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#Post#: 233208--------------------------------------------------
Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: JeyColins
Date: July 16, 2012, 3:55 am
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[center]Silence. It range prominent once more as he stared at
her, a frown creasing his lips. Something happened, something
that must've been horrible for her. Naturally, Rachet only
ever.. Punished, the ones who were morons, rapists, and just all
around filth. Yet this woman tasted like misfortune, hatred, and
many other things he wasn't entirely use to. Which interested
him. Raven locks twined over his face as he looked to Bear. "Go
on, I'll take care of her from here." The beastly canine did as
he was told and padded out of the bathroom as he looked to her.
"Doll you're such a fickle creature." He muttered, moving
lengthy phalanges beneath her jaw to tip her head back. "Keep
your head right there." Standing up for a moment, he grabbed the
shower head and turned on the water, moving his unoccupied hand
to her hair as he ran the water through it. Though he was near
twitching with anticipation of her story, of her life, who she
was; he kept it at bay for the moment. Curiosity was a wretched
beast at times. He picked up the shampoo and poured some into
his hand, running it through her locks as he kept his eyes on
her. Would he tire of her silence? Eventually.
Yet his patience didn't run thin when it came to him being
curious. So he'd tolerate her refusing his question's answers
for a while. Rinsing out the shampoo, he scrunched his nose and
curled his tongue to the corner of his lips again, replacing the
shower head and turning it off before picking up the loofa. Once
he applied the soap to it, he lathered it up and grabbed her
hand, extending her arm as he started to wash her up. "Nng.. You
make me so damn curious.. Will you ever answer me? Or will you
leave me in my curiosity and make me wait even longer for you to
sedate it?" He mumbled, mainly to himself as he continued to
wash her off. Standing her up, his arm wrapped around her back
as he washed her front and then turned her around, washing her
back as well. "I'm all wet again.. You enjoy getting me wet,
don't you? You got me wet when we first met." He snickered a bit
and grabbed the shower head once more, rinsing her off. Picking
her up, he placed her on the mat beside the tub and pulled the
plug on the tub before he reached over and grabbed a towel.
Drying her off, he wrapped it around her before he grabbed the
second towel and dried her hair. "There. Now you're all cleaned
up. Let's go get you some temporary clothes until we go and get
you some actual clothes that will fit you. Also need to change
those bandages again.. Else you'll feel wretched because they're
wet." He scrunched his nose, clicking his tongue a bit as he
picked her up and carried her back into his room. Seeming to
carry her quite a bit, he didn't seem to mind it at all. She was
so light it was quite queer, he wondered when the last time she
had been properly fed was. Settling her down on the bed, he
shuffled to his dresser and grabbed a pair of his boxers and a
t-shirt. Better to be comfortable than to be walking around in a
towel. Returning to her, he pulled the towel off her and
replaced it with the shirt before putting the boxers up her legs
to rest on her hips. "Ah.. All done with that part." He twitched
his fingers a bit as he moved his fingers through her hair to
remove the tangles before he started to remove the wet bandages.
A sigh filtered through his lips as he was so tempted to lean
forward and lap at the empty sockets once more. Wanting to taste
her time and time again, though he'd continue to refuse that
desire until she gave him reason not to. Which could be willing
or well.. Until he decided he couldn't stand her silence
anymore. Rachet quirked a brow for a moment before he went to
his side table and picked up the fresh bandaging, moving back to
her. He threaded her hair through his fingers, lifting it a bit
as he began to bandage her up once more. "Nng.. There." He said
when he was done, letting her hair drop once more as he looked
to her. Moving away, he went to his dresser and pulled out a set
of clothes for himself, getting changed quickly and tossing the
wet clothing into the hamper before returned to her and picked
her up once more. "Now, it's time for you to eat." Walking from
the room, his eyes shifted about before he placed them on the
couch and placed her down on it. "I'll bring you your food. Just
tell me if you don't like it and I'll go to the store and get
you something else."
