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Post by LUTHER ZVRSKOVEK on Aug 7, 2010 14:55:01 GMT -5
He was not very large in stature, nor particularly muscular, but there was something that was terribly imposing about the figure leaning against the tree, watching something unseen with his black, almost glassy gaze.
He just radiated a sense of darkness, of something twisted and rotten just beneath the surface. Even though his appearance was innocent enough, normal enough, there was something definitely and obviously not right about him.
Sin shifted against the tree, revealing the rotten, decaying patch of bark where he had previously been touching. The daimon wrinkeled his nose, tapping a long nail against the bark.
It was unclear as to exactly what he was doing, and obviously unclear as to what he was watching with such an intense stare. He was alone, something that happened often. Luther was not the type to seek the company of others, and they tended to stay far away from him. |
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Post by ZHU XING LIANG on Aug 9, 2010 2:00:30 GMT -5
At some point in the day, he'd allowed his feet to just move on their own, take him wherever they wished. Zhu felt without purpose on this day, completely aimless.
His most common aim was to create chaos, but no opportunities for this had arisen on this day. His browls were pulled together and his dark blue eyes were sharper than usual, intently looking for any chance to create havok.
Eventually his feet led him into what looked like an orchard. He looked around, and found himself smiling a little. Most of the trees were being suffocated by weeds. The branches were uncared for, and the sweet and putrid smell of rotten fruit wafted over from a few directions.
The smile faded a little when his eyes locked on a dark figure standing by a tree, not too far from him. His steps faltered and he looked over the other man. That figure...and that facial structure looked familiar. Eyes widened when he recognized the other male of the powerful daimon he was.
Chaos moved forward, then slid down to his knees before Sin. He took a deep breath, inhaling the other's scent, then gave into the urge to rub his cheek along one of Luther's legs. If the daimon of Sin was to kick him for this, so be it. Zhu would more than likely take pleasure in it.
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Post by LUTHER ZVRSKOVEK on Aug 11, 2010 16:12:44 GMT -5
Sin could sense Chaos as he approached, his dark eyes locking onto the figure of the other daimon as he approached. Black irises melted into a bloody red as he smelled him, and he shivered slightly as the daimon touched him, pupils dilating wide. Running a hand through Chaos' hair a twisted smirk touched upon his lips as his claws ghosted across the others scalp.
Oh what a delicious touch, what a wonderful feeling to know that at any second he could dig his black claws into the skin and rip the boys scalp off entirely. His hands nearly shook with excitement, face barely masking the twitch of his lips and the disturbing glint in his eye.
"Chaos." He murmured slightly, voice dark with his Slovakian accent, "You shouldn't sneak up on me." |
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Post by ZHU XING LIANG on Aug 11, 2010 16:36:32 GMT -5
A shiver ran down his spine when he felt the other daimon's claws move over his scalp. Zhu arched slightly against Luther, and something close to a purr vibrated from his chest when Sin spoke his true name.
"Mmm..."
The sound was soft, almost apologetic and he tilted his head up to look at the powerful daimon. Dark blue eyes locked on the other's face, and Chaos shivered again. This man emitted such power, such malice...
Zhu let his hands join his cheek on Luther's legs, caressing his thigh through his pants. To an outsider, it would appear as if Chaos were leeching power from the other daimon. But such a thing was not possible, not that Zhu knew of. He simply wanted to be close to this powerful creature, to show his respect and affection.
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Post by LUTHER ZVRSKOVEK on Aug 13, 2010 0:36:58 GMT -5
Luther enjoyed this sort of admiration, even if Zhu was becoming to close to him for his liking. He would allow the daimon this, but his fingers tightened in the others hair, twisting painfully to pull his head back so he could look at his face. Running a claw along the supple cheek the smirk faded from his lips.
"You shouldn't trust me so blindly...." He said lips raising again in a smile. There was something sick in that expression, something dark that was hidden within the lines of his lips. A promise.
"What is a little lamb like you doing out here" He chuckled, claw running from the cheek to his bottom lip, applying just enough to draw a droplet of blood. A soft groan escaped his lips, like an exhaled breath and he smeared the substance across the boys lips with his thumb, "Do you even talk?"
His eyes were almost the color of Zhu's blood, pupils the size of pinpricks as he watched the other like a snake about to strike. Excited heat boiled just beneath his skin, but on the surface his was calm, placid like a glassy lake. |
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Post by ZHU XING LIANG on Aug 14, 2010 11:06:19 GMT -5
He put up no resistance when the stronger daimon tilted his head back, only a slight hiss leaving his lips at the pain in his scalp. Zhu kept his expression open, wide blue eyes scanning over Luther's face.
He felt the claw move along his cheek, and a shiver ran down his spine, lips parting a little. The daimon felt the prick and then the warm blood bead on the sensitive skin of his lip. Luther's groan reached his ears, and he dared slips his tongue over his lips, licking the rosky skin as well as the pad of the other's finger in the procress.
Chaos closed his lips, inhaled through his nose, then opened his mouth again. The voice that emerged was raspy, almost gravely from lack of use, "I speak." His tone was not too high, not too low, going perfectly with the human body he was given.
Midnight blue eyes were fixed on crimson as he slipped his tongue again, licking up more of the blood that had come to the surface.
Even thought Sin...Luther was his punisher, the one who sent him to this world, Zhu felt no disdain and no lack of respect for the other daimon. If anything, he was thankful. This way, he had been given a new playground to first explore and then play in as he chose.
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