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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Jun 22, 2010 14:41:58 GMT -5
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MAL BLACKNEST
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Power has no true reason... That's what I was always told
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Jun 22, 2010 20:12:43 GMT -5
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Mal was taking in the sights of Moscow, as it was. As far as cities went, it was one of the ones Mal found easier to take. Although it had its dirty, grungy parts, the quality of the air around the city was higher than most. Admittedly, there was a lingering smell of something a little less desirable, but Mal could stand that, as long as he had space to walk comfortably between people without being jostled about so much that he got irritated. No, here in Moscow there was plenty of room for him to walk undisturbed, usually that was. At least at night. Fortunately, it was night, and much of the city slumbered ungracefully, lending a air of undignified life to the streets. Here and there, quiet couples sat or walked together, holding ands and whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears. Occasionally, though not quite so common, a light giggle would trickle out from some alley or another, or sounds of a quick coupling in progress. What was that one phrase he'd heard somewhere? A "wretched hive of scum and villainy"?
Well, maybe that wasn't completely true. Besides, that had been one of new things they called "movies", and he'd only seen a few minutes of it. all he remembered was a few people talking in a desert, and that told him almost nothing about the damn thing whatsoever. Moscow was not really bad at all, but it held darker secrets within its streets than most cared to find out. Those that did find out would doubtlessly fall into that darker life, and usually never find the light again. It was a life that Mal would not suggest for many of the humans who walked the streets. Though they might think themselves brave, tough, to be able to walk the streets at night, they knew nothing of the underworld that lived in most large cities. Only the extremely tough and hardy humans survived long in that world.
His thoughts were broken by the sound of a scream from nearby. People were running away from some event taking place on the pavement. From a distance, Mal could see three people. The first was a woman, unmoving, her neck twisted unnaturally and dark red blood leaking from her mouth. She was quite obviously dead, and much of the cause for the pedestrians' fear. The other two were entwined somewhat on the ground, and as he strode nearer, it began to seem that the man was struggling to rape the second woman. The closer he got, more reasons began to enter his mind why this didn't seem likely. One, the man was on the bottom, and though this may have been because the woman was struggling, he was doubtful. Second, the mans hand was flopping about, and Mal knew from experience just what a bad break looked like. Third, and this came as he drew up to a couple meters distance, were the words that issued from the woman's lips. FUZZY IMPS NIPPLES
[/i]? Who on earth used language like that? The fourth thought was not necessarily incriminating to either side, but he could not help the heat in his body that came along with it. The woman with red hair was beautiful, in every sense that the term had ever been used. No matter how hard he tried, his body reacted to her as any sane man's would have, with a stirring that reached deeper than his loins, and a pounding heat that coursed through his body. Had he been a weaker willed man, he might have torn his clothes off right then and there, pouncing on the woman where she lay grappling with the man. But he did not. Age had, at least, granted him patience, and the intuition to tell a wise idea from a foolish one. The final, but not least compelling thought, was the odd scent he could smell emanating from the woman. Though he had not smelled it before, he somehow had a feeling that this was not a totally human smell that came from her. Stepping up to the pair, he made up his mind, with a sort of last-ditch desperation. Firmly, he wrapped an arm around the woman, over one shoulder and other the other, hauling her upwards. He still tried to make it as gentle as he could be while still applying enough pressure to lift her quickly, just in case his intuition was wrong, and she really was the one in danger. "What the hell is going on?" he asked in Russian, a language he was fortunately fluent in, though his accent was not perfect... ----------------------------------------- [/center][/blockquote] comments: you're right...she is a bit psychotic, isn't she  ? |
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Jul 1, 2010 21:46:53 GMT -5
Viktorya was taking delight in the simple struggle. As much as the man would like he could not free himself. Viktorya could almost taste his thoughts, she could smell his fear and repulsion and at the same time attraction. She took great satisfaction from being able to overpower males. The men before him had lain down just as he did now and just as this one would soon like all the rest, stay down - Permanently. They all stayed down unmoving because Viktorya’s lovers never seemed to live past thirty minutes. It was a very pleasurable thirty minutes (less or more give or take) unless Viktorya was suffocating you. Then it was only she who was pleasured.
