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 Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2005 8:16 am
Beat Fu  Name: Denien Blake
Partner: DemonTainted
DOB: 5.13.05
Generation 1 Special
This journal belongs to DemonTainted for the roleplay of his pets, specificaly his Vampire Denien, who was a gift to him from the Rebies crew. You must receive his permission to post.(So says the wench of the sexy vampires adoptables...)
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 8:38 pm
Word Of Warning, More of Caution:
Unlike regular, pet journals, this will lack just about every facet of the nice and neatly organized crap.
If you wish to Post and RP with me and my pet, please PM me first, along with a sample of your roleplay skills and tell me if you plan to bring in one of your own wee pets for a visit...
That aside, this post will house fanart and other pictures of both Denien and myself, along with any of Denien''s friends... depending on if I even let him make any... damned possessive I be...
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 8:40 pm
PETS!
Here is where imgs of any other pets that I may or may not ever have, will go... For I dislike the idea of several individual journals when I could have but one, nice and large one. Lucien : Sennyo - Dark Nymph Jik & Nik : Inner Fairy - Twins Nemesis : Mysteria - Custom Ghul : Phantasmium - Pet Trade Aldred : Starlets - Custom Odysseus : Little Monsters - Custom Blakely : Guiding Souls - Custom Nerrain : Pundus - Pet Trade
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 8:44 pm
The Profiles... of me... and any other me's...
 Basic Bio of the Idiot behind the Gaian Name: DemonTainted NickNames: Demon, DT, D', Atticus, DRF, and mean b*****d Age:20-25.... guess, but never will I tell! Hght: 5'10 Zodiac: Borderline Pisces/Aries Likes:Any and all things shiny, BDSM, yaoi, possessive bastards, silence, SLEEP, necks, pulses, hands, and occasionally the nicely muscled set of arms... Dislikes:Phones, Telephones, Cellphones, Cordless phones, cordphones, PHONES OF ANY KIND, loud- obnoxious noises, overly peppy individuals, bad-played attention whores... and people that report others for excessive ********, s**t, b*****d, a*****e, c**t, dyke, f**, and p***s are just words people... they can't physically hurt you!) Retardations: I seem to have trouble opening a variety of doors... There is a specific character I tend to use when I RP, he has the same basic stats save for hght, wght, and species... in which below is what it be... Species: Werewolf
Hght: 6'7
Wght: (just enough to suffocte you I'm guessing.)
Abnormal Traits:
The difference with this RP character is that he is a full size larger than a fully grown human male; and correctly proportioned as such too. Which I'm sure, would lead anyone to believe he'd be a bit stronger than average e.e; (But not a ******** incredible Hulk rip-off, alright?)
In wolf form he's roughly the size of a mini-cooper with black fur and yellow/gold eyes... again correctly proportioned except according to a fully grown wolf(clearly)
Factoids:
Due to his large size, D' has mild claustorphobia, which is enhanced when in wolf form... e.e;
Once a powerful Ulfric in a high-ranking pack... but was exhiled for reasons unknown.
Is, a womanizing jackass that also goes after men... so no sex is safe.
He only has three things on his mind at any given time: Beer, Meat, and Sex
Is well known for hating cats, but not nearly as much for his loath of faeries.
Was once cursed by a Brujah; which is why he can never find his pants in the morning if he didn't happen to sleep with them on the night before...
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 8:48 pm
Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 8:40 pm[x] Sure, at the top of this page, it shows Denien in his own little bed... but that's not true, the little tyke sleeps in mine. No, I am not a *****, I've seen enough of Jerry Springer to set me off that branch of sexiness. And yes, I consider a variety of things in branches of 'sexiness' But that is beside the point; I came into possession of little Denien a scant few days ago, somewhat of a gift, if you will. I don't believe I will ever understand some of the more intricate vampire traditions; but such does not bother me. I have Denien and that is all that matters to me. As for the rest of you, you can go ******** yourselves. Still don't know much about the kid, he sleeps nearly as much as I do; and, loves to cuddle. That's a big plus in my book. I love cuddling, it just makes my day every time Denien snuggles up all close to me and s**t. Don't the rest of you go thinking I'm a big softy or anything stupid like that- the only reason I'm nice to Denien is because he's mine. Mine.And don't you ever think otherwise or I'll rip your legs off and beatchya to death with'em. "Demo...?""Go back to sleep Denien, sun's still up." I love it when he just yawns all cute-like then snuggles back down under the covers and throws a tiny arm over my waist, nuzzling his head into my side... Damn, I am a ******** softy. But only to what's mine!
