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Post by Fang the Defiler on Jun 21, 2013 14:30:49 GMT -5
HANG THE HEADLESS UPSIDE DOWN TO DRAIN
A girl of little words, Vivian seemed true to her own heritage, created in some lab somewhere hidden and obsessed over only to be discarded once her value was complete, her purpose filled. He had little idea who on earth had the ego to create a member of their own species by non reproductive means - what a waste! Helot appreciated the old fashion way of conceiving - a nice plump female with fertile curves purged of her innocence in a demonic romp that illustrated his success in the world. He had already left a jagged scar in the name of his name upon the world, grinning devilishly at his handiwork.
Is tall frame rose as she too pushed herself to her feet to pay the price of her tea, watching her depart with a half moon smile before she returned. Even the way she walked seemed calculated and precise, not fluid or clumsy. Perhaps a bit of a twitch of her muscles here and there, and even her eyes remained unblinking the entire time. She shared many traits with Ciceros in this right, but he assumed the green haired guildmaster was more successful in his life and genetics - his master, the previous guild master of Raven Tail, had spent 20 long years upon him.
Inclining his head to the curious construct, he nodded, huffing softly under his breath as he tossed a wry grin over his shoulder and out the window where they would disperse into the streets once more. "No, my mission has more or less been successful. Wouldn't want to push my luck, now would I?" He offered in light jest. In all honestly, it was merely because Ciceros, the usually cheery and expressive man, would have his head for putting the guild in danger.
Helot set out at an easy, leisurely gait, accompanying a woman. As a gentleman, his hand shot out to open the door and hold it steady as she drifted through, eyes leveling out lewdly as he watched her frame from behind. "Ah, how refreshing that was. It's been a pleasure meeting you, my dear. Perhaps I shall escort you to our establishment myself, hmm? Give you some, colorful company."
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