Though he hoped she wouldn't dislike it, there was the
possibility she wouldn't be content with the taste of cooked
human flesh. Despite having seasoned it and everything, he
wasn't sure of how it tasted himself really. He had only ever
cooked his food when he was feeling nostalgic about his past
life of him eating his mother's cooked food. Blah to that
nonsense. Straightening up, he went to the kitchen and put the
food on a plate, grabbing a fork before he went to the living
room and sat down. "Do you think you can eat on your own? Or do
you need me to help you?" He quirked a brow, looking at her. It
was pathetic really, how frail and sickly she appeared, but he'd
help her get back to the way she should be. If she even let him
get that far. [/center]
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Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: Gwen
Date: July 17, 2012, 6:25 am
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[center]A fickle creature. She supposed she was. That's
certainly how the Caretakers must have seen her. A fickle
creature...Gwen was no stranger to being bathed, aside from the
last few...how ever long it was. The Caretakers had bathed her
and the other girl together quite often. She could remember it
now. Facing each other as hands methodically cleaned their
forms. Forced to stare into those disgusting crimson eyes of
her...she hated everything about having to look at that other
girl for those few minutes. The way they were so careful with
her. The way they were so focused on cleaning her spotless. Her
baths would be over in a matter of minutes, but they took hours
on that other girl's hair for hours, making it shimmer until it
was so clean that it just...moved like silk and oil all combined
together. Meanwhile they left her with her hair barely
cleaned...That damn black hair...
Gwen was deathly quiet as she reveled in the fact that she was
being cleaned. Not just put in the after-water for a few measly
minutes, but actually...cleaned. She could feel it, the way he
was attentive with her, the fact that the water was clean and
the smell of this soap hit her nose. It made her feel...odd.
Especially as he spoke to her. Claiming her to make
him...curious. Curious...she'd never been told that before. If
she could move anything around her eyes, she'd have rose a brow
or some other facial expression to her own curiousity, but all
she did was finish allowing him to bathe her. She felt herself
still cold though the moment she stepped foot outside of the
tub, shivering as he wrapped her in the towel and brought her
into his arms, again fueling her curiosity once more as he took
her God knows where. She was still quiet, fueling this silence
that she could feel made him squirm. Did it really bother him
that much, her silence and refusal to speak? Such a
thought...almost made her smile. But she quelled it, sitting in
place while openly nude, once again not a stranger to such a
thing. She was a stranger to these oddly fitting clothes, the
way they weren't...tight on hold, but comfy nonetheless.
Comfy...comfort. All of these odd, curious experiences in such
short concession. Seems he wasn't the only one quelling with all
these questions and curiosity...
Time was passing swiftly, it felt, instead of perpetually the
same back within the Caretakers's hands. She was moving around,
being placed elsewhere, given clothes and soon, food. As she sat
upon the couch he'd allowed her lay upon, Gwen smelt
something...familiar. It was that odd, common scent of food that
she and the other girl had been given before. That chewy, tough
meat that always allowed her and the other female to feel
revitalized. Eating this strange substance had not only quelled
their hunger, but as the Caretakers put it, it made them
stronger...With this, she finally spoke, pushing herself forward
slightly as she sniffed the air much like a dog would, her
hoarse voice finally croaking out. "How'd you know this is what
I ate?"[/center]
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Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: JeyColins
Date: July 17, 2012, 6:54 am
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[center]She finally spoke, and it shocked him even more than it
had when he had helped her remove those crimson orbs from her
sockets. Rachet looked down to the food for a moment before he
looked back to her. "Whoah.." He shook his head and curled his
tongue to the corner of his lips as he thought. So she was a
cannibal as well? What kind of cannibal was she? Why did she eat
human meat? Now he wanted to know more about her even more than
he had before. Quirking a brow, he leaned back on the couch and
chuckled a bit, pressing his palm to his forehead as he grinned
deeply. "I didn't know you ate this. I was simply hoping you
wouldn't know the difference between this and pig meat or
something. Hell this is what I eat as well." He said casually,
straightening up as he punctured a piece of the meat with the
fork and looked to her. "Now I'm even more curious about you
Doll. So you'll have to tell me sooner or later.. Just who are
you.." He smirked, the slick appendage moving across his lips as
he shifted closer to her and snickered a bit. Temptation was one
hell of a thing when it ran free with curiosity.
