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Post by Seppuku on Feb 1, 2008 14:55:40 GMT -5
With a simple glance, he had the waitresses’ attention. She came over quickly, knowing exactly what he was and not wanting to provoke him in anyway. “What may I get you sir?” she asked. Seppuku glanced up, his long hair casting shadows over his pale features. “Ah, let’s make it a bottle of red wine,” he ordered, watching the woman nod and leave the table. His mouth almost watered at the thought of quenching his thirst with a bottle of their finest wine. He stretched his arms out across the table and stared over at the candle, watching the flame dance upon the wick.
“Here’s your wine, sir.”
Seppuku perked up as the woman returned with the chilled bottle. As soon as he paid for it, he took the bottle in hand and downed a good amount before sitting it back down on the table with a sated sigh. A couple of vampires seated at the table across from him, stared with wide eyes at his drinking. Seppuku only sneered at them before turning to get comfortable and propping his feet up on another chair.
He was finally content, snuggling down in his chair and leaning his head back against the wall. There weren’t many people at the Lounge tonight, which only added to the luxury. Though, his peaceful night was short lived as the door opened, signaling either the departure of a guest or someone new.
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 4, 2008 11:08:41 GMT -5
The deep navy skies were unattainable tonight as Wolfram watched dark clouds thicken and clog the heavens. Concealing all natural light, only the sickly orange glow of streetlamps would brighten the gloomy streets of Raven Black City. Although a common sanctuary, Wolfram found no solace in his empty home and so had chosen to break tradition and wander aimlessly again.
Thinking back over his regular haunts; with the word ‘regular’ appearing to be particularly optimistic; Wolfram remembered The Lounge with a smile. Although he wasn’t the type to enjoy the public house atmosphere or some of the youths that associated themselves with the place, he still gained a nostalgic feeling from just thinking about it. Bringing back the pleasant memories and fading out the not so pleasant, Wolfram began to feel secure and finally opted to greet The Lounge once more.
Upon opening the door, a draught unsettled the interior pressure and forced him inside like a vacuum. Despite this, he still entered gracefully and let the door close slowly behind him. His weightless silver locks were left in disarray from the sudden breeze, but Wolfram waited until he was seated before untangling the mass.
Patting down the tousled hair on his crown with his palms, he then used his fingers as a comb to straighten the unruly locks once more and part the moonlit sea to frame his face. Now that he could see again, his deep ocean eyes looked upon a lady that was approaching from his right. Carrying a menu under her arm and dressed in a smart manner, it wasn’t difficult to assume that she was the waitress.
She smiled as she approached the table, a warm welcome that Wolfram eagerly returned. “Is the weather alright out there?” She asked, making light small-talk and commenting on his recent hair maintenance. “Yes, the weather is fine. Thanks for asking…” Retaining the smile, his cynical words almost seemed hidden under his polite nature and sophisticated accent. Whether it was well hidden or not remained to be unknown, but he watched her reaction quite carefully in order to figure that out. When her face went blank as if the cogs of her mind were seized from overworking, Wolfram was rather confident that she hadn’t quite caught what he meant.
“Well,” She announced after much delay, presenting a fresh smile as if she had lost a bit of time yet pretended not to notice. “What can I get for you?” Lowering his head, he chuckled gently to himself before looking straight at her again. “It has been such a long time since I was last here, so, why don’t you suggest something.” That blank expression appeared on the girl’s face again, but as if out of habit, the smile returned soon after and she turned to look upon a man lounging in a chair to the far right.
“Well the gentleman there has our red wine; it’s the best bottle in the house.” Wolfram leant back in his chair to peer past her and look upon the contented smile that the man wore. “He does seem quite satisfied.” The girl grinned and bowed her head a little. “So would you like the same?” She questioned, studying his eyes with a slight nervousness about her since Wolfram wasn’t smiling anymore.
“Yeah, sure.” He uttered with the same drab tone as before, ignoring her presence as she scuttled off behind the bar to produce yet another bottle of the red wine before setting it down upon the table. He paid what was owed then allowed her to depart, she had other duties to tend to after all and as did he; there was still a lot he had to think about.
