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 Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 12:11 pm
 The Bloody Hatchet located in the furthest corner of the bandit territory, it sits a few miles in front of the Blackmarket. The tavern is an old worn down building that has long since been abandoned, perfect for the likes of bandits. Constant puffs of smoke linger in the air here, giving it a dingy and dim atmosphere. The scent of alcohol and pleasurable company taint the patrons of the brothel. Within the main room a wide arrangement of tables is placed in a chaotic manner all of which have four wooden chairs pointed towards the center stage. The stage is the most elaborate design within the tavern; large and thick red curtains hang downward and brush against the stage when not in use. On nights were the bar is overcrowded the curtains rise to reveal large groups of women. The show girls dance and tease the audience, they can be bought for a few hours, days, or a more permeate transaction can be made. A giant bar of questionable integrity takes up an entire wall. Shelves and decorations line it; any type of alcohol can be purchased here. A barkeep and cook is always present here; they are forced to work for the promised safety of their daughter. There is also a smaller room connected to the bar area that leads into a kitchen, this is where the woman prepares meals of any kind. The food here isn’t amazing but if it’s anything other than slop the bandits shouldn’t complain. The backrooms of The Bloody Hatchet provide a more diabolical atmosphere. Women and men are locked in iron cages for the benefit of the highest bidder; most times they are fed minimal amounts of food here. They are never allowed out except to accompany a customer to a hidden room. Shady deals are also made here; drugs of any origin have a seller. There is also a giant room with no windows and no floor, a wooden ring is in the center and it is surrounded by platforms. Fights can be held here and bids on the winner can provide good fortune or bankruptcy.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 7:58 am
 Tara entered the pub, it was empty except for a few bandits asleep in a puddle of their own drool. There were no shows scheduled at this time as a result it was barren of testosterone. She took a seat at the bar, laying her large weapon against the wooden foundation. "Just give me vodka and give it to me now," she glared at the barkeep. She wasn't exactly fond of him. He quickly fulfilled her request, placing the glass on a napkin in front of her. She put one of her elbows on the table and rested her cheek against it. She was bored. "I want food too." She thought for a moment over the limited options. "Just give me potato soup." Tara waited patiently while she sipped her alcohol. The cook placed a steaming bowl of liquid next to her glass. "Thanks," she said really not meaning it. The help knew this all too well so they didn't respond. She picked up her spoon and began to eat, not waiting for it to cool. "More people need to be here, maybe more shows would help. This is bad for business."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 10:35 am
- | Dante | -The Last Prince of Valour
The Bloody BeastDantes Theme Song   Dont try and act like you understand...
No one could understand...
Not the kind of pain I've suffered... The sound of things being smashed, and the occasional shaking of the tiny tavern could be felt/hard as a quick scream was cut off, a twisted chuckle would follow shortly after as the sound of metal seemingly hitting metal would echo once more followed by the sound of liquid being splattered. Next came the screams as the sound of feet hitting the ground in a scramble to run would be heard as a more innocent sounding laugh could be heard just outside the door. Dante would burst through the door as his tails could be seen dragging behind him, he was slouched over with this look of death on his face. "so... hun...gry..." He grumbled getting to the seat as he fell forward on it... Only to have it break under the immense weight of his armor... He sighed looking up at Tara. "feeeeeeed meeeeee" He said whining like a small child... I'd rather be feared then respected...
Because this way I dont have to worry...
About Being Betrayed or Befriended... 
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 10:44 am
 Tara hadn't finished eating, she had her spoon inbetween her lips as she brought her gaze down to the floor. "You broke my chair, I hope you plan on replacing that or giving me money to repair it." She had seen this look on Dante's face before and she understood it meant he was starving and was about to go on a rampage that would devour people. "Hold your horses, Dante." She commanded him as she noticed his bloody appearance. "Hey, woman." She turned and slammed her fist on the table, the cook rushed out. "Give me a huge plate of something raw..." she looked at him again, "Nevermind, you better just get me a tub full of anything raw...pork, deer, or cow I don't care. Just hurry the hell up with it."
Tara didn't want him to destroy anymore of her furniture or eat any of her customers. She hopped down from her stool at the bar. "Lemme help you up." She finished her glass of alcohol and sat it back down upon the table before she leaned over to grasp the collar of his armor. It was slightly difficult for her to lift him but not impossible. She wrapped his arm around her shoulder to held him remain stable. "Woman, where the hell are you," she shouted at the cook. "I thought I said to hurry up." The cook and the bartender scurried out holding a giant, wooden tub of bloody meat. "There, eat up."