Leaning forward, he was so very tempted to just... Take a little
nibble of her. Though he stopped himself short, lips lingering
over her neck as heated breath washed over her flesh. Grumbling
a bit, he shook his head and straightened his posture, gently
grabbing her hand and placing the fork into it. "It's already on
the fork, go ahead and take a bite. I rarely cook this meat, I
normally eat it raw.. So I have no idea if I did the cooking
right or not." He shrugged. "If it doesn't taste right, then
I'll try again. Don't need you burning a limb off or something
if you tried to cook right now." Another chuckle and he leaned
back, enamel chewing at the side of his tongue as he patiently
sat back and watched her. Damnit he wanted to take a bite, or a
taste, just SOMETHING from her. Something that would quell the
constant temptations to rip her to shreds and take that
delicious nectar that was everything he wasn't use to. "I might
bite you y'know.. I might even try to eat you.. Aren't you
scared, Doll? I've already tasted you, and I do want more.. Are
you afraid of what I'll do?" He asked, raising a brow in pure
curiosity of her answer.
Would she be afraid of him? Would she care at all? Or would she
simply shrug it off because she was a cannibal as well? Come to
think of it, did she even know what she was eating? "Doll.. Who
use to feed you? They obviously knew what you needed to eat..
But the question is.. Do YOU know what you're eating?" He asked,
scrunching his nose as he curled his tongue to the corner of his
lips. There were so many questions, so many that she hadn't
answered and had left in silence. Would she do the same for
these? He would hope she wouldn't, but who knew with her. She
was so... Different, than what he was use to. So he couldn't
predict what she'd talk about or what she'd do even. [/center]
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Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: Gwen
Date: July 17, 2012, 7:43 am
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[center]Her nose tingled with the scent flowing off the heated
meat, saliva forming despite the fact that she tried to hold her
composure. Her stomach growled like a beast ravaged by its own
hunger, her insides burning with the promise of food. It felt as
if it had been years since she'd eaten, years since she'd ever
known what it was to chew...She could still see it, the food
offered to her and the other female. Its strange shape and
textures only highlighted by it's unnatural shades, its bright
pinks and bloody reds...Gwen could still remember the way it
tasted. The way it felt to consume her sustenance, to feel the
thick, crimson liquid slip its tendrils down her throat to
almost immediately make her feel energized. Needless to say, out
of everything she'd hated within the facility, being or not,
Gwen had always been so fond of the feeding periods...But like
all things, it slowly came to an end. So sitting here,
surrounded by cleanliness, surrounded by warmth, surrounded by
this smell...Gwen just felt she could barely contain herself.
Her nails dug into the cushion she sat upon, her body squirmed,
her tongue eagerly ran over her teeth within her mouth at the
promise of meal. But as the man spoke, she found herself
preoccupied from her thoughts, a bit curious as well as he spoke
of eating it. Did he mean not everybody ate it? This meat? Meat
was a common factor in daily nutrition! Was this meat special or
something?... Gwen could feel the shift beside her, feel the
heat that his body offered as it got closer, and while it
did...Gwen visibly felt something within her. It was a
slight...fluttery feeling. The closer he moved, the more vicious
it felt, and the more she felt herself halfway wanting to pull
away and halfway wishing to move closer...
