Dallas Ariana Petrov
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Feb 26, 2015 3:08:41 GMT
 ### words notes: DALLAS ARIANA PETROV So she wasn't a total bitch all the time. The majority of it, yes, she thoroughly enjoyed making peoples lives miserable. However there were many rare opportunities in which one might find her.. less than so. Acting 'normal' might have been a bit of an exaggeration, being 'reasonable' was probably more the word to describe it. The moments in which she decided to act in such a way were few and far between, but if there was one thing that had a chance at making her even remotely human (besides causing pain) it was her dear brother Tyler.
'Close' was an understatement. From something as traumatizing as being orphaned and flown across the country as tiny children, to something as simple as a civil dispute, she'd always have his back. The same could be same for her, however she was always able to talk her way out of anything she needed to. The two were inseparable for the most part, as most twins were, but these two had quite a different dynamic than most siblings, something that could only be compared to some sort of zookeeper with a favorite cuddly lion.
When not trying to take over the world, Dallas was often be found by his side. Hell, he worked for her like the little pet he was, so that fact wasn't all that bizarre. Today would be one of those nights, especially so that things were running rather slow. The woman had taken it upon herself to sit on the tall bar in which her brother worked, (she owned the damn place so why couldn't she?) while casually watching 'her' dancers mill about the lit building. Leaning back ever so slightly, she turned her head to search for her brother, who had begun wiping the counter down in what was probably boredom. The drama was lacking, unfortunately, which would only leave the two of them to entertain one another. "Tyyy..." She drawled in a rather affectionate tone, smirking as the man lifted his head and began making his way over like the dog he was.
Tyler rolled his eyes in response to the nickname, but had noticed himself strolling over anyways, finding Dallas to be way more entertaining than any sort of half-hearted cleaning. "Need me to go find you a man again?" The man scoffed, pausing by his sisters side, an eyebrow raising to accompany his mock. "I think I saw one to your liking over there in the corner."
The womans dark eyes trailed curiously in the direction mentioned, only to have her nose wrinkle in utter disgust as they settled upon a wrinkly old man with a beer belly. He couldn't have been under eighty years old. Her gaze snapped back to her brother with some sort of dark amusement as she crossed her leg over another. That man was hardly worth a life, let alone her time. "Ha Ha. Very funny." She remarked. "You know -" A movement in her peripheral vision caught her eye, which was saying a lot considering the club was always moving, so her voice quickly faded as she shifted to look.
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She'd come in only the most honest of circumstances, honestly, though that didn't necessarily mean she couldn't take in the scenery while she was there, right? Madelynn found herself staring, naturally. It wasn't her fault that her boyfriend worked at a strip club, after all, and it certainly wasn't her fault that she'd been cursed with finding women attractive. Walking through the building alone caused her heart to race, though she tried to keep her intentions as pure as they could be in a club of that nature. Find Andrew. She reminded herself.
The brunettes pregnancy still had yet to show, thankfully, but her clothes had begun to grow snug around her midsection, which was now covered with her arms as they crossed over it. She quickly and quietly made her way over to the bar, assuming it was the best place to find him. Though it would seem even such a simple action wasn't going able to easy, spotting a damn gorgeous woman propped up on the bar, distracted by another handsome male. To put it simply, it was hard not to drool. Her jaw slackened, eyes running the length of the others forms before she even knew what she was doing. Why'd Andrew have to work there, of all places? Clearing her throat, Madelynn stepped up beside them and set her gaze on the woman who seemed to have some sort of authority to her. "You wouldn't happen to know where an 'Andrew Pierce' is, would you?"
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Sure, it wasn't something she normally went after, but Dallas was bored, and quite honestly she only got into trouble when she was bored. Therefore, she found it much more productive to focus her attention on the brunette that had just approached her. Now shifting to slip behind the bar next to her brother, only to shoo him back to his duties. A pleasant smile crept up onto Dallas' face as she set her eyes on her new source of 'fun'. "Hmmm, Andrew?" The woman leaned on the counter in front of the stranger, resting a head in her palm and matching a gaze that couldn't seem to separate from her. This of course would only amuse the demonic woman further. Dallas knew what she was, but she certainly never grew tired of people staring. But in all honesty, she didn't keep up with the names of her employee's, there were too many, besides the fact that she didn't care to. Surely that was somebody elses job. "Doesn't ring a bell, hun, but I can certainly help you find him." Her voice quickly slipped back into her average sultry purr, a laugh lighting her features as she noticed the woman in front of her looking rather uncomfortable.
