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 Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 9:08 am
The night was cold and a mist coated the air. Jacques Deshoulières liked it this way even if it meant a lot of his prey would be sheltered some where out of his reach. He had yet to give up hope for a meal this night though. Some where out there he swore he could hear the steady thump as a heart beat pulsed blood through someone's veins.
Jacques licked his fangs in anticipation and hunger for the red elixir that called to him in every waking moment of his life. It was his addition and curse, his only current reason in life being to suck the life from others. Would he find another purpose or was this doomed to be his only one for life? Either way he was happy with it so far.
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 10:37 pm
 Kessling blinked as the darkness outside her leafy lair deepened. It was dark. Therefore it was time to wake up. She couldn't remember the last time she strode out in the sunlight and let the radiant wind lift her hair. Somehow the sun held less meaning for her now. For one thing there was no one to share it with her and for another it hurt her now delicate eyes. She lifted her dark eyes to the night breeze. There was no reason she couldn't go into sunlight. She just didn't bother to. Kessling stood and felt the forest through her hooves. Well she tried too, if there was noone out there then there would be nothing to feel, hear, smell or see. She paused, was that hoofbeats?
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Posted: Tue Oct 25, 2011 9:41 pm
Jacques sniffed the air, there was someone near by. He hissed with excitement, the hunt was on. Now would it be a struggle or could he silver tongue his way into drinking the blood of what ever fool was up this late.
He turned to the direction of the smell a began to track it, moving silently as he possibly could through the grasses and past the trees. Jacques was getting closer now he could tell it was a mare. Which meant it would be all the easier for him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2011 9:44 pm
Kessling yawned and decided that she wasn't in a good mood. She set off to look for slugs to squish. They were her least favorite being. She strode over to a pile of leaf little and began flipping over the possible slug hiding places. They were damp and undecomposed so slugs adored then. She had flattened three already when she heard what could be hoof beats.
"Hrm... an extra large slug?" she pondered to herself as she found a fourth slimeball to destroy.
I should come with a warning sign when I'm in one of these moods... she thought. Kessling looked up as the waving branches of her dwelling signaled another Azrein's arrival.
"And what might I ask do you want?" She slowly examined her guest.
She started at his hooves and cocked her head at the white cuffs. What odd attire. She skimmed up the shapely legs and the broad, strong chest. Up the sinuous black neck, over the fangs to the eyes. Wait, what? Fangs? What the hell was he? Would she be considered lunch?
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