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 8:50 pm
Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 4:25 pm (RPage posts may also be disconnected with continually switching viewpoints... ie: first, second, third, and omnipresent... or something.)"Demo...?""Yes, shortstuff?" "Can I- uh... can I-""Spit it out already." "Can I take a bath?"Odd kid... very odd kid. "Sure, after I get out and dry-" "I mean with you."Correction, a little disturbing kid... a very disturbing little kid. "Um... alright..." If I didn't know myself as good as I do, I'd have said the end of that sounded kind of squeeky. But it wasn't. Dear lord that boy can tear his clothes off pretty damned fast, now can't he? Like a bloody whirlwind or something, shoes, socks, pants, shirts... flying everywhere... now he's reachin' for his knickers and- "Wait!" I yelped that time... honest to goddess I ********' yelped. Good listener my wee vampire brat... very good listener... well partially since he already has one leg out. Nice pale skin the kids got but the shorts stay on. Just because I have a rather nicely endowed p***s does not mean I enjoy seeing another one... maybe not so well hung considering relative age- but all the same, I prefer my cocks to be of legal age, spankyouverymuch. "The shorts stay on or you can bathe solo.... alright?" Denien seemed to take a very long time before answering, and twice as long to slide his leg back into his shorts. "Good, now you can hop in." Really wish I hadn'ta said that... kid just about made a bloody tidal wave. God- does he have to cuddle even in the tub?! "Demo, will you wash my hair?"He has the gall to arch his back and blink them big, golden eyes at me. The godamned cheeky little b*****d! I'll kill'em! ...after I wash his hair!
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 8:52 pm
Posted: Thu May 19, 2005 6:59 am Was teachin' Denien to read today... seemed very keen on me reading it aloud instead of him. Said it helped him understand it better or something, I kinda doubt it, but I can't be sure since I don't have any brats or anything remotely kid-like to base my opinions off of. Although I must admit to being a little more than doubtful of his case when he'd take long glances at me, and then the book. A little creepy, but maybe that just comes with taking care of a vampire... I seriously wish the brat would stop doing that. He keeps hugging my left arm, periodically. Particularly when I read aloud one of the racier bits of Ichi Ichi Make-out Paradise. It is beginning to make me wonder... I mean I don't feel anything... you know- like that I mean... so I shouldn't have cause to worry... right? I think his breathing just picked up again. Yes, again. He breathes kinda funny sometimes... either when he's sleeping with me or bathing with me. And yes... Denien no longer allows me to take my baths alone, he ******** demands that I let him join too. Well not in so many words, but he gets a stubborn look in his eye and along the set of his jaw that just about hints he will win this round even if he has to scream his bloody ears off. He usually isn't a very vocal kid... so I let him win a bit. Just a bit, mind you. ... even though I haven't managed to bathe alone since the first time I let him in.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 8:54 pm
Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 10:55 pm "What now kiddlet?" Didn't have a clue what to do with kids and to be honest, I had one bitching headache, a sore back, and felt ********... So any stretch of entertainment that had me moving from my prone position on my overly large bed... was not going to happen anytime soon. Feeling tiny hands grasping onto my pantleg, and pulling; I naturally began to get worried... but when I felt the bed dip with the weight of child... whom was currently hanging onto the hem of my pants, (most likely with which to steady his climb onto the bed) My worry faded, kid just needed help onto the bed, and apparently my pants proved a good climbing rope of sorts. It would seem that I relaxed a moment too soon for the next thing I knew the air was expelled from my lungs and then recieving a larger than life view of Denien, sitting astride my upper chest. Not always a comfortable position but considering how little Denien weighed, I wasn't going to be complaining of a lack-of-breath anytime soon. Quite curious as to why the brat had decided to sit on me though. "Denien... what gives?" The child in question gave a rather cute frown. "What?" Did I do something wrong? Was there something in my teeth? Did I smell bad? Godamnit what the bloody ******** style="color: indigo">"You called me Denien." he spoke in low, subdued tones. That... ...was it? I called the brat by his name and he got all pouty? "It is your name." "But you hardly ever call me Denien."Fangface seemed to be quite upset over that, seemed he didn't like it when he was called by his given name... odd kid. Must be some weird angst thing with vampires. Change of subject, doubt the munchkin planted his butt on my body to get picky over names. "Fine, shortstuff~ but mind tellin' me what you did mount me for?" "I'm hungry."Right... foodstuffs... blood, or, you know, human food... the kid was capable of eating both. But I'm too ******** tired to bother to go off to the kitchen and make anything and I doubt Denien would be capable of finding, letalone making anything on his own. Guess that left only one option for now. "Then pick a spot and suck till your full; too tired to get up and cook something." Can't say I'm quite favorable of that look he's giving me now... looked... pleased, maybe even... nah~ Wasn't likely... the brat wouldn't, would never! ...He would, the little twerp would wait, bide his time, even help wear him out until he was too tired. The little b*****d had wanted to suck him off! Not like that you Bloody stupid INGRATES! Didn't have time to stew over the scheming little prat