Almost as if the woman were fully aware of what she felt, but was restraining herself. Why? Dallas' head tilted ever so slightly with curiosity. Perhaps it would have to do with this 'Andrew' fellow? Now her interest was peaked as she examined the stranger in front of her. This could get fun, and rather fast.
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Andrew Gap Pierce
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Post by Andrew Gap Pierce on Feb 26, 2015 4:00:33 GMT
Two AM, where do I begin? Crying off my face again and the silence and the loneliness wants to follow me to bed. I'm a ghost of a man that I want to be most. I'm the shadow of a man I used to know well. Dancing slowly in an empty room, can the lonely take the place of you? I sing myself a quiet lullaby, let me go and let the lonely in, to take my heart again. Too afraid to go beside for the pain of one more loveless night. But the loneliness will Stay Andrew didn't mean to work in a strip club... okay yes he did mean to work there but not for the intentions others would think of. Being as handsome as he was brought in more customers than usual. But even he had his standards and preferred to stick to somewhere that had the least vision of the dancers waltzing around and doing their job on stage. Unfortunately there really wasn't one except for maybe a far end to the bar section, where he usually kept his head relatively low unless he needed to look at the clock. However it wasn't that hard to smile at others, charm was something that came easy to be honest. Maybe that's how he ended in a place like this? Possibly. But he was a loyal man and would never betray beloved Madelynn even if... the strippers were tantalizing. But! That is a subject for another day (*cough* Maddy get another job *Cough*).
He had never personally met his boss or her brother. Sure maybe a couple of glimpses but he never really paid attention, too busy going around and serving people to look at his co-workers. Of course there was always this ruckus about this Asher guy but not that he cared. The Strip club was a whole new place of drama that he'd rather not get himself wrapped up in... for now. Creepy old guys and manipulative young women weren't his thing. Never was, even when he was the player in the old days. Sure he himself was a little aged, almost thirty but didn't mean he had a gray beard and a fat gut to match. Being groomed was a lot better than being considered creepy and ugly. Not that he could ever be, to be honest. He was exceptionally well in looks and exercising wasn't hard for him. More of a hobby to be honest.
But besides the point, being alone and being lonely were different things now. He no longer felt lonely, knowing his dear was pregnant and he had moved in with her. Sure she was a little distant but at least she still loved him, right? The woman left him a little alone, sure, but he didn't feel lonely anymore. Plus he had a child on the way! That was a thing to look forward to! Even if it had two heads or an extra leg, it would be beautiful... as long as it wasn't damaged like its parents. But they would give it the support it would need, right? And if Maddy didn't, he would raise it by himself, that was a promise! If the child were to survive he would probably smother it with love. Hey, he was an aggressive monster but he had plenty of room in his heart to love another.
Currently he was busy wiping down the marble counter for the bar, blue eyes following his large hand as it glided across the surface. His muscular frame dimly lit by the small lamps hanging by the ceiling. A calm and quiet smile curved his lips upwards. Everything was good for the time being. He had a steady flow of money coming in, saving up for the child, and he had a loving woman by his side. Who could ask for more? Sure their place was small but it was worthy enough. They'd have to move though.... so much to do, so little time.
A feminine voice reached his ears, over coming the static, white noise. His gaze slowly looked up from the counter to peer over at (to his surprise) Madelynn coming in. An eyebrow raised slightly, watching her approach his boss who brushed away her brother. Interest struck him, head tilting to the side curiously. A small jealous and possessive feeling squeezed his heart. Of course his mind jumped to the worst, thinking that Madelynn was cheating on him and having sex with women so she wouldn't get the child damaged from 'vigorous activities' but no, she wouldn't do that to him! At least.. not anymore. He had put her in the boundaries of what to do and what not to do if she ever wished to be his beloved. But his lover being around a beautiful lady... well he couldn't take it or he might just implode from the questioning of what could be and the what ifs.
