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 Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 12:33 am
This is a collection of self-rps between any combanation of my three characters; Amirite, Vachel, and Spades. Each post is a different roleplay and will be marked at the end of the post if they are finished.
Amirite could feel his jaw drop open as he stood in complete and utter shock regarding the scene laid out before him. He felt his stomach drop as his throat tightened put as his mind raced trying to figure how to react. At first he could only think of the shock that overwhelmed him that slowly transitioned into anger.
“What the hell,” he snarled approach the two canines with every intent of ripping the male’s throat out. “How dare you. You son of a b***h,” he growled teeth bared and claws ready. “You’re supposed to be my friend and you know how I feel so...” he shook his head, his whole body trembling.
--
Vachel looked up at the dark male with a smirk on his face. This was just what he’d been waiting for, he’d been wait for him to snap and the time had finally come. “What are you talking about?” He asked tilting his head and furrowing his brow as though he had absolutely no idea what the other male was saying.
“I’m just spending time with Spade,” he stated glancing over at the white female. “I thought you wanted me to get to know your family better.”
--
He snorted. So this was the real side of his so called best friend. a**. “You know that this is not what I meant,” he growled eyes narrowing. “You know exactly how I feel about...about her,” he struggled with his words glancing slyly at his mother. “And yet here you are, doing the exact thing that I told you never to do,” he shook his head in disgust.
“Friends don’t stab other friends in the back.”
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Spade couldn’t deny the fact that the whole situation confused her. She, obviously, was unaware of the feelings that Amirite kept skillfully hidden from her which was perhaps best for the both of them. Yet she still was perplexed by her son’s rash behavior towards his friend and perhaps the male she found herself growing all too attached to.
“Amirite, honey,” she began pushing herself up into a sitting position. “What’s going on? Why are you fighting with Vachel?” She asked tilting her head with a frown.
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Vachel had moved from sitting to standing prepared to fight back should he need to. “Spade, this is something that Amirite and I need to work out on our own,” he told her, eyes flickering over for just a brief moment. “Would you be a dear and give us a moment or two?” He asked calmly regarding the black male. He might have been an a** and hardly the best friend ever but he wasn’t about to let Spade know of her son’s unnatural and quite odd love for her.
“Please.”
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Spade was hesitant to leave but his tone of voice made her listen. “Very well,” she replied with a small sigh. She turned away from the two males and made her way back toward the cave they had been using since the family had gone their separate ways. Only Amirite had remained around and even then he came and went always with the promise of returning soon.
It was comforting although she never knew exactly what he was doing but she suspected it had something to do with Jachai.
For some reason, which she didn’t understand, Amirite HATED his father, he acted civil to the russet brown male whenever he was around but his demeanor and the look in his eye was slightly darker. She never questioned the black male, she figured it would be best to allow them to sort everything out.
Now, now she wasn’t sure that had been her best idea.
--
“You arrogant a**,” Vachel snarled the minute Spades was far enough away. “Do you have to make a goddamn scene?” He asked shaking his head in disgust. He sauntered closer to the darker male and whispered, almost directly in his ear, “or do you want mommy dearest to find out just how much you really love her?” He grinned darkly pulling back to avoid the possibility of the other male snapping his neck.
“I make her happy,” he began with a dramatic sigh, “and she makes me happy is that so wrong?” He glanced over at Amirite with a frown on his lips. “I can’t help it if we’re drawn to each other, do you really want your mother to remain alone and unhappy for forever?” He asked.
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Amirite wanted to tear the spotted male’s throat out and leave him there to die but he forced himself to bite his tongue and listen to what the other had to say. Did he not want his mother to find happiness? He loved her, so much, but he also was very aware that nothing could come of it. How selfish was he to deny her what she rightfully deserved?
He sighed in defeat. “Fine. Whatever.” And stalked off. He needed to cool down or he would do something he knew he’d regret. If they made each other happy then great, if the b*****d hurt his mother in any way shape or form? He’d tear the ******** limb from limb enjoying every minute of it.
The thought made him grin.
--
Vachel couldn’t help but feel smug. Amirite had no idea what he had planned and just how distressed his poor old mother would be once he seduced her and left. He loved causing other’s turmoil. In fact, he felt that it was his calling and the clover marked male couldn’t haven’t given him a better opportunity. It was perfect.
And the thought made him smirk.
Fin
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 10:46 am
Amirite sat beneath a tree, his eyes trained upon the couple a few yards away from him. He shook his head and felt his stomach turn over. They were disgusting and he hated them.
No, that wasn’t correct. He didn’t hate them, he hated him. He loved the female, so much and to see her with another male, well it was like some pulled a knife and stabbed him in the heart. He couldn’t help but be angry, to be frustrated.
