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 Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 3:56 pm
He was silent for a long while, setting his chin to his palm with a heavy sigh. Technically, it wasn't his fault he was a vampire...so why bother going with the nicknames?
"Vampire." he corrected, though he knew what Marks meant--he just didn't like the degrading names at all. It bothered him...for some reason, even if he was used to such...accusations that he was such a bad person to taking the life from others.
Okay, so he was a bad person for doing that, but he had to do it to live.
He smirked, "I've had a few good fights for food, but I'm not the human..same-'breed' feeder as most others are."
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 5:59 pm
Marks rolled his eyes and said no more on the subject - if someone wanted to argue terminology, that someone was probably Three Eyes and he'd let them do the talking. If there was one thing he and the 'unicorn' agreed on (besides the fact that his younger brother was an a*****e) it was that 'vampire' or any other fancy word the race concocted for itself was pretentious and misleading when dealing with the mortal types. Well... actually, Marks just liked to get that edge out of vampires who knew they'd been insulted on some level. It amused him.
But... er... what? "You don't feed on humans?" he echoed, "...Why?" sort of incredulous but not in a loud, abrasive way.
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Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 10:50 pm
He shook his head, "Nope," he smirked, "Only when they come to me to be 'changed'. I get donated blood from hospitals--sometimes the random animals, too," he nodded, assuring the other male.
"I dont see why I should feed on the living human--I know how it is to feel that pain. Though, drinking the blood of donations is like drinking out of a living human...just colder."
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 2:15 am
This was... interesting. And a little like the wimp Three Eyes had been, not to mention that dysfunction Rob had had with the problems keeping down any sort of blood at all. Plus the fact that Samael seemed to want to reassure him (which was funny). Apparently it wasn't obvious. Why should it be?
As stated. This could be interesting. "You don't feel that pain anymore," he pointed out, "You're not them, Sammie - why bother sympathizing? You're a predator. Why don't you hunt?" Not a curious tone, not simply inquisitive - a provocation, dark amusement.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 2:44 am
He grinned, "I hunt. Sometimes. When I get bored," he shrugged, "I find it easier to get a donated meal. And, there's no chance of a random, new vampire popping up if I dont kill the..thing. Whatever it might be." Frowning a bit, he arched a brow.
"You seem quite...interested in my eating patterns," he had a slightly..suspicious tone, half worried that this guy would try to harm him if he kept going. Not that he cared, really, since he was cocky enough to put up a fight, if needed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 12:10 pm
Easier? Didn't it just jive against the internal nature of a vamp to take handouts when the option of tracking something down remained open? Or maybe that's just been him. ...Nope. Hadn't. Sammie was weird.
And... hunh, new way of vampires waking up and walking about from how Samael described it, which meant that not going around biting might actually be a method of keeping a handle on one's territory, cutting down on the amount of kids one had to toss (permanently) out of the way should they get too rowdy.
"Curiosity," Marks said with a grin that was more a baring of teeth, "You're something of a freak in my books, Sammie. Just trying to put things together."
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 12:24 pm
He loved to hunt. But, he had settled himself to donations, mainly because he didn't want to spark up the taste for frightened, boiling human blood. It was tasty, but if he got addicted--lord knew what would happen, and what would pop up.
He smirked deviously, "Well," he began, "I guess being a freak isn't a bad thing. Gives other's entertainment." He consulted himself a bit, though he didn't really care. Contented with just being able to wander without someone wanted to hack his head off was good enough for him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 8:33 pm
"That your calling, then?" Marks prodded with raised brow, "To be the mob's demonic sweetheart? Christ," he rolled his eyes and took a drink. Something about this kid was just really off. Not in the survival tactics sorta way either, just... bothered him. As it'd always bothered him, angered him as a vampire when others had refused their nature. No use whining and cringing about it - however strongly one chose to do that, either by actually crying or channeling it elsehow - you were a ******** predator. Something strong and dark not to be messed with but by those who were too stupid, full-of-it or suicidal to help themselves.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 3:58 pm
"Mm," he smirked towards the others, "Sweetheart? I dont believe so," he replied, and took another sip of his own drink, finding this quite amusing, as it were. He smirked, baring the very tips of his large fangs, which nearly dripped over his pale lower lip.
Predator, yes. he was one. And he'd step up if he had to, but he'd rather keep himself alive, than go about destroying others, just to feed his bottomless hunger for blood-feasting. He let out a light murr, "You seem bothered by it, still," he taunted, and focused his eyes towards the other, giving a rather...wicked smile, though somehow, he tried to pass it off as a warm one.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 5:30 pm
...No, still not getting this guy. Really, really not comprehending him on way too many basic levels. Kind of irritating. Not in the way that made him want to draw blood, just... irksome.
"You can tell?" Marks rolled his eyes at the taunt and still more confused by the smirkish tinge to Samael's smile. No, reeeeally didn't get him. "What can I say, vamps taking hand-outs just rubs me the wrong way for some reason. Maybe I think you're up to something." Or maybe it's just irritating to me that'd you ignore the beast.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 12:20 am
Of course he was confusing. It's just how he was. He huffed a bit, and brought his hand up to brush back his hair with a yawn, rolling down into a low growl. He sniffed, "Not really 'hand-outs'...I'd rather keep it as...mm...donations to keep people alive, maybe?" He smirked wickedly towards the other, and flicked his tail.
"Would you like me to feed on mortals, Marks? Is that what you're wanting me to give in to?" He murmured lowly, not wanting those about them to get startled or something. his tone darkened, "I only do so when that other person -pisses- me off...mortals," he grinned, "They dont know when to -shut up.-" And his smirk turned to a warm smile...he was a weird one.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 12:37 am
The look Marks gave him was amused on one level but absolutely not on another. The first being 'think you can take me?' and second being 'oh hell no'. And then, on a third level... an acknowledgement that this was sort of what he'd been looking for, right? The moment to really get someone angry, angry enough to make the first wrong move...
"Trying to drop a hint, Sammie?" he asked, voice dropping to that low warning as well, tinged with challenge. Well, no, soaked liberally with it actually.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 12:40 am
"Hint?" He murmured gently, and lifted up a hand, finally taking the liberty to...knock some sense into the other.
But not really.
He pressed the pad of his index finger to Marks' forehead, and licked his lips, ears twitching in pure amusement. "Only if you take it that way, Marks my dear." A light mockery was in his voice, taking no mind to the other's warning...glance, of sorts. Or, rather, tone. He had no intent on harming the other in any sort of way, but if it came to the point of...A) Beating him a bit, or B) getting beaten by him a bit...he'd deal.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 12:51 am
Marks snorted - ah ha. Wordplay. Or intention play. Or manipulation, ********. A game? Fine. Especially if there were rules. He'd have a hella fun time breaking them.
"We getting into pet names now?" he murred in a way that might've been pleasant if one enjoyed being sized up by a predator - and hey, some people do, you know? "What's next, our first ******** or our first fight?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 12:54 am
"You've long gotten into pet name, love," he snickered at him, and slid his finger down to the tip of the other's nose..and flicked it, withdrawing slowly, not even thinking that he could be bitten, if Marks so wished.
He didn't mind the rumbling murr..it didn't make him uncomfortable in the least, probably because he had faced down Vampires worse than Marks. Or, at least, he assumed so, his tongue flicked out at him in a childish manner, and he narrowed his eyes.
"Ah, whichever you're in the mood for, love. Whichever one.."
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