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Post by Seppuku on Feb 4, 2008 21:24:42 GMT -5
Seppuku blinked his bright blue eyes at the newcomer. His hair... I've never seen someone with such an attractive aura, he thought, lifting the bottle once again. The sweet, yet bitter taste lingered along his tongue as he kept his eyes on the other man. He rested his elbow upon the table and cupped his chin as he ran his tongue slowly across his right fang.
He looks a bit troubled, he tilted his head slightly to the left as he studied the other man's features. Now, it wasn't his business or anything, but he couldn't help but wonder. He removed himself from his seat, taking the bottle of wine, and walked over to the other table.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, taking a seat across from the other man. To some it may have come across as rude, but Seppuku did not care of what others thought, besides... He was sure, that once the alcohol had settled, he would be doing things that would really be considered rude and uncalled for.
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 7, 2008 7:35:12 GMT -5
“No, not at all.” The sudden intrusion hadn’t troubled Wolfram in the slightest and he looked up with a half-cocked smile as the man took a seat before him. Wolfram was a little surprised to find the man that the waitress had pointed to had decided to place himself here, but he couldn’t say that he minded. It was better to have some company, even if he was yet to determine what kind of company this man would bring. One could only hope that he wasn’t as big an idiot as many people were whom haunted this city.
Dipping his head, Wolfram’s ocean eyes stared deeply into the crimson liquid in the glass. He remembered the taste, the sweetness and the subtle kick from the alcohol gave it a particularly refreshing and wonderful taste. Wolfram looked up toward him again, focusing on the bright icy blue eyes of the man opposing him; he did have very good taste.
“The waitress told me that this certain red wine was something of a favourite of yours. May I ask the name of the man with such good taste?” A warm compliment was genuine, but Wolfram used it to entice a response. Perhaps he was old fashioned, but when speaking with someone, he liked to have their name straight off the bat.
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Post by Seppuku on Feb 8, 2008 20:23:25 GMT -5
Seppuku barely heard the question asked by the silver haired man. He was… charming to say the least. “My name is Seppuku… And your name, snowflake?” he mused, not an insult, but a comment to the man’s exquisite appearance. He glanced over towards the waitress by the bar, and with a smirk, he looked upon her form. The alcohol was beginning to take hold of his consciousness, his eye lids drooped slightly over his icy orbs. The more he thought about the name ‘snowflake’ the more he liked it and could possibly use it as a nickname for the stranger.
He stretched his arms out over his head, grinning over at the man. “The wine’s strong too!” He exclaimed. “Not like the cheap grape juice they usually serve those on a budget.” He glanced back over towards the waitress, watching her slide from patron to patron, serving them drinks and such. He would take her life later on tonight. Yes, he had it planned all along.
OOC: Sorry about the wait. Net problems. O_<
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 18, 2008 5:00:09 GMT -5
((OOC: So sorry for the wait. I hope I get more time to play, this thread is very fun. ;D ))
Wolfram’s silver brows took a nosedive almost instantly as he sat up straight in his chair looking to Seppuku. Snowflake? That was a new one on him, but at least it was less offensive when held in comparison to some of the other nicknames he had gathered in the past. Although, many of those still revolved around his physical appearance; especially his unusual silver-white hair; but then, there was nothing particularly usual about him.
He soon smiled again, revoking the frown for now as he introduced himself. “My name is Leon, but Snowflake and Wolfram work just fine.” He grinned, a slight chuckle resonating in his refined voice. It was rare that anyone called him Leon these days since the name Wolfram made much more of a lasting impression, but he thought he would just leave that option open, despite having a nagging feeling that Seppuku would remain calling him Snowflake forever.
The candlelight flickered some as the wind changed direction, blowing in from the big wide world as another person entered the building. Wolfram gave a slight glance in their direction, distracted by the sudden presence before he moved his gaze back on to Seppuku. Smiling, he also bobbed his head in agreement having caught much of what the man was saying about the wine; it certainly had its own unique taste and a certain wealthy sting in its tail.
While alcohol was a refreshing change from all the blood a vampire would consume, Wolfram recognised that the lust for blood was never so easily put aside as he watched Seppuku make hungry eyes at the waitress that had served them earlier. Smirking gently, he relaxed in his seat again and let his aquamarine eyes fixate on the crimson liquid. Menacing intentions filled his mind and it took too much effort to suppress them so he announced his thoughts and watched Seppuku’s reaction.