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 11:06 am
- | Dante | -The Last Prince of Valour
The Bloody BeastDantes Theme Song Dont try and act like you understand...
No one could understand...
Not the kind of pain I've suffered... Dante laughed quietly as Tara helped him up. "thaaaaank you" He said licking her cheek, how ever mid lick the plate of raw meat was brought out as he quickly tore his arm away from Tara before literally diving right over the counter top, taking the meat and the woman with him, the plate rested on her her chest as Dante devoured the raw animal on top of her... It was disgusting to say the least... But something Tara of all people would be used to... As for the woman being forced to watch this disgusting beast on top of her... She would cower slightly as she would shut her eyes tightly, and hope for the best, Dante of course got some looks, but that was nothing new. A few quiet snickers could be heard as well as Dante slowly got up wreaking of dead animal flesh, he picked his tooth slightly before yawning and looking back at Tara like the happy go lucky child he really seemed to be. "hm...." He said clearing his throat. "thanks babeh" He said pointing his fingers at her... Something he'd picked up from watching the other bandits no doubt... I'd rather be feared then respected...
Because this way I dont have to worry...
About Being Betrayed or Befriended...
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 5:44 pm
Tara didn't bat an eyelash as he jerked away from her and began feasting on the flesh of the dead, skinless animals. She was very used to this behavior and it didn't startle her in the least. The woman under the tub of food probably disagreed, she struggled and cried, trying to pry herself out from underneath the heavy man. "Chill out, he's not going to eat you."
She went back to her stool and continued to eat. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her jeans and tossed them on the table. Tara placed her elbows on the table and lit herself a smoke. She rarely allowed herself to have a cigarette but with Dante here her patience would wear thin and she needed an outlet for her rage. Her eyebrow twitched at his comment. "I'm not your baby. Who taught you that? I need to punish them. Maybe cutting out their tongue would suffice." She sighed, looking him over. "You've got blood all over your face." She snatched a rag off the table and tossed it to him. "You should clean that up."
The woman regained her sense and got up, crying hysterically as she ran back to the kitchen. "Hey," Tara yelled, "Get the hell back out here and bring this tub with you." The cook bit her lip and covered her face to hide her tears until she reached the bucket and carried it into the back room. Tara made a tsking sound, "Worthless b***h. Maybe you shouldn't scare away the help, Dante." There had been countless people that refused their services.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 6:12 pm
- | Dante | -The Last Prince of Valour
The Bloody BeastDantes Theme Song Dont try and act like you understand...
No one could understand...
Not the kind of pain I've suffered... Dante laughed quietly at Tara's response to his comment. "geez... you don't have any sense of humour do you... and smoking's bad for you" He said swiping the pack of cigarettes before tossing them into his mouth and chomping down on them as his eye twitched, his face turned slightly blue as he shivered before gagging and swallowing. "and some woman was saying it to another woman, then the one she said it to giggled and they both went into the forest, I followed them and when I got close they started making strange noises... it sounded like they were hurting each other or something" He said with a shrug before pointing his fingers at Tara again. "women are strange babeh" He said with a child like chuckle and smile that exposed his fangs, if not for them and that armor Dante might have even been 'cute'. "and what do you mean scare them off? I was just hungry... it's like saying 'your food is so good I can't wait for it'" He said with a chuckle.
"so... what do you plan to do about moral... your subordinates are getting restless and attacked me on site... that or they just didn't like how I looked... bottom line is their not nearly as afraid of you as they used to be... despite your rough and tough outer appearance..." He said yawning slightly... He leaned in slightly to whisper. "I'm pretty sure their planning some kind of rebellion... even if you could kill them all... you'd be left with just me... and just us isn't a bandit faction... besides... you seem to hate my guts ninety percent of the time..." He said shooting her a sad look as he turned his back to her before leaning back resting the back of his head on the table top in front of Tara as he looked up at her. "I won't leave ya babeh..." He said with another one of those big happy smiles. I'd rather be feared then respected...
Because this way I dont have to worry...
About Being Betrayed or Befriended...