Hesitantly his feet started moving, scared of getting hurt and crashing once more. But he kept his composure as he pushed his feelings inwards, keeping it down and away from his expression. His frame moved freely across the distance that was between him and his dearly loved, he ignored the dancers looking at him as he passed. Blue eyes sparked with that damn curiosity that seemed to always hurt him. A small smile lit his face as he became nearer and nearer. Hopefully what he was thinking that was happening really wasn't. Maddy couldn't betray twice, right? Even if she didn't... well it seemed the problem with him and his brother was that they fell too hard too fast. "Hey Maddy!" He greeted with a hint of a cheerful feeling to it. Who wouldn't be happy greeting the love of their life? Maddy was precious to him, so it seemed good enough to express his happiness for having her. And protecting her and her happiness with his life. tagged red <3 | notes muahaha let it begin Words: 1,007 template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Dallas Ariana Petrov
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Feb 26, 2015 5:39:30 GMT
### words notes: DALLAS ARIANA PETROV The possibilities were endless. Dallas could tell just by the look on the woman's face that she was desperately attempting to control herself, which was only highly entertaining. She was trying to protect this 'Andrew' fellow, to be 'loyal', however badly the attempt may be. She could do so much with a weak mind, and it seemed as if this was exactly what she'd stumbled on. Most likely some form of desperate girl, getting pregnant from a one night stand, clinging to the baby's father for hope that they may one day be a big happy family. Close enough, anyways.
Loyalty? Loyalty didn't exist. Not fully, not ever. Nobody could be strictly dedicated to one being for their entire lives. She would be positive of this fact, if only from her 'experiences' in dealing with 'loyal' married men. Human attraction wasn't something that could be quelled by the mental state of 'love' that so many people claimed they fell into. She was willing to bet she was right, as well. If Dallas was one thing, she was intelligent...and not just because she could read other peoples thoughts.
Her dark orbs bore a hole through the strangers as she held her gaze firmly, blue light dancing off the surface of them, which quite possibly only made her look that much more demonic. And then her telepathic mind would wander through the brunette's thoughts, prying, toying with her memories which, lets face it, were like an open book. They weren't particularly pleasant, even for a monster such as herself. If she had a heart she would almost feel sorry for the poor woman, but of course, that would never happen. No, this would only fuel her fire. Satisfied with whatever she retained from her mind, Dallas rocked back onto her heel and straightened slightly with a crooked grin. She had the information she needed, now.
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The womans gaze was intoxicating, that was for sure. Madelynn found it hard to separate herself, being dragged into something that she knew she didn't need to, but unable to move away regardless. People like this were why she didn't find much comfort with going out to clubs any longer, and for good reason. It felt as if she were watched for centuries, before finally, relief. She found the room to breath, swallowing hard against any particularly.. nasty thoughts that came into her mind. Which, was rather hard considering the look the other woman was giving her.
A familiar voice caught her ear and her heart lifted, finding the strength to pull her eyes away from the dangerously alluring woman to send a grin over to her boyfriend. Finally, something in the club that was okay to look at. Anxiously shifting her gaze between the man and the woman in front of her, she eventually decided to ignore the other brunette all together. "Hey!" Madelynn greeted back in a shaky attempt a chirp, being relatively happy (and not just because she was surrounded by scantily clad women psh), all except for the eerie feeling she continued to receive from the other woman.
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Turning slowly, all the while keeping this Madelynn woman 'underneath her thumb', she shifted her eyes to peer over at the man in which she had heard about in the woman's mind. This Andrew fellow meant quite a lot to her, though her loyalty was shaky, that much was clear. The little whore of a woman could barely keep her eyes off of her, and the best part? Dallas had her wrapped around her finger now. Which was especially helpful when a attractive man came into sight.
