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Mar 16, 2007 12:24

Narratives about vampires usually mention moonlight, and black veils of silken something-or-other, but not this one. Squeemish about blood? No fear here! Heard that Anne Rice stopped being fashionable a whole decade ago? You're right!

Then again...maybe, somewhere in your munny heart, you've always wanted to write a good ol' fashioned exchange-of-life-force scene. It's sexy, it's metaphorical, it's a guilty pleasure for young and old!

Then step right up, because Isamu is in the Nexus. Granted he's wearing black, but the denim cancels it out. Despite the fact that fanartists can't decide what colours his eyes are (they're grey) they are certainly not red. Or soulful. Actually he looks like a high school student who just pulled a double all-nighter.

"Pf. I didn't want to do this, but I can't find the people I normally eat off." Isamu flops into a couch, and brushes his darkity dark long luxurious locks out of his deep brooding orbs. "Anybody feeling generous with their life? It comes back, I swear. And I don't care if you're a robot, a furry or an alien from Kansas. I'm really hungry."

((Sorry about the delay in responding, my internet died just after I posted. -_-;))
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