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 Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 9:04 pm
Gregory lounges on a dark red velvet couch while he sips his drink, his eyes scanning the dancing bodies as he hears nothing but the music and feels nothing but the beat that thumped into the ground and up through his bones. He wore the basic Rave clothing; fishnet shirt that clung to his body like a second skin as well as black leather pants and specially designed combat boots for his feet.
He lived to be in this environment. And thanks to his new scars, he was attracting tons of attention. Both from the undead and the living. And strangely, more so the male vampires. It was slightly unnerving, but he couldn't complain much - he was a descendant of a more sensual bloodline as well as from a family history of all males that could conceive children themselves.
He raises an eyebrow as a female wolf anthro and a female cat anthro walk up to him, dressed in almost nothing, and try to get him to move out on the dance floor.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 9:18 pm
Though it had taken a lot of cajoling and promises to behave, Yana had managed to convince her parents to let her stay at a friend's house. Of course, the girls, as soon as all were present, had escaped out into the night. Of the four, Yana was the only one who had not been out 'clubbing' before. She hadn't really seen the point of it, mostly because she was too young to get into much of anywhere and couldn't hear the music.
As it was, one of the girls, a few years older than her, was dating a bouncer at one of the clubs nearby. Thus, the four girls found themselves inside without a problem. Yana and the other girl her age were tall enough to pass for older teens, so Yana was relieved that she had not attracted any unwanted attention. She moved through the crowd, squeezing over to the couches along the side of the floor. The beat pulsed in her body, the heavy thumps resonating through her, despite the fact that she couldn't feel them. Dressed in comfortably heeled shoes, a blue sleeveless shirt that dipped a little too low, and jeans that flared out around her lower legs, she looked and felt rather confident, even as she moved right through the crowds.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 9:23 pm
The young vampire finally allowed the two ladies to remove his drink from his hand and pull him into the mass of bodies. They had noticed his fangs and had refused to take 'No.' as an answer from the male. He soon found himself melding into the beat between the females, their eyes promising untold secrets as their hands wandered over whatever flesh they could touch.
He lets out a mental sigh, not really enjoying himself as much for the moment since they wouldn't be able to sate the beast that lay just underneath his skin, and if one looked close into his mismatched eyes, they would be able to see how he felt about being sandwiched between his temporary dance partners.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 9:48 pm
Finding an unoccupied couch, Yana relaxed herself on it, not quite willing to join the crowd on the dance floor. She felt a bit overdressed, though dressing in less would have been against her nature. She was revealing enough as it was. She lounged on the couch, feeling quite comfortable just to watch.
Unfortunately, her luck ran out as a dark, tall shape separated itself from the crowd and moved in her direction. It was a vampire, though it seemed mostly human to her, minus the overlong fangs jutting out over his lip. He seemed very interested.
She sighed. Males....
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 9:53 pm
The song changed after a few moments and Greg finally manages to pull himself away from the ladies, passing them onto a guy that'd been watching the two longingly. He nodded in acknowledgement to the male as he gives him a very thankful look and starts up the next song with the ladies.
He sighs, slipping out of the crowd and making his way back to his drink and couch he always sat at, his 'senses' picking up the scent and feel of another vampire. And he was at least within five to ten yards away. Greg scowls softly to himself, not wanting to deal with another vampire for the night.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 10:01 pm
Yana was insistent, but the vampire was persistent. He got as far as sitting on the edge of her couch before a heeled boot placed firmly on his side moved him off. When her eyes adjusted better to the dark, she could see him a little better, and it made her growl. He was tall and fairly thin, but the muscles in his arms and the size of his hands made her nervous.
He picked up on it and moved in closer again, prompting her to snap her jaws in warning. He paused, looking wary but not convinced.
"Back off!" she warned, her voice a very low growl.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 10:08 pm
Greg feels something familiar nearby the vampires' prescence, bringing his attention to a snap. He frowns and glances over in the direction, finding said vampire making a move on a girl who obviously didn't want it. He narrows his eyes and makes his way over, not really noticing that it was Aryana at first, but that it was a female being bothered when she obviously didn't want to be.
"Taudl bub. Ol's naut yugho ulu elendar natha nibele vel'drav l' jallil 'udtila naut daewl ulu jivvin." His voice was silky with a touch to it that could make even the most chaste man or woman melt, had Aryana heard it and not known him personally already, like the females nearby that had heard him speak; she'd have given him a look that begged for his attention.
And he ignored the females that were trying to catch his attention, his ears flicking back as he stands there, eyes on the other vampire.
((Sorry bub. It's not nice to continue a game when the lady doesn't wish to play.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 10:16 pm
Yana let out another hiss of warning, about to get aggressive with the vampire. She sat up straight, giving him a look of pure venom. But, before she could warn him off, he paused and turned.