A shiver ran down her spine, immediately sending her eyes down his form. This Andrew fellow was quite handsome, it was a shame that she'd already decided to toy with the two of them. 'Love' Was just too damn fun to mess with, too fun to prove wrong. It was like somebody put a locked box of candy in front of her, it was much too difficult to ignore. Especially so when one of the two were so badly weak-willed, so easy. Therefore, she'd allow the chaos to begin.
Returning to resting her elbows on the bar, the shadow manipulator extended an arm to the other brunette and lightly grabbed her chin, to which she naturally would receive a startled look. But as their eyes met again the stranger paused, reluctant to hold her gaze again, but doing so nonetheless. Perfect. Dallas leaned in now, silencing anything the other had to say with a kiss.
If the stranger had any hesitation with accepting such an action she wouldn't show it, aside from an immediate jerk away. Dallas could nearly chuckle. Loyalty. The embrace lasted a long moment, slipping away and instead shifting to the woman's ear. Now, she didn't want her to get any ideas, would she? The speech the demonic woman whispered to the other would be too quiet for any to hear, but whatever it was provoked an immediate response, much to her satisfaction.
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Madelynn's eyes widened wide with horror as the woman sent a nightmare crawling up into her thoughts, any form of lust she showed previously vanishing in an instant. "W-wha?" She stammered out, staggering back, only to have her eyes fill with warm tears which immediately pooled down her face. "H-how?" Panic crept up into her like some sort of plague, tripping and falling back onto her butt, apparently due to some sort of terror. A sob wracked her body now, only staring up at the other brunette with fear. And the most chilling of it all, she could swear through her tears, that the bitch smirked.
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Post by Andrew Gap Pierce on Feb 26, 2015 6:10:56 GMT
Two AM, where do I begin? Crying off my face again and the silence and the loneliness wants to follow me to bed. I'm a ghost of a man that I want to be most. I'm the shadow of a man I used to know well. Dancing slowly in an empty room, can the lonely take the place of you? I sing myself a quiet lullaby, let me go and let the lonely in, to take my heart again. Too afraid to go beside for the pain of one more loveless night. But the loneliness will Stay Andrew was many things. A monster, yes. Murderous? Possibly. But cold hearted was another thing. He cared for others, probably too much in fact. He had so much room in his heart for love that all of his hate was placed in his mind where reasoning battled with it. His emotions were difficult, yeah, but they were understandable at least. He could be a complicated man if there wasn't anybody around but let's face the facts, having somebody as good as Madelynn wasn't easy to find and wasn't any easier to keep close to. Her habit of pushing him away wasn't even real to him anymore. He wouldn't allow it to happen anyways. He had grown accustomed to it, able to keep her at bay with her connection problems. But that didn't necessarily mean that kept her from fleeing to other people for more opportunities. She had done it once, what was stopping her from doing it again?
He hardly noticed the woman checking him out, eyes trailing down his frame as he approached. It was just something he had gotten used to, as snobby as that sounds. "Hey!" His smile broadened at her greeting, an elbow leaning on the counter as he cocked a hip slightly. "You met my boss?" The man asked with a glance to the woman, offering a small grin before looking back to Madelynn. You know what's scary about the world? We don't know what Dark Matter is. But what's scarier is that it surrounds us all, it's everywhere. Dallas was that dark matter. She was unpredictable to him. He had no idea what she was capable of, he didn't no jack squat about her. But guess what? She didn't know shit about him either... that was the fun part.
Blue gaze watched as a thin and feminine hand came into view. Curiosity took hold of him but soon his large muscles bunched together, tensing up as he watched them kiss. But thankfully Madelynn hadn't accepted it and tore herself away. Eyes flew wide, his initial feeling was shock. Surprised even. And soon, Madelynn looked terrified. "W-Wha? H-How?" The woman's eyes was rapidly glistening with tears. Fear and the need to comfort her over came him, forgetting about the girl next to him. He quickly kneeled down to wrap his arms around his lover. "Shhh... i-it's okay." He quietly murmured to her before lifting her up into his arms.... but he was far from finished here. Setting her on a table with a kiss to her forehead, piercing gaze snapped to his boss, pupils slitting. And... what set him off was the smirk curling onto her lips. It hurt worst than the bullet that Emmett shot through his thigh and angered him more than Madelynn in danger. A snarled ripped through his lips... she had no idea who she was messing with.