because the next thing I know~ BAM! Well, more like a sharp, biting sting, really. No pun intended. Most puns are horrible and disgustingly predictable. But back to the brief pain sensation in the neck, followed by a rather pleasant suction, drawing blood from neck to mouth in slow, languid sips. Denien was already a natural at the whole blood-sucking thing. Tiny hands gripped my hair and the nape of my neck while the rest of his small body spread out in a reclining position. Not even a brat could stay in a bent-over sitting pose for long... bloody uncomfortable it was half the time. After a time, the suction lessoned, and bloodflow slowed to a dribble; Denien's head lifted long enough to curl himself half on the bed and half on my chest; a pointed ear laying directly over my heart. The t**t. Had the nerve to just fall asleep without so much as a bloody 'thank you' or 'I'm sorry for plotting and waiting for you to be too tired and weak to move so I could suck your blood'. If I weren't twice as tired as I was before the feeding, I'd box his godamned elfy-looking ears. The cheeky lit tle piece of shhh...
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 8:59 pm
Posted: Tue May 24, 2005 6:06 pm Ugh... Oh god... how am I going to explain this? If I told him the truth, then he'd expect a full explaination... and the kid seems to think that he owns me half the time, and not the other way around. So... naturally when I told Denien that I would be going to get my hair dyed, (can't stand it being one color for too long), he believed me and wanted to go along. I managed to dissuade him... telling him that it would take awhile and that I'd also be running a few errands. Things that would not be fun for him to do... especially during the daytime, his skin is still ultrasensitive to sunlight so when he burns, it's like fried chicken on a bad day. Of course I told him what errands I'd be doing, to assure the tyke that I would be gone for a stretch... among those errands, clothes shopping, foodstuffs, art supplies, books, and all that other s**t too. I just forgot to mention that I'd be stopping at a wonderful little bar of mine for some rough, hot, and generally wild sex. Only so many days a man can go without even masturbation, letalone sex. Didn't make it any easier on me with the brat heckling me to all know how. So... got my hair dyed all nice and silvery-like, did all the shopping and s**t, had a ******** night of sex- or day, really, but that's beside the point. Thinkin' I'm all on the sly with Denien none the wiser. And what the With a bloody tag on it from the sweet piece of meat that I'd ******** hours before! No idea where she got the damned thing and then the kid walks in and hops on the chair next to the counter; clearly having already read the card and examined the egg... for them big golden eyes are all for me right now. "Who did ya' spend the night with?"Shhhyyeeeiiiiit.When would this thing hatch anyway? Would it be faster if he were to pop it in the microwave for a few minutes or something? "I spent the night with some femme after I got done with everything, figured you'd be alright by yourself..." I hope the kid don't ask what I think he's going to- "What did you do all ******** did vampires have to be curious about these things?
"We played checkers."
There.
Dead sentence, end of conversation, I think I'm hungry for some scrambled eggs right now.
Which is why I'm probably busying myself in the kitchen, studiously avoiding Denien's eyes.
Damnit.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 6:40 pm
Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2005 7:25 pm Well... that egg thing is under one of those heating lamps on the bedstand. It's beginning to worry me with its lack of movement... for all I know the damned thing could be plotting my demise. I have a lot of s**t to do and I don't need some blasted egg to try and off me! Who the hell else would calm my loony drunk of an uncle, down when he goes on one of those kiddlet killing sprees of his? The godamned prat has had several of them in the past month because everytime he turns around, their is twice as many sets of eyes gawking at him then there was before. But that could be because G' hasn't stopped drinking since he found them in his mansion. Which reminds me that I need to set up another get together to free up some space, and return what little sanity my uncle has left with a few kiddlets less then what he started out with. "Demo... what're you thinking about?"I can't stop that sissy little smile from upturning my lips. The kid has gotten bigger, all cute like and s**t... with them big yellow eyes and long purple hair that he keeps up in a small ponytail. Damnit, I sound like a ********' girl. "Just about that crazy uncle of mine, is all." I grin at Denien's lil' pout. Seems to think the world revolves around his cute little a**, more like that I'm supposed to, really. Just 'cause I share bathe and shower space with the brat doesn't mean I'm thinkin' about him at all hours of the day. A few at night though, but that's beside the point. "What about him...?"Uh-oh... I've heard that tone before, that has never bode well for me in the past, nosiree... That tone of voice meant he was borderline pissed, kinda jealous. Brat's been a bit possessive of me since the incident several days ago... made sure to keep tabs on me whenever I went out; 'specially since the kid has developed a stronger immunity to sunlight. Never lets me out of his sight, actually. Beginning to make me wonder who's wearing the pants in this little relationship we have. "Just that I need to set up a few more appointments to see if I can clear out uncle GD's mansion a bit, you know, get rid of some of those pipsqueeks that invaded several weeks back?" There. That should nullify 'im enough. Enough to stop eye-balling me like that. Like he's disappointed in me or something. I didn't do s**t, so stop giving me that look, squirt!
