Don't Cry Over Spilled Blood (R, GREED)

[Guardian Angel]

The ally was dark and dank with damp walls covered in mold and moss full of bacteria and infested with who knows what; nothing good that was for sure. The ground, all cracked and uneven, was slick with slimy spills from the massive garbage cans and puddles from the drains that ran along the walls of the surrounding buildings. Oil traveled along the cracks like dark rainbow rivers and mixed with the stagnant water that was home to mosquitoes and larva. The rotting trash that sat in the grimy bins emitted a foul stench that kept even the most daring night crawlers at bay; except for the young woman who leaned against the cleanest spot of the wall.

With her high heeled foot propped up against the wall and one of her hands by her side, her long fingers tapping against the brick, she waited patiently for him to pass by. It had only been an hour, but slowly, her nerves were fraying. She ground her teeth in frustration and adverted her eyes to the entrance to the ally way. The dull, lifeless pits searched for the man to come crawling in like he did every night. But he wasn't there. She growled under her breath and lurched away from the wall, her heels making an audible click each time she took a step. She adjusted the leather jacket she wore and cracked her neck once as she prepared to exit the ally and find the man for herself.

Just as she about to step across the tar line that divided the side walk and city from the lonely ally, something move behind her and she spun with lighting speed to face her attacker. Nothing. Her eyes narrowed as she stood still and listened. It moved again and this time, it jumped up onto a garbage container and hissed at her. She hissed back and crouched down, waiting for it to make the first move before she killed it. It lunged for her and she met it half through the air, tackling it and taking it down to the ground. The two rolled as nails and teeth flashed in the pale moonlight. It only took a few seconds for the skilled killer to take down the beast and kill it. It moaned its last breath and she watched as its crimson blood oozed from its head wound and mingled with the oil spill. A soft chuckle brushed past her ruby lips as she gave it a shove with her foot and continued on her way to find the man she was looking for.


(looking for either a stalker [some sort of monster/human male] or regular person to follow her. If you want to get crafty, you can be the man she is looking for. Its a guy who is nasty rich, but dresses like a hobo and comes to her to feed from. Maybe... her "follower" ended up draining him... )

[Greed]

[ ×× тσкισ ιтσ ×× ]

Tokio was a man of few words, but whenever he opened pale lips to speak those words always brought tragedy. Speaking of a great bloodlust, Tokio was considered a feared man, to be avoided at all costs. But could you blame him? Tokio loved the taste of metallic blood, the smell of it, the sight of it, glittering ruby red under the pale moonlight. The thought alone was enough to excite the twisted man’s mind. But really…you couldn’t blame him. Blood gave life. And it gave life in more ways than one. Spill one’s blood to satisfy another…to keep another alive. Tokio lived by that principle, along with many others, however, but this one in particular was always at the forefront of his mind. He lived to lust after what he lusted after, and killed to get what he lusted after. Sweet, seductive blood. All his for the taking, too.

But of course, Tokio was also human. He had no need for serious bloodlust. A kill every month or two was enough to satisfy his thirst for it. Most of the time the thought of it purely slipped through his fingers like sand, and he pleasantly allowed himself to be swallowed up by the tasks at hand. Despite being who he was, Tokio attempted at a normal life. He worked, was married, and had the power to gain whatever he wanted. So, all in all, his life was pretty normal. For the most part. Most men married for love, or lust, and saw their wives every day. Tokio hadn’t seen his woman in nearly two years now, and had no intention of seeing her, either. She was gorgeous, yes, with a stunner body that would fulfill any man’s dirtiest fantasies. But Tokio didn’t lust after Maria the way most men did. No, to him, she was more like an accessory, but he wore the black wedding band around his finger, as if he held some emotional connection to her. Tokio didn’t care. Maria Ito was satisfied when she came to see him to see that he wore the symbol of their wedding. She loved him, and Tokio knew it. He was her life, even if she rarely saw him. Tokio had no other lovers, either. He was a faithful man of sorts, but if he grew weary of lack of contact, he knew he wouldn’t hesitate to sedate his desires with whomever he pleased. But it was best Maria never know. What she did most of the time was not of his concern, either. She came and went, mostly taking care of her sick mother that continued to worsen day by day, but merciful death never claimed her. Tokio was half-tempted to kill the woman himself. He was a possessive man, and even if he wanted nothing to do with Maria, he wanted her by his side just so she knew she was his. And he wouldn’t let her leave, not now, not ever. He could make her immortal, yes, but that took the fun out of everything.

