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 Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2025 8:19 pm
This is a private rp. Feel free to message me on Discord if you are interested in joining. 
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2025 4:40 pm
Rain clung to the dark, sticky night, like an oil slick on everything it touched. The promise of cooling off from the weather change, barely any reprieve in the thick summer evening. The rain didn't bother Draygan. Though he had no business being out in it currently, so he decided to stay in. In his tomb. The foundation sunken into the earth of a forgotten graveyard, an ancient mausoleum looms covered in time worn vines and branches from nearby trees. From outside, it looked dilapidated, and abandoned. The iron gate rusted, with hinges that screeched like a banshee when opened.
Inside though, the building is immaculate. A crystal chandelier hangs with warm lit votives, casting a cozy glow amidst the damp stone smell that permeated the air. Mosaics of various depictions cover the walls in intricate designs, some of long forgotten things. As if time stood still in the images, untouched by the passage of age.
Strewn about are various relics and antiques, all greatly cared for with a delicate touch. The pale light flickers over rugs and furs strewn about in the middle, with a pallet bed filled with down feathers. The bed big enough and low to the ground, to accommodate the equine size of the inhabitant.
Standing near the open door, Draygan looked silently out into the rain, watching. Waiting, longing, for the unknown.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2025 4:59 pm
Then, from the fog, she emerged.
The succubus moved through the dark, like shimmery violet silk. Her movements smooth, deliberate, and practiced. Ebony hair plastered to her face, did not diminish the alluring gaze of her glowing eyes and her sultry smile. Her gaze going deeper as she locked eyes with Draygan, past lust and desire, as if she too, had been waiting, longing for the unknown.
As she approached the mausoleum, the smell of old roses and earth filled her nose, and the scent of petrichor from the rain soaked stones. It delighted her senses.
Something deep and inky had tugged at her emotions with an unseen string, pulling her to this place. It sent tingles over her with the anticipation of finding out what or who called to her.
There he was, perched silently, as if waiting for her. Even if they had been waiting for no one, they had still been waiting for her.
They met without saying anything. The only sound, the hinges on the gate as Druslya pushed in. The stranger moved to the side in the doorway, inviting her with an incline of his head and smiling with only his eyes.
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2025 5:07 pm
"Lonely things always find each other" she said softly, her voice like velvet laced with a hint of thorn.
Draygan hummed at his visitor. "Is that so? And what makes you think I don't prefer being alone?" he mused.
"Because you needed me." she replied, with no doubt as to her purpose for being here. To stay, and bring him company. Company didn't require sex, or touch. No, she blinked a few times, assessing. She had a feeling he wanted something more.
The night held its breath as the succubus and the vampire stood face to face. Unawares of the beginning of a long-term arrangement this day would mark. Each thinking it happenstance that brought them together.
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