“Say, what would you imagine it would take to get her alone in the darkness?” The divinity that had swamped his aura previously had perished before a massing obscurity and darkness. When Wolfram peered upward from his glass, those deep ocean eyes held a slight shine of malevolence in them. Perhaps it was the unexpected effect of the wine that had spellbound his initial sweetness, allowing a more playful yet vicious streak to dominate, but regardless of what it was, it was too late to take back even if he had meant to. Wolfram felt like a playing a dangerous game that would test the pair of them, but even if the outcome fell into Seppuku’s favour, he still had a feeling it would be a fun event.
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Post by Seppuku on Feb 18, 2008 8:29:23 GMT -5
Wolfram? His eyes widened slightly at the name. Was this the same Wolfram who married Remi at one point? Seppuku shook his head and looked back to the waitress, not wanting to think about that. “Well…” he started, inclining his head playfully towards the other man, “I haven’t met a woman who didn’t like to see two men together.” Hopefully, he caught the hint. A nice little game would work just fine tonight. Tease the girl into thinking she was in for a nice little show, perhaps she’d join in… Then take her life just like that.
He stood up from his chair, taking the bottle and downing the rest of the wine. “Let’s get this over and done with, yea?” he mused, walking over to the woman. He tapped her on the shoulder, giving her a friendly grin. “When are you off work, sweetie?” he asked, shoving his hands down into his pockets. The woman stared at him, then past him at Wolfram. “Soon… fifteen minutes…” she lowered her gaze, blushing lightly.
Seppuku chuckled, nodding to her. “See you then…” he turned and made his way back to the table, planting his hands firmly on the table. “Well, when she gets off work, we can escort her down the sidewalk… take a short cut and end up in a dark alley…” Sure it wasn’t original, but it was a start. He moved one of the chairs over to sit right beside Wolfram as he waited patiently for the girl’s shift to end.
OOC: It's all right. ^_^ And yes, this thread is getting fun.
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 19, 2008 14:54:35 GMT -5
The silver haired man expressed a small, faint smile when Seppuku seemed to be interested in playing his little game, but the soft grin quickly faded. With his elegant and effeminate appearance, it was a forgivable offence if one would assume that Wolfram appreciated the company of males over females, but Wolfram didn’t quite feel the same way.
Even though it was just apart of the game to entice the young waitress over, he still felt a little uncomfortable. Wolfram didn’t budge from his spot, however, he sat rather peacefully within the high back chair cupping the glass between his slender fingers. Swirling the liquid around, he watched the hues of red melt into one another before finishing the remaining wine. This last gulp hadn’t burned like before and cleansed his palette with a subtle warmth.
He contemplated the meaning to Seppuku’s words as he left the table, still unsure about it, but confident that he could still have some control. It was a comforting feeling that kept him at peace thoroughly before Seppuku arrived at the table again and sat beside him. A single blue eye looked his way past the silver locks descending about his features, things seemed to be going to plan and Wolfram was pleased with that.
“We’ve got some time before she’s finished work. Why don’t you tell me a little more about yourself, Seppuku.” Placing the glass down upon the table, the crystal made a sharp click against the finely polished surface of their wooden table before Wolfram sat back in his chair to get a better view of Seppuku. He liked to get a clear view of a person’s eyes when he spoke to them, it expressed a lot more respect and demonstrated that he was really listening to what they had to say.
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Post by Seppuku on Feb 21, 2008 4:34:01 GMT -5
Seppuku tapped his chin, “Tell you a little more about myself, eh?” He pondered a bit, wondering what exactly to say at this point in time. “Well… I’m Chiru’s son, I have five childer… Reese, Toshiya, Prince, Dakota, and Sororiel. Dakota is very new and Sororiel… she sleeps.” His gaze shifted to the table for a moment, as if distracting himself from the thought. “Hm… I am a member of the House di Moon-Reaper and the Kirin von Mana… I’m also a member of the clan, House of Heorot…
Hm… let’s see… I was married once, then he divorced me…” he shrugged. “What about you?” Seppuku inclined his head, gazing over at Wolfram. The alcohol had calmed down somewhat, but it always surprised him. And he hated surprises. Very much so. “Do you have any childer.. a sire… clan?” he added, resting his elbow on the table.