Now, Tokio was strolling down the dark streets with a cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth, his hands tucked lazily inside of his jean pockets. His jeans were tattered and looked like he picked them out of a dumpster. To top the look off, he wore a baggy white turtleneck and a hoodie as old as his great-great-grandparents. His shaggy dark brown hair, borderline black, hung over his brown eyes, obscuring his vision, although he was quite aware of what surrounded him. With a snort, Tokio removed the cigarette from his mouth and skillfully blew out a puff, the rings floating through the air and eventually disappearing. However, through the thick smell of smoke that came from his lit cigarette and the scent that clung to his clothes, he smelled it. That wonderful, glorious smell that excited every part about him. It’d been nearly three months since he’d smelled it last, let alone tasted it. Felt it. Dropping his cigarette and smothering it underneath his Converse, Tokio walked to where the scent was. He stopped mid-stride, however, watching a woman. Slinking into the shadows, Tokio’s eyes flashed a dangerous red, that signaled his transition from a human to a Shade – his true nature. However, becoming a Shade now was not wise, and Tokio managed to fight back the urge to transform into the winged beast he truly was. After the woman was out of sight, Tokio slipped down the alleyway and examined the body. Oil slickened around it, making the blood that surrounded him filthy. Tokio let out a low growl in his throat, almost inaudible. What a waste.

Opening pale lips, Tokio whispered, “Regiam adducerent mortis mortuos, et in cineres et flamma ignis,” his hand splayed over the man’s face which was contorted in a very disgusting manner. With a snort, Tokio watched as the body burst into flames and in a matter of seconds withered away into ash. “Ut te in æternum putrescet in inferno.” With that, Tokio stood up from his kneeling position and walked out from the alleyway, looking towards the direction the woman had went. To follow her, or to head home? Maria would undoubtedly be coming for a visit any day now, and he couldn’t eliminate the possibility of tonight. However…the scent that woman left behind was familiar. And he didn’t like it. Deciding against his better judgment, Tokio headed in the direction the woman went.



[Regiam adducerent mortis mortuos, et in cineres et flamma ignis = Bring the dead to the palace of Hades, in fire and flame and ash.
Ut te in æternum putrescet in inferno. = May you forever rot in hell.
I hope this is enough to work with!! Sorry! ]

[Guardian Angel]

(mkay, so he is playing both characters at one time then ?)

[Greed]

[ He is one person with two forms. And if I misunderstood your question please tell me O_o and just for clarification Maria is a very insignificant character and probably won't be around much unless you think otherwise. ]

[Guardian Angel]

(I understand Maria's place. I mean, I just needed you to play either the rich "hobo" who she feeds from. He really has no part or some monster stalker who she ends of partnering with. I do like your intro tho...how can we work this? Maybe we can ditch the hobo part (saying that he was found dead somewhere) and your creature just stalks her. something like that.)

[Greed]

[ oh oh oh oh ohhhh I'm sorry. xD So you want me to play a hobo she feeds from, and then he's basically out of the picture? My apologies, I feel a bit stupid right now ^_^" Either way works, whichever is easier or less complicated for you. ]

[Guardian Angel]

(scratch the hobo ! lol let me get a post ready for your first one! )

[Guardian Angel]

(btw, here is her bio ! Click here !

Dedra continued walking briskly down the dark sidewalk, her heels making faint clicks each time her heel struck the pavement. She moved unnoticed through the streets of the city, past corner shops and empty lots until she came to another dark ally where she assumed her little treat to be. This ally was much larger than their usual meeting place and more open which worried her. None the less, this one had to be where he was hiding out tonight. Vaguely aware of someone following her, Dedra shrugged off the feeling knowing that whoever was choosing to fuck with her would most likely not live to see the outcome. She rounded the corner and stepped into the ally. "Mark.." she hissed and moved farther into the dead end canal.

She received no answer at first this angered her. "Where the hell is this dickwad..?" she growled and stamped her foot like a young child not getting her way. She threw her arms up and growled louder, her sounds echoing off the walls and bouncing around her until they floated away on the night breeze. The breeze came again, bringing with it the scent of freshly spilled blood. "Mark..?" she asked the air as she crept towards the back of the ally where it was the darkest. She followed the scent of blood until her excellent vision caught sight of a body sprawled out on the ground, looking unnaturally positioned. She stooped down and leaned over it. She reached out and rolled the head towards her so she could look at its face, "Oh!" she exclaimed and started to tremble. It was Mark. Dead. She stood up so fast that the surrounding trash fluttered away from her.

[Greed]

Tokio was hungry now. Oh, yes, he was starving. And how he hated being hungry…but however, he usually wasn’t hungry. He usually didn’t want blood so badly. But two people in one night? Two totally unique…delicious-smelling bodies in one night? Whomever had killed this man – ‘Mark,’ had she called him? – was tempting him so. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted blood so badly, and he couldn’t help but feel that if Maria came home tonight he’d ravish her. He was starving for the taste of blood he’d longed to have in months. However, he hadn’t noticed how much he’d longed for it until now. But he couldn’t blow his cover – no, not yet. To do so, Tokio ran silently from the roof of the building he was currently on to the next one over, and another one over that. Once he was certain he was out of hearing range, he murmured under his breath, “Verto.”