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 6:43 pm
Posted: Wed Jun 01, 2005 7:55 pm I did something remarkeably stupid today. Stupendously stEwpid. With that specific spelling. I let Denien spend some time with my uncle, GD... a thirty-eight year old drunk who hates kids. Strange thing about him and Denien though, he never showed the barest scant of inclination of so much as disliking the bloodsucking little b*****d. Not even a teensy weensy bit! So, when Denien oh-so-inocently approaches me the night before last and asks if he can spend some time with my uncle... I think nothing of it. As a matter of fact, I helped the little brat pack while mentally going through my list of shagbuddies... seeing which would most likely be available for the next couple of days. Again... helped the squirt pack, then shoved him off into GD's godforsaken skyblue limo. (Don't ask... just don't even ask, I don't so YOU will not.) Three days later and... I'm really godamned ******** style="color: indigo">"Does this look alright Demo...?" Oh... God. I'm... ******** flushed. Excess baggage. No bits no bants. Oh dear sweet <******** BEER. Why did my godamned INSANE and derranged uncle let him get those boots! or even that top?! Why the hell did he even let him out in public with those eat-me-boots on?!?! Are you testing my faith my lovely lord and lady? Have I proved UNWORTHY?! Is it because of the women? The men? WHY MUST YOU TORMENT ME SO!?!? "Demo... are you alright?""Y-Yes..." My, that came out rather... squeeky. But how can my voice be anything but~? Especially when he's wearing those theigh-high eat me laceup boots?! Every bit of pale and blue skin is scarcely covered; as if the world's shortest pair of leather shorts could be any tighter on Denien's... Denien's... Deni... "Are you sure?""Very" Good.... that came out manly... with a wretched coughing fit. I think my nose is running. That's funny, I don't have a cold ********' lady- what is that?! Is... is that my blood? I'm bleeding? From my nose? I have a ******** bloody nose! My god when the hell did that happen? It's his fault. All of it, ever since I got my hands on Denien I've had one set of troubles after another, and then when he comes home looking all... hott and... sexy, and... and... no. No. NO. You are not tempted by his sexy legs, fine a**, and bare lithe arms... nor are you tempted by the naked flesh of his abdomen. Nosiree... see? His neck is covered! And half of his chest in a sleaveless, black turtleneck... halfshirt. Half is good right? Right? What's that saying, more is less and less is good or something...? Anyone? .... help me.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 6:45 pm
Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2005 10:48 pm DT leaned back in his computer chair, a frown on his face. He was growing quite dissapointed with some of these... events, taking place. They lacked depth and caring for these little bastards, some of them... still teenagers, they were. Left-clicking on the video-feed of a silver-haired child, a pair of blue eyes narrowed in thought. He knew his uncle GD didn't want the little bastards to be in his place and all, and threatened them with bodily harm for ruining his liquor supply... but he didn't want the kids to have a s**t life with some random person that just happened to show up at his place. D' knew this because his uncle had casually inquired about the brats during one of his more quiet, drunken moods. Forget that he had also mentioned that he was no longer planning to restrain the gardner from smacking the kids with the rake anymore because that was the last time he'd tolerate a bottle of ruined vodka. An arm now around Denien's middle, (the brat having plopped his cute a** in his lap a few moments ago) DT minimized the open window and clicked open the next; this one showing a dark-skinned, silver-eyed child posing in front of a mirror. "Cute kid... but the guardian doesn't seem very..." Denien trailed off lightly, choosing his words and tone, very, carefully. "I know what you mean..." D' trailed off, left hand caressing Denien's bare hip, absently. "But ********... this is getting depressing." he muttered, setting Deni' on his feet, rising from his chair to stretch. He then proceeded to slip into his black, 'dead bunny' slippers while grabbing a pack of smokes and his lighter. "Those things will kill you." Denien commented idly, head tilted to the side as he watched DT move about. "Not before you and my uncle." he replied, closing the door behind him as he sat himself on his stoop, lighting up.