Viktorya had noticed the presence of another male but has assumed he would flee just like the rest. It was what everyone did. They sensed the presence of danger, alerted what others could flee as well, and they saved themselves. It was like a stampede. Those that strayed from the herd would be hunted. It was the laws of nature. Before Viktorya could react (since she never thought the male would voluntarily touch her) he had picked her up by wrapping his arms over one shoulder. Her eyes narrowed as she tilted her head to look at the handsome male. In her right hand she was clutching the button from the man’s jeans which she had pried from his pants. In her left hand she was clutching the males hand which was now disembodied. The white of bone showed and blood sprayed on the ground, dripping along Viktorya’s pale white skin. When he grabbed her it was only natural for her to tighten her grasp on what she had been clutching at the time.
She did not drop her gaze from the man, nor did she look down to see what was in her hands. “What do you think?” she snapped at the question. The language she spoke was also Russian. It came so naturally that she need not have thought about it. That was at least a question she could solve. She was in Russia or at least some place where Russian was spoken. “Are you going to let me go?” It really was not a question. She looked down to see she held the poor lovers hand and tossed it down at him, the hand hit the boy in the stomach. The blood trail was small but any examiners would know it was a violent trail. “Morgana’s imp!” Viktorya swore to herself when she realized what had happened. It was why you needed to be so gentle with men. They broke too easily.
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Power has no true reason... That's what I was always told
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Jul 1, 2010 22:57:29 GMT -5
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Mal let out a growl as he noticed what pulling the female away had done to the man. After that, he really didn't even need an answer to his question, it was obvious enough simply by the fact that she had been strong enough to pull the man's hand off. He knew that she might be able to do the same to him, but he certainly hoped that that would not be the case. After all, he was far more resilient than any mere human. Still, to be able to do that with such ease, along with this scent that he was receiving from her...it was clear to him that she was of no species that he'd ever made before. And that meant nothing good, as far as he was concerned, for he had thought he'd met every type of truly sentient being on this world.
Releasing the woman, Mal stepped back, wiping his hands on his coat before stepping forward to inspect the pair on the ground. The woman was quite obviously dead, and the smell wafting from her made him grimace, though it was common when sudden death struck. The man was in shock, staring at his wrist with wide eyes and failing to make any moves whatsoever. All sound had ceased to emanate from his mouth, and it was quite obvious, to Mal at least, that the amount of blood he'd lost was near enough to killing him, and he was simply watching his final minutes drip out of the bleeding stump that had once led to a hand. For one laying in a pool of his own blood, he was quite calm, though that might have been because all rational thought had long since fled his mind.
Stepping over to the man's head, Mal frowned for a second, considering. Then, quickly and smoothly, he drove his heel into the man's larynx, crushing it and instantly killing him. Fingering the thin gold chain around his neck, Mal spoke three words. "Suaimhneas síoraí dó....." Then he turned back to the woman who had started this whole mess, or so he believed, switching back to Russian. "There, I've let you go...and yet I have the feeling that I should not have, I suggest you explain this feeling of mine...before I let it run rampant."
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Jul 3, 2010 16:45:45 GMT -5
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Viktorya’s eyes flashed as the one before her let out a growl. Her nose took in a normal scent of breath but she had gotten most of his scent. She couldn’t place him but she knew she had smelled that scent before. If only she had perhaps a sample finger from him and then she could compare the scents to the other fingers in a very large brown covered book. The decaying flesh and bone made identifying the various worlds’ creatures so much more efficient. Of course by now the bones were probably so decayed that they were dust. Viktorya doubted that this one would give her a finger sample.
