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] Date Posted: 12:20:10 12/09/06 Sat In reply to: Dorjan 's message, ".. Marketday Predator .." on 16:40:44 12/08/06 Fri sorry Kind of rushed. and dumb fingers tangling gently for the moment in Kazans hair Cyne finds pleasure in his slight flinches. a purr soft within her throat as the door opened before the master of the manson. the slightest waver of amusement in her tone at the well hidden venom in his lyrics. manners having always been one of Dorjan's many marvalous traits.. pleasantries that Cyne never seemed to care for. *The night brings many wonderful things.. nice to see you back in your rightful place, my dear. * allowing the slightest drawl towards the end though she picks her train of thought back up swiftly. * I have something that once belonged to you I figured that it was time to give it back. as for the falcon.. I am sure we could find a fair price. the boy is a shifter of many shapes, trained in fighting and pleasure, much better then his father. * Her grip tightening upon Kazans hair bring to his breath the slightest gasp. forcing his head back and to the side slightly showing off the smooth but bloody flesh of his throat. a smurk sliding slowly to full lips. * he has become quite the pussy cat..* no struggle seeming to be given by the once rebellous creature. His eyes closed and frame still beneath his cruel masters gaze. not even fighting as she places a blood smeared finger upon his lips. the fight gone, head bowing once more when allowed to do so. only the flickering of anguish in his downcast pools evident to one that might look. attention turning back to Dorjan quite pleased with her self Cyne as she awaited his responce. the falcon upon her shoulder silent through it all. his feathers rustling and head shifting slightly with his mistresses movements . pain within his hooded glance though there was nothing that he could do. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Author: Dorjan [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 13:15:19 12/09/06 Sat ((Not a problem at all. We all have our off moments. xp )) .. If he hadn't been in front of the other vampire, he would have groaned, or sighed, or something. He found it utterly tiresome to not use verbal phrases when one was physically present. It was a practice that it seemed had worn out with the older generation of vampires. Or, at least, with the disappearance of most of the older generation. Cale, he knew, would just never leave him alone or be quiet. He did let his mood touch to his face the smallest bit at her slight drawl and pet name for him. He was certainly no familiar face or another toy of hers to be called dear, and he suggested as much by the slight tightness around his eyebrows and the corner of his mouth. Dorjan really wasn't in the position to play 'safely' tonight, or to entertain someone he didn't want to be dealing with at all. Those smallest bits of annoyance, however, drifted back towards curiosity as she chased down her own statement. A sale, hmmm? That was business talk he was always willing to manage. "Certainly you'd prefer to deal somewhere other than the hallway. One of the parlours, perhaps, or my study?" He stepped to the side lightly, inviting her with his body language to enter if she so wished. He knew that with her 'present' would no doubt come with strings attached and a price for her work. But Dorjan was not one to lack money or strings of his own to pull. As long as he could identify what her terms would be, then things would go over fine. Her treatment of his ex-slave was intriguing. It seemed almost that she was making less of a statement to Kazan and more of one to him. Well, if she wanted to play that sort of game he could as well. He pointedly ignored the exposed throat with poised grace. He had just fed himself, so although it certainly attracted his senses it didn't stir him to gorge himself. It wasn't but so much of a lure when he wasn't hungry. .. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |