M-No Avoidance

POSTED: Fri Mar 02, 2012 3:51 am

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<p class="ooc">OOC Mar 9</p>
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<p>The pups were dead. Amy couldn't hide the relief she felt, or the guilt that she had needed help to accomplish it. The attachment to creatures that were destined to die was foolish. She decided to put thsi all aside, throwing herself into her work once more. She was heading north to buy some things from Freetown, and start looking for some of the more exotic items that had been requested, including someone who could cast a spell to ward off evil. Amy didn't know what the canine in question wanted with that, but she didn't ask. She wasn't particularly interested, as long as it wasn't used against her.<p>

The night had fallen, and Amy had camp set up. With her pregnancy over she was also able to concentrate more fully on breaking Raoth. The coyote still fought her, but was now learning the full helplessness of doing so as she was now able to overpower him and force him to do things. He had helped her set up, whining softly to himself until Amy had threatened to choke him until he passed out. With everything set up Amy laid out some furs, and started roasting some of the meat that she had packed, glad that they had been seasoned so that they would taste good when done. A couple bottles of alcohol were beside her as well. With the pups dead she could finally let loose and relax.</p>

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POSTED: Sat Mar 03, 2012 5:01 pm

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<p class="ooc"><span class="wc">Word Count → 721</span> :: Hooray! Debut post with Lev. <33</p>
<p><b> “We’ve arrived just in time for spring, Wils,”</b> Levent Kartal practically sang as the pair moved over the rugged terrain. The wind carried the tang of salt, and while that was enough to make the luperci feel sick to his stomach, he could push the feeling aside when he saw the amazing scenery. The deciduous trees were still naked from the winter that had overtaken the hemisphere, but smatterings of pine forest cropped up as they walked into the heart of the isthmus. He could smell small prey running through the undergrowth in the lowlands, and a flash of white showed that Wilson had detected the same thing. He came back with a lemming swinging from his jaws, his dark yellow eyes content and a purr rumbling from his chest.<p>
The cat settled down next to one of the trees, and the wolf joined him, taking a seat and stretching. He looked around at the wilderness—wilderness that was the same to him as every other mile of land they’d passed to get here. There were pockets of old human settlements here and there, but such places seemed to be swallowed by the vegetation in this region. He wondered when they’d find another big city, and just how much farther it was across this land bridge.<p>
<b>“Amy spoke a lot about the northern packs,”</b> Levent said after a while, leaning against the tree trunk. The cat flattened his ears but made no comment as he went on. <b>“Should be easy enough—we’ll just walk around aimlessly and bump into what we will until we come across someplace interesting.”</b><p>
Wilson shrugged. <w>“Whatever you’d like—but let me have a kip first.”</w> Yawning, he stretched out and rested his head on his paws, and the Turkish man smiled. He reached out to stroke the feline’s fur, eliciting a sleepy purr, and lifted his eyes to look at the wilderness once again.<p>
Wandering was really all the odd couple <i>could</i> do. While he’d taken good mental notes on what the blonde dog had said the last time they’d met up, he wouldn’t know until he arrived whether or not he was right. There was still a few more days’ worth of travel before they crossed the isthmus and began to trickle into the actual region of Nova Scotia, but he still didn’t know if it would be worth it. These canines had a culture all their own, one that couldn’t be summed up with words. He’d have to meet different luperci to get a feel for it.<p>
The catnap drifted on, Levent joining him on the soft pine needles, and when they woke the pair went on again. They trudged through marshy lowlands and avoided sight of the coastline until the aroma of roasted meat reached the canine’s nose. His mouth watered at the smell; he’d been eating all his meals raw which, while natural and not something that he hated, didn’t live up to the cuisine he’d been used to.<p>
<w>“This is a bad idea,”</w> the tomcat growled, even as the merchant strolled in the direction of the smell. <w>“If whoever it belongs to is in a nark…”</w><p>
The brown wolf threw him a teasing look. <b>“I can charm them out of their <i>nark,</i> <alt title="my British friend">benim ingiliz arkadaşım</alt>.”</b> He continued to walk confidently through the woods, and Wilson trotted after him, muttering something like “smarmy bastard” under his breath.<p>
The smell of the roast grew stronger as they finally reached a clearing, one optimal for a camp to be set up. The scent of food was overpowered by a canine one, and Levent stiffened at the edge of the trees, his blizzard blue eyes staring. He would never forget that scent, and all of his hidden misgivings disappeared as he waltzed forward with a grin, Wilson pressing close to his side with fur bristling.<p>
<b>“Amy!”</b> Levent called, smiling from ear to ear. <b>“<alt title="We meet again!">Yine tanışın!</alt>”</b><p>
He stopped in his tracks then, nostrils flaring. Even with the scent of smoking meat clouding his senses, he could smell other things—a young coyote reeking with fear, the reek of crows and caverns, and the telltale traces of milk and pups. One dark ear cocked back in his mess of hair, and while he still smiled, the expression was small and inquisitive as he bowed to the woman.

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POSTED: Sat Mar 03, 2012 5:32 pm

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<p class="ooc">OOC she won't smell of the caves as she lives outside</p>
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<p>The sound of someone approaching the edge of the clearing had Amy casually adjusting her weapons so they'd be easy to draw. Her throwing knives and poisoned darts sat in a pouch on her hip, the flap open, and her short sword slid easily out to lay beside her. The one who stepped forward though was a pleasant surprise. It wasn't a fool that she'd have to chase away, or someone else come to bother her while trying to eat, but her friend Levent. Smiling she stood up and made room for Levent to join her. She nodded at the cat curtly before allowing her full attention to rest on him again. <b>Levent. I see you finally made it.</b><p>

Neatly Levent bowed to her, bringing a smile from her. <b>Please, sit. You're just in time for dinner. I hope you don't mind travel fare. It's not as fresh, though I did season it.</b> Amy sat down again, returning her attention to the meat. Carefully she turned it, knowing that it didn't have to cook for long before being finished, having been previously prepared. Amy slipped it off and studied the meat. She hadn't been expecting company, and had no plates prepared for dividing it on. She didn't want to put it on the fur and risk staining it. <b>Raoth! Plates.</b> The young coyote appeared, growling due to his inability to actually complain. He showed up with three wooden dishes. Daintily Amy divided it up, even setting a portion aside for Levent's pet cat. The part that had managed to get burnt was handed to Raoth before she dismissed him back into the background. Raoth looked at her in disbelief before a stern look convinced him to listen. <b>How are you?</b></p>

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POSTED: Sat Mar 10, 2012 7:01 pm

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<p class="ooc"><span class="wc">Word Count → 392</span> :: Too lazy to log in to his account to edit... But thanks for letting me know! I really need to stalk your threads more. :P</p>
<p>The blonde dog stood and greeted him, and Levent smiled easily. “Yeah, finally.” He had taken a while to start actually traveling, but it had always been his intention to explore these lands the woman had settled in. What he had come across so far in New Brunswick was promising, and he knew there would only be more to see with each day he walked. It was the blessing of a wandering trader and the blessing of a new land.<p>
He took a seat as she indicated, shaking his head as she somewhat apologized for the quality of the food. <b>“I don’t mind,”</b> he replied with a grinning shrug and a quick glance at the roasting meat.<b> “I appreciate fine food as much as the next man, but I don’t need to eat like a sultan every day.”</b> In all likelihood, he would have to hunt for himself for the next few months unless trading was profitable or he found shelter with a pack or group. Luckily, he wasn’t so pampered in Europe that he’d lost the skills to hunt; on the contrary, his innate understanding of animals helped him eat them as much as befriend them.<p>
Wilson curled up in his lap as he watched a young, aggressive-looking coyote come at Amy’s call. Levent petted him and watched the servant with cold interest before licking his chops at the sight of the cut meat. His heart warmed at the sight of the portion for Wilson, but he chose not to give the feline a “told you so” look; whatever the cat felt for Amy, it would not change despite Levent’s strange affection for her.<p>
<b>“Iyi,”</b> the brown wolf replied, taking a delicate bite of the meat and savoring the seasoning. <b>“Good,”</b> he went on in translation, <b>“and soon to be better, I think. This land is beautiful, and I’m strangely optimistic.”</b> He smiled, inhaling the food smells, and then his nose caught the odd traces of changed scent that had bothered him earlier. The odors were subtle, and some—like the faint smell of pack—could be written off as remnants of business; however, it was still a change, and it still grabbed his dark curiosity. <p>
His blue eyes narrowed in a knowing way, but his glance toward her was nearly casual. <b>“What have you been up to?”</b> he asked plainly.