The vampire straightened and turned, catching sight of Greg. His eyes took on a dangerous reddish tint, fangs flashing in warning. "Shar dosst mala, dalhar. Nindol 'udtila naut nou'hai dos," he growled, his gaze flicking back to Yana.
Frustrated by her inability to translate, Yana stood, not able to make out who the person was that her accoster was speaking to. She took matters into her own hands. "Look, whomever the hell you're talking to, go talk to them. I. Am. Not. Interested. Besides... I'm kind of spoken for." She lifted her long, loose hair away from the side of her neck to expose the healed bite marks, which made the vamp let out a angered hiss.
((Mind your manners, child. This does not concern you.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 10:23 pm
"F'sarn naut natha dalhar, Boot-Licker." Greg replies calmly, his own eyes taking on a hint of red. He notices the female stand up and blinks at the even more familiar voice. He frowns and actually looks at her. His eyes widening at the realization as to who it was.
Especially when she pulled her hair back, revealing his mark and mentioning that she was 'spoken for'. He gives himself a quick head shake before stepping up to the vampire and grabbing him by the shirt collar and growling.
"Lu' tlu kyone vel'bol dos telanth, Boot-Licker. Il's usst lu' Usstan xuat saph sharing." He growls and bares his fangs, his body still invisible to Yana's sight.
((I am not a child, Boot-licker. And be careful what you say, Boot-Licker. She's mine and I don't like sharing.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 10:30 pm
The taller vampire was about to raise a hand in protest when his nostrils flared. He made the connection, glancing back and forth between Yana and Greg. He acquiesced, pulling in his fangs and moving to back away. He was not without a final parting comment, however. "Usstan orn sevir ilta ulu dos, t'yin. Ol morfethen uns'aa daewl Usstan zhahus dosst jabbuk ulu phlyle ilta dal dos. Il loren ssinjin... drill ssrig'luinen tlu keer fol mala." He gave Yana a hungry look.
Yana, though not understanding--or even hearing-- the vampiric speech, knew exactly what that hungry look meant. Ignoring her 'savior', she gave the vampire a heated glare. "You can wipe that look off your face, pal. I'd love to kick you in the balls just for thinking about it!"
((I will leave her to you, then. It makes me wish I was your master to claim her from you. She looks sweet... but needs to be taught some manners.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 10:40 pm
Greg snarls angrily at him, "Kyorl dosst tounge, ugul dro! Xun naut morfeth uns'aa kus L' Bringer d' Elghinn knocking pholor dosst coffin centuries p'los dosst draeval." He smirks at Yanas' comment to the other vampires' hungry look, "Kyorl dosst tounge, ugul dro! Xun naut morfeth uns'aa kus L' Bringer d' Elghinn knocking pholor dosst coffin centuries p'los dosst draeval."
He purrs his own parting comment out, looking pleased with his words as he holds his hands out to the side, one of them closing into a fist and moving over to sit where his heart would be, a smirk on his face now.
((Watch your tounge, low life! Do not make me send The Bringer of Death knocking on your coffin centuries before your time. But as a parting taste for your failure; she is the sweetest any have ever tasted. And you can never touch her.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 10:45 pm
With a final snarl, the defeated, and humiliated, vampire disappeared back into the crowd without a backward glance. It wasn't likely that he would try again, not with another vampire guarding over her so closely. There had to be easier prey nearby.
Feeling a bit annoyed at the vampire who had unnecessarily intervened, Yana flopped back down on the couch, huffing. "Thank you... but I could've handled him on my own, you know." Honestly... what was it with males and their damn protective instincts?! This vamp didn't even know her and had intervened.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 10:48 pm
Greg smirks and keeps himself out of her view for the moment as he hears her flop back onto the couch.
"-Oh, I'm sure of it. But what good is my mark when I'm not here to enforce it?-" He turns around to face her, his eyes dancing as he puts his hands on his hips, raising an eyebrow curiously.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 10:52 pm
Yana looked up in surprise as a familiar mental voice touched her mind. Her brows furrowed, and then she sat up straight in surprise. //Greg! What're you doing here?// Her face darkened. How dare he! She was doing perfectly well on her own before he stepped in. //I could've handled it on my own, you know.//
She grumped up at him, planting her hands on her hips, though she refused to stand.
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2007 10:56 pm
Gregory chuckles at her reaction, his ears flicking forward happily. //Nice to see you too, Yana. I was just wondering as to why all of the sudden in the midst of dancing I felt your prescence. Now I know why.// He smiles playfully, not moving from his spot though, //I know you could have handled it, but I would have intervened even if I didn't know you. I don't like it when the undead try and force themselves onto unwilling company. Really gets under my skin.//
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