A hand shot forward to snatch her collar, jerking her towards him. "Before you say anything I don't give a shit if you're my boss, if you mess with her, you mess with me. And let's just say i'm not the holiest saint here." He growled lowly, making it only audible for her until.. well, let's see what happens when he gets mad? Oh that's right he shifts! Rage and fury filled him quickly, his short fuse blowing off the top. His shirt slowly ripped from the sides, fur and scales covering him. His snout extended from his face, claws tearing through the hem of her shirt. And before he knew it, he was a beast once more. He had control though... but not for long. His frame leaped over the counter to tackle her, arms wrapping themselves around her form. His muzzle short out to mercilessly tear his fangs through her shoulder. Having animal urges is hard controlling them when blood caked his tongue, dripping down his throat. The delicious and metallic taste slithered down, a cruel smile curling his lips. His claws gripped her forearms to pin them against the floor, showing his sharp fangs. Feeling guilt, pain, sadness. It was hard now feeling negative emotions. What he did was justified in his mind. If you fuck with the people he loved then you deserved worst for being a bitch. What he does to Emmett, he deserved it. He provokes the man, tried to shoot Madelynn's foot. Tearing into his side was simply protecting her. But toying with emotions was worst than any physical harm. Feelings and stability was a lot more precious than us because if we were insane then we could do whatever we wanted with caring. Cutting? Madelynn did it because she was regretful and guilty. And the fact that this horrific bitch thought she could waltz in and try to ruin her, make her crumple was more than a bitch. She was now classified as bad, an enemy. She was an ass who wanted power, thinking she could rule everyone when all she could do was feed her confidence and pride but she couldn't control everybody. He wouldn't allow it. Mostly because nobody could tame him except for Madelynn. If she was ever afraid of him, he'd have to stop. But for now tearing his teeth into this woman felt a lot more delectable than backing off and going out the door with his tail between his legs. tagged red <3 | notes Have fun <3 Words: 1,002 template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Feb 26, 2015 8:48:01 GMT
### words notes: DALLAS ARIANA PETROV Control was only but a state of mind. She would have been a complete idiot to believe that she physically had any power over anyone. For one, she was a woman with defined tastes, not to mention lacking in any muscle at all, pushing people around wasn't her style nor a physical possibility. No, any form of control that she may have, was all upstairs. Being able to delve into the mind, discover how peoples mind worked and destroy them from the inside, that was control. Having the knowledge to emotionally crumple a person with the drop of a word or a little shadow, it was power. The woman knew 'control' existed because she had just proven it seconds before in the woman's collapse.
And boy was it fantastic to have such a thought renewed. Though it hadn't been a particularly difficult feat, the poor woman was clearly already broken when she got here, however still a victory nonetheless. How else was she supposed to maintain her bitchy self if she didn't have practice? The weak-minded proved to be the easiest targets and for the most drama. Where there were damaged women there was some sort of sappy man to follow, looking for affection. Oh how disgusting that was. And oh how happy she was to destroy any sort of that image.
Why? She wouldn't delve into the psychology of her messed up mind, knowing fully that she was different. All that she bothered to consider was that in leaving her emotions behind she became stronger, nearly invincible (at least in her mind). She didn't give a shit what people thought about her, or what she needed to do in order to get what she wanted. Cold-hearted ambition - something most people lacked these days. It was something she found to be rather attractive about herself, if it wasn't already obvious by the way she strutted around.
This confidence would show, now, as she toyed with the woman, watching her mental collapse in front of her very eyes. And only by lifting a finger. It was pathetic, on the womans part. How one could let themselves get to that state was beyond her understanding. It was precisely another reason why she left her emotions tied up with her empty heart - can't go crazy over emotions if there were none to mess with in the first place. And this would be the explanation as to why she had little to no reaction to being threatened.