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POSTED: Sat Mar 10, 2012 8:13 pm

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<p class="ooc">OOC here.</p>
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<p>Amy nibbled on her meal happily, able to actually enjoy the taste of something after everything tasting like ash for so long. Grabbing a bottle Amy cracked it open. Smiling apologetically for the manners Amy lifted the bottle up and drank from it. She didn't take much, just a few swallows, before placing it down again. She nodded her head at Levent's description of the land. <b>It's very primitive, but the opportunities here seem to be boundless!</b><p>

Asked what she had been up to Amy passed the bottle over, indicating for Levent to take a sip. Leaning back she looked up at the sky. <b>I've been trading, but you already knew that of course. It was doing quite well, though a festival that came through presented quite the challenge to me. Something happened that left me in a rather vulnerable state I'm afraid, and I ended up being forced to contract with a pack. I am allowed to stay in their lands in exchange for providing the information I hold.</b> Amy's face twisted slightly in distaste. She didn't like being forced to depend on anyone, and being in that situation even for a brief while had irritated her.</p>

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POSTED: Sun Mar 11, 2012 2:31 am

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<p>It was good to see the blonde woman in a fine mood. She was a creature of hidden darkness, a she-beast with a demon inside her, but Amy was still luperci and it was moments like this that brought that fact to light. It didn’t take much to remember the snarls and shouts of the desperate shaman in the tribe, though right now, all the man could do was stare at her and realize she was pretty and the faint enthusiasm in her voice made his tail wag. If she hadn’t been busy, or if he hadn’t been so set on doing it himself, he might have asked her to escort him around the region to visit the different lands. This part of the journey was for himself and Wilson, however, and the lovely brown eyes of a beguiling woman did not change that.<p>
A bottle was offered to him, and his throat bobbed as he shook his head. A feline stare burned his chin, and he remembered more than he wanted to about the last time he’d succumbed to a drink. Instead, his dark ears turned toward her as she began to speak, twitching in disbelief when she mentioned the pack. It would explain her scent, though there were other mysteries in her aroma that he figured he shouldn’t pry in. Her wording was vague for a reason, whether out of pride or deeper importance, and he wouldn’t cross her. The agony from her fangs in his shoulder the night they were interlocked proved that; she hadn’t even wanted to hurt him then, and he had a feeling the weapons she had on her were not just for show. She was dangerous in every way.<p>
<b>“You’ll find a way to get something out of them too,”</b> Levent offered with a one-shouldered shrug. He doubted that she would be the picture of a perfect pack member; she liked her own rule too much for that. <b>“And a festival…sounds like I just missed it, from the talk around Freetown.”</b> He smirked and winked at her. <b>“Didn’t cause too much trouble, did you?”</b> His hand reached for the bottle, cream fingers touching its neck for a moment before he realized what he was doing and let his hand drop on his leg again. Awkwardly, he took another bite of the roast and ignored Wilson’s weight in his lap.



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POSTED: Sun Mar 11, 2012 3:05 am

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<p class="ooc">OOC here.</p>
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<p>Amy's ears raised as Levent declined the drink, though she did notice and very much appreciate the appraising look he was giving her. No matter what she did it seemed that he was attracted to her, whether it was towards her dark side that loved to kill and watch others writhe in pain or her sensual body. Amy didn't realize that parts of her guard had been seen through by Levent, with her joy and pleasure. Most weren't capable of noticing that part of her, only seeing the demon that haunted their dreams.<p>

Amy's face turned dark as he talked about the festival and causing trouble. Getting kicked out for making too much noise was far from what she'd wanted. They were lucky Amy had been too far along in her pregnancy or she would have slaughtered the lot of them. The movement of his hand wasn't lost on Amy, bringing a smirk to her lips. Deliberately she lifted it up, taking a deep drink. Placing it down where Levent could easily reach it she met his sharp blue eyes. <b>I can handle whatever comes my way. I'm already working on ways to use the pack. For now though, I'm among friends and will enjoy myself.</b> She would give herself over to whatever dark pleasures found her this night.</p>

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<p>She looked unpleased about the topic of the festival, and the male had to press his lips tightly together to keep from grinning like a buffoon at the thought of the poor merchants being harassed by the independent woman. He could only imagine what she would have done had the event not been as public as it sounded. He did wonder if he knew any of the traders, though, whether from Freetown or elsewhere; it seemed many had crossed over the Atlantic to this land of opportunity.<p>
Blizzard blue eyes watched helplessly as she brought the bottle to her lips, drinking the wine then setting it easily within reach. A canine tooth pressed on his tongue until he was distracted by her words, and he smiled easily. <b>“To friends,”</b> he said, and lifted an imaginary wine glass.<p>
Looking bitterly at the empty space in his hand, he frowned only momentarily then bestowed yet another flamboyant grin upon the lovely dog. <b>“Do you want to hear a tale?”</b> he asked, one arm making a grand sweeping gesture. <b>“A mythical tale from the land of Greece, the tale of a god and love and fine spirits?”</b> He simpered and pretended that the cat wasn’t snorting.



