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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2016 10:10 pm
"The night is dark and full of terrors...." Alphard was reading the transcript of Game of Thrones out loud as he walked along the sidewalk, the cold end of winter air hanging still and slowly letting the temperature drop. The lights that illuminated the path didn't flicker ominously or cast deep shadows. The gave the area rather a soft yellow glow, and made nothing fearsome and haunting. Altogether, it was somewhat out of place for a glittering man to walk and read a book made famous by a show and its high drive for sexual displays. It was all things one their own, unremarkable, yet put together, made for something rather odd. Yet for all it's oddness and Alphard's readings of The Red woman's take over of Stannis's men and whatnot, the senshi was just happy, having finally the time to read the actual book. Alas however, so wrapped in his reading he paid no mind to the world around him, and every so often just got excited when the lines in the book matched the one's head heard on the show.
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Posted: Mon Feb 22, 2016 7:52 pm
The cold was something that Wolfeite found a great deal more appealing than heat. He disliked having to wear less layers; it made him feel more exposed, more vulnerable, a feeling that was extraordinarily discomforting to him. Winter meant that he could wear whatever he liked; he could prowl along the shadows of Destiny City dressed in his uniform and let it bleed into the darkness.
There was someone nearby. Wolfeite could feel them from where he stood now, half concealed in an alcove beside a closed bookstore. He stepped out onto the sidewalk, a muffled voice wafting across the otherwise still night air towards him, somewhere to his left.
He followed the sound of it. Wolfeite made his way down the walk until he saw them, just up ahead, engrossed in whatever it was they were reading. He stepped out onto the path in front of them, black clothes a stark contrast to the warm yellow light and the white of the snow still lingering on the grass and the tops of buildings.
"Going somewhere?" Wolfeite asked, perfectly at ease.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2016 12:36 am
Alphard had been entirely too wrapped up in his book to really think to pay attention to powers around him, so when a voice broke his concentration the man was suddenly very keenly aware that he was in the presence of an agent of choas. Blinking twice, she closed his book with stead hands, calmly looking at the black clothed figure. "Nowhere in particular." Was his answer, feeling a bit unsteady in how he'd been snuck up upon, his own fault or not. "Why you ask? If you need direction, I think my phone had google maps." Maybe. He didn't play with it much.
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Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2016 9:36 am
Wolfeite's head tilted to the side, dark eyes narrowing slightly. For a moment, the silence stretched awkwardly between them, stiff and tense, and then he took a slow step forward, every movement careful, calculated; a purposefully decision.
He did not do things by half measure, after all.
"I don't need directions," said Wolfeite calmly. "Just you."
And he lunged forward without preamble, fist swinging towards the senshi's face.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2016 5:27 am
Of all the things for Alphard top run into, he didn't expect a crazy dude. The guy didn't seem unhinged at first, but quickly enough, Alphard realized he was in some deep s**t. Trying to avoid the guy was fruitless at such a close range, and he could feel the impact before he could feel the pain. It shot from his face down his jaw than up to his ears which began to ring. Cursing he swung back, just wanting to get the guy off of him. "The ******** is your damage?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 7:54 pm
There was a feral grin on Wolfeite's face beneath the mask, a heady rush of pleasure chasing through him as his fist connected. He loved the feel of it, the intoxicating rush of endorphins that accompanied a good, satisfying fight with no holds barred.
The senshi's swing caught Wolfeite by the shoulder, sending him staggering sideways, a bruise blossoming on his upper arm. He snarled and twisted, caught off balance, and lurched forward again, aiming to grasp the senshi by the front of his collar.
"You," he growled, "All of you White Moon trash."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 8:05 pm
Mouth twisting into a grimace, Alphard took a step back. This guy clearly had issues, and Alphard was not about to try and talk it out when it was pretty obviously this was a fight for some blood. "The ******** I am." He said, holding up his arms defensively. "You're nuts dude. Messed up in the head." kuropeco kick em and alphard will ollie yea
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 8:10 pm
The insults made a muscle in his jaw clench, Wolfeite shifting where he stood, one hand still fisted in the front of the man's shirt. For a senshi, he seemed awfully ill-adept at doing anything at all, his arms crossed in a defensive pose, rather than an aggressive one.
"You would have no idea, would you?" Wolfeite snapped, and raised his knee, aiming to slam it into the man's stomach.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2016 6:48 pm
"What's that-" Alphard never got to finish as the knee to his gut had him losing his breath and crumpling with pain. His hand shot out to grab Wolfeite's wrist, just so he didn't fall over. Wheezing he debated about using his attack. This close, he knew he'd get caught in it too which left with Alphard thinking of only one solution. Punching the other man in the face so he might try to get away.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2016 9:01 am
He yanked his wrist free, annoyed at the blatant touch, but satisfied that he'd managed a solid blow to the man's stomach. Wolfeite took a step back, his grin widening beneath the kerchief, and he debated how much longer he wanted to do this.
But the man had apparently had other ideas, other plans; and Wolfeite had not seen the fist coming towards him until it cracked against his face.
He staggered back, pain exploding, stars dancing in his vision. Wolfeite let out a howl of rage, his hand flying up instinctively to rub at his throbbing nose and jaw, his vision blurring from the automatic watering of his eyes at the sheer force of the punch.
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