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Post by Emily Raven on Jun 18, 2006 15:06:47 GMT -5
Midnight Blood shivered slightly. He could feel their stares even if he couldn't see them. His disablity and pale skin had always made him a favorite among the witches in Dorothea's coven. It made him wonder if maybe some of them were nercophiliacs, instead of just cypripareuniaphiliacs and androphiliacs, especailly with how little he found himself getting fed. He shook his head, clearing away these disturbing thoughts. He continued to walk down the hall toward his room after having serviced another lustfull witch.
"Oh Midi," he mocked softly, though he had an odd smile playing on his lips "You should stay here tonight, seeing as no one's up to be your guide." he would have rolled his eyes if he could. He'd never needed a gaurd, why couldn't those witches understand that he'd never been hindered by his disability. He sighed softly. Then again they dotted all over him until the night when they had their fun. So it wasn't that bad.
He shivered again, he could swear someone was watching him. His sinffed the air. Nothing. He shook his head. "I must be going crazy." Still he couldn't shake the feeling.
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Post by Daemon Sadi on Aug 2, 2006 10:58:04 GMT -5
Golden eyes peered at Midnight from the shadows, and within them lie a blank numbness that made him appear bored, or at the very least, as though he had all the time in the world to stare at the man who, as it seemed to him, was experiencing the same treatments even today, regardless of the lack of bitch, or rather Dorothea heading the fun....Somehow, a few of her coven had lived on, and this..it was unfathomable, they were tainted, they should be dead to the world as all other taints had become, they should merely exist in nightmares now, for there was no changing what they had done to those around them....especially the males, and still this went on. Daemon's fists clenched of their own volition and when he noticed this he slowly unclenched them, relaxing himself fully and pulling on that mask of pure boredom once more as he stepped from the shadows and approached Midnight, his movements holding a feline-like grace to them as he went. "Why do you still play their games?" he questioned of the other, watching him intensely as he waited for an answer.
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 2, 2006 22:15:19 GMT -5
He paused, turning toward the voice. "Because they need something to take their lust out on, and I don't mind." He said simply. He really didn't care, he had more scars from his twisted sisters than from the women he served. "Why do you care, Sir?" He asked coldly. He did not know who the man was, but he knew he did no belong. Midi found himself moving into the fighting stance he'd learned many years ago and felt so very natural to him. He waited for either attack or reply.
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Post by Daemon Sadi on Aug 20, 2006 11:16:02 GMT -5
The next moment found Daemon examining his black tinted fingernails before he turned his attention back to the man before him, his sleepy golden eyes meeting the other's gaze. "Have you truly managed mistake my question for some form of caring?" he questioned, his voice mild and tone calm as he spoke. And even when Midnight shifted into a fighting stance, Daemon merely shook his head and chuckled, all the while managing to look extremely bored, as though he were he one humoring the other's attentions and not the other way around.
"If you so enjoy being their fuck toy, then far be it from me to stop you." A pause was then followed by the addition of, "Or care how you chose to degrade yourself." And while he outwardly seemed unbothered by this, it could be duly noted in the change in the air, in he way it started growing ever colder, that the man before him was the kind of man he despised. Yes, he despised those that degraded themselves by serving every need of the domineering witches they had thought they'd gotten rid of, for likely, it was men like Midnight that encouraged their behavior, that made them think that men found it both enjoyable and an honor to warm their beds and perform sexual acts for them on command.
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Post by Emily Raven on Aug 21, 2006 15:42:20 GMT -5
He shivered, feeling cold on his bare chest. Part of him wished for the millionth time he still had his sight so he could fully examine this stranger, yet another part of him was happy he was in the eternal darkness. Something about the man lit a flame of fear in his gut, as well as warriness and annoyance.
He let himself relax, The man seemed to be like a great snake taht would attack if you made any sudden movements. " Who would be stupid enough to enjoy what they do?" He snapped, it did annoy him that the man would make an implication like that. "Who are you anyway?"
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Post by Daemon Sadi on Aug 27, 2006 21:16:55 GMT -5
Daemon smirked and it made an effect, despite the fact that the other could no see him, or rather the effect became one that could be felt. Yes, it was indescribable, and yet it was indeed a smirk. And when he answered he took the questions in order, answering the first not at length, but he certainly took his time doing it, and all simply because he could..
"Why bother doing something if you do not enjoy it? Such is no longer necessary in this world." 'Or was it?' that was what had been nagging at him, tormenting him from the back of his mind ever since the taint had been removed for the blood. Could it ever truly be removed for good? One would certainly hope so, but the world was twisted, and that was something that likely could never be changed.
"Who are you anyway?" 'Right now? A little bit of two people, myself as Daemon Sadi, consort of Jaenelle Angelline, of Witch, and he a little someone called the sadist as well.' Ah but that was not the sort of thing he would ever voice aloud, no, that they came to know on their own, in time. Another smirk and he answered. Two simple words.
"Daemon Sadi."
A name.....a name with a reputation attached to it, a name with a meaning.
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