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 22, 2008 7:27:53 GMT -5
Perhaps Wolfram had been too lazy to read in on this man or maybe there hadn’t been enough time to do so, but as he heard Seppuku divulge some general vampire information, an undying part of him had suddenly wished he had. From his earlier days, especially as a Shadow Saint, the name Chiru was never spoke with pleasantry. Personally, he had never had the opportunity to meet her, so he didn’t have feelings one way or the other. The only things that came to his attention was all the things she did in order to either aid Astaroth or derail the Saints.
However, those were the old days and a lot of time had passed since he had last been apart of that clan. His ideals had changed, his attitude to the world had also gone under quite a bit of transformation. Since returning after a long sleep, he decided to wipe the slate clean in order to get a fresh start. He decided that if he was to hold a grudge then he would forever be stuck in the past, unable to move on into the future and see what the next night would bring.
Despite the rumours he had heard, he didn’t feel bitter anymore and expressed very little emotion indeed toward his ex wife, ex friends and ex enemies. The only problem was, that with little anger and hatred to distract his mind, he found that there was little happiness to fill it. All he had to concentrate on was training Mira and taking care of Khazim; even if the pair of them wouldn’t admit that, but when they were gone, all he felt was the loneliness and the emptiness again. It was this that had drove him out of his house and why he was sitting beside Seppuku right now.
Eventually, Wolfram was brought out of his daze by a barrage of questions. He had took all of what Seppuku said in, but he hoped there wouldn’t be a quiz afterward; his memory was just terrible. The sweet smile formed in his lips again, but he averted his gaze a little over toward the empty glass as he spoke. For some reason, it seemed hard for him to make eye contact when talking about himself; which he didn’t particularly enjoy anyway.
“Well, I have no sire. I’ve been a Master Vampire for much of my vampire existence. Childer have come and gone.” He paused, taking his time. “So far two have remained; their survival instincts are quite impressive.” Wolfram shifted his gaze back to Seppuku for an instant as he summoned the right words to explain himself without sounding too broody. “I’ve been engaged twice, married once and subsequently divorced. Long and bloody story…” He muttered with a slight smirk, rolling his eyes as if the events were child’s play. “But then, much of my life up until this point has been. Can’t expect much more than that, especially being a vampire.”
Wolfram chuckled a little toward the end as if to shrug it off like he was pretending he didn’t feel much about it anymore, but in truth, he actually didn’t. He had been around long enough to know that it was better to just accept life for what it was and there was no point feeling sorry for yourself all the time. He honestly felt as if all that pain had already subsided, but wondered if it was the same way for Seppuku. He quirked a brow as he looked to him, did he really feel nothing?
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Post by Seppuku on Feb 24, 2008 9:36:37 GMT -5
Seppuku listened patiently, the alcohol clouding his mind slightly. “I see… I see…” he tapped his chin, glancing back over to the waitress who was gathering her coat. “It always seems to be a long and bloody story for everyone… Even humans…” He watched her walk out the door, giving the two men one last look. Seppuku returned his attention back to Wolfram, “Shall we?” He chuckled, standing up from the table and made his way out the door.
He watched the woman disappear behind the corner, though he remained where he was as he waited for the other man to join him. Once he found a hair tie in the depths of his pants pocket, he pulled his hair back so that it would be out of the way.
His unlife so far had been hell. He never wanted to be a vampire, he never wanted to come to this city, as he hated it and still does. He never wanted friends or family, but alas people change, even demons. Though, it didn’t stop his nightmares and flashbacks from haunting him, causing him to act out and say odd things… things he’d never do on purpose, things that could end up hurting his loved ones. It had something to do with this… other-self… his childe, Prince, seems to think it’s multiple personality disorder, but was he sure that it could be proven? As he didn’t truly believe it.