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 6:48 pm
Tara scowled as he ate her cigarettes, "See, that's why you shouldn't eat my smokes." She took a hit of the one she was still smoking. "I know smoking's bad for me but I can't die if you recall. What's the point of not enjoying something that tastes good if death isn't a worry for me?" She eyed him, "I'm not sure if you can die but eating those probably isn't good for your health either." Tara raised an eyebrow at him, "Two women, eh?" She rubbed her chin with her index finger. "These bandits get more and more restless by the day, the women are probably sick of the men." She sighed at his naive perception of intimacy, "They weren't fighting, they were ********. Though some might say that's not much of a difference. They probably meet regularly, I'll have to check up on that. Give them a message to watch what they say, be rather difficult to do with one eye," she smirked. "And you might not find your eating habits disturbing but the small number of innocent people here just might find it offensive. You should learn some manners. Maybe learn how to eat with a fork or something."
Tara listened to his concerns about her band of cutthroats. "Even if they wanted to kill me or you, I'd like to see them try." She didn't lower her voice, she kept it steady and unwavering. She was no afraid to let those that were in this little rebellion know to learn their place. "Everyone is replaceable. We could slay them all without even trying. Though I figured the mountain of dead bodies at the gallows would change their minds but if they wish to join the forgotten so be it." She considered a way to provide some excitement around here. "I could probably sneak into the major city across the mountains and steal a shack of gold or something. Toss it into the fighting pit and tell them the one left standing gets to keep it. I don't know why but they enjoy crap like that. I could also lead a raid on the farming village, we could always use supplies. Something more ruthless would be to steal a noble and bring him back for punishment." She smiled at Dante, "I know you won't leave me. I wouldn't be here without you." She leaned over the table and placed a kiss on his head. "You should know I feel the same. I'd slit anyone's throat that tried to hurt you."
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 9:33 pm
- | Dante | -The Last Prince of Valour
The Bloody BeastDantes Theme Song Dont try and act like you understand...
No one could understand...
Not the kind of pain I've suffered... Dante laughed at her smoke reply as he licked his lips. "then you shouldn't smoke because it's bad for me when I try to make them stop bad being for you!" He said... The poor fool's grammar was never the best, even when he was a slave back before Tara had taken command... But then again he was always tossed into the arena, so the only thing he needed to remember was 'fight and stay alive'... He tilted his head slightly at the comment on the women. "fu...ck...ing...?" He asked... The poor sod never did maintain the solid thought on intimacy... How ever when she brought up the one eye he slightly looked away at the thought of how he'd been to weak to protect her... Despite the fact that she could probably rip Dante a new one, that didn't change the fact that he still had a male Pravado, and a want to do the obvious. "offensive?" He asked tilting his head to the side slightly. "not like I said anything mean..." He grumbled like the child that he really was...
"that's true... but still..." He said with a slight shrug. "sneak into? that's no fun... where's the squealing and splattered blood? the begging for mercy?" It was almost sad in some sense to see how childish Dante was, then how quickly he could change to such a monster... Then again considering that armor it was no shock why he was looked at as such, how ever when she'd leaned over and placed a kiss on his head, a large, cat like smile quickly grew across his face as he shut his eye's happily. "I'd do a lot worse then just slit someones throat if they tried to hurt you......... babeh" He said with a quiet snicker, apparently liking this new nickname he had for his 'babeh'. I'd rather be feared then respected...
Because this way I dont have to worry...
About Being Betrayed or Befriended...
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 8:08 am
Tara snickered a bit at his comment. "True enough but I can always just make more cigarettes when you aren't around. I have a stash of tobacco and mint leaves that make a glorious taste." She forgot that Dante was a bit of a child when it came to interacting with those of the opposite sex. "They were doing something naughty, nothing you have to worry about considering you can't take your armor off." She tossed her long, silver hair over her shoulder and smiled up at him with her sparkling, ruby eye. A sly smile crossed her face. "Maybe someday I'll show you how to ********. Come get me when you can strip." She ignored his comment about the way he ate. She would never get him to understand.
Tara rubbed the temples in a circular motion with her index fingers. "We can't just go around destroying the town. We depend on it for income and supplies just as we do the farming village. If we left it as a pile of ash then where would we go back to get more gold? Plus, they have an army of elite guards they recently hired. They could bring a storm of serious military force down on our heads. Not only would all of my bandits be dead but my entire base as well." She put out her cigarette in an ash tray. "Barkeep, give me a beer. I'm sick of this vodka s**t." He took away her empty glass and placed a black bottle infront of her. She snapped the cap off and took a long swig, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She couldn't help but let out a loud laugh at his transition from serious protector to clown. He probably wasn't even aware he was amusing her. "I told you, don't call me that." She still had a smile plastered on her lips though.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 10:00 am
- | Dante | -The Last Prince of Valour
The Bloody BeastDantes Theme Song Dont try and act like you understand...