She didn't do either, she simply remained in place with an
attempt at her composure. He was so close that she could
physically feel him. Just...him. His heat was almost a
manifestation upon her skin, and the warm breath that skirted
against her neck waved fuel over the fire of this alien
sensation. Her only obvious sign of acknowledging the movement
being that of her body giving a notable shiver, her skin
littered with the signs of goosebumps. But just as soon as that
feeling blossomed full-hold, he backed away, leaving her with
the most confusion she'd ever felt. What on earth was that? That
whole moment... It faded away. Leaving her with just that little
tickling in her chest as the warm hand held onto hers, directed
it into the correct direction, forking down against the familiar
food substance. Immediately, at the promise of this meal, Gwen
was more than happy to fork it and shove the chewy substance
inside of her mouth. Now she was surprised by two things. The
heat, and the taste. And to sum up how she thought about them,
they were both...amazing. She'd never had it cooked before, and
it tasted so...delicious. So chewy, but tender, tearing between
her teeth that she held hidden within her mouth. Her stomach was
a beast again, growling out as he spoke, her fork diving onto
the plate again as she shoveled more of the meat into her mouth.
There was something happening within her mouth though as she
chewed, only growing more apparent with every bite. The further
she ate, the more her teeth felt uncomfortable inside of her
mouth, and the quicker she could tear into the chewy substance,
only halting for a moment as half a bite lay inside of her
cheek, turning her head in the direction towards where he spoke.
What was he talking about? Biting her? That was an odd thing to
say...she only 'looked' at him silently for a moment longer
before speaking between her slightly full mouth. "I'm not
scared." Then she proceeded to tear back into her meal.
As she ate, she felt nothing but hunger on her mind. All this
time she'd been so starving and hadn't even noticed...She was
drooling much like one of his beasts as she shoveled bite after
bite, only making it to the last bite where she opened her mouth
wide and revealed the change that had taken course inside of her
mouth. Pointed, serrated, whitened enamel gleaming with the
fluid of her spit, burying into the flesh that bite and tearing
into it with an audible rip and growl, his words and questions
beginning to irritate her. She just wanted to fucking eat...It
made her so...angry. All the questions. All the time. Just as
the Caretakers had done before they'd stopped caring...She
slammed her fork back down onto the plate, the metal hitting the
material with a splinter of glass, the plate breaking into
pieces upon pieces as she snarled, saliva dripping down her jaw
as she panted heavily. "It is meat."[/center]
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Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: JeyColins
Date: July 17, 2012, 8:02 am
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[center]The more and more she was near him was the more he
became interested. Long phalanges pressed against his lips as he
pointed his tongue to the corner of them, snickering at her
anger with him. So she could relate other emotions as well?
Those teeth all too familiar to him by him looking in the mirror
daily. A grin, a chuckle, and he lunged forward. A snarl ripping
through his chest as his hands pressed against her shoulders and
forced her back to the couch in a swift motion. "You shouldn't
be, because you're like me in that sense.. But you taste
different.. Nng.. You're so fucking troublesome.. But so goddamn
interesting.." He grumbled and stared down at her before he
straightened up and swept the shards from her person, scooping
them into his large palm before he picked up the others in his
other. "You haven't eaten in forever it seems. I'll fix you some
more." He chuckled, pacing off to toss the remains of the plate
and get her more of the 'meat'. It was apparent through simple
analysis that the woman had never known what she was truly
eating. Nor that she knew much about her diet at all. How much
did she know? Curious questions penetrated his mind once more
and he groaned.
Tossing the shards into the trash, he scrunched his nose and
skittered down the hall into the freezer locker. Opening it up,
he pulled out a quite large bag. Slinging it over his shoulder,
Rachet closed the freezer door and went into the kitchen,
tossing the bag onto the counter. He grabbed a large stove
fitting pan, one that covered all four eyes, and put it down.
Opening up the bag, he pulled out slabs of meat after turning on
the stove, putting them into the pan and seasoning them before
he watched them cook. "Nng.. Troublesome." He rubbed the back of
his head and snarled at himself, picking up another slab of
meat, putting it on the pan. He didn't season that one nor did
he let it stay there long, picking it up after it had thawed.
