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Date Posted: 21:50:26 10/25/03 Sat
Author: Damion Ryes
Subject: ^|Prince of Darkness|^
In reply to:
Mitch
's message, "*tence*" on 09:48:07 10/25/03 Sat
He caught her thought and smiled wickedly, emerald orbs dancing. Yes, that's something he would like to do.
I'd love to Mitch, but you seem to be against it while your body isn't.
A strong hand slid up her leg, caressing the inside of her thigh, the rough thumb pad rubbing against the junture between her thighs as his eyes bored into hers...
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*slap* (this one, other was in wrong place) -- Mitch, 11:35:21 10/31/03 Fri
*Her hand raises and flys threw the air, slapping him full force on the cheek, making a small crack noise. She then pushes her body back, away from him.*
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^|Prince of Darkness|^ -- Damion Ryes, 19:42:26 11/02/03 Sun
The brute again allowed her slap, head snapping to one side with the force put into it. He took a deep breath through his nose, the malicious light fading from his eyes. He returned his gaze to hers, now questioning.
Tell me...what is it you want?
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*glare* -- Mitch, 19:47:18 11/02/03 Sun
*She glares at him, hatred basically the only emotion she knew everything about. she pushes herself back agenst a wall and looks at him* To get away from here, and from you. You and your pathetic demon kind. *She spits the words*
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^|Prince of Darkness|^ -- Damion Ryes, 19:52:51 11/02/03 Sun
The brute rose, his mental hold on the house releasing easily. He crossed his arms, the door to his bedroom swinging open. He looked down at her, shrugging.
Then get out and don't come back. Francly, I'm tired of dealing with your shit. Go see if you can survive out there and have fun.
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*stands* -- Mitch, 08:07:22 11/04/03 Tue
*She stands up, back agenst that wall. She glares deeply at him, then her eyes shift to the door. Slowly, she starts moving toward it, her mind a total wirl of confusion. Neither Alairic or Bloodlarka had let her go. They had gotten mad at her and only did worse things.. Damion, he gets mad at her and makes her leave.. Though that is what she wanted*
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^|Prince of Darkness|^ -- Damion Ryes, 21:02:01 11/08/03 Sat
The brute raised a dark brow at her slow departure. His mind caught her thoughts, the brute frowing and shaking his head. He leaned against the wall, a booted foot rising the rest against it.
I told you from the begining I wasn't like either of them, but you refused to believe that. I may threaten things, but I'm not completely cruel. And I keep my promises. However, if you really think you can manage it, which, though you're a strong and stubborn little bitch I don't think you can, you can try and go out on your own. In this land, something will find you be it a demon, vampire, or something else. You'll end up being a meal, a companion, or a play thing. Go have fun. At least you were safe here.
He simply stared at her then, emerald ooids boring into her as she made to leave. He was right. Someone out there would find her and make her into something worse than what she had been here. Then again, it was her choice...
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*glance* -- Mitch, 17:59:17 11/09/03 Sun
*She glances at him, then the door. Standing now in the middle of the room, her mind was still a wirl. Her body was tence and only one word ran threw her mind. 'run'. If she let it, her body would run. Fight or flight, and flight was what her body wanted. But her mind wanted to fight. Again she glances from the door and them to Damion. It was right infront of her, the open door. She could run so easily and just leave, just get out of this hell whole.. but then again.. Damion kept saying something else would find her. For a split second she had doughts about leaving, but that quickly demisishes. She lets her body free and her feet dash out from under. She runs as fast as she can, past Damion, Past her room and Ranya's.. Past the kitchen, and finnaly to the door. She puts her hand on it, and slowly starts to open it. Seeing the outside once again. She runs,leaving the door wide open. *
Free..
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