No one could understand...
Not the kind of pain I've suffered... Dante shivered slightly at the thought of the tobacco, how ever the mint leaves didn't sound so bad... "ya well I'll eat those to!" He said... How ever the determination in his voice ever wavering... He looked like he was gonna puke at any moment from just the one packet of cigarettes... Amazing that he could spill a child's blood without hesitation... Yet in the face of cigarettes... He acted seemingly high and mighty... "I can to take off my armor!" He said, the moment he did eye's shot right in his direction, how ever his gaze remained set on Tara. "I just don't because I haven't had a reason to! besides... if I take it off I'll be exposed... and people can hurt me again..." He said lowering his head in what seemed like a second of pity before it quickly shot up again as he dived over the bar counter (again...) before pushing Laya back by her shoulders, and basically pinning her against the ground as he somewhat held her down, tho that was more or less due to the weight of his armor that rested on her crotch... "LET- US- ********>" He said... It was times like these that had to make one wonder... Was Dante really as clueless as he let on... Or was he just playing the stupid card for the laughs...
Dante grumbled quietly to him self at her next response. "not even a little?" He asked... Considering he'd been 'cooped up' in the hideout for god knew how long... He was getting restless to say the least... He rarely got to go on raids for the simple fact that when he fought... Well... It wasn't this Dante that fought... But rather a much more blood thirstier him that didn't know how to stop... The rare times Tara did take him with her, he often turned on her in an attempt to attack her... However, with each attempt... It would always seem as tho something or someone were trying to hold him back, as if he were having a mental war... While trying to wage war with Tara her self... Despite her words Dante couldn't help but smile and lick the smile that was plastered on her face as he smiled big enough to once more reveal those monstrous fangs of his. I'd rather be feared then respected...
Because this way I dont have to worry...
About Being Betrayed or Befriended...
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:35 am
Tara's elbow hit her bowl of soup and her spoon when flying through the air, hitting some poor bandit in the eye. The liquid poured all over her and Dante. 'Man, that was really good soup. I wanted to finish that." She struggled for a moment underneath him. "You're causing a scene, Dante. Plus you broke my chair and now you spilled my soup. I am not happy with you." She wrapped her legs around his waist and used her back to push off the ground. She rolled him over and straddled him, pressing her body against him as she rotated her arms in a circular motion so that she was grabbing his hands and pinning him against the floor boards. "Take off the armor and then we'll ********."
Tara brought her face a hairsbreadth from his. "No and besides I need you to protect the base as well as lay down the law for me when I'm not around. You're my special Dante." She brought her lips down upon his and placed a gentle kiss upon him. "We can ******** once you understand what that means."
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2011 11:53 am
- | Dante | -The Last Prince of Valour
The Bloody BeastDantes Theme Song Dont try and act like you understand...
No one could understand...
Not the kind of pain I've suffered... As Tara flipped Dante onto his back then straddled him he couldn't held but laugh quietly as she pinned him down. "anything for you Tara" He said with a fairly confident grin, questionably for the first time in his life as small cracks began running along his armor, the sound of bones snapping could be heard coming from his body as he shut his eye's tightly, clenching his fists tightly, before with a quick black flash, Dante's armor was gone... and he now sat butt a** naked on the floor under Tara... He didn't look as built as his armor gave the impression to be, how ever he was still fairly large in most senses... Then there was what Tara was sitting on... That was a completely different story all on it's own... If no one had believed Dante wasn't human before... It surely would have been enough to convince them other wise... He snickered quietly to him self as one or two bandits would stand up, before looking at Tara on top of Dante before quickly siting back down.
"but if I'm not with you then who's going to protect you" He said with a genuinely concerned look in his eyes... Dante was a stubborn ma- child... "special" He said as he smiled against Tara's lips, how ever when she pulled hers away from his he almost made a winning like noise as he frowned slightly. "I thought we were ******** right now" He said making moaning and pain noises. "ahhhh- oooooo- owwww- so good! hurts so nice... harder!" He said slightly squirming around... Something Tara would more then likely 'feel'... Not the weirdest thing here wasn't that Tara was on top of a Naked Dante... Nor was it the fact that Dante was making these strange noises while rubbing against Tara's woman hood... It was the fact that Dante's body was covered in third degree burns, unhealed scars, he even had a few still open minor cuts along his arms... This was odd because typically he healed the moment he with stained damage... However Dante him self didn't even seem to notice... Tho there would be one scar Tara would probably remember, the one right over his heart, the one when Tara found out about Dante's seemingly inability to die...
He was being brought back from the arena per usual, how ever this time rather then simply wining and being dragged back, the boy hadn't made a noise, as well he was slung over a mans shoulder, the bandit tossed the boy back in his cage as he landed on his side, still seemingly lifeless before rolling onto his back, revealing a tiny dagger had been plunged into his heart, however the silence was quickly broken as Dante started crying again, before leaning up, Tara of course wound up taking the weapon out and in most cases took care of him per usual, however things had never really been the same since that point, the biggest change was that Dante never cried anymore... He'd went from a crybaby, to... Well the "Bloody Beast"... Certainly a strange change but one would hope for the better... Hope anyways... I'd rather be feared then respected...
Because this way I dont have to worry...
About Being Betrayed or Befriended...
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 10:25 am
"You know very well that if anyone needs protect it's you," she was referring to what happens whenever he begins to fight. He loses it and the only person that seemed to be able to help snap some sense back into him had been her. Though it was a trial and error process, she needed to work on perfecting that ability.
Tara's face showed complete shock as his armor began to crack and before she had time to react he was naked. "W-what? When did you learn how to do that? Last time I checked you couldn't do that." She felt something rubbing against her, she peered downward, a bead of sweat trailed down her temple. "W-what," she asked again a bit louder than before. She released her hold on his arms and snapped her gaze back to his face. "That's huge." This was the first time she had seen that, she began wondering how it was possible for any human woman to take that without being split in half. She jumped backwards, almost afraid of it, and landed on her bum. "Put your armor back on, please can see. People are looking!" Her face blushed bright red as she brought her hand to cover her mouth. "Don't say things like that, you don't know what they mean." She had only been joking about the intimacy but now she was sure he'd keep at it until she told him what it really meant or if she did it.
"No, we're not ********. Don't say that." Tara didn't think it was possible after seeing his physical 'gifts.' She felt a pulsating sensation throughout her body, her legs began shaking. She pushed herself further away with the heels of her boots. She hadn't seen his scars in such a long time. Her hand fell from her lips to rest on her waist. Her reaction made her feel guilty. She hadn't been able to protect him when she was younger but that wouldn't happen again. If she had to guess the burns were from the armor he wore. She moved to her hands and knees and inched her way back to his side. "I'm sorry." She brought her fingertips to his chest, tracing the small scar above his heart. She then brought her fingers to the burns chard into his flesh. It felt like a knife had been plunged into her own heart, seeing this again.
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Posted: Tue Apr 12, 2011 10:58 am
- | Dante | -The Last Prince of Valour
The Bloody BeastDantes Theme Song Dont try and act like you understand...
No one could understand...
Not the kind of pain I've suffered... Dante blinked twice innocently at Tara's shock, before bursting out with another of those giant child like smiles of his. "I've always been able to take it off, it's just hurt really bad and I was afraid people could hurt me if I did" He said sounding innocent yet again... "what's huge Tara?" He asked... The poor fool had no idea what proper proportion was... When she fell back he got on his hands and knee's as he crawled towards her as he stopped, a few snickers could be heard in the bar, but that was to be expected with the "Bloody Beast" In such a pathetic state... "whats wrong Tara? don't you want to ******** anymore? you said if I took of my armor we would, so why don't you want to anymore? that's not fair!" He said with a frown, basically shooting daggers at her as he arched an eye brow.
How ever when she moved closer, and apologized before trailing an old Scar Dante had long but forgotten, his frown quickly vanished. "you don't have to be sorry about anything" He said with that same child like smile as he took her hand tightly in his, for once not leaving some kind of scratch or tiny cut caused by his claws as he removed it from his chest, before lightly licking the top of her hand. "I would always drag the fights out for to long in an attempt to distract them..." He said with a quiet chuckle. "these were just the end results of my attempt at planning..." He said with yet another laugh, Dante's sense of humour was an odd one to say the least... But never the less... At least he had one...
((-sigh's at photobucket-)) I'd rather be feared then respected...
Because this way I dont have to worry...
About Being Betrayed or Befriended...
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