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Post by Wolfram on Feb 27, 2008 12:35:08 GMT -5
The movements of the waitress had caught Wolfram’s attention also and he was ready to advance when Seppuku stood and encouraged him to join. Nodding briefly, he removed himself from the comfortable chair and followed the man out of the lounge. Wolfram stopped soon after the cold hair hit him, casting his silver locks into a frenzy once again. The wind had picked up quite a bit since he had been occupied within the lounge, even Seppuku seemed to be disturbed by it and tied his long black hair up in a neat pony tail with a length of material he had taken from his pocket.
“So, do we have a plan or are we acting upon impulse?” He questioning, picking strands of hair out and away from his mouth. The moisture had formed an agitating adhesive causing the silken strands to attach themselves to his lips whenever he made an utterance. Sure it was annoying, but he had tried to tie his hair back once before and it just didn’t look right. In fact, no style suited him at all and the only thing he ever did to maintain it was to crop the length now and again.
The waitress had initially been interested in meeting them after she got off work, but by the looks of her recent actions, she had changed her mind. Perhaps she had been informed by her boss to stay clear for her own sakes, but it was a bit too late now. Although it wasn’t Wolfram’s style to just randomly kill humans like this, he wasn’t objecting in the slightest and had no second thoughts. Maybe it was about time to relax into his natural role and let the demon inside be unleashed a little. After all, it was only this once…
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Post by Seppuku on Mar 1, 2008 16:51:41 GMT -5
“A plan? Hehe, not really… We can pull her apart if you want. You take one half, I’ll take the other.” He grinned, placing his hands behind his back as he walked to the corner and peered down the street. “Hey girl!” he chuckled and disappeared behind the corner and walked up to the startled woman. “I thought you were going to wait on me and my friend,” he gave a fake pout, wrapping his arm around her waist.
Seppuku reached up to run a single finger down her cheek, feeling her tremble against him. “Don’t be so scared…” he nuzzled against her neck, trying to keep her occupied until Wolfram joined them.
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Post by Wolfram on Mar 8, 2008 14:06:14 GMT -5
Smirking at Seppuku’s imaginative and quirky little plan, he allowed the man to lead once more before following him quickly around the corner. Calling out to the girl commanded the waitresses’ attention instantly and to Wolfram’s surprise, she stopped and waited for them to approach.
Her body language read clearly to him as she fiddled and knotted the tie of her coat, she was obviously rather nervous, or maybe even anxious at the prospect at hand. Of course they had no other intentions than making her their dinner this evening, but it still left Wolfram feeling uneasy and because of this, his advance was a little delayed.
In this time Seppuku had already approached and ran a finger almost seductively down her cheek before nuzzling against her neck, reassuring her not to be afraid. “I’m not.” She said, a faint stutter catching in her voice and disrupting the flow of her words. Her protest seemed to have back-fired some, but as if to cover this, she wrapped her coat around herself a little more, blaming her hesitation upon the cold night air.
Seizing this opportunity, Wolfram approached from the other side. Inclining his head a little, he looked past her shoulder and free flowing hair and smiled to her. “Well, if it is the cold that is bothering you, I am sure we can take care of that.” His gazed switched from hers to Seppuku’s toward the end of his sentence, suggesting in a single glance that he was ready to dispose of her whenever he was.
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Post by Seppuku on Mar 13, 2008 5:07:52 GMT -5
An evil grin formed as he listened to Wolfram’s suggestion. Of course they could warm her up! And the woman had such a guttermind, her face grew red as she tried to shrink away from the two men. Seppuku tilted his head, nipping at her pale skin as a light tingly sensation formed within his fangs. He discarded the sound her purse made as it fell to the ground with a soft thump. She brought her hands up to her chest, her eyes squeezed shut as Seppuku continued to tease her flesh with gentle bites.
”Join in anytime, Snowflake…”
Seppuku sent the telepathic message, along with a playful wink towards the other male. The woman seemed to have enough to go around, and Seppuku was willing enough to share his meal with his new acquaintance. His fangs soon raked down the woman’s neck, ready to sink down into her warm flesh. Should he bite first, or perhaps Wolfram? Or maybe at the same time? So many possibilities…
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Post by Wolfram on Apr 1, 2008 7:42:29 GMT -5
Wolfram watched Seppuku tempt the girl further as he nipped at her neck and ran his sharp fangs across the goose pimpled texture of her flesh. It seemed to be getting too much for the girl to handle, causing her to drop her handbag under the passion and disregard its condition. Wolfram gave it a single glance, shifting his eyes down quickly, but since everyone ignored the item, Wolfram too averted his gaze.
