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Tsubaki snacks on the house

Nov 16, 2010 22:12

Who: Deshwitat and Tsubaki
When: Tuesday, November 16
Where: Suite 10
Summary: Deshwitat enjoys a bit of Tsubaki snack, meaning her.
Rating: PG-13 for noms and blood :|a
Warnings: Bloody. Possible cursing on Deshwitat's part.

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deshwitat, tsubaki nakatsukasa

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demonswordmode November 17 2010, 03:29:48 UTC

She was minding her own business, reading a book. It wasn't particularly interesting, but better than doing nothing. Jin-ho was probably still out jogging. Later she would go join him, but for now, she was amusing herself with some historical romance. The dresses sounded pretty, if nothing else.

There was no sign of attack. One minute she was reading, the next she was being hauled bodily back, her head forced back and fangs sinking into her neck. Instincts screamed for her to not struggle, since it would just result in her jugular being ripped out. There was a frightened sound and surprisingly strong hands grabbed at the trapping arm

That hurt!

lived_darkness November 17 2010, 04:39:30 UTC

His grip tightened and his body crushed against her back. His arm folded along her chest as his other kept her neck exposed. Fangs dug in deep and his head was burried against her neck. The blood would rush into his mouth and he'd drink his fill. He intended as usual to gain as much as he could.

A frail easily wounded woman was a suitable prey. The fangs increased in pressure, shoving down into her throat and he sucked on the blood.

demonswordmode November 17 2010, 04:43:07 UTC

His prey gave a frightened, pained sound when his fangs dug in deeper before she caught hold of the situation. She'd been bitten by a vampire before, and she realized what was going on. And what she should do about it.

There was a flash of yellow and instead of holding a bleeding woman, he was holding a pair of linked blades with blood on the handles. "That hurt! Who do you think you are?!"

Yes, the weapon was talking.

lived_darkness November 17 2010, 05:30:31 UTC

The pull was hard and his fingers gripped hard enough to bruise if the flesh underneath couldn't handle it. Deshwitat wasn't the most gentle person when it came to food.

The flesh of yellow lured him away from his meal as he found in his open palms were a pair of linked blades. He gave a very prudent stare. First a collapseable woman, and now he was holding a weapon in place of where a meal should be.

"That is none of your business."

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