Serrated enamel tore into the meat and he sauntered around the
kitchen, devouring the meat without hesitation as he thought to
himself. I don't know whether I want to kill her, find out more
about her, or fuck her then kill her. Goddamnit.. Maybe I want
to find out more about her, then fuck her, and possibly not kill
her? Yeah, I think I'll go with that one.. Nngh. Shit.. I think
I want to keep her around.. Wonder if that's good or bad.
Crimson orbs shifted to the pan and he flipped the meat before
he leaned against the counter, trailing his tongue along his
palm and fingers to clear it of the liquids that drenched them,
having finished off the meat. The growl rumbled through his
throat as he lapped at his lips and teeth. "Fuck.. I want to
taste her. Not this sorry sack of shit." He muttered, looking
down. She was like a fucking addictive drug! How the hell was he
suppose to deal with that? He didn't know, but for now, he
regained his composure and turned off the stove, taking the meat
off the pan and putting it on a larger plate. Returning to the
living room, he put the plate down on the table in front of her
and quirked a brow. "Right in front of you. That should take
care of the lack of what you haven't had lately. I'll cook some
more up in a couple of hours. I'll also give you some dried meat
in between. Same stuff, just dehydrated." He shrugged and
narrowed his gaze at her. Rachet decided he'd wait till after
she had finished eating to tell her just what it was she was
eating. That should be a lovely sight. He wondered how she'd
take the news. [/center]
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Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: Gwen
Date: July 17, 2012, 6:36 pm
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[center]Gwen was shoved back, the arm of the couch pushing
against her mid-back, her inability to see adding to the
hostility of the situation. Her lips parted automatically,
instinct a force to be reckoned with as the pointed tips of her
fearsome enamel bared their way towards him, much like a
cornered dog snapping it's maw at the aggressor. She couldn't
see him, but she could feel him, and she was so fucking
starving...Perhaps she hadn't noticed it before through all of
the pain and discomfort she'd earlier felt, but in this moment
she was all senses a lit, a hunter signaled by the first trail
of their prey. He smelled...something amazing. She could smell
it on his breath, smell it on his skin, as if the scent itself
was wafting through his pores. It was thick, musky,
and...and...Gwen liked it. For that split second they were nose
to nose, she liked it. It made her jaw ache with how intense she
liked it, and she felt herself almost leaning forward before he
pushed his body off of her form and dispersed the shattered
plate shards off her body. It was back to how she needed to act
before, shutting her mouth as she beckoned herself to her
hungered silence, only breaking it as she attempted to slurp
away her extra salivation, waiting until he left to ponder
further upon the strange way this man acted and made her act.
Her stomach was snarling out again, almost painful with the way
it hungered. Gwen faintly remembered this mention from the
Caretakers, a long long time ago. The way they meticulously ate
the same thing consistently, the same time every day. She'd
asked for something different once when she was the only one,
when she was the one loved and cared for...They'd told her, much
to their distaste, that this was what had to be eaten and no
other food substance could suffice. It was special. They didn't
give her details, just that this material is what made her the
way she was, what made her special. She had to eat it or she'd
die...It'd been too long since she'd had that special substance,
and as the days passed, or what she thought was days in that
expanse of time, she realized that the Caretakers had given her
truth upon that. The further she went without that food, the
further exhausted she'd felt. They'd given her 'food', but if
anything, it made her weaker. She couldn't fight them anymore
when they checked on her, she couldn't battle back...And now. It
was here. In this place...At her disposal. The wet muscle of her
tongue slathered itself over her lips with a sickening slurp,
saliva only pooling further against the corner of her lips as
the need anxiety for this meal made her antsy, her nails
intending to scrape against the couch cushion...but tearing in
instead with a rip. Oops...