The telepathic message urging him to join in was welcomed with a dark grin, but he hadn’t needed that much encouragement. Since he had allowed Seppuku to lead the night’s events up until now he decided that it was only fair if he had the chance to proceed with things.
Wolfram kept his eyes fixated on Seppuku, the potency of the aquamarine almost shining forth from his pallid skin and hair as he dropped his bottom lip and his canines elongated smoothly, their pointed tips glinting just beneath the soft pink flesh of his upper lip. Indicating that he was ready to bite, he nodded momentarily to the other Vampire before sinking his fangs in.
The pain hit the girl immediately, but the boys had effortlessly confined her movements just with their presences alone. As the sharp points dug deeper and burrowed through one of the main arteries, the viscous liquid was pumped forth rapidly by her quickening heartbeat.
Wolfram fixed his mouth to the wound and the moment he withdrew his fangs, he began to consumed the blood. Though, since he was quite considerate, he made sure to pace himself and leave enough for Seppuku. It was only fair if they shared equally after all.
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Post by Seppuku on Apr 7, 2008 10:18:42 GMT -5
Seppuku moved to the side, giving the other man more room. As he bit down on the girl, Seppuku couldn’t help but feel intrigued by the act. Such things, as how vampires feed, interested him greatly. He continued to watch Wolfram, then his gaze shifted to the girl’s face. She was paler than before…
He placed a hand on Wolfram’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Don’t kill her, kid.” Seppuku looked back to the woman’s horrified face, then sunk against the wall and buried his face at the back of her neck, keeping his eyes on Wolfram as he sunk his fangs into her flesh. A sudden rush of hot blood entered his mouth as he applied more pressure to his bite. He could feel her neck muscles snapping and before he could do what he wanted, Wolfram had to get out of the way.
”Move...”
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Post by Wolfram on Apr 7, 2008 10:39:35 GMT -5
An instant fury swept through Wolfram at that remark. 'Kid?' He couldn't believe he heard those words implied against him. Bewildered and infuriated, Wolfram withdrew from the woman and stared directly at Seppuku. A frown pulled his soft white brows down, slanting viciously toward his nose. His aquamarine eyes sparkled with rage, but it wasn’t over yet.
The bold and impudent voice of Seppuku’s entered his mind once more. ’Move…’ Wolfram quickly growled at him. What an abrupt change of personality. Just moments ago they were sharing the prey and now Seppuku was chanting orders at him like he was some kind of pup. The thought of someone asserting their authority over him made Wolfram very angry and he definitely wasn’t about to comply with the demands.
Noticing the woman’s body grow exceedingly limp, Wolfram released his grip and stepped back just a touch to give his posture some stability. He made sure he was still in the way of course, as childish as it was; Wolfram was determined to not let this man think he could order him about.
At the time it didn’t matter who he was, the son of a powerful family or not, Wolfram would rather go down fighting. “Make me.” He barked back, his eyes intently focused on Seppuku. Out of the two and in a fair fight, he was the stronger Vampire, but power and blood was only one factor to take into consideration. Still, Wolfram made sure he was prepared for anything now.
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Post by Seppuku on Apr 7, 2008 10:59:56 GMT -5
Seppuku mentally chuckled, "Suit yourself…” And with that, he gripped the woman’s body and flung her body in Wolfram’s direction (not that he had a choice) while he pulled back on her neck, ripping the spine from her body. He stood quietly holding the chunk of flesh and bone firmly in his mouth. Blood ran down his face as he blinked to avoid it getting into his eyes.
After a moment, he finally reached up and removed the spine, then took a deep breath. “I love doing that. Especially when someone else is around…” he gave Wolfram a playful wink and pulled a cloth from his pocket. Once the spine was wrapped up nicely, he glanced back to Wolfram, recalling the angry look in the man’s eyes.
He didn’t really care if he got angry, at least he got to see this side of him and learned what had gotten him in such a state. Seppuku smirked and placed the covered spine over his shoulder in a leisurely manner, keeping his eyes set firmly on the other male.
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