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Post by unknown on Jun 15, 2009 14:01:26 GMT -7
 Arama
She took a turn and leant against a broken lamp-post. It's light flickered from dim to 'so dim you can't see'. Arama smiled and unwrapped the jacket from her figure, letting it open and flap and reveal the goodies of what lay beneath. She let her head fall back and revealed more than many vampires that passed would expect. Hardly any vampire would allow themselves to bare their neck and not be protected. She closed her eyes, but her hands brushed past her leg to make sure the weapons she'd concealed under her dress and strapped to her legs where still where she left them. Easy to grab in a fight.
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Post by kale on Jun 19, 2009 19:23:50 GMT -7
Who said vampires couldn't hurt? A pang of agony seared up his leg with each step, twisting around his bone and coiling through his muscle till his expression was warped in a grimace. Exhaustion pushed his shoulders down till they nearly hunched against his chest, his eyes dimming as he stared listlessly at his shifting feet. The cool night air slapped his bared flesh, but he didn't take notice of it. Temperature hardly affected him anymore. Maybe he'd notice a tornado, but a delicate breeze tickling his arms? That flew under the radar. Humans passed him, their delicious scent attempting to arouse his spirits, but he was too withdrawn to relish the feast parading around him. He could hear the rustle of the fabric against their delicate skin, so easily penetrated to reveal the sweet banquet below... the whisper as their hair lifted in the wind, their footsteps as their legs swept them farther away. Another lost meal. He stared at the cracked concrete, stained and broken just like the humans walking past him, each a living massacre of human emotion. He scoffed at the idea of their pathetically chaotic minds, all caught up in their separate lives, blind to the bigger picture and regretting their minor mistakes. So naïve, even the old ones. They deserved to die – their lives would never be worth anything, anyway. He wasn’t robbing them of anything, just another meaningless future that would blur with every other.
He lifted his sapphire eyes as the atmosphere about him changed a touch, the dull edges charged with electricity. He looked at the human’s faces, watching how they glanced in one direction and then averted their gazes hastily. Drawn by this curious act, he followed their route and his eyes lit upon the seductive form posed vulnerably beneath the dark lamppost. His eyes raked down her sensual frame, caressing her curves as they trailed all the way down to her ankles. Inhaling appreciatively, he stepped toward the woman, his right hand shoved into the nondescript leather jacket that hung below his torso. He had little trouble viewing her physique in the light, or lack thereof, as was the trait of his species. His eyes fixed on the white stretch of her throat, so open, so inviting… [/blockquote] |
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Post by unknown on Jun 20, 2009 5:08:24 GMT -7
Taking a deep breath, Arama slowly opened her eyes and looked towards where she had heard a footstep. In it's place was a man, with dark brown hair, made darker by the dim-light, and he also had a pair of appealing eyes which flickered over her body. She curved her lips into a smile, and looked down to where his arm was concealed in his jacket. She raised and eyebrow with curiosity, looking back up to admire his facial features a bit more. She followed his eye line to her throat, which she made slightly more enticing by moving her head a little higher so it stretched a little more and she took another breath. She looked round to her left, as a human scurried past them, and she sighed.
She turned her head slowly back to the man. She pushed herself off the post and took a slow step towards him. "Hello, sir." she said, deliberately. She wondered how he would react to that. She smiled again and leaned forward slightly. "I'm Arama. Surely something as handsome as you has a name that compliments your features." she said, with a cute yet seductive voice.
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Post by kale on Jun 20, 2009 10:14:37 GMT -7
Her eyes flashed open to greet his, a shade of warm brown tinted with caramel and rich chocolate. A sultry smile curled his lips as her flavorful eyes danced down to his hand and then shot one more to his face. He couldn't tell the woman's species from firsthand appearances, but he somehow doubted a human would display such sensuality to a stranger. Deer don't seduce lions. This led him to believe she was were or vamp, though her smell didn't give her away. He hated that. Why couldn't werewolves smell different than humans and vampires? All the scents blended together into one batch, making him vulnerable to attacks from someone he assumed human. Blasted nose! It should be of more use to him. Protect him a little, aid his senses. Instead, he had to keep up his guard against every individual around him until he knew of their species, even if it meant tasting their blood. If you can't guess, it was a pain in the ass in a crowd.
She gradually tilted her head back further, a motion that caused his eyes to tighten with caution... not against her, but himself. He wanted her in that moment. In both ways. The two wants always accompanied each other, craving touch and blood in equal doses and driving him mad if he didn't want to hurt the girl he so desired. It had happened, of course. How he had longed for the body of a girl in two ways, and how he had been unable to stop himself from seducing her and bringing her to one of the trashy motels that his crime scenes usually took place. He had satisfied one want first, but then the blood beneath her skin was racing with passion and the smell was shot with adrenaline and he couldn't help satisfying the second want. It had made him feel bad, for he had not wanted to... but he didn't stay remorseful for long. Kale didn't like what he had to do but he refused to regret it. If he sat around moping about what he was, thinking himself a "monster" and attempting to starve himself to keep pathetic humans alive, well, that's just ridiculous. Lions weren't vegetarians, nor was he. It was the food chain, the way of life, and he couldn't help it if he was on the top of the pyramid.
