MAL BLACKNEST
Were-Wolf
Power has no true reason... That's what I was always told
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Jan 26, 2011 23:23:24 GMT -5
The Heart Of A Wolf... [/u] ----------------------------------------- Mal's eyebrow raised slightly at her sound of surprise, but he really hadn't expected anything less after her previous reactions to pain. She seemed oddly at ease, swinging there, but to her, it was all one hell of a joke, wasn't it? To each their own, he supposed. His grip didn't slacken. Which was why he was almost surprised when she rocked forward with her abs, his eyes widening slightly in an almost primal shock. The logical part of his mind had finally recognized that it had no place in this interaction. So it had accepted that, and stepped back to let the wolf take over. Not the body, but only the mind. His grin had widened, revealing his lengthened canines,
So, at her words, as the animal stepped forefront in his mind, it smiled, using the other hand to smack her hard across the cheek. It wanted to see her reaction. She wouldn't dislike it, that was sure, but the question was what her physical reaction would be. Would she laugh? Would she cry out? Or would it be some other reaction that was just as satisfying in its own way? Oh, the possibilities. It wasn't even the act of hitting her that excited him. It was the knowing that there was just so many ways she could react. The curiosity of which one she could choose...
But then her words struck him, and the animal leaned back, eyes appraising her anew. Feral lust igniting, it laughed. "Oh? Why, I never heard that rule, pinky. But, since you seem to insist on it, then I suppose we should play by your rules." With one savage swipe, his hand tore down the front of her shirt, shredding it easily. With a few more easy movements, it removed the remainder of her clothing, leaving her as naked as him. "So what now, little Pink? Now we are both naked in the same vicinity. How exactly does your rule play out now?" ----------------------------------------- Can It Know Love Again?
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Lynette Adelaide Keeler
Vampire
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sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me
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Post by Lynette Adelaide Keeler on Jan 27, 2011 0:03:35 GMT -5
there's more than meets the eye symbolic woman sits on her throne but hate strips her and Her shoulders shook with a silent giggle and she rocked slightly from the action, watching the shock dance across his face. The shock she loved to see, the shock that she fed on and always tried to get. . . . The shock that she was so darn good at making people feel! Anything uncanny. . . anything outside of the norm and people didn’t know what to do!
Mal’s expression changed, however, but it wasn’t anything that surprised her. She just smiled back at him with the sweetest little smile. . . . And then he smacked her. Her head jerked from the force of the blow, but her cheek didn’t even bruise: she was far more sturdy than that. Giggling, she looked back at him, then lifted her arm and giggled again. “Thank you sir, may I have another?” she recited easily, not a single ounce of sarcasm cushioning her lyrics this time. The playfulness remained, but she was quite serious.
She wanted to be hit again.
At least he seemed to have taken her little revelation to heart! She giggled at his response, not even flinching as he rent the clothes from her body, reducing them to mere ribbons. Well, looked like she was walking home naked tonight! Ehehehe the townsfolk would simply be aghast! Oh the shock she’d get for that would make her set for life!
“Silly goose! I already told you that sex is a must now that we, a man and a woman, are naked in the same area together!” she sniggered. Whether or not she was serious remained to be seen, but Lyn wasn’t the type of person to never mean what she said. She might make jokes and she might giggle and smile, but in the long run. . . she meant most of what she said when it came to things like this! Now when it came to justifying her actions. . . that was all just to make the little humans feel better about their society!
Everything was better if there was a reason for it! They couldn’t accept that people could be bad just because they wanted to be.
a cage for every unclean spirit every dirty bird well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Mal! he and Lyn are hanging out in a lot and having a grand old time playing mind games. My post also happens to be 361 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; Keep trying!
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MAL BLACKNEST
Were-Wolf
Power has no true reason... That's what I was always told
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Jan 30, 2011 21:42:39 GMT -5
When We Lose Control... [/u] ----------------------------------------- With an easy swing, his hand crashed hard into her face again, the nails angled this time to take a bit of skin with them as they moved on. The heat of the moment had finally completely subdued Mal's better nature, and unlocked the cage that he always had inside. The only one in control now was the wolf, and it was enjoying itself. It lifted the hand to its mouth, licking off the blood from the scratches, rumbling happily to itself while it held her there, suspended by her hair. Pain...pain was pleasure to it, both giving and receiving. Since the girl hanging there didn't seem to interested in hurting it, however, it would have to be satisfied with hurting her. A slight pout came onto its face as it balled up a fist and shot it into her stomach, a blow that would have made a normal human regurgitate their latest meal, but it knew that she was made of firmer stuff than that. It drew back the fist, then sent it into her stomach again with another powerful blow. Each time the fist drew back, the other hand took up the weight again on her hair. "Well then, little pink" it rumbled, curling the fist again. "I know that you won't mind that I'm a strong advocate for rough love." This time the fist hit her face instead, the feral grin growing.
