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Post by Damien Evermore on Jan 7, 2011 15:56:32 GMT 10
Damien walked down the streets of Dallas, past stores with bright neon signs advertising everything from 'happy ending massage' to 'burritos'. Music blared in his ears, so loud that one could actually hear the lyrics. 'Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight' The band was rather close, he was a young Warlock who was staying with a Half Demon. He shivered slightly, with the night came the cold winds. It reminded him of his childhood, which to him ended at fourteen. Damien may only be sixteen, but magic pulsed through his blood, even if he had yet to master it.
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Post by AURORE BADEAU on Jan 7, 2011 17:49:30 GMT 10
"Tonight were goin' hard."
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Striding through the streets of Houtson walked the tall, lean woman. Well more woman than anything was the beautiful vixan. Even more so than that she was much of a temptress.. and her greatest advantage of all came from her blood. She walked with not only an elegance, but a power that phased through her every movement. The way she talked, the way she walked, the very essence of what she was made her entising beyond the norm. Many turned at the sight of the dark mysterious woman. Her eyes appeared beautiful but venomous.. entising yet dangerous. She merely walked, hearing the light click of her black heels as she walked. She sported her black pants and purple top with a very classy flair. She wasn't much on the prowl tonight.. well.. much. She couldn't fight her natural urge to power. The woman was forever in the search, forever taken by the hunger of power, forever young in her pursuit.
As she walked, she caught a scent and quickly smiled. Such powerful blood. The blood she had been searching for since Allistair's death. She had a wild look in her eyes as they flashed a deep crimson color. "Sweet, sweet fragrance. Oh a dare say, I may not have venture in town in vain.." She said with a smirk. Originally coming to punish the insolent shift, Julie Montigue, who let out her agreement with Aurore. A woman scorn is a dangerous thing to tamper with.. However; a demon scorn is a movement to sign one's own death warrent. She dared not let her get away with it.
She followed the scent intently, finding the source. She smiled, approaching the young man with the same smile,"Cold, lonely nights.. I dare say, you look as though you could use company."
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Post by Damien Evermore on Jan 7, 2011 19:04:36 GMT 10
Damien turned his head at the sound of an alluring voice. When seeing a beautiful woman he smiled, as any teenage boy would. "I believe you read my mind." Damien was usually a real jerk, but not around women, especially when they are of the attractive sort. "I'm Damien." He felt as though he should introduce himself, there was something about this girl. A dangerous edge, almost like the center of a flame. You know you shouldn't go near it, yet you simply have to at least once.
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