Maybe she'd actually have been concerned if she wasn't so
hungry, but the moment he walked inwards with the sustenance on
a plate, she was straight hunger instinct and nothing else, not
even bothering with anything other than her hands as she delved
into the meat, tearing into its heated surface with a tear and
snarl, juices falling from her lips and drippin over her
fingertips, only answering him with sloppy intakes of breath
between deepened, more animal-like growls.[/center]
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Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: JeyColins
Date: July 18, 2012, 9:04 am
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[center]How delightful it was, watching her devour the meat like
a crazed animal. He grinned, leaning back against the couch as
he pressed his fingers to his lips and watched her. It made him
wonder even more just who this woman was and where she came
from. Though he considered waiting until she got done eating to
tell her just what it was she was eating, he wanted to see her
reaction right now. Leaning forward a bit, he trailed his tongue
across his lips as crimson orbs took in her every move. "You
know.. You're eating human flesh." He snickered and clicked his
tongue a bit. "That's what we eat, we're cannibals. We eat
humans to survive. Regular animal doesn't sustain us, it can
tide us over for a couple of hours, but we'd have to eat three
times as much to suffice for the lack of human meat." He said,
that crush velvet voice wrapping the air in that devious tone as
he leaned back against the couch and intently observed how she'd
take this information. It wasn't often something caught his
interest, but this woman. Oh she certainly got his attention. He
wanted to ravage and pick at her mind, find things out and
sedate his curiosity about her.
Yet what he wanted to do most of all right now was completely
and savagely ravage her body. Why? Because she did more than
catch his curiosity. She captured his attention in more ways
than one and he was seeing past her sickly appearance to
something much more pleasant. Curling the tip of his tongue
against the corner of his lips, he thought on images that popped
into his mind about every which way and that how he'd go about
fucking her till she couldn't walk straight the next day.
Snickering at the mental pictures, he let out a sigh of content
and looked at her, grinning ever still. [/center]
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Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: Gwen
Date: July 21, 2012, 9:33 pm
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[center]She devoured the final bite, completing her hunger with
a slurp of her tongue upon her lips, disposing of any
blood-ridden juices still dripping against her flesh. Already
she felt revitalized, her body felt a little bit stronger, her
exhaustion a little lower, and the throb of pain a little
duller. Gwen felt so good...that she brought her hand upwards,
and without the slightest hint as to what she was doing, brought
her curled fist down upon the plate until it smashed into
smithereens just like its previous predecesor. Once again the
beautiful finesse that was tinkling glass spilling over the
floor sounded out, and Gwen sat back with a sigh of complete
satisfaction, no apologies or snarky remarks whatsoever. She was
just a pale mass bunched up like a satiated cat, happily coiled
up in the corner of the couch, her only other movement being the
shift of her head towards where the man's voice resonated. He
sounded almost as satisfied as she was in the tone of his voice,
her eyebrow perking beneath the mass of bandages. Such a voice
made her feel sick, reminding her thoroughly of the way a few of
the Caretakers spoke of the other female...and such made her
extremely hostile, obvious as she shrank further in her perch,
the earlier smile disappearing entirely. The way he spoke and
what he spoke of should have given her an entirely different
reaction but..."Is it? How quaint..." Gwen wasn't even
surprised, in the least. After all, it wasn't like she was
entirely 'human', so what'd it matter to her?
Still, she hated that snarky way he acted. How he was always so
satisfied with himself, so smug in it that it made her hate his
presence just now. Her arms had wrapped their way around her
knees that were pulled to her chest, her head turned towards him
in a gesture of what could have been accusing, her being
completely brushing off what he'd just said. She figured that
since he was here and he was catering on her in a way the
Caretakers had long neglected..."I'm thirsty. Fetch me a
drink."[/center]
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Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: JeyColins
Date: July 21, 2012, 11:16 pm
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[center]When she shattered the plate, he grumbled beneath his
breath a bit before cleaning it up and tossing the remains,
sitting back down, he quirked a brow as he listened to her. Oh
the curiosity that ensued after she gave such a plain reaction.