For one, 'fear' wasn't in her vocabulary. At least, not any that she would visibly show. Her fears were much more difficult to provoke than a simple threat. It wasn't possible to fear for her life if she didn't give a shit about it in the first place. Herself, yes, that she cared very much for. But if she were to be brutally honest, she was much too prideful to accept fear, she'd much rather to die. Cool as a cucumber she was, as always, as she was drug closer to the handsome man. She boldly met his aggressive eye, if anything looking quite smug that she'd figured out how to push his buttons. It was drama she'd wanted, and oh did she get it. Her empty smirk rose ever so slightly, blinking slowly with her big doe eyes. She would almost look innocent if it weren't for the nasty expression on her face. "Well neither am I, darling. Looks like we have something in common."
Before her very eyes the man seemed to be shifting, much to her curiosity. Being fully aware of what her brother was, it wouldn't faze her much, unless of course.. he was like her brother. In which case she'd have to reconsider her resolution to no fear. Her jaw parted ever so slightly, taking in the creatures form with some sort of acceptance. Well, if she was gonna die she wanted to know what sort of beast was taking her down. Heartbeat increased to a trill at the sight of the monster, more or less the same as her own brother. She ran her tongue over her lips, though would find her smirk quickly diminishing as he turned towards her and leaped.
Although not processing much from the sudden attack, one thing she did feel was the ground. Her lithe form fell hard onto it, a breath of air escaping her lungs from the sudden attack. Though it wouldn't end there, agony quickly swept over her as razor sharp fangs cut into her soft flesh. Quickly regaining her breath, a quiet groan escaped her before, even then, her eyes would meet his confidently. Now, having been pinned onto the ground of her own bar with a torn shirt, her crooked grin would return through the pain. Pain? She had the pain tolerance similar to that of the average man and would grit her teeth through whatever he had to offer. This would only play into the whole 'didn't give a shit' thing, whether a stupid mindset or not.
Somehow she'd find a way to still be her bitchy self, it wouldn't be surprising if she hadn't been in this situation before (because lets face it she deserves it). In fact, she took on a new sort of confidence, the whole 'the worst thing you can do is kill me' sort of thing. There were many more pleasant things she'd rather do that included her being on her back, but whatever suited his fancy. "Damn...I actually liked this shirt." She purred, shifting lightly, probably in an attempt to make herself comfortable underneath the weight of the man and the claws that dug into her arms. Consequently pain ripped through her shoulder, causing her to grimace as she looked at the wound with distaste. Oh how she hated blood. She quickly shifted her attention back to the creature on top of her. "Aren't you the least bit curious to see what's on Madelynn's mind? Hmmm?" The brunette's smirk rose. "Shame, there's some pretty entertaining things in there." Now flicking her eyes away, she glanced in the general direction of the woman, even if she couldn't see her behind the bar. "If you knew what she actually thought of you.."
The screams and panicked voices of her employee's and customers rang in her ears, although ultimately ignoring them. This was war, and she could hardly be interested in what the little peasants thought. Her dark eyes narrowed with a nearly playful glimmer to them. Was everything a game to her? Of course it was. This was Dallas after all.
Half a second later half of the club was cast in an utter, unforgiving darkness. Somewhere behind her self-made shadow the lights still danced in their normal routine, however, they wouldn't be coming out to play this night. People scrambled in the now pitch blackness, stumbling over one another in a hasty attempt to run to the exit. The kicker? She could see through her little 'camouflage' clear as day. That's what made this all the more fun.
Slinking through that blackness, however, was only but her faithful and highly volatile brother. Feline features lowered to the ground in order to feel his way through the dark, until eventually reaching the end of the bar. Large paws froze in spot now, jaw's parting as he took in the scent of the intruder. Or rather, not an intruder at all, but the familiar scent of a coworker. One of their own, turning on them? A silent snarl caught his features, his bubbling rage a ticking time bomb. Mess with his sister and they had hell to pay, he'd make sure of it.