Growling low in its chest, the wolf lifted her higher, his hand now almost straight above his head, his face at her stomach. With a snarl, it licked it lightly, then pinched the skin between its teeth and bit down, not enough to rend flesh, but still enough so that she would definitely feel it. Rumbling again, it lowered her slightly, then repeated the exact same action on her left nipple, running its tongue across it, then biting it hard. Driven entirely by its desire for further pleasure, it dropped its grip on her hair, letting her fall to the pavement. At the same time, the other hand came back across to smack her in the face again. The sound rang across the empty lot, echoing into the distance. It had completely forgotten its surroundings now, all of its attention focused on the pink haired form before him. "Well, come on pinky, I haven't got all night, you know. Either start fucking me, or start biting me. I'll take either, but I don't like limp little dolls that sit there and giggle inanely to themselves all night." ----------------------------------------- We Have The Best Time of Our Lives.
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Lynette Adelaide Keeler
Vampire
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sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me
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Post by Lynette Adelaide Keeler on Jan 30, 2011 22:18:37 GMT -5
This shining city built of gold a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne but hatred strips her and leaves her naked The Beast and the Harlot She's a dwelling place for demons mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky oy when he delivered, he delivered! The blows glanced off her body with such force behind it, but all she could do in response was sway slightly from the force and squeal from a mix of pain and delight—mostly delight. However, each time the pain blossomed before budding into the pleasure, it started the clock on a ticking time bomb inside Lyn. Once it went off, nothing would sate her hunger for destruction until she got her hands on a blunt object and hit at least twenty people upside the head with it, followed by setting things on fire. Lots of things. “Hehehe that tickles,” she snickered, squirming slightly in the air as he nibbled at her torso. However, the giggling promptly turned into a surprised squeal as she tumbled to the ground, falling right onto her back with a loud thud. Lying there, she took a deep breath and then said “Lyn fall down and go boom.” Obviously the werewolf wasn’t having as much fun with this little game as she was! No sooner was she on the ground and he was demanding things of her! “Well, come on pinky, I haven't got all night, you know. Either start fucking me, or start biting me. I'll take either, but I don't like limp little dolls that sit there and giggle inanely to themselves all night,” he snorted, apparently growing impatient. Giggling, Lyn promptly did what she thought was the best line of action: she sat up, wiggled her way between his legs, and then chomped right down on his thigh, sharp canines piercing into the one of the biggest arteries in his body—the femoral artery. Blood immediately gushed into her mouth and she felt an immediate sense of power rush through her small body, his more potent lycan blood proving to not only taste fifty times better, but even that little bit of blood was enough to kick-start the healing process of the bruises on her face and the cut along her cheek. TAGGED: mal WORDS: two hundred thirty two OUTFIT: nothing! :U NOTES: new template is new CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Avenged Sevenfold
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MAL BLACKNEST
Were-Wolf
Power has no true reason... That's what I was always told
Posts: 163
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Jan 30, 2011 22:42:52 GMT -5
Come On Darlin'... [/u] ----------------------------------------- Oh, but she was fast when it came down to it, wasn't she? Mal roared out as her teeth ripped into his thigh, his entire body instantly tingling with a mixture of adrenaline and pleasure, even as his blood pumped out of the wound, some escaping her mouth to wind down his leg even as he drew back the other one, then shot it out, his knee blasting into the side of her head. He would be remiss, of course, if he didn't give as good as he got. She wouldn't mind, of course, just as he didn't. The sight of his own blood only drove him further, and his hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing to restrict her air flow. With a furious snarl, his mouth opened wide, then drove his teeth into the smooth skin of her torso, tearing off a chunk with his mouth, swallowing it whole with a bloody grin before throwing her back at the ground, letting the blood from the piece of meat leak from the sides of his mouth as he stalked slowly towards her, his blood still freely running from his leg, even as it began to heal. He dug a long nail into it to keep it from stopping, the pain making him step forward with another growl. Now, this was getting fun. But it wasn't enough, even if she did taste better than some piddling human. He had to play some more... He had to have more, more pain, more blood. And she would give it to him, yes she would. She'd do it or he'd be forced to find someone else to sate his madness now. Bending over her, he let some of her own blood out of his mouth, letting it pour on her face, staining it crimson. Such a beautiful color...
More...He had to have more. She couldn't stop now, he wouldn't let her, no, no, NO! With a snarl, he used a hand behind her head to lift her, smashing his lips against hers and letting the blood in both their mouths mix before pulling away, licking his lips hungrily. This was a girl after his own heart at last, and she had let him loose, so she had to be ready for the consequences. But he knew she was. There was no way she couldn't be. He stood back, blood dripping down his leg and from his chin now, trailing down his chest, leaving spidering tracks of crimson down through his abs. Her move now, that was the way the game went, even though he wanted to hit her again, bite her again, kiss her again and take her tongue with him this time... "Come on then, pinky, or is that little love nip the best you can do? I'm disappointed so far..." ----------------------------------------- Bleed On Me Tonight...