Nothing would ever come from his relationship with the female, yet he couldn’t stop himself from wishing, from wanting. Right now...now he only wanted to storm over to them and beat the living daylights out of the spotted male but he forced himself to stay where he was.
He’d promised not to make another scene.
--
Vachel, who was curled around the sleeping female, lifted his head and looked across the landscape and found himself looking at the black canine. Even from a distance he could see the anger radiating from his body and it made him grin. He felt the corners of his lips turn upward in a dark grin.
He was enjoying this far too much.
Now knowing that he was being watched he turned his attention back to the female resting against him. He pressed his nose to her cheek softly before moving it to her neck smirking as she began to stir.
--
“Vachel,” she murmured looking up at him and rubbing her head beneath his chin. She was happy, whenever she was around the mainly white male she slept better. Her insomnia was practically tamed with him by her side. Sleep came so much easier for her.
When she had been with Jachai she had been able to rest a bit better, in the beginning. But soon after, perhaps after she had accepted that she had fallen in love with him, it came back with a vengeance. It hit her hard, making sleep near impossible and she often spent the hours that the russet brown male spent sleeping wandering around aimlessly.
“Good morning.”
--
Amirite struggled not to snarl as he watched, helplessly, as the other male touched Spades so tenderly. So personally. He felt like throwing up. He forced himself to look away, down at the ground.
Calm down, breath, and calm yourself, he instructed breathing in deeply. As he did so an idea formed in his head. A smile formed upon his lips as he lifted his head and made his way over to the couple.
“Hello mother, Vachel,” he greeted them pleasantly with a small nod.
--
Vachel scowled when he saw Amirite making his way towards them. That was not what he had been expecting and certainly not something that he wanted. He had planned on the other male to leave the area because he couldn’t stand being able to see them be lovey-dovey.
“Amirite,” he acknowledged merely glancing at him before turning his attention back to Spades. “Are you going to control yourself this time?” He asked without even looking up.
--
Spade turned her head towards her son, smiling. “Amirite,” she chirped pushing herself up to a sitting position, much to her companion’s annoyance. “Good morning love,” she told him standing and trotting over to him to nuzzle his neck.
“What brings you here?” She inquired pulling back.
--
Amirite returned her smile nuzzling her neck in return. It was moments like this that he treasured the most, once he had reach the age of a young adult his mother had stopped doting upon him. Since then he loved every minute that she did.
“I ran into Father the other day,” he began ignoring Vachel’s question. “He wished to see you again, but I told him that you had been very busy lately,” he stated. That wasn’t a lie, it seemed like all of her free time was spent around that a** of a male.
“He hopes that you’ll have a minute in the near future to chat with him again.”
--
Vachel narrowed his eyes when he was obviously ignored. He bit his tongue on responding, he couldn’t make a scene before Spades. He knew that Amirite was her favorite child, if only because of his devotion to her, and if he started anything. Well his hopes of getting with her would be dashed.
And he simply couldn’t have that, no it’d ruin everything.
“Father? You mean Jachai?” He said the name with obvious destain. He already had a bad feeling.
--
Spades nodded at his question, “I don’t know who else he would be referring to,” she shook her head trying not to laugh. Vachel could be so dense at times, it was cute. “He was looking for me?” She mumbled confused by this news.
They hadn’t spoken since their children had reached their adolescent. He had gone his own was and she hers. However she couldn’t say she didn’t miss him, she had loved him after all no matter what she told him. He still had a piece of her heart.
He always would.
“Of course, I will always have time for him.”
--
Amirite struggled not to show contempt for Vachel when he saw the way his features twisted in anger. Certainly he didn’t want another player in the game, one that would actually be a contender. One that stood a chance against him.
It made the black male grin.
“I will let him know then,” he replied happily stepping back from his mother. “It shouldn’t take me long to find him, he’ll probably be around in a day or two,” he stated turning away. “I’ll come and fetch you when he’s around.”
--
Spade could see that the news upset her companion. “Vachel, what’s wrong?” She asked frowning, ears flattening against her skull. She didn’t understand why he was upset. He didn’t know how she felt about Amirite’s father, that she never stopped loving him. That she told him that she loved the idea of him just to set him free.
Yet he was threatened?
“If you’d rather I didn’t go see him I won’t,” she stated biting her bottom lip.
--
Vachel shook his head, “don’t worry about it.” He stood up and put space between them. “It doesn’t matter,” he stated harshly. “You’re free to do as you want. Come find me after he’s gone,” he told her before he too turned and headed off in the opposite direction.
He didn’t like this one bit. The news just didn’t sit well with him. Damn that boy for meddling.
--
Spade sighed sitting, letting her tail curl around her paws. This was quite the predicament she found herself in. She couldn’t blame him for feeling threatened, yet at the same time it had never been decided that they were anything more than close friends.
She sunk down to get belly, resting her head on her paws. She had much to contemplate.
Fin
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