His mind left the gutter as she neared a step, the slow pronouncement of her movements making them all the more inviting. He was surprised at how much sexuality she displayed with a stranger, but he wasn't complaining. It was her neck.
"An unusual name, Arama."
He said, his melodious voice playing the sentence as a lullaby.
"I'm Kale, though most call me Ranger."
He informed her, using his fond nickname that originated from his last name, "Range". [/blockquote] |
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Post by unknown on Jun 20, 2009 12:53:04 GMT -7
Arama listened intently to his masculine voice. It sort of comforted her and at the same time surprised her. She tried to look interested when he mentioned how unusual her name was she. She shrugged slightly and and looked around again. "It's short, for Aramantha. A horrible name if you ask me. It's supposed to mean... 'Dark Angel' but I doubt it should be given to me." she said, turning her head as she spoke it's meaning. She looked at the handsome features again, her mind revealing new things about him which she found appealing; The way he stood, the way his aqua pools ran over her form and watched her back.
Arama ran her hand through her hair, to throw it back to clear her view a bit more. She noticed he had spoken his name. She smiled a little more and took another step forward, yet this time she dared to place her hand on his shoulder and she ran her hand across the leather to the neck. She looked up into his face and sighed quietly. "What can I call you then?" she asked, as innocent as she could.
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Post by kale on Jun 20, 2009 13:28:27 GMT -7
He inclined his head as she explained the meaning of her complicated name. Aramantha. It sounds like Samantha mixed with something more melodic, a touch of mystery in a common dubbing. A twist. He liked that -- something to break the norm, to stand out from the others. When everyone blended together in a world of unending time and repeated bloodshed, everything black and white and stained red, one flash of something new was enough to catch his attention and hold it.
"I think it's beautiful."
He commented, not trying to flatter her but rather speaking the truth. After all, she was already something of beauty to him -- she was unusual, and that was enough for him. That was as beautiful as it got. If you can capture a vampire's attention, you know you're something special.
God, I hope she isn't a werewolf he thought, amused. He didn't necessarily hate werewolves, for he didn't judge individuals by their species but by their own actions, but the blood of a werewolf was simply disgusting and the sex... well, it was just awful. And he wanted both from her. Not that he'd get it, or ask for it -- he just couldn't help wanting. Where's the harm in that, anyway?
The shampoo scent tangled in her tresses wafted to him as she tossed her hair, causing him to lean a bit closer. It was like roses, but muskier, making his senses tingle and wild thoughts inflame his mind. He blinked, a little stunned, and shrugged his shoulders as if that would help him regain composure. She was certainly unnerving, playing to all his temptations. It could be a trap, but he didn't really give a damn. He was just reckless like that.
Had he a breath, it would've caught as she smiled at him and neared another step, closing the distance between them. His eyes flickered to her hand as it stroked his jacket and rested against his neck. His skin should've been hot and his blood racing, but it was cold and his flesh was motionless, like marble.
"Kal."
He decided, a coy smile raising one side of his mouth higher than the other as he took a step back from her and then another to the left, so he was close again but this time more near her side. He leaned in close so that his lips brushed her hair, his hand raising and pushing back the strands so that his breath could warm her ear as he spoke.
"And what can I call you, then?"
He all but whispered it, his skin hardly an inch from hers, electricity rolling down his spine.
He couldn't believe she was technically a stranger.
How odd the world was, eh?
He chuckled, his voice low, and stepped away again. He turned his back to her as he walked to the lightpost she had been under before, taking his time to turn back to her and lean against it. He crossed his arms, his expression cool and composed again, with a humored edge to it and a dangerous smirk on his lips.
"Not the best time for a late-night stroll."
He said, his voice light but an underlying current making the words more than a mere comment. It was seduction with a dangerous ingredient, making it all the more appetizing. At least for him. [/blockquote] |
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Post by unknown on Jun 21, 2009 9:18:55 GMT -7
Arama watched him intently, as he repositioned next to her. She felt the whisper of air as he spoke against her ear which made her neck and her whole body tingle. She seemed to tinge slightly, and she wished her heart could work just so she could feel it beat faster when she looked at him. Her smile lightened and as he moved himself onto the lamppost, she suddenly felt colder. She took a quick glace towards him, then turned so only her side faced him. "Arama, please..." she whispered, probably hardly audible. She turned her head towards him when she heard him say something about it being too late for a stroll. She shrugged, her jacket falling slightly off her shoulder as she did so.
She smiled once more and looked up at she sky. The first time she had in a while. She loved it. The way the stars complimented the poor moon stuck in the sky at night. She looked back and sighed. "All I can say is that I am more active at night then in the day." she spoke truthfully. She took a small step forward and folded her arms. "And what about you, Kal?"
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