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Lynette Adelaide Keeler
Vampire
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sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me
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Post by Lynette Adelaide Keeler on Feb 1, 2011 23:34:02 GMT -5
This shining city built of gold a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne but hatred strips her and leaves her naked The Beast and the Harlot She's a dwelling place for demons mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky tars erupted into her vision as soon as the werewolf’s knee smacked into her temple and the pink-haired vampiress fell to the ground, tittering to herself as she imagined counting the stars dancing circles around her pink-topped cranium. He sure was getting rough, wasn’t he! And to think she had been the source of it all! The reason for this violence! It made her feel happy inside. Getting to her feet, she flippantly rolled underneath him as he grabbed at her, deciding to play a little game of hard to get for a while. It wouldn’t be fun for him if he didn’t have a little bit of challenge, would it? If she didn’t tease a little bit, make it hard for him, present him with a chance to show her just what he was made of. . . . Besides, she couldn’t let him take too much from her! It would be a crying shame if she came off as too easy, wouldn’t it? “Love nip? Well, if that’s what you want to call it. . . ,” she grinned, cocking her head to the side. If he wanted something more than what she was giving him, then she would certainly deliver. . . . Suddenly she whirled around as a fire truck roared by, lights blazing and horn wailing. Lyn’s eyes immediately lit up like the Fourth of July and her grin widened into a gaping smile. Fire truck! That meant somewhere there was a fire! Or at least some sort of death! A car accident? A shoot out? Or was it just a blaze somewhere? Her chocolate brown eyes scanned the skyline for any sign of smoke. . . and then spotted it several blocks away. “FIRE!” she shouted merrily, turning blithely from the werewolf and taking off at a sprint toward the source. So what if she was naked? No one important would care! There was a fire and she wanted to see it! TAGGED: mal WORDS: three hundred twenty eight OUTFIT: nothing! :U NOTES: late post is late. D: CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Avenged Sevenfold
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MAL BLACKNEST
Were-Wolf
Power has no true reason... That's what I was always told
Posts: 163
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Post by MAL BLACKNEST on Feb 2, 2011 18:33:09 GMT -5
Bathed in Blood and Carnage... [/u] ----------------------------------------- He howled in frustration as she avoided his grab, spinning around to face her. No trace of his calm mentality could be found in his face any more, with eyes that shone fiercely, their golden hue only accentuated by the silver light of the moon. Easy, she might not be, but she was driving his single minded mentality beyond pure rage. Still, that wasn't to say that he was putting all of his energy into the game, not yet. "That is exactly what I want to call it." He growled, voice distorted by layers of fury. "Your little pinpricks might draw some blood, but they hurt less than a fucking ant." He stalked forward, the wound on his leg stemming the flow of its blood, but the appendage was already stained crimson.
Then the fire truck went past, and he knew what she was going to do before her grin even began to widen. It was too obvious, given her personality, and the hunter in him noticed the less than subtle shifts in her muscle groups as she turned away from him, treating him to a pleasant view of her little rear end, had he bothered to look down. He didn't, a low rumble growing in her face as she excitedly pointed out the fire. Really, he didn't care. Let her run for the fire, let her give him what the hunter wanted most, a chase. Latent feral memories took control. Run, he thought. Run, little pink, give me a chase to remember. You aren't running from me...but you're still giving me one hell of a hunt... And the chase made the rewards afterwards all the more worth it.
Off she went, as he laughed in joy, the sound ringing after her as he crouched, the powerful muscles in his legs preparing. Then, with a massive bound, and another fresh burst of laughter, he was after her, in large bounding leaps that took him up to rooftops, over low building, alighting nimbly each time gravity brought him down before leaping again, his barking laughter ringing out behind him. "Come on, little bat!" He roared after her, bounding again. "Lead me into the fire. We'll see who gets burned first! Or maybe they should just turn the hose on you, and see if it cools you down!" On her heels, he leapt again, remaining close behind her. ----------------------------------------- Dance with me tonight...
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Lynette Adelaide Keeler
Vampire
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sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me
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Post by Lynette Adelaide Keeler on Feb 4, 2011 19:26:06 GMT -5
This shining city built of gold a far cry from innocence There's more than meets the eye round here look to the waters of the deep A city of evil There sat a seven-headed beast ten horns raised from his head Symbolic woman sits on his throne but hatred strips her and leaves her naked The Beast and the Harlot She's a dwelling place for demons mourn this loss with her sins piled to the sky o he was going to pursue her! Well that was just grand. Lyn had all but figured he would do just that, since he was a big wolfy and she was obviously running away. . . . Big wolfies liked to chase things that move quickly and run away, right? Maybe she wasn’t actually running away from him—she had just found something more interesting to play with!—but the concept was pretty much the same thing. “Run run run, fast as you can, you can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man!” she squealed over her shoulder. Wolves were fast, but vampires always won with speed. Maybe she’d show him her newest trick and see how well she could follow her then! Now this game of tag had even won out over the fire she had been promised! Abruptly she deviated from her straight path and shot down an alley before running up the side of the building and jumping over a large fence at the end of the alley. She stumbled a little bit when she fell, but Lyn managed to regain her footing and she took off again, going a little more than half speed to ensure that the werewolf wouldn’t fall behind and end the game before she had got bored of it. However, she also didn’t bother to look over her shoulder to see if he was still there. TAGGED: mal WORDS: two hundred thirty three OUTFIT: nothing! :U NOTES: lame boring short post is. . . yeah. CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Avenged Sevenfold
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