Her empty black eyes watched as the male moved towards the one that smelled like death and in one final swoop snuffed the life flame from his eyes. It was in short, an act of mercy. Viktorya had never seen mercy before but she knew it when she saw it. It was one of the words she had learned, never used and never had an example to. It was like a lesson to see it being put into action. She paid particular note to the words he uttered. They were no doubt Icelandic.
You want me to inform you of your feelings?” Viktorya asked. Her lips curled and she looked ever so amused. It was a most unusual request if Viktorya was understanding this very strange individual correctly. Under other circumstances it would cost a favor or a soul (part of a soul if one knew what they were doing bargaining with a demon; then again a smart person never would bargain with a demon) but though Viktorya had a feeling to ‘charge’ this person she was also intrigued. It also seemed a bit silly to charge this person and he seemed to have nothing to offer her. She was only in a good mood because he was far more handsome than the now deceased man. Had he been uglier or had smaller feet there would be hell to pay!
You feel….” Viktorya trailed off searching for the word that seemed best to fit the situation. “Confused? No. You’d like to know what’s going on but you’re not confused. Scared? No. That doesn’t fit.” Viktorya muttered to herself. She was talking out loud, to herself. She was using her normal voice instead of going off in a shy, hushed note. “Sadness? Can one feel sadness for a stranger? Unless they knew each other, of course. How the imp should I know his feelings? What am I a bloody mind reader? - - Oh, yeah.” It was a very unusual conversation this man would be witnessing. Finally, Viktorya made eye contact with him. “Be my guest, run rampant.”
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→ WEARING whale-bone corset, jeans
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Jul 3, 2010 19:08:53 GMT -5
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Mal raised an eyebrow at the long monologue coming from the woman before her. Maybe he had been just a little to complex with his words, or maybe she was just a little too simple in the head to understand what he had meant. He was still extremely uneasy about the woman, and something about her made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. The wolf within was throwing itself about, making him grimace at its unease. Yet above all, his eyes never left this woman that smelled of something that was worse than death. Not a foul smell, but one that promised untold delights, painful, wicked pleasures, were one to give in to its call. Even while his body yearned for such a thing, his mind screamed at him to ignore the sensations.
Blinking slowly, Mal opened his mouth, choosing his words very carefully. "All that I'm asking is that you explain why my entire body tells me that I should want you...while my mind tells me I should run. Perhaps a bit more complex question than strictly necessary at this juncture, but given our current situation..." He glanced about, gesturing at the two broken bodies and irritably rubbing the gold pendant that hung from the small chain around his neck. The pendant was an intricate Celtic knot, and his fingers kept running over it, as if to reassure himself about something or other. "I feel, as I said, that you are a very dangerous person. That is the only feeling I expect you to explain. I have no desire to learn about the emotions running through my head."
He blinked again, a small grin creeping across his features, though it gave him an oddly feral look, that would have caused most humans to look back at him. "But you are wrong about one thing, there, miss. I am scared of you." He never had been one to be ashamed of fear. Fear made one cautious, and sometimes, caution was the one thing that would keep people alive. Even now, his body was tense, expecting trouble, his legs slightly bent, his feet spread enough that he had a stable platform to start moving from. He paused a moment before adding "Though I don't know why..." somewhat redundantly...
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Jul 8, 2010 11:06:09 GMT -5
VIKTORYA .{.ODESSA.}. EZEKIEL → SNATCH THE WINGS OF A FLYSPIT ON THEM AND NAIL THEM TO MY SPINE ←
Or perhaps one does not think the obvious!” Viktorya replied as if she had been reading his mind. She had but only for a second; that was before she was bored again and tuned out! It was not at all that her new companions mind was boring but she found it so as she found all minds. Any mind besides her own was boring. She did now understand the jist of Mal’s mind. “I am attractive, no?” Viktorya replied as if it was already obvious. She hated stating the obvious but he had asked such an obvious question. “And you are male, yes?” Viktorya asked. She said it like it was already common sense or some math equation that did not deal with x. Her being attractive plus him being male made him attacked to her. If you factor in with killing one woman and fatally wounding another then she was dangerous. “I do not know why, however, why your mind tells you to run. You wouldn’t run from this, would you?” Viktorya striked a pose with one hand on her hip and one hand behind her neck.