With that, Tokio began to change. His already dark hair melted into a pitch black coloring, lengthening and thinning out considerably. His eyes lit, like red balls of fire, continuing to burn even after they’d changed red. The grey of his hoodie transformed into the black hood that covered his face, and his turtle neck’s neck morphed into large shoulder-pads on either shoulder. The rest of his clothes morphed accordingly – his shirt into the snugly fitting, long-sleeved, low-cut shirt that exposed part of his toned chest; his jeans into thick pants and a sort of loincloth attached to his belt; the belt turning into a larger more intricate belt that held sharp blades for decorations. His skin changed from its slightly pale skin turned a shade of blue. Then, the two most painful things happened, and Tokio let out a groan of agony. His hands grew leather over them, his fingernails elongating into vicious talons. Lastly, and by far even more painful than the transformation of his hands, out of the bones in his back two majestic black wings spread, their plumage full and silky. After it was said and done, Tokio was left out of breath. He straightened, his back cracking loudly, and opened and closed his fists, the tips of his talons gently brushing against the palms of his hands. He was absolutely famished.

Tokio unfurled his wings and lifted himself silently into the sky, flying at unthinkable speeds to where the woman had been before and landed quietly on the ceiling of one of the buildings that had its side helping to create part of the alleyway. In the nighttime, all that was truly visible of Tokio’s face were his glowing red eyes, but he made sure to keep to the shadows in case the woman decided to look up. Under his breath, he whispered, “Ventus.” And a night breeze struck up, a breeze obviously not natural and one that chilled to the bone. Tokio was ready to do anything to get that woman away from the body so he could feed. He’d been pushed to his limit tonight, and hadn’t drank any blood from the first victim. But this time he needed it. And she needed to get the hell out of his way.

[ Verto = transform
Ventus = wind ]

[Guardian Angel]

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The air around Dedra picked up and moved about her in a rush, as if someone or something were calling it home. It almost felt alive.. Dedra took a step back away from the body and glanced behind her at the ally entrance to see if anyone was standing there or possibly passing by. If anyone saw her and Mark's dead body, surely she would get blamed for his death and that was the last thing she needed. Her body trembled again from blood lust and anger, her skin raising with goosebumps as Mark's scent tempted her. Her desire for the crimson drink was nearly at its peak as she took another whiff. Unable to control herself any longer, Dedra grabbed Mark and flung him over her shoulder, carrying him with inhuman strength towards a darker section of the ally. She dropped him in the corner, his dead weight making an audible *thump* as he hit his head on the concrete.

Dedra got on her hands and knees and crawled over him, leaning over his body. She glanced behind her one last time and started to take his shirt off. Much like their other meetings, she preferred him shirtless. But this time, sex wasn't their foreplay. For months she had been just feeding from him; just little meetings at midnight in the ally where she would drink her fill and send the rich whore on his way. But her blood lust turned to a sexual drive and they soon began to have sex among the trash heaps. They could never go to his home because of his wife and they could not go to her's because she had a strict no human rule. When all the buttons of his raggedy coat were undone and she had tore his shirt away, she smiled and reveled in the beauty of his perfect build. She shuddered with desire for more than his blood. With a groan, she leaned down and licked at his abs, tasting the sweat left over from his dying moments. "Mark.." she whimpered as she pressed her red lips to the crook of his neck and prepared to bite.

[Greed]

Tokio couldn’t say he was pleased when the woman didn’t move. She seemed to be aware of his presence, but didn’t seem to think to look up. No one ever did. That’s why, Tokio supposed, they called it being at the ‘top’ of the food chain. He was above everyone else…and no one ever thought to look above them. No, always on eye level or below was where the real danger was at for them, wasn’t it? But being at the very top…it meant you only ever had to look down, and it proved very useful in times like this. But even though he was at the top, as far as he was concerned, the woman didn’t seem to be moving. He watched with intense red eyes and a stare that would make most humans squirm. Especially since it was coming from a Shade – creatures of the dark feared by most, but also very unheard of. That was a good thing, however. The less people knew about Shades the better. If more people new, there’d probably be a whole police and military force dedicated to eradicated Shades. Evil creatures we are, Tokio thought to himself as he crouched lower to the ground, pinning his wings tightly against his back as he glanced over the top of the building, down at the woman and the man. She’d dragged him to the corner of the alley, the darkest spot, but Tokio could still see her just fine. And when he saw he didn’t like.

What was she doing? She looked like she was going to make love to a dead body, what, with the way she carried herself and the groan that came from her throat. Why…why was she acting like this, anyways? It wasn’t just bloodlust, and Tokio knew that much. He felt the bloodlust for himself, but that’s not how he reacted, and he doubted bloodlust would be sexist. Growling lowly in his throat, Tokio realized right away what was going on, and he wouldn’t allow it. For the second time, Tokio stirred up a wind with the simple command, “Mortuus ventus.” Meaning? An eerie, ‘dead wind.’ This time it was much stronger, and on it carried the putrid odor of unmistakable death. And with the wind he created Tokio snapped his wings open and jumped down from the building, no longer giving a damn about his cover. If he ever met this woman in his human form, she wouldn’t recognize him. After all, the two forms were as different as night and day. Tokio landed with a dull thud, ending in a crouching position with one hand’s fingers barely touching the ground beneath him, for minimal support. Tokio could care less about what this woman was doing right now. He didn’t care if she drank whatever blood she wanted, but he was getting some, too, whether she liked it or not. Opening his mouth to reveal small but very sharp canines, Tokio murmured, “Ferventis sanguinis adduxerunt ad me.”

