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 Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 6:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 8:40 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 9:56 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 1:24 pm
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The day was a peaceful one; with the new coming of king Blake, there was no action as the day-walkers waited with bated breath for the coming darkness. What changes would be done? No one could accurately predict Blake's motives, and though there were many speculations, no one seemed to really have much expectations toward him. Some expected drastic changes, there were rumors of alternative food sources than humans, there were rumors about the end of human slavery and others were sure there would be riots and massacres under his rule. Many expected a civil war.
They did not know that as Blake slept, he dreamed of these things. They were not aware that he tossed and turned in his coffin, fearing the future. Fearing weakness. Fearing that his brother was wrong, and perhaps there truly was no other way... But he planned since childhood how he would save his homeland and tried to dismiss these nightmares as merely anxiousness... But the nightmare demon was persistent that day, and as night fell Blake felt sore and distant. His mind was left in the future and he felt cross the second he woke.
In Vinegar's home planet, nights and days lasted nearly three times as long. Unless he was woken, he remained still, holding Ethan to him. He wasn't yet used to the strange, short days and nights. He wasn't used to how bright the sun was. But he was eager to learn. Especially now with someone to look forward to.
Lance woke up earlier than usual, but he kept still, holding S.V. close to him. The night fell, but still he waited.
Something followed Ethan and Vinegar from the forest. It kept in the yard, watching... Waiting. Until night fell, there was a willow tree that no one planted by the cafe, and once the darkness came, a dark brown-skinned male with green, leaf-like hair kept watching the cafe. He smirked. "This is where they hid hm? They'll pay, all of them..." He licked his lips with a black, slimy tongue. "I will eat well tonight."
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 1:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 1:52 pm
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Vinegar remained asleep, but as Ethan touched the feathers he'd notice that they were softer than usual feathers. It was like touching a cloud, and they made different noises as they rubbed together; different pitches of cooing.
When Ethan touched the tail, the end split into two, jagged, like teeth, and something came out of it... It seemed to be slimy and hung down about six inches down. It was pink in color and came at a tip on the end, like a tongue. Then it went back in and the tail clamped it's... Mouth. Closing like a Venus fly trap. there was a hiss coming from the hole in Vinegar's chest.
'He's by himelf,' the strange creature outside smirked. 'I could lure him out and eat him, first... Hehe... Salcie, you are a genius.' A strange purple mist started to find itself in the room Peter was in. It was a mind-fogging mist, making those inhaling it to lower their guard and become more likely to become aroused. With a mischievous grin, he revealed himself through a window, gesturing Peter to follow him. He wouldn't look like he truly did; he would have the image through the purple fog of what Peter would find the most attractive. If he was attracted to men, Salcie's plan was foolproof.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 2:08 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 8:53 pm
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"Well well little rabbit, what have we here?" The image of Vladimir asked, walking closer to Peter with a smirk. He put his hands on the rabbit's waist. "Stay put," He said, and the purple swirling mist would compel him to obey. "Mmmmmm... Never had rabbit, before. Tell me little plant-eater, what do you desire?"
Vinegar's hair was smooth as silk, but stood up almost like bristles of a broom. 'Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh.' Vinegar's eyes glowed lightly, much like his tail, except with a white light. He retracted his hand quickly, his tail twitching, his feathers shaking. 'A-ahn, Eeethan... You feel... Curious.' Vinegar set his hand down then, realizing that it was Ethan that took his hand.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 8:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 9:28 pm
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Vinegar's glowing eyes blinked. He bowed his head, and raised a hand. He seemed... Conflicted. But he took another hand and started peeling off the glove. His hand was bare, four fingers, and the palms were a light purple. the palms were soft, squishy, as if padded by fluff. Vinegar huddled himself, but his legs were so tall Ethan still sat onto him. He presented his hand, his tail feathers making a light cooing noise. 'They hurt easily,' Vinegar told him, his ears pressed onto his head, 'Please beee gentle...'
You don't want to sketch ME," Salcie said, his image melting into his true form, "I am not the beauty you think. Behold my REAL, grotesque appearance," Salcie licked his lips, waiting for a cry out or scream, but he wouldn't be able to run. He inhaled too much of the purple fog. "You will make a fine supper."
Lance looked at S.V. then moved his hair from his neck. "Take what you need," he replied, "My blood is yours."
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 9:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:32 am
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Vinegar felt the aura, and he wasn't sure of what to do at first. His hand was so sensitive, and his body shook, his tail twitched, his feathers vibrated a cooing noise. He nuzzled Ethan's neck as his hand was being caressed, and using his ability to sense emotion, he knew what to do. Vinegar lifted his head and gently, lightly licked Ethan's antenna.
Lance made a light grunt, holding onto S.V. for support.
The man blinked and straightened up. The fog couldn't be THAT potent, could it? But... He smiled. "Mmm, okay food, I'll humor you. Paint me, and then I'll decide whether its good enough to keep you alive. I've always wanted a slave to capture my brilliance. Mmmm..." Salcie tipped Peter's chin up. "I hope you're a good artist, precious little thing. Its the only thing that will keep you alive."
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 8:49 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 9:00 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 9:09 am
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