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 Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 8:07 pm
Chest puffed, he quickly shoved a paw to her face and took back what was rightfully his, taking every bit of joy out of it as his vision faded back into normal, his eyes blazing all the brighter at taking something away from her. The minute his paws had left the mirror, it turned into smoke, dissipating in the wind.
"Alright, time's up."
He wouldn't dignify her with an answer to her question. What would be the point in knowing colors when you can't see anyway? He may have been bitter, but it was all he could manage, and boy, was he going to milk it.
"Your wish is granted, so I'll take my leave."
Then came a thought: what if something happened to her...?
He cringed, the warm feeling bringing bile to his throat at looking at her.
His tone held no warmth in the next moment; he wouldn't allow it.
"...We're going back to the shop. Or your home. Pick."
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Posted: Thu Nov 22, 2012 10:44 am
Calais didn't act quick enough to suppress a whimper when the sight was stripped from her and once more she found herself in darkness. If there hadn't been a price so steep... Course, how could she have known? She might have been hideous, then sight would have only made her more miserable. As it were, she had learned to live a happy life. She'd gotten employed with a human who loved electric music as much as she did, she had fun times, she had an apartment -which was cheaper without turning on the lights- and she lived fairly normal. All without her sight. She didn't need it before, she didn't need it now.
Especially when the only thing missing, love, was standing right before her now. Yeah, she knew he was pissed. Oh well. Deal with it, Demon.
Oh, yeah. "What's your name?" Cal asked, turning to make her way out of the graveyard. She knew the feel of it by heart, and easily navigated the stones and graves, taking care not to let a single paw fall too close to a burial patch. She wasn't sure where to go once they reached the gate... Shop? Did she really want to know? And, did she really want to take this demon back to her home? What if he wove bad things in her walls, making it a miserable place to be? ... Nah, he loved her. He may hate her deep down, but from his hesitation to leave her she knew her wish was winning.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 3:20 pm
He growled. Wretched little-
"Jayy.... You can call me Jayy."
He sucked air through his teeth. Since WHEN does he give his name to ANY mortal?! This... This was hell. She could gauge information from him, and he didn't like it. Not one bit.
But he had started to follow her, gone so far as to touch lightly on her arm to help her side-step a stone, only to pull away as if he'd been burned. This was ridiculous! The hatred he had for this female was there, he knew it. But it was a desperate attempt to keep it on the surface, and he found it much easier to just follow the female and seethe, rather than force demons to n** at her heels like he'd rather do.
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Posted: Mon Dec 03, 2012 3:57 pm
She was a little surprised he had actually given a name, and even more surprised when he offered assistance maneuvering the graves. Seems he really did what he said, he actually granted what a Noodle wished for. Much more useful than stars or the clock at 11:11.
Calais smiled. "Well, Jayy, while I don't really trust you in my home... I'll admit I don't really want to see anywhere you reside either." She sighed, shaking her head. "So I guess it's my place... This way." Cal nodded the direction and started walking, feeling around her for his every movement. She made her self ultra aware of Jayy, the way his muscles moved the air around him, the faint scent of his breath, every emotion that roiled off his body. Most of those emotions made her want to dart into the night and try to hide from him. Yeah, she was scared of the demon. He was, after all, a demon. She'd be loco not to be afraid. But, Calais knew her fear gave him power... and right now, she seemed to be the one in control.
Briefly, she thought about letting him go. Telling him to get lost, to never bother her again. She thought about asking to strike a deal, she'd let him go in exchange for sight. It wasn't her smartest move, binding a demon to her. Even if he was forced to feel love for her... Love. Who knew, maybe he'd warm up to her? She was a lovable Noodle after all, right?
"Where do you come from?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 8:20 pm
He followed her step for step, attempting to make her as uncomfortable as possible with his presence since she had her wish. She would get more than what she'd asked for until he was free, and then she could face punishment as he saw fit.
Her question came as no surprise to him, and he huffed lightly, "Nowhere unexpected, if that's what you're trying to get at. I'm sure you're well aware of where I heed."
He was avoiding the question, but he was answering it as well. He had no intention of sharing a bigger bond with the tricky female than he already had, and if he could slide by with minimal answers, they would be his best defense.