Within a few seconds steam had begun to rise from the man’s neck, and the life-giving liquid poured out, trickling its way towards Tokio in a way that was absolutely not natural. When the red hot liquid reached him, Tokio grinned and took his eyes off of the woman and the deadman and put his fingers to the ground, the blood running up his fingers before he brought his hand to his mouth and licked it off, much like a lion would lick his claws after a kill. The taste was so delicious, so metallic and forbidden…it excited Tokio. He hadn’t had blood in way too long, and the more he drank, the more he realized he wanted it all, and that he didn’t want the woman to have any of it. Staring out from underneath his hood, Tokio let out an inhuman growl, but didn’t move from the place where he had landed, nor did he move from the position he landed in. Instead, he just fanned out his wings to make himself look bigger and focused his more-than-intense glare on the woman before him.

[ Ferventis sanguinis adduxerunt ad me. – Boiling blood brought to me ]

[Guardian Angel]

Dedra drew back her lips and exposed her sharp fangs, sliding her tongue over their slick surface and prepared to latch onto his throat. Even though he was only a few hours dead, his blood was still fresh and what had not escaped out the deadly knife wound still sat in his veins. Another groan tumbled over her lips as she licked the spot she planned to drink from. Closing her eyes, she pressed her lips against his skin and let her fangs slip gently into him and drank. Her body shuddered once the crimson libation touched her tongue and the flavor exploded on her tongue. She whimpered and gripped the side of his cold face with her hand as if he was trying to fight back. He was her's all her's and no one could take him from her, no one.

The wind arose around her again and she froze in place, ceasing her drinking spell and removing her fangs from Mark's neck. She stayed perfectly still as she listened to her surroundings, keeping far into the shadows as she could to hopefully obscure her from the intruder's view. Not exactly sure what was out there, Dedra slowly turned half way around to gaze out the corner of her eye and tried to find the mysterious creature. She happened to glance up as something dropped from the surrounding roof just a few yards away from her. She stifled a surprised gasp and turned all the way around. She glared across the dark ally at the massive, winged figure and willed it to leave. This was her kill, her man, and this thing was not going to ruin her perfectly good meal. She growled at it and crouched low to the ground, placing her palms flat against the pavement and her heels against Mark.

The creature shifted and Dedra heard a hissing sound behind her, like someone had left a tea kettle on the stove too long, and she whipped her head around to see Mark's neck steaming and his blood oozing out of him. "The fuck..?" she whispered to herself as she followed the blood trail with her eyes. It went to the creature who dipped and stuck its fingers out to the blood. She watched in a furious horror as it licked the blood from its fingers like some crazed animal. She stood up and glanced one more time at Mark before she took a few steps towards the creature, tossing her hair over her shoulder. She showed it her fangs and growled at it, curling her fingers like talons and preparing herself to strike at it.

[Greed]

[ Sorry this post will be a little bit shorter than my other ones. I’ve had a week full of tests and other big assignments, so I’m trying to get my mind back into roleplaying mode. I’m on Spring Break for the next 10 days, too (: ]

Tokio didn’t understand the woman’s pure lust. There was no other way to describe it. It was lust, really and truly. And Tokio had never seen a woman act like that before in his life, which was saying something. Tokio’d fooled around here and there, even behind his wife’s back, but never had a woman been so shameless. She was possessive of the dead man, too. She was holding onto him as if for dear life. As if he would reject her, even though he was dead. Tokio could tell he hadn’t been dead very long, considering his blood was still warm, and not pooling at the bottom of his appendages, turning them that sickly shade of purple blood turned the skin to whenever a body had been dead and in the same position for a long time. However, Tokio admitted sometimes cold blood was the best. It was like a refreshing smoothie on a hot day, if the day was hot, and the blood cold. Tokio’s stomach growled quietly, very quietly, as he began to drink.

However, as soon as the woman noticed him, Tokio’s small feast halted. His clawed fingers still up to his lips, blood slowly dripping from his fingernails to his chin, his fiery red eyes thinned. Tokio took it as an immediate threat when the woman moved forward. He was in no mood to fight. No, just eat. And eat, and eat. He was starving, bloodthirsty, and, he supposed, ready to kill if it was necessary. When the woman growled at him and bared her fangs, Tokio bristled, his wings opening farther and the silky jet-black feathers pointing out on end. Tokio licked the blood off of his chin and fingernails and stood, the blood stopping as it continued to pour out from the dead body, collecting in a nice little pool where his nails had been originally. Tokio stood tall, glancing at the woman’s hands before cracking his claws, staring daggers at her with his blazing red eyes that looked like small fireballs in nonexistent sockets. He was tempted to say, ‘There’s enough to go around,’ but he knew she wouldn’t listen to reason. Tokio knew better than to make the first move, but he had a feeling she did, too. However, what else was there to do? Someone had to make the first move. Hopefully, Tokio’s patience would outlast hers.