Watching her shrink back, her every action being registered for
later analysis as he quirked a brow. "Delightful." He said
simply, grinning still. Though when she said to 'Fetch' her a
drink, he quirked a brow. Now if there was one thing that peeved
him it was someone disrespecting him. Not that he thought he was
higher than most, other than the putrid scum he ate, he just
hated being disrespected. Growling a bit, he leaned forward a
bit closer to her. "Excuse me? Doll you better show a bit more
fucking respect than that. I'm not a goddamn dog." He stated
harshly, his canines bared a bit as he narrowed his gaze at her.
"I show you respect, you do the same for me. That's generally
all I ask, other than you to listen to me if it's important,
because most of the time it's to keep you from getting hurt or
some shit." Gathering himself to his feet, he grumbled and
curled his tongue again, near biting it.
"I'll go get you a drink, but fucking watch it next time. Else
I'll leave your ass high and dry until you say please." He
muttered, sauntering off into the kitchen. Grabbing a glass out
of the cabinet, he growled lightly beneath his breath. "Nngh..
So troublesome." His patience was starting to go away with that
simple action. Starting to wonder if he would wait to get the
information he wanted from her or not, he looked into his fridge
and grabbed out the thick paste like liquid. Pouring a half a
glass, he didn't even think if she drank the actual liquid
contents of the body or not as he heated it up to thin it and
swirled it around in the glass. Coming to terms with his
annoyance, he figured he'd keep her around for a bit longer and
see how things turned out. Trailing back into the living room,
he sat back down and grabbed her hand, placing her fingers
around the glass. Silence, it started to reign prominent once
more as he simply leaned back and thought to himself. [/center]
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Re: Tossing tides.
DIR By: Gwen
Date: July 22, 2012, 10:54 am
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[center]For the shit trouble she could get in to for talking to
him this way, and the fact that he'd just explained his origins
to be much like hers, Gwen found it...frighteningly funny. The
fact that he got in such a twist over her demanding him! It was
so...what was the word for it? Oh dear, she couldn't even think
of it, but still Gwen enjoyed herself, not flinching in the
slightest as further realizations just took a hold of her. She
was somewhere out of the Caretakers reach, nobody had come for
her, nobody tied her down, nobody shoved a needle in her skin,
nobody locked her up, and...nobody stopped her. She just crushed
a plate and nobody stopped her. Nobody...Gwen giggled
immediately, her fingers tightening around her as she kept her
head tilted in his direction, not too sure if she was entirely
facing him or not, smiling widely as if proud of herself and her
accomplishments. He was so mad at her!! The Caretakers had never
gotten mad at her like that, ever! They just blanked and acted
like nothing happened at all...lifeless little dolts. But him!
He got genuinely upset with her!! She liked it. She liked seeing
that emotion fume from him...Like what she did was actually
worth getting that bent over. Gwen wanted more of that emotion.
It made him...cute.
He was back and she was still giggling to herself, her hands
wrapping around the glass while she coddled it to her, sipping
at the side for a moment before furrowing her brow. What just
touched her tongue was...something heavenly. It was thick as it
slipped down her throat, thick, warm, and it had this
interesting, almost metallic taste. As much as she should have
hated it, it tasted...divine. In all honesty, before she'd taken
a taste, Gwen had half-the mind to drop the glass on the ground
purposely to break it and piss him off more, but she definitely
couldn't at this point...Gwen was chugging the glass as if it
were an elixir. It's heavenly tastes and delightful effects
making her head practically bubble with the ecstasy of the
moment, not stopping even as the glass was emptied, her
crimson-painted tongue rubbing consistently over the inside and
rim of the glass as best as it could, her slurps loud and
sloppy. "What...is this?!"[/center]
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