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 1:49 pm
The vixen rolled her eyes. Granted, it was kind of pointless on her end, but it always seemed to irritate others who saw her do it. Kind of like wordless back talking, and just as dangerous as such for a kit to do to her mom. Of course, she doubted there would be any repercussions now, Jayy seemed to be doing all he could to make her suffer already.
"Ahhh, love, you might as well relax a little. Trust me, darling, I've thought about possible options and none of them that involve letting you go end well for me. I have to think about myself first, naturally~" Gah, she felt like such a horrible Noodle. Cal wasn't oblivious to the fact she'd stooped close to his level on this one... her only comfort was that it was him or her, and just like she said, she had to think of herself first in a fox-eat-fox world.
For much of the rest of the way, Cal kept quiet and simply felt. She focused on feeling his air, then on manipulating her own. She even tried to subtly push things on Jayy like he did to her, soft things, like a tickle on his cheek or a warmth on his chest. Of course, all the while she had to make sure they were even going the right way. Luckily, she could feel her own aura when they got close to her place, something that always helped her find her way home. "I'm sure I don't have to tell you that we're close..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 08, 2013 2:23 pm
It took all that Jayy was made of not to gag at the pet names she kept tossing at him, almost as if here were a familiar or a kit! He did his best to bite his tongue, however. He would have his day, she wouldn't keep him forever and he could sense as much.
When she began manipulating the arias he did, he built a wall towards it, but not before she had her fun in making him turn a dark crimson from a slight brush. Damn, damn, damn!
When she mentioned being close, rather than use more power and find it on his own, he read her instead, picking up on the subtle hints in the air.
And he heated them ever so lightly, just enough to be noticable.
"If you try anything, even this... disgusting 'love' won't save you..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 2:03 pm
Cal put on a look of innocence. "Me? Try something? Never." Stopping at a crosswalk, the vixen lifted her nose and perked her ears. When she was certain the path was clear, she crossed the street and followed the air to her apartment.
Being close enough to feel her way without paying much attention, Calais let her thoughts wander back to Jayy. Gently, she prodded at the barrier he put up against her, finding it almost cute. Where would they go from here? She was pretty sure he'd just leave her at the apartment and go on his way, but when would she see him again? Yes, he was a demon. Yes, he was pure evil. Yes, the love was as fake as the flamingo's in the complex's yard.
Not the gnomes, though. Those suckers were real. And scarier than Jayy could ever be.
But, being a very hopeful Noodle, Cal let herself wonder if that love might actually grow to be real one day. She was certain her biggest problem with finding companionship -be it friend or more- was that no one stuck around her long enough for more than one conversation. She could know now it wasn't because she was a ugly hairball with markings of fluffy tentacles on her sides. She was never mean or nasty to anyone, so she was sure it wasn't that either. Whatever the reason, no one ever got to know her. But now, maybe... maybe Jayy would. And maybe one day she'd release him and he'd stay with her anyway. Until then, she'd just enjoy what she could ge-
WHAM!
With a startled cry, Cal's nose hit the stairs. "How the f---?!" For a second, all she could think was how on earth she was so lost in thought that she missed one of the steps. Then her nose started to burn and feel a bit wet. Tenderly, she reached a paw up to dab at it and winced. Yup. That was going to be awful sore in the morning...
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 4:08 pm
Jayy knew she was bleeding before he looked in her direction, the scent of blood hitting him harder than a semi ever could.
He was over her in an instant, moving so fast that even the shadows that licked at his heels were dispersing and trying to reform in the chaos, turning into dark and misted shapes.
He had her in his arms, a hiss through his teeth.
The door had been ripped open; no time for locks in his eyes.
He pressed her lightly onto the couch and had taken seconds to grab a rag, run water on it, and start dabbing the femme's nose.
And it would take him moments after to realize what he was doing, the concern radiating off of him in waves, before he would pull away as if burned, growling lowly.
He shoved the rag into her paw and snapped, "Hold it to your nose, unless you want me to devour you from the scent of blood."
He whisked himself to the door, but he could feel it.
He has struck something up within her that was... hope?
Disgusting.
"You're home... that was all I plan to do. Mistress."
The last hit below the belt he could find, a weak one at that, and he was gone, dispersed in his own cloud of hatred.
He would leave her with no time to reply, much ask the question that he himself could not answer.
Why?
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