[Guardian Angel]

Dedra watched as his finished licking the blood from his finger tips. It was like he trying to taunt her with it, to tease her aching desire and make her burning throat scream. She was so thirsty! With a small cry of outrage, Dedra took another step forward and crouched, preparing to spring at this wicked creature. How dare it intrude during her feeding time and steal from her meal? As she gathered her weight beneath her, she noticed it react and unfurl its massive wings. She stopped in her tracks and stood back in a daze, surprise flashing across her black eyes and her mouth gaped open. What was this creature? The shock only last a few seconds and she was back on the attack again. She would make it pay for what is has done.

Another hiss dribbled past her lips as she glared at it, her body tense with anger and desire. She shuddered noticeably and tossed her hair over her shoulder, a sort of habit she developed back before she was changed. It almost like a nervous habit except she only did it when she was extremely pissed. Dedra took another step forward and heard a splash and her foot felt warm and wet. She looked down and saw that she had stepped into the puddle of Mark's blood. She yanked her foot out and growled. How could she have been so clumsy? Her body became rigid again as she advanced closer. "Who are you?" she snarled, curling her fingers.

[Greed]

[ Ahhh! omg I am so sorry!!!!! I totally forgot that I hadn't replied!! ]

Tokio watched the woman, a low growl emitting from his throat: a small warning to tell her to back off before she got herself hurt. Dark magic was a powerful thing, something one should fear, not run towards so foolishly. Was she craving death so desperately? He enjoyed her reaction to him opening his incredible wingspan. He always enjoyed using surprise as an advantage, especially since he was so large in his Shade form. Much different than his human form. Tokio let a small, gruff chuckle escape his lips, coming out as something that sounded like a laugh, but gave people the feeling of fingernails running agonizingly slow down a chalkboard. Tokio splayed his talons by his sides when she stepped forward, stepping into the perfectly untainted blood of the man and ruining it with whatever was on the bottom of her shoe. Tokio growled a bit louder, standing up straight, being forced to pull his wings in slightly so they didn't hit the edges of the building that created the alleyway. When the woman talked to him, all he did was smirk for a second, "Nullus--" Tokio sighed. She probably had no idea what language he was speaking. After all, Latin was a dead language. Nobody spoke it anymore. Nobody but him, that was. "None of your concern. Just a hungry predator thirsty for blood that he has not been given in too long of a time." Tokio smirked, revealing perfectly aligned white teeth.

[ So short. I'm so sorry. >< You probably hate me ]

[Guardian Angel]

(Nope, its the perfect amount. When they are longer, its harder to repost to because maybe i dont have as much to say as you and i feel like i have to compare lol)

Dedra growled at him and shook her foot, trying to shake off the blood that she had stepped into. She watched the creature carefully, taking note of how he moved, his scent, how he watched her, and kept an eye on his massive wings. Something deep within her memory stirred when he withdrew his wings, as if she was remembering what he was or that she had possibly seen something like him somewhere. Her brow furrowed in annoyance and frustration as she dug around her brain for the term used to define this creature. She snorted and said, "I have every right to know who and what you are since you invaded my privacy and stole my blood from my victim." Another growl emitted from her as she smirked, "Plus, you not be from around these parts."

The vampyress glanced over her shoulder at Mark and whimpered softly. He was her favorite. "Latin is dead, no one speaks it any more. And if you were from these parts, you would have known that once a creature of the night marks its slave, no other creature is supposed to touch it." she hissed softly, running a slender hand through her shiny red hair.

[Greed]

[ I'm really sorry I've been gone so long. I was planning on coming back at the beginning of May, but some things happened and it's been hard enough waking up and going to school every day, so I extended my "vacation" a little bit. If you've given up on me, I totally understand. I'll reply, just in case you're still interested. I think I've got a bit of my muse back, so we'll see how I do. ]

Tokio ignored the woman's growling and halfhearted threats. At least, to him they were halfhearted. If she wanted to truly frighten him she'd need to step up her game, big time. A Shade wasn't one to be easily frightened... he was much too old and much too experienced to let one woman scare him. Sure, he had to hand it to her that she was an interesting specimen, unlike many he'd seen before (and he'd been around long enough to have seen some very strange creatures in his day). Her attitude was less-than-charming, but he supposed he could appreciate someone who knew how to put their foot down when they wanted something, or wanted to tell someone nicely (or not so nicely) to buzz off. Tokio fanned his wings a bit at the woman, growling angrily, "You may think you have the right to know who and what I am. But in reality, you're not the one on the high ground here, so to speak. Whether it be fighting or fleeing, I believe I have the advantage," he snarled, planning one hundred percent to back up his words if she so desired. He hadn't fought in a while. It would probably be good for his poor muscles that had to suffice on daily trips to the gym. "You'd be surprised," he replied. "The wonderful thing about being what I am is my scent is never the same, depending on what form I'm in," he shrugged his shoulders, "But, you're right. I'm not."

Tokio stared silently at her for a second, then laughed, "Ah, well, sweetheart, I play by different rules," he cooed. "I don't give a damn who killed it. If you're strong enough and smart enough to take it, do so. If you're hungry enough and willing enough, take it. I play by the rules in the book of the Old Days. Great times of chaos those were. Great times in general. It was a wonderful world we lived in." Tokio sighed and restated the earlier stated spell, the red blood flying up from the ground to his fingertips. He watched it roll down his finger for a second before licking it off. "I don't play by the rules you do. Get used to it, sugar."

[Guardian Angel]

Dedra's eyes narrowed as his voice raked her ears. She shuddered, but kept her stance, half crouched before him with her fingers curled like claws. "You are not the only one from the Old Times.." she growled out, slowly straightening her posture and crossing her arms over her chest. She leaned back on her heels, craning her head and watching him closely. Her emerald eyes racking all over his form, taking his massive wings that loomed behind him, taking note of his size compared to hers and the creepiness of his eyes. She grunted and took another step back as she watched his fingers dance. Just like earlier, blood moved from her victim's body to his hands and he licked it off. She growled and eyed his hand hungrily, visions of tearing it from his arm dancing in her head.

"I am not to much upset that you have take his blood from me, its the fact that he is dead and he was my lover." Dedra ground out between clenched teeth. Her face softened as she looked down at him and thought about a couple of the times they had met up and made love in his bed. She groaned softly and then leveled her eyes with the creature.

[Greed]

Tokio eyed the woman again. "Perhaps not," he hissed, making the sound of his voice that much more unpleasant. "But I am the best of the Old Times... My race has nearly died out, not because we are weak...but merely because competition is rough between us. The fact that I stand here before you today just proves my worth...both to my race and to the Old Times themselves." Tokio looked her up and down once before suddenly laughing, "What a shame it would be to wipe out yet another fiend from the Old Times..." His mirth died as quickly as it had come. "But I will do whatever it takes. It isn't my fault for you eating your corpse out where anyone can smell it and come running. Trust me...if I hadn't not had blood in such a long time this never would have happened...so blame this little meeting on your own foolishness."

Tokio snorted and shook his head, flinging off the un-drunk blood from his fingers, the sticky red liquid falling in puddles to the ground. "Lovers..." he murmured, rolling his blazing eyes, "Such tender things, aren't they. I will never understand the emotions of women..." Tokio paused, thinking of his own wife. "As for my wife... if I could, I would kill her myself. She'd make quite a delectable little treat...but alas her family already has their suspicions..." Tokio let out a sigh, glancing at her change in posture. "As for you...you can offer me nothing of any worth...so I might as well be taking my leave." Tokio hopped onto the nearest wall, digging his talons into the brick before crawling up to the top of the building and opening his wings to their full extent, letting out a content sigh. "That feels nice." Tokio looked over his shoulder and back down at the woman, "I have a feeling we'll meet again. This was a lovely dinner date, I'm sure you won't disappoint me next time, either..." Tokio smirked a bit, "Next time, make sure it isn't your lover you're bringing to dinner. It makes everything seem...so much more...personal." Tokio grinned a toothy grin before jumping into the air and flapping his huge wings, a gust of wind following behind him as he headed in the direction farthest from home.

[Guardian Angel]

Dedra just stood where she was in silence, almost as if she had subsided within herself. Her eyes looked sullen and dull as she kept them glued to the winged creature's face. There wasn't much of one besides his glowing red orbs, but at least it kept her from looking at the man on the ground. Her hands were balled up in fists, her long nails slicing the skin inside her palms and her body felt slack, even though her muscles were fairly tense. The night breeze drifted through the alleyway and picked up stray strands of red hair, tossing them around her face and pushing thicker strands over her shoulders. To any other creature, she would have been a memorizing disaster, but it was obvious this creature showed no fear or interest in her. "You will die one day." she ground out through her clench teeth again.

The vampyress' eyes followed the blood he flicked from his fingers, catching each little drop within her sight. She yearned to catch it and steal it back, but it was tainted and who know what would happen if she touched something he had come in contact with. Dedra didn't even flinch when he took a step back and scaled the wall. She simply followed him with a tilt of her head and watched as he stood atop of the room, looking down upon her. Her face showed no emotion at all as he mentioned them possibly meeting again. She raised her upper lip as he took off. With a snarl of disgust and hurt, she whirled around and dropped to her knees before Mark. Tears brimmed her eyes as she leaned over him and planted a red lip-sticked kiss on his pale and cold lips before getting to her heeled feet and quickly running from the alley.