Through the near non-existent lighting the chimera caught sight he'd been looking for, a ragged growl ripping out of his vocal cords. Muscles bunching, the freak of an a beast lifted off of the floor and lunged towards the other of his species, colliding with a decently sized form and sinking his fangs into the nearest thing that reached his muzzle, most likely a shoulder, or perhaps a flank, he couldn't tell in the shadows.
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Post by Andrew Gap Pierce on Feb 28, 2015 23:13:26 GMT
Two AM, where do I begin? Crying off my face again and the silence and the loneliness wants to follow me to bed. I'm a ghost of a man that I want to be most. I'm the shadow of a man I used to know well. Dancing slowly in an empty room, can the lonely take the place of you? I sing myself a quiet lullaby, let me go and let the lonely in, to take my heart again. Too afraid to go beside for the pain of one more loveless night. But the loneliness will Stay Andrew watched the cold hearted woman's smirk curl heavier. "Well neither am I, darling. Looks like we have something in common." Something in him... he wasn't quite sure what had happened but the sudden urge to become cruel became larger, expanding to the point where a wicked smile twitched on his lips. "Isn't this going to be fun." He snarled in an icy manner, tone calm and yet dangerous. Like a vicious purr of sorts. Seems everybody had their demons as well.. his were much more visual if you got to know him. Yes there was a nice man somewhere in there but hardly anybody got to see it. So it's kind of like it's not even there, like when a tree falls and nobody ever hears it, does it even make a sound?
The claws curling around the shoulders, the adrenaline pumping through his veins, it fueled him greatly. The ground meeting their forms caused his breathing to escalate eagerly. His eyebrows furrowed but the same monster-like smile accompanied it. He tasted the blood on his tongue, his paws against soft flesh, fangs ripping through that same skin. It was positively delectable and he loved every second of it. Ripping his skull backwards, tearing off some meat, he looked down at the brave and arrogant girl. Still smiling? Hm. Interesting. He turned his muzzle to spit the remains of skin from his mouth, reptilian tongue flickering across his maws to swipe away the blood. A sickening shiver slithered its way down his spine at the familiar metallic taste. "Damn... I actually liked this shirt." His gaze flickered back to her, an eyebrow raising amusingly. "I don't care." He answered with a puff of air blowing through his nares. Slowly and reluctantly he forced his form to get off of hers, armored tail dragging itself along where her neck and chest met in a cat-like manner. "Aren't you the least bit curious to see what's on Madelynn's mind? Hmmm? Shame, there's some pretty entertaining things in there." He slowly stopped, freezing in his tracks. His heart pounded in his ears, tail curling around on of his legs. "If you knew what she actually thought of you.." His gaze wavered... it couldn't be true. She couldn't think of him as a monster! But... is it really surprising? Pupils slowly looked down at the blood staining his yellow claws. Swallowing his sadness down, allowing his pride to show once more, he craned his head to look at her. A smile still lit his face, fangs showing brightly. "I already know what she thinks of me, darling. I'm a beast and nobody can deny it.... isn't that simply delectable to think about hmm?" He answered cooly as he turned back to her, front legs going over her mid-section, placing himself horizontally across her. "It's just a lot more fun to know you're someone with power isn't it? I could kill you right now but that'd be a lot less fun wouldn't it?" The creature purred. "Now if you excuse me, I must get going." He excused himself and leaped onto the bar counter.... It seemed insanity had gotten itself to him. But how? He wasn't sure. But being in the company of somebody as equally as a monster must of brought it out.