Yhat if I promise to not hurt you?” She asked. Of course there were different variations of ‘hurt’ but both could agree that ‘hurt’ did not mean dead. Never in all her life had she never not hurt someone. Though of course never in all her life had she talked to someone before bedding them. It was more of a they saw how beautiful she was, took her, and then she turned the tables on them and killed them. She had not promised, yet, to not hurt him. It was more of a question until he got her to say the words ‘I will not hurt you’ or ‘I promise to not hurt you’. Because let’s face it, if she said ‘I promise’ it’s more like an incomplete sentence and she could still hurt him. Not that she would, she found she was enjoying his company. Though she was certain there were other things to ‘enjoy’ as well.
Viktorya’s grin now matched Mal’s own. “Don’t be,” she said in a reassuringly calm and sweet voice. She walked over to him, her walk was full of grace and stamina. She could almost look like she was gliding though her feet were indeed touching the ground. If she said, ‘I am scared of you as well’ that would be a downright lie. Oh how it was so tempting to say! She had no idea how the words popped into her mind before. She had never before thought of something she could not say! “I am Viktorya, pleased to meet you. What say we have a little fun?” Mal had probably never been propositioned like this before. Viktorya laughed and stepped over the dead man’s body. “If this setting makes you uncomfortable we can find a new place. We can let the others clean up this little, mess.” She had almost said ‘imp’. But even if there were no imps here there was someone to clean up the dead.
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Jul 15, 2010 15:28:36 GMT -5
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Mal blinked as her attitude suddenly shifted, her every movement becoming more...alluring, more sexual. Unconsciously, a surge of heat rose into his body as it noticed the shift. Her first question almost made him laugh at the simplicity of it. Could it really be brought down to terms that easy to understand? Yes, she was astoundingly attractive, and yes, he was quite obviously male. As such, he was quite attracted to her, well, to her body at least. But behind that body, he kept telling himself, was something altogether more powerful. Then she posed, and his body gave an involuntary start at the sheer power of her body. That made him wonder if she knew just how much power she could have over anyone of the male gender. She obviously was very much secure with the power that she did know of. He gulped as she posed, swallowing deeply.
Then she said she would promise not to hurt him, and though a part of him still remained wary, the majority of his body visibly relaxed, and he let out a deep sigh. No matter what she meant by "hurt", that would at least guarantee that she wouldn't injure him severely enough to last for more than a day or two. But, in order for that to happen, she had to say that she did promise, first, and that hadn't happened yet. She did, however, tell him not to be scared of her, and that helped him relax a little more, if only just a little.
But she was walking towards him now, her body filled with alluring grace and even more attractive beauty. She walked right up to him, while he stood immobile, held fast by the sheer power of her. When she finally spoke, his entire body was paying attention to her words, more than just hearing them, but smelling the shift in the flow of air, feeling the tiny amount of movement that the flow created. He had never had anyone proposition him like this. Propositions in general weren't the most common thing for him. "Sure, Miss. Viktorya...We can have fun...provided that you actually make that promise...In full. But I would like to leave this scene. It's not that I'm uncomfortable around death, I've caused enough of it. I just don't like getting mixed up in human laws...So..."
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Jul 16, 2010 16:06:48 GMT -5
VIKTORYA .{.ODESSA.}. EZEKIEL → SNATCH THE WINGS OF A FLYSPIT ON THEM AND NAIL THEM TO MY SPINE ←
Viktorya was well aware of the way she looked. She knew from every simple breath the way her delicate hands were positioned, how her lips were pouted and even so how her cheeks were poised. She was a gorgeous beautiful, she knew that. Men loved to stare at her. Women wished they could be her. And for a brief moment she remembered something. Her blood relatives … were they … they were ugly, weren’t they? Yes, they were. Her family was hideous. She pushed the odd fleeting thoughts away and gave them no more consideration. She loved the way Mal looked at her yet she knew he was still wary. It was annoying but she’d get him to not be frightened of her soon enough. Viktorya also took note of the way he still had not given his name. Not that she did not know it already.