[Greed]

As soon as Tokio was sure he was far enough away, he landed and transformed again, grimacing as the pain wracked through his body. He sighed and slumped against a tree, a thin layer of sweat covering his brow. The one disadvantage to being a Shade... Transformation was always incredibly painful, whether it be from a human to a Shade or a Shade to a human. After the pain subsided, Tokio looked up through the canopy of trees at the sky. It was night now, and he really ought to be getting home, but he was far enough away that walking would take him until morning...and he sure as hell wasn't about to transform so he could fly home again. With a bit of difficultly, Tokio pulled himself to his feet and brushed off, shoving his hands in his pockets. Slowly, he replayed the events of that night, only a few minutes previous. That woman...said he was going to die one day. He didn't doubt her, but he wasn't going to die anytime soon. He had too much to do, too many people to see, meet, ravish. His poor wife had no idea. His offhanded goal was to find another Shade, only a woman, so he could at least be 'happier' longer. But he doubted that was possible. Even the rivalry between men and women Shades was intense and dangerous. No saying whether or not the woman would slit your throat in the middle of the night.

Tokio scuffed his shoes across the ground and dug into his jacket pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his other pocket and lighting one up, putting it to his lips and taking a long drag before sending it out in circular puffs. It was going to be a long walk home...he might as well enjoy it.

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When Tokio managed to stumble in through the door he was exhausted. After meeting that woman he didn't necessarily feel like he wanted to sleep, but he knew the likelihood that she found him was slim, seeing as his Shade form and human form smelled nothing alike. Either way, once he met someone like that, he chose never to underestimate them. The only way he'd truly be safe while he slept was to be in his Shade form, but to do that now would wake up all of his neighbors, plus, if she had super-hearing or something his cries of agony would probably be heard. Best not to risk it. Slipping out of his shoes, Tokio locked the door behind him and pulled all the curtains, lighting a few candles and leaving one light on before plopping down on the couch and turning on the TV. Either way...as long as he appeared home and awake, he didn't care. Tokio wedged himself in between the armrest and back of the couch and closed his eyes, sleep claiming him not too long after.

[ I'm sorry this gives you like nothing to work with... My bad... ]

[Guardian Angel]

Dedra arrived home within minutes, having used her inhuman speed to get there faster. She fished for her keys in her pocket and unlocked the door. She slipped inside as she glanced over her shoulder at the night. The street was empty and the lone street light flickered eerily. With a shiver, she shut the door and locked it. She kicked off her heels and dropped her jacket onto the arm rest of the couch. Tilly, her cat, wandered in from the kitchen and pounced into her arms. Dedra smiled as she held her and buried her face in her fur. "Oh Tilly.." she breathed as she carried the cat with her upstairs to her bed chamber. She tossed the fur ball onto the bed and striped down to her underwear. She sighed mournfully and removed all of her underclothes before sliding into her big, lonely bed. Tilly curled up by her head and the two drifted off to sleep, Dedra's head filled with images of her dead lover and the mysterious Shade. 

Morning came and Dedra groaned against the bright sunlight that streaked across her eyes. She brought an arm up to shield her face as Tilly stretched beside her. The vampyress slowly crawled out of bed and wandered into her bathroom. She looked around the royal suite and sighed, leaning against the frame as she stared at her glass shower, imagining all the times she shared it with Mark. Tilly padded in and jumped up onto the counter. Dedra ignored her as she turned on the knobs in the shower and ran a brush through her hair. She stepped beneath the scalding water and whimpered, glad the water hid her tears. She would find that Shade and end him.

[Greed]

Tokio slept rather soundly that night. When he awoke, his stomach growled angrily and he sighed, running a hand through his hair that was made up exactly the way it had been when he’d fallen asleep. The benefits of sleeping on a couch. However, when he sat up, his back tensed. Great. The cons of sleeping on a couch. He cracked his neck, getting to his feet and stretching, popping his back twice before turning off the television and the lights around him, yanking open the curtains and letting in the morning light. He cringed before his eyes adjusted to the sunlight. He looked out over the horizon and let out a content sigh, replaying last night’s incident. He was in an irregularly good mood…perhaps he’d go out hunting today. That wouldn’t be such a bad idea. The only thing he’d need to watch out for was if that woman picked up on his scent. That meant hunting deep out in the forest. Hopefully there were some campers out today. That would make for a nice, quick snack. Tokio shook his head and yawned, walking into the kitchen and fixing himself up a quick bowl of cereal. It was bland and disgusting, but that’s what happened to him after having blood. Nothing tasted the same. It all tasted like air. Nothing else. Growling lowly, he got up and grabbed his keys, heading out and shoving his hands into his pockets after locking the door behind him.

