given permission to take if off if he chose, despite Mull's strong desire to keep it on. "If I want it gone, I will tear it off," he smirked faintly, lifting his eyes to meet Mull's. The hybrid seemed to have gone as still as a deer. Perhaps the one who so vehemently attacked others was the one looking for a master to dominate him.
His claw slid lightly across the line of Mull's jaw, bringing back with it a single ruby-like drop of blood that glittered dimly in the firelight. If not for that, the wound might have gone unnoticed, as painless as the wound would be. The vampire licked the sharp claw clean and stepped away, leading. "Show me these other rooms... Surely you have other interesting things to show me."
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 12:45 pm
Mull stares at Asher for a moment, eyes noting the drop of blood on the other's claw. Blinking rapidly, one hand goes up to his jaw, as if searching for the wound the blood had come from. "Sure. Which did you want to see first? The basement, the kitchen, the bathrooms, or the bedrooms in general?"
He didn't seem at all phazed by the other's first response about the collar, merely tilting his head slightly at the statement.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 1:00 pm
The coon paused at the door, tail flicking a little as he considered a response. "Why not follow the rooms in order..." that way there would be nothing missed. He was still deciding exactly what to do about Mull.
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2008 2:27 pm
Mull thinks on this for a moment before motioning to the door off to the right of the fireplace. "Well, if we go in order, that would mean the kitchen first, since it is closer, then the basement, the library, the bedrooms, and the bathrooms, then the stairs leading up to the second floor. Unless you have a specific order in mind...?"
He flicks his eyes over to Asher, wondering what exactly the vampire was thinking, tails swishing silently behind him, wings flicking the tiniest bit on his back.
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