And how, dear sweet Mal, do you know I will be keeping my promise?” Viktorya knew that these such beings could not be trusted to keep their word. It was one of the many reasons why Viktorya disliked them and used them only to please her. But Viktorya also knew that she had to keep her word. Something tragic would happen if she didn’t. It had never occurred to her to not keep her word. “I’m feeling generous, however, Mal. I promise to not hurt you. Feel better?” She laughed. Her voice was sweet. She took Mal’s hands into his own. His hands were rough especially from her soft un calloused hands. “Alright. Let us leave.”
Tell me more about human laws.” Viktorya was extremely curious. It was always something she had wondered about but never had any known information about. If there was a place to study it or things to read she would certainly do so with keen interest. She did not take a single glance to look back at the dead bodies. There was no remorse in her eyes. Nor was there some sort of thought for the two lives which she had so abruptly ended (though technically she only killed one). “So… Hells. Where are you taking me?” It felt comfortable to say ‘hells’ instead of ‘heavens’. It rolled off of the tongue.
The night air smelled hellish. It sounded absolutely awful but the air was actually delightful. There were many people now who were looking onto the scene. A few people were running away now that they caught glimpses of Viktorya and Mal, Viktorya was now clinging onto Mal’s arms as if he were escorting her. Others were throwing up because the scene was gruesome. Some were talking into their hands. Viktorya turned up her nose on those odd ones. “They must be absolutely mad to be speaking conversation into their hands.” Viktorya said to Mal in a low hushed voice, though it wasn’t as if anyone else would overhear their conversation.
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→ LOCATION park off the square
→ WEARING whale-bone corset, jeans
→ NOTES she doesn't know she's a demon - yet
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Jul 16, 2010 23:17:26 GMT -5
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For some reason, the moment she actually specifically promised not to harm him, his entire body lost the tenseness that had held him rigidly in place, his hands feeling oddly out of place within the cool, smooth grip of hers. He steadied himself, but wondered why a woman as strong as she obviously was... (his gaze drifted towards the two dead bodies....) would have such smooth, hands, hands that reminded him more of soft velvet than skin. The kind of texture you wanted against your own body, rubbing sensuously against.... He broke off the train of thought. A dirty mind would get you nowhere, at least that's what his old friend had said. Which old friend was another question, as most of them had died years ago. His course hand felt...almost dirty as it was slipped inside her own, and for a second, he almost pulled it out, as if ashamed that he was sullying her own perfect skin.
But he didn't, the intoxicating sensation of her touch too strong for him to pull away from, instead drawing him closer with every heartbeat. His entire body quivered at the proximity of hers, and he listened to her every word with the rapt attention of a dog focusing on a piece of particularly juicy meat...without the cannibalistic connotations... When she asked him to leave, a perfectly innocuous question, his body reacted to it in such a way that he was forced to fight it down, flushing slightly.
And yet, despite her deadly nature, she was quite innocent as to the ways of the world. She even desired to know more about human laws, a subject that Mal himself found boring and pointless. No matter what, humans would always found the things he did wrong. Killing had no place in their society. They were even trying to get rid of the most powerful force of all, death. If not get rid of it, they were trying to hold it off as long as possible. Foolish mortals.... No matter what they did, they would age and die, as would the rest of the species on earth with set lifespans. He almost pitied them, but they had cause just a little bit too much trouble in his past for him to truly do that.
As he began to walk with her away from the mess she'd made, her question made him heat up again. To be quite honest, he didn't know where he was taking her. After all, he didn't exactly have a place of residence, so he couldn't take her "home"... So, how to solve this problem...? "I thought I'd walk you home, Viktorya. After all, I don't own a house in this city at the moment. Surely any place that you own would be better than nothing?" He decided not to answer her question about the cell phones....Maybe later, when he had a better grasp on what and who she truly was....That didn't mean they couldn't have a little fun, of course...