At a slow pace, he began to walk out towards the woods. The moment he reached there (which had taken him much longer than he’d expected, or hoped), he transformed again. He bit back a loud cry of pure agony as the wings sprouted from his back again, the transformation wracking his body with pain. The moment it was over he slumped, sweat dripping down the sdies of his face. God, he hated doing that. He wished the pain wasn’t necessary like that… He didn’t see how it was necessary. Probably to keep Shades from transforming too often and wreaking complete havoc. As soon as he’d recovered from the pain, he stood up and looked out from underneath his hood, smelling the air. He smelled the dying embers of a fire. He could deduct the general length away…it was quite a ways off. Flying during daylight was just stupid.

His stomach growled loudly.

Stupid, but worth it.

 

[ I know it’s bad. I’m still trying to get my muse back… ]

[Guardian Angel]

After her shower, Dedra stood in her kitchen. She stared at her stainless steal refrigerator and debated whether or not to open it. She knew it was stocked full of fresh food to eat, but she wasn't in the mood for people food. She sighed and poured Tilly a bowl of moist kitty food and placed it on the counter. Her cat jumped up and began to eat. Her mouth began to water at the sight of the meat and she growled, clutching her throat as her thirst burned. "See you later, Tilly." Dedra whispered to her cat as she exited the kitchen. She slipped into a pair of running shoes and left her house, heading for the woods. There were plenty of animals out there to kill and drink. The Shade was on her mind the whole time. 

Dedra arrived, ending her inhumanly fast run, and breaking through the treeline. She didn't even break a sweat, but she leaned against a tree to plan. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, centering herself and taking in all of the scents around her. She caught the scent of a couple deer, a rabbit and a couple campers. She settled on the deer and headed in their direction. It didn't take her that long to locate them, or take them down for that matter. She took the buck down first, but the doe had run off so she had to chase after her. Once the lover was caught and killed, she hauled her back to the buck. She sat between them with their heads cradled in her lap. She stroked their cheeks as she stared numbly ahead of her, her dark eyes focused on nothing in particular. 

The breeze shifted around her and she stiffened. The Shade..His scent drifted in on the breeze and stung her sharp nose. She hissed and tossed the dead animals from her lap. If she didn't kill the bastard, she would come for them. With a grunt, she picked them both up and hide them in a tree like a large cat would. She brushed off her hands and took off in the direction his scent came from, hell bent on spilling his blood.

[Greed]

[ I know this is short… my muse is dead, this is the 6^th out of 6 roleplays I had to respond to tonight, and it’s 1:54 in the morning xD I’m sorry. ]

 

Tokio let out a quiet groan as he spread his wings, the joints popping and cracking angrily. He hadn’t taken long flights nearly enough. Flying over the trees now just gave him a sense of freedom what he loved. He hated being tied down in his human form, not being able to fly or use intimidation to get what he wanted from who he wanted. Plus, as a human, his senses were limited, and that’s probably the worst thing that there was about them. Humans… Such pitiful creatures. Tokio sighed as his claws gently grazed the tips of the trees as he flew low, following the scent of dying embers that continually got less and less noticeable. Either way…the embers had definitely been out for a long time, so the fact he could still smell them was impressive, even for a Shade (okay, perhaps not, but they were impressive indeed). The smell of the dying embers promised campers…which promised blood. Food. Yum.

Tokio let out a satisfied hiss as the smell of dying embers slowly grew gradually closer. It meant feeding time was upon the unfortunate fools who decided to camp in his forest. Yes…it was his forest. It was mainly abandoned and he’d claimed is first wife here, so he’d pretty much decided the whole place was his. He didn’t mind pesky trespassers, however. They made great midnight snacks whenever he needed them. As his stomach growled again, he flew lower, through the canopy of trees and stopped when he saw the strange bright blue of the tents. He let out a devilish cry and flew forwards, claws extended and fangs bared. He crashed into the uncomfortable material of the tent before ripping into without caution, letting out a satisfied howl of laughter when his claws ended up ripping into flesh as well as the material of the tent. As soon as the tent was cut through completely, his fiery red eyes scanned through the blood-soaked insides to see if there was more than one person. To his giddy delight, there was. A young woman sat cowering, her face splattered with blood.

“No worries, dearest,” Tokio said with a laughter that would make the devil cringe, “Not much longer you’ll have to suffer now.” Tokio looked at the man who was impaled on one of his talons before shaking him off and grabbing the woman, biting into the neck of her without a second thought, much like a vampire, until the useless thrashing ended. Tokio put the woman back down onto the bloodied tent shreds, laying the man beside her before saying, “Consumat.” He sat with his wings folded against his back tightly, the red lifeblood of the young couple flowing from their bodies and into his mouth, sating his hunger almost instantly. I could get used to doing things like this again… Screw my poor wife, she could become my next accidental meal if she pisses me off.

 

 

[ Consumat – consume ]

[ This is bad. This is so so bad. It’s now 2:03 AM and I’m about to fall over and be asleep. xD Please forgive me… ]

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