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towerofanimus2012-02-14 10:41 pm
grandhighblood) wrote in towerofanimus2012-02-14 10:41 pm
Entry tags:
bloody valentine
characters: grand highblood + anyone
setting: anywhere around the tower where monsters are present
format: doesn't matter
summary: the ghb ate chocolate w/o realizing it was chocolate. it's becoming night time, and he's out on the prowl as per usual......
warnings: all the warnings!!
The highblood rarely ate suspicious candies. Hell, he never even had much of a taste for normal candies, and it certainly wasn't going to start today. It just so happened that the candy got mixed in with the usual foods that he was already familiar with (that oatmeal was surprisingly addicting after having it a couple of times). He regarded the chunk of chocolate that he had already bitten into with curiosity, but nothing more, and tossed it behind his back to return to his normal meal.
Later the night, he'd experience something...odd. He caught the sight of limping creature, but only its long scaly tail and hind legs as it slipped back into the shadows. He followed it into a clearing somewhere on the dorm floor, and it stopped to rest, where he also stopped and watched it from afar.
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You'll end up catching him just sitting a little ways off, staring longingly at the pitiful creature curling up around itself. It's a hideous four-legged lizard thing with spikes trailing down its back and all the way to the tip of its tail.
setting: anywhere around the tower where monsters are present
format: doesn't matter
summary: the ghb ate chocolate w/o realizing it was chocolate. it's becoming night time, and he's out on the prowl as per usual......
warnings: all the warnings!!
The highblood rarely ate suspicious candies. Hell, he never even had much of a taste for normal candies, and it certainly wasn't going to start today. It just so happened that the candy got mixed in with the usual foods that he was already familiar with (that oatmeal was surprisingly addicting after having it a couple of times). He regarded the chunk of chocolate that he had already bitten into with curiosity, but nothing more, and tossed it behind his back to return to his normal meal.
Later the night, he'd experience something...odd. He caught the sight of limping creature, but only its long scaly tail and hind legs as it slipped back into the shadows. He followed it into a clearing somewhere on the dorm floor, and it stopped to rest, where he also stopped and watched it from afar.
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You'll end up catching him just sitting a little ways off, staring longingly at the pitiful creature curling up around itself. It's a hideous four-legged lizard thing with spikes trailing down its back and all the way to the tip of its tail.
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Was that backtalk I heard from you just a moment ago? I believe I told you to come away from that creature.
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...
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But there was still the ... ahem ... problem to handle. So, without giving him a chance to react, the trident in her hand flies to pierce straight through the beast's skull in order to kill it.
After all, she can't have his attention wandering away from her, can she? She'll just reach over to cup his chin in her hand, one talon petting across it fondly.]
Much better.
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His body is stooped over low enough so that she could indeed reach his face at all, and he breathes calmly while gazing at her regal face.]
What can I be all motherfucking doing for you tonight, my lady?
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[Her second hand moves to join the first, running long talons artfully through what she could reach of that huge mane of hair. Trident? What trident? She has what she wants, she doesn't need that weapon back.
At least not right now.
The creature was dead, and thus forgotten. Her focus was entirely on the indigo-hued beast in front of her, knowing no concept of personal space. Delight swims through her body, evident in every muscle as she messages his scalp.]
Your company is all I desire.
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Not that. He minded, of course. He's quite loyal to her, and respected her as much as any highblooded troll could. To be given this much attention, although it's a bit unnerving in ways, is an honor, and he accepts it.
Not to mention it'd be a funny story to rub it all in Dualscar's face.]Whatever the motherfuck you all wish, heh. [He croons slightly at the touch, her cool fingertips dragging though his hair and making his skin tingle. It's strange though. What was a brother to do now? If it had been any other troll, things would've been much easier, but this is the Condesce we're all talking about here. He has to tread carefully.]
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She does notice his hesitation eventually, and it makes her giggle in an almost benign fashion. Her claws drag down from his scalp, combing a bit of hair behind his ears before they drag across his chest to rest there.]
This particular wish shouldn't be all that difficult for you, my most esteemed.
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Sure, she just...straight up murdered the target of his most flushest of affections....but there's little he can do against her. Or little that he wants to do against her, to be specific.]
Anything specific a motherfucker can be all helping out Her Imperious Condescension with?
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The Condesce rumbles deeply against his skin, intent on carving shallow rivets in his thick hide -- not quite rough enough to suggest black affections. It seemed that no matter how drugged the Empress was, she would never be meant for red romance.]
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His large hand rests at her hip, tempted to dig his own nails into her when she does, but he gets the feeling that this isn't quite red or black. It's a muddy "gray" area, so-to-speak, and walking on eggshells is usually not something the highblood's so good at. It's either a caliginous thing or fucking around with the other. In this case, fucking around with the Condesce is not something he wants to do. But he's got little choice but to play it by ear.]
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[The Condesce seems perfectly happy with simply receiving his attentions. When he chuckles, she smirks and moves her other hand to join the first, though instead clawing her way across his spine. Along the way, she outlines each muscle she can define across his chest and stomach, eventually growing bored and impatient enough to pull her hand from the front to instead rest on his own.
Its quite the contrast, her own curved and webbed fingers splaying over his huge hand. Her talons sink again into the skin there, applying pressure and guiding him along her side.]
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His fingertips dig into her figure, complying with the insistent pressure and tiny sparks of pain tickling the back of his hand. Caressing her almost gently, though the hint of claws makes it seem otherwise, he lowers his head into a slight bow. His other hand smooths back some of her wild hair, adjusting it carefully as he can manage so that it doesn't keep getting tangled around them.]
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She combs his hair back to threaten him with her shark-like teeth, leaning in to sink them into his lower jaw -- just enough so that he'll feel the little pinpricks in tandem with the claws raking through the back of his hair straight up to his horns.]
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Though his horns are old and don't have the sensitivity as most trolls, he can't help but shudder slightly when she reaches for them. His claws instinctively react, hooking slightly into her back.]
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She hovers there for a few moments longer, just enough to pull a bit of indigo blood to the surface before she leans back into his hands, apparently very pleased with herself for reasons only she can know.]
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He clutches at her back almost possessively, leaving white marks on her skin where his nails had scraped over. The bit of blood she draws is nothing to him, not at all minding if his ladyship wants to prick him here and there for no real reason.]
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[She reaches up to cup his face in her hands, lashes fluttering almost innocently. Or at least...it would have been, if every move she ever made wasn't laced with a veil of condescension.]
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That expression she makes would've earned any lesser trolls a good smacking around, but it looks quite good on her. He practically nuzzles into her hands, feeling quite spoiled by her touch. Just enjoy it while it lasts, man.]
Yeah, sure, my lady...
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[She leans up to plant a fond kiss on his nose before slipping herself off of her little arm-perch and back to the floor.
And after that, she'll saunter out of the room if he lets her.]
I'll keep killing them if they keep coming. Keep that in mind, won't you~?
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My Lady don't have to be doing nothing like that for a brother, but if she motherfucking wills it, then there's fuck all that I can do.
[He hides his uneasiness pretty well. She's probably one of the few -- maybe even the only one -- that can make him feel this way. Sometimes he finds himself wondering why, but he's practically conditioned to think that it's Just the Way It Is.]