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Author:
Letha
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Date Posted: 19:48:57 01/06/03 Mon
In reply to:
Demon
's message, "[.lap.]" on 16:18:06 01/01/03 Wed
No attention was paid to the watching female. She wasn't even noticed, all attention fixed upon the flow of scarlet and he who lapped up her pool of life. The irregular, collectively spiked fur rose just slightly as the male drew closer. Even in her mental state, she knew what he wanted; knew his goal.
Time almost seemed to slow in her eye, watching Demon shoot towards the source of the puddle with exposed fangs. In a strange reaction, the Darkness let go of her forelimb, body lunging to a stand, the crimson comming out quicker with the pressure of her weight. Maw was open as Demon's was, sickening amounts of blood, the consistancy of saliva, dripping from the jaws that moved to clamp down upon the ebon's own foreleg.
There was no malice, no anger. It wasn't an attack, challange, nor threat of anykind. Rather, it was like a trade. Her blood for his. She didn't know anything save for the risk she was taking, and even that was lost in a torrent of pulsing instanity that enjoyed taking risks.
OOC: Aww, how cute, they're vampires in love ^.^ j/k that would be REALLY ironic x.x sorry took so long. mother took control of the computer all weekend >.<
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