The darkness welcomed him. His ice blue and blood red eyes shined in the light. He would now always be half beast and half man whether he liked it or not. He was not two people but joined pairs to combine, making a twisted man of him. Bounding off the marble surface, he landed heavily onto the wooden ground.... the urge to hunt was too great. Slinking onto the floor, frame staying low to the ground but he was still probably at the height of a table. His feet were in motion as he charged towards the sound of a shriek... but he never made it. The monster felt a body collide into his own. Sharp and flint-like teeth slammed themselves into his injured flank, causing a rage-filled roar to rip from his mouth. Fire lit the open air above his head, lighting and illuminating the room briefly before it dissipated. His skull snapped towards the attacker furiously.. but his pupils were not slitted. They were widened, similar to that of a bear's. His stomach slide across the ground until hind paws forced him to skid to a stop. Twisting his body around so claws could latch to the head, he drug the sharp tips into the skin. Muzzle jerked forward to try to latch his fangs onto the arch of the neck. "Let's see you play, kitty." tagged red <3 | notes Words: 856 template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Dallas Ariana Petrov
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Post by Dallas Ariana Petrov on Mar 23, 2015 22:13:51 GMT
 800 words notes: ignore the template I was just too lazy to find a new one. First post with mostly Tyler ;D DALLAS ARIANA PETROV Torn and bleeding but undefeated, the woman released a soft breath as she was released. Slowly, so as to not rip her injury further, she propped herself up onto her elbows first. She surveyed the darkness with an eerie calm as the monster left, watching his form slip away. Done so soon? Shame, the fun had only just gotten started.
The metallic scent of her own blood wafted into her nose, which crinkled with distaste. She lifted her uninjured arm to gingerly pry the torn shirt from the shoulder, dark irises flicking down to study the damage. The sticky liquid clung to her skin and said clothing, as well as maintaining a steady trickle down her back. How disorganized, messy. Definitely not up to her standards by any means. Her lips pursed, a reaction from both a twisted disappointment and the intense pain that ricocheted through the shoulder with every pulse.
As for Andrew? He was no longer a worry, having gone off to embrace his wild side (though her disrupted business and damage to the bar was most definitely coming out of his paycheck). She instead felt the need for a drink. Her face contorted with the agony as she stood, even more so as she rolled her shoulders back to stretch the stiff muscles out. First order of business, a glass of wine. She stalked to the bar and made herself the alcohol before eventually settling herself back into her original seat - on the counter, where she could enjoy both her drink and the show. It'd been oh so long since her brother had had a toy of his own. Life was incredibly entertaining, was it not?
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The iron-rich liquid pooled into the chimeras mouth as he sank his fangs ever deeper into his victim, accepting it like an addict to their drug of choice - with lust. It'd been far too long since his last, separated from but not forgotten; rather 'put on hold' under his sisters command (which never really made much sense, why was she allowed to have fun and not him?) But now that he'd had a taste...
The angered cry of his prey filled his confident form with something not unlike that of excitement. He loved a good excuse to tear into some flesh, was this not the perfect opportunity? A momentary fury for the damage done to his sister had faded right about the moment the beasts blood met his tongue. Anger was an emotion that only fueled the urge to kill, but was not always the reasoning behind it. Now what remained in him was as stated above, a pure and primal eagerness. The feeling could be compared to something similar to euphoria, if he'd allow himself to take root in emotions.
This was only but a game, a fun little dance between two predators (and not the sexy type either). A draw of a claw here, the snap of a jaw there, the inevitable pain, but the blood and anger he received was worth it. A cool gleam made it's way to Tylers eye upon feeling the creatures focus redirect towards him, if in his human form a grin would have surfaced. Yes, hello there. His purr of a voice drifted through his own mind, thick with both amusement and his underlying aggression. Shame you had to pick the wrong bitch to mess with. Surely he didn't actually believe that he could get away with drawing blood from the only thing he held dear?
With the attention now redirected on him Tyler released his hold on the males flank. Slowly however. He took his time in pulling his fangs from the soft flesh, most likely trying to prolong his suffering, or perhaps just trying to keep the taste of blood on his tongue. Regardless of his attempt he soon found he was unable to as a muzzle drew near. Quickly ripping downwards and probably creating a great deal of tearing to the muscle, he dipped below the creatures grasp (though it certainly hurt like hell). A chuckle started up in him, contrasting sharply with a ragged snarl, as he swiped feline claws out at the males abdomen (most likely in an effort to disembowel him) anythingbuttheabs. If not to kill then what was the point of fighting?
He leaped away now with a stereotypical 'cat-like' reflexes, crouching nearby, though poised and ready. "You didn't believe you could actually get away with that, did you?" The feline creature cooed, a pink tongue caressing his blood stained ivories, all the while studying the male with those familiar brown eyes.
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