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 6:47 pm
Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 7:34 pm It's been a week and nearly all hell has broken loose... or so to speak. Not only does my uncle now have to deal with a bunch of kids wrecking his place... he now had some dozen plus unnatural eggs clearly not from chickens to deal with. Of course the butler is doing his level best to get rid of them before GD figures out that he isn't just imagining things from his drunken stupor... Well... at least Denien is over at the manison, of which I'm beginning to think isn't such a good thing anymore. He goes over there a lot and comes back in more and more outrageously provocative outfits... I am beginning to worry that I may be developing carpal tunnel syndrome because of it. From typing! That's all! But anywho... that egg thingy hatched... into an odd creature somewhere between a child and a teenager... which is kind of odd. Named him Lucien, and he seems to be a right clingy b*****d... for he has yet to relinquish my left arm for some time now. I don't think he knows how to speak yet... or he's simply trying to spite me with feigned ignorance everytime I try to shower alone... The b*****d. Kent... yes Kent, he doesn't really live at my place but resides at the mansion and looks after the brats and tries to keep 'em in line... hn... haven't really heard much from him in awhile. But I don't mind, gives me less to worry about, whenever that redhead is around, Denien gets real quiet; that and he practically radiates blind fury... or something. Which in most cases, I wouldn't notice, but when a room suddenly drops twenty degrees and shadows start flickering all over the place... it's usually a pretty good clue as to what's going on...
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 6:48 pm
Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2005 1:33 am It's in the AM... still can't sleep. Could be due to the fact that Denien is still missing from my bed... Or, you know, not. Lucien is truly an oddball, he still clings to my arm but I've managed to get him to remove his boots, which is a good thing... because the bugger kept stepping on my toes... Oh s**t. Lucien's doing it again. He's giving me that look. It has never once ended well for me when he's given me that look, that very look that he happens to be giving me right now... "No..." "I mean it, no!" s**t, them purple eyes don't even look phased in the slightest. "No! Bad ********... that didn't even make him give pause! But it always did before! "Lucien... I'm serious this time, no mee eaaAGH!" Bloody stupid animal! I knew there was something fundamentally wrong with it when it hatched from its ******** egg wearing boots for ******** sake! ARGH! I wonder if I play dead... will it stop nibbling on my neck...? "YEOWCH! That ******** hurt you ******** t**t bit my neck! And drew blood! The ******** t**t!
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 6:52 pm
Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 9:13 pm Ugh... things have been above and beyond hell in a hand basket lately. After finding that strange kid a new home, things were quiet. For a good ******** three seconds... Lucien still clings to me at every given moment... except when he happens to be eating or sleeping. He's currently sleeping so shut the ******** up and keep the noise down. Last thing I want to do is wake him up. But other than that, I've taken to carrying around that weird egg with the funny markings on it... which is kind of messed up since I didn't carry Lucien around with me. Maybe it's because I don't know where it came from? Eh, ********, who knows? Other than the bizare-o egg, which I'm kinda playing catch with at the moment... (great fun by-the-by) Back at the mansion, me and Lye managed to narrow down the main three troublemakers that have been causing such a stir lately. Lye? He's my uncle's body-guard, knew 'im since I was munchkin; he's uh... a bit... different from your average body-guard... he's half lion... now, we're not quite sure how his parents managed it... but then again, we haven't been too keen on asking about the mechanics. As for the troublemakers, the lead brat is Kayna, a pushy little b*****d that has naturally pointy hair... which, in my opinion, is a sign of his satanic birthright... the bratty mongrel! Then there's Kayna's muscle, Jaine... don't be decieved by the girly name, the kid is one crafty sonofabitch... afterall, he's the one that has managed to filch my uncle's liquor from his own godamn belt on numerous occasions. The last one is a bit of a rogue, his name's Squire, and he's the one that gives the maids the trouble... seeing as how the little perv is a skirt-chaser. I actually caught him making plans to go find Ms. Cummings a few times... that and breaking into the Maids's private rooms to steal their underwear... It's quite a ******** trip, this whole thing but- "s**t!" ... Almost dropped the egg that time... good thing I caught it in the nic' of time. Wish I could say the same of that coffee table I just broke. Oh well... I didn't like it that much anyway.
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