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Post by anguis on Apr 16, 2012 21:43:46 GMT -6
==> NA: Find the psychotic clownbitch.
Your name is ANGUIS CALIGO and your nutrient sac is twisting like some bitch decided to use your internal organs as HANDY ROPE.
Needless to say, you're pretty fucking nervous and you're pretty fucking angry. You've put up with Caegar's bullshit for over a sweep now, because damn if she wasn't a fantastic fucking kismesis, but she's gone too far this time. You can't take it anymore. Your nerves would explode.
Baltyr tried to handle things for you, by being an austispice for you and the clownbitch, but she dropped him like a burning rustblood. You had hoped to end things relatively peacefully with the middleman blueblood helping you out, but no. So now you're looking for your kismesis yourself, with your snakekind at the ready and your hands trembling in nervous anticipation.
ANGUIS: Gogdamn it Caegar.
ANGUIS: We have to talk.
ANGUIS: Sso jusst get the fuck out here already. [/color] [/size][/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by vio on Apr 20, 2012 19:12:44 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Fix your relationship.
You wrap your arms around Anguis from behind, hugging her up close to your body.
[/center] CAEGAR: v Why the motherfuck would I ever hide from my very own motherfucking kismesis? v
CAEGAR: v Stupid bitch. v
You lick her ear with your long, wet, warm tongue.
You know how much she fucking hates that. You are nothing if not attentive. [/center] |
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Post by anguis on Apr 20, 2012 22:41:00 GMT -6
==> NA: End your relationship.
You flinch when she wraps her arms around you, the shakes moving from your hands up to your shoulders. And when she licks you, you're just about ready to cry or punch her or both -- but it does nothing else for you. You're just vaguely pissed off and more than a little disappointed.
You push her away and turn on your heel. You look at her -- no glaring, no sneering. You just look.
ANGUIS: Thiss issn't working anymore.
ANGUIS: You went too far thiss time Caegar. [/color] It occurs to you that that was the first time you've called her by her name in gog knows how long. ANGUIS: I can't deal with thiss anymore. [/color] [/size][/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by vio on Apr 21, 2012 17:49:04 GMT -6
==> Caegar: FIX YOUR RELATIONSHIP.
You're not impressed. You're worried, though. You cross your arms and regard your kismesis with contempt. Sweet mirth, just looking at her makes you angry.
She's the best thing that's ever happened to you.
[/center] CAEGAR: v I figured you'd pussy out eventually. v
CAEGAR: v Merry fucking pussy-out day, wiggler. v
Your catalog turns up something long, white and soft. You toss it to her. It's a plush snake. An incredibly shitty plush snake.
You made it yourself. It's the first thing you've made with your hands. You're actually proud of it. [/center] |
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Post by anguis on Apr 23, 2012 1:26:02 GMT -6
==> ANGUIS: END THIS FUCKING SHIT ALREADY
You can't deal with this any more. If it drags out much longer you're going to walk around casually flipping tables of shit until there's NO MORE SHIT TO FLIP.
Except you can't flip any shit because suddenly your hands are full of fuzzy white snake, and you're not entirely sure what to say. You gape at it and you almost gape at her, before you remember who you're dealing with and you're back to scowling.
[/center] ANGUIS: If you think thiss iss going to fix anything you are all kindss of wrong.
ANGUIS: Thiss doessn't fix jack sshit.
You hold it and before you even know what's happened you decide that its name is Evelina.
You snort and look away, not at all feeling weirdly touched and kind of embarrassed that she knew this was coming and even prepared for it. You don't feel that way one bit, and this still doesn't change anything.
You're going to call it Eve for short. [/center] |
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Post by vio on Jun 10, 2012 22:19:41 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Make amends and settle this.
Fuck no. You've got plans. You're the Seer of Blood. It is literally impossible to dump you.
CAEGAR: v I'll get a moirail. v
It kills you to say it. To make any sort of compromise with her. You just want to grab her by the face and peel back that skin and turn her grassy insides into outsides.
CAEGAR: v Is that good enough for you, bitch? v
CAEGAR: v Or do you want me to motherfucking apologize like an infant meowbeast? v |
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Post by anguis on Jun 11, 2012 21:04:47 GMT -6
==> NA: Settle this.
You carefully wrap the snake around your neck, wearing it -- her -- as a scarf of sorts.
You don't like Miss Evelina at all. Nope.
You can't help yourself. The clownbitch is practically begging on her hands and knees here, you realize, and a smirk steals up on your lips. You have the power. This slut would do anything to have you all over her right now. It's disgusting. She's disgusting.
Gog, but do you hate her.
You take a moment to steel your nerves. You step forward quick one-two and take her jaw in your hand, fingertips digging in hard enough to hurt, hard enough to bruise.
You're done with submission.
ANGUIS: I don't know bitch.
ANGUIS: Maybe I want more.
ANGUIS: Maybe I want you on your handss and fucking kneess.
ANGUIS: Begging for my motherfucking forgivenessss. [/color] You kiss her because you can, a rough hard angry kiss, and for once the bile doesn't rise up. A triumph, however small. You won't forget that this bitch is keeping you tethered to her with a stupid plush snake and stupid earnest hateful promises. ANGUIS: Do anything like that again and I sswear to whatever fucking gog there iss.
ANGUIS: Thiss iss done.
ANGUIS: Undersstand? [/color] [/size][/blockquote][/center] |
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Post by vio on Jun 15, 2012 18:24:14 GMT -6
==> Caegar: Understand.
You try to kiss back, but Anguis has you gripped so that you can't take control from her.
You want to break those fingers one by one. It would be slow. Agonizing. Intimate. You can't stop looking in her eyes. Looking away would be a sign of weakness.
CAEGAR: v I understand. v
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Post by anguis on Jul 3, 2012 23:55:32 GMT -6
==> NA: Be in control.
You're in control. You have never been in control. The clownbitch has always been pulling the strings, fussing and meddling and plotting and scheming and just being a huge fucking bitch all around. But not now. You're in control. She wanted to keep being your kismesis? Fine. You'd be her motherfucking kismesis.
You wipe your face with your free hand and you smile at her, slow and sharp and cruel, and your fingers dig into her skin. Heat is coursing through your vascular system and you don't even care, it doesn't make you sick or anything -- you're in control, and fuck does it feel good. This bitch is yours.
ANGUIS: You're really gonna keep talking down to me?
ANGUIS: Sseemss like I'm pretty above you now doessn't it.
ANGUIS: Fucking whore. [/color] You kiss her again because you can and you want it and it doesn't make you sick, and fuck do you want to make her scream like she made you scream, bleed like you bled, hurt like you hurt. Your hand moves from her jaw to her her hair and you grip it tight, tight enough break the strands if you really wanted to, and you keep kissing her, forceful and powerful and in fucking control. You want her. You want this stupid, selfish, homicidal blood-obsessed bitch that you hate so fucking much, and you're going to take her right here. ANGUIS: Fuck the bucketss.
ANGUIS: That wall will do jusst fine. [/color] [/size][/blockquote][/center] |
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