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Jul 17, 2010 17:02:59 GMT -5
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Jul 17, 2010 22:52:17 GMT -5
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Mal followed her, almost meekly, but there was still something within him that wouldn't ever let itself be called "meek". While he did, he lost himself in the range of senses that he could feel Viktorya in. He could hear her, walking alongside him, hear her breath. He could smell her, her clothes, her scent. The scent of death hung around her like a shadow, but he wiped any concern from his mind. He could feel her, gently pulling on his arm, towing him forward in the direction of (he hoped) her home. The smoothness of her skin had not lost its effect on him, and he pressed closer to her, feeling the warmth of her body, though he did not truly need it. But above all else, he could see her, and that blew the rest of his mind away. The way she moved, the constant flow and shift of her completely gorgeous body, her face, the way she dressed... All of it worked its way directly into his mind, which brought a change into his own body, almost unconscious in its methods. Surges of heat flooded through him, and he enjoyed every second of it.
When they finally arrived at a house, Mal nodded to her question, then waited patiently outside while she disappeared into the house. His green eyes glowed with energy as they scanned the building, noting the obvious wealth of the decorations. Still, he doubted that it belonged to her. For one, the scent of the place did not match her own in the slightest, and he could smell a young child in the various currents of air that flowed around the house. Nonetheless, it didn't matter. His body was so aroused by that time that he would probably have killed the occupants himself just to get inside with her... And he wasn't even hungry.
After what seemed like hours to him, though in reality was probably only a few minutes, Viktorya finally emerged from the house, and she seemed more stunning that ever, even with the slight smell of fresh death that emanated from her. In fact, it only aroused him even more, which was why he actually let out a soft moan as she liked his ear, completely ignoring the wording of the invitation. As long as it let him into the house, and as long as it was her who gave the invite, he would do anything. And so he stepped inside, whistling appreciatively at the modern furnishings he found within, though his body only desired entrance to one room. One room only... "Nice place....what's your favorite room?"
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Post by Isi Runasimi on Jul 17, 2010 23:13:52 GMT -5
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Jul 17, 2010 23:31:02 GMT -5
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Mal shrugged at the question. It truly didn't matter to him where in the house they went. His body was getting so hot that he could probably tear his clothes off here and now in the entrance hall... Which reminded him that it truly was a hall, long and high...with copious amounts of furniture. Still, not that it mattered to him, as he saw a row of low, modern style couches, laid end to end. The thoughts that sprang into his head at so easy a place were extremely hard to fight down, but he barely managed, using her own command to carry her as a distraction. Gently, he bent down, picking her up in his arms. She was light, surprisingly so, even for him, with the strength borne within him. She felt so fragile in his arms, but some part of him maintained the sense of danger from her, even as the rest of him ignored it.
Carrying her, he began to explore the house, looking into one room after another, though avoiding the room from which the smell of death emanated. Callous as he might be about death, it was not the most arousing thing to him, not to mention the smell of the young child that still flowed from the room. Subtly, as they passed, he flicked the lock on the door, ensuring that nothing would step from within it. Then, looking back down at Viktorya, he completely forgot it. More rooms, a library, a bathroom... As much as the thought of doing it in a hot tub aroused him, he was forced to think of practicality's sake, and left the room behind.
Finally, he arrived at the final room in the hall, its large oaken doors swing wide.The sheets on the giant bed within were still rumpled from their previous occupants, and faint traces of their scent still remained. They had been a young couple, he realized, their love still largely sexual in nature. In fact, they had copulated in the bed not three hours before hand, and the smell still hung in the air, heavily. It did not phase him in the slightest, only accentuating his own urges. Setting Viktorya down, he bent down to whisper in her ear "I think I find this room....irresistable..."
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