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POSTED: Sat Mar 17, 2012 1:35 am

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<p class="ooc">OOC here.</p>
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<p>Amy smirked as the imaginary glass was raised with a cheer. She lifted up her bottle, noting the bitter look as she took a sip. Starting to feel buzzed she grabbed a bowl, pouring some alcohol in it. <b>For the kitty cat. Don't want him left out.</b> Her words were less elegant than they should have been, and Amy frowned slightly, eyes furrowed as she tried to figure out why that sentence sounded so wrong in her mind. Eventually the tipsy lady gave up, shrugging her shoulders and turning to face Levent.<p>

Her eyes flickered over to where her mark was. It was covered, unfortunately, but it was still there. She could feel it. Absentmindedly she licked her lips at the thought, a stray hand moving to trace on her onw body where the scar was, an almost seductive appearance in the movement. Meeting his blue eyes Amy grinned. The depth of coldness in there was hard to measure, a small fire flickering within, calling Levent to her. <b>Such a tale would definitely fill this night.</b></p>

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POSTED: Sat Mar 17, 2012 9:22 pm

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<p class="ooc"><span class="wc">Word Count → 517</span> :: I love my Greek myth class. x3</p>
<p>Liquid spilled into a small bowl, and Wilson tensed at the unexpected offering. Loyalty was forefront in the feline’s mind always, however, and he only gave the drink a sniff before settling back down in his friend’s lap. He was used to partaking in whatever food the wolf ate, but he’d never shared Levent’s vices, partially because of his lack of a bipedal form. In this case, it was more a blessing for the canine’s sake, and the cat could feign stupidity well.<p>
Levent himself, meanwhile, barely even noticed the bowl. His washed-out blue eyes followed the movement of her arm, but he remembered the tale and would not let himself be distracted as he spoke. Sparing her one last grin, as well as giving the cat who already knew the story a wink, he began.<p>
<b>“I knew a Greek woman by the name of Agape—beautiful creature, kind, but witty enough to hold her own. I almost wed her.”</b> Sadness did not exist in his voice; it had no right to exist there anymore. He only smiled and spoke deeply. <b>“She shared many myths with me. Their god of wine was Dionysus, son of the god-king Zeus and mortal Semele. He was strange and wild, and wore loud colors. He eventually married the Princess of Crete Ariadne, but before he had a lover named Ampelos.<p>
“Ampelos was perhaps finest specimen of a mortal boy the world had seen, and Dionysus loved him as a soul mate, shared the deepest of loves with him. Theirs was a pure and true bond as was rare to find then and even now. But it ended in tragedy, for Ampelos came upon a raging bull, which gored and trampled him to a bloody pulp on the ground.<p>
“Dionysus searched for his missing lover, and when he at last came across what was left of him, hardly even a carcass on the earth, he wept. He screamed and beat the ground with his fists and sobbed and coughed, and his tears mingled with Ampelos’ blood on the ground—and from that union, that deep show of grief, sprouted a grape vine.”</b><p>
He paused then, needing a drink, seeing only the bottle, but pretended he was fine and smiled again knowingly.<p>
<b>“From the grapes came wine. Anyone who drinks too much wakes with agony the next morning, a mere fragment of the pain that Dionysus felt when he saw the body of his lover. But that warmth you feel, the wine hitting your stomach, seeping through you—that perfect feeling—is what Dionysus felt for Ampelos in life. We can drink the wine and remember the god’s love and pain.”</b><p>
And that was the conclusion of the myth, but his story was not over. With an almost wild smirk, Levent finished smoothly: <b>“And drinking wine I could feel that love for Ampelos. Unfortunately, I saw Ampelos’ body and soul in Agape’s brother. So, as Wilson says, I shagged him.”</b> He laughed. <b>“And that is the story of Dionysus and Ampelos and Levent Kartal not getting married and never drinking wine ever again.”</b>
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POSTED: Sun Mar 18, 2012 4:48 am

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<p class="ooc">OOC you ruined me. read it and couldn't stop laughing, even after i went to work. also, i apologize for amy's inability to drink XD</p>
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<p>The story didn't hold any extraordinary pull for Amy as it began. A woman she didn't know and didn't care about was at the start. That is, until he mentioned almost marrying her. That grabbed her attention. Levent was her possession. No one else could have him. He could sleep with as many lovers as he wanted, do as he wished, but he belonged to her. No one else could claim him. Her dark eyes glittered, hard as stone. The mask that she usually wore dropped with the alcohol, all her emotions laid bare. Well, barer. There was still a thin veil there, keeping her from jumping Levent and choking him for 'cheating' on her, the monster still caged inside.<p>

Her attention was fully focused on the story now, drinking in the tale, wondering what connection it had to the woman from the beginning. Hearing that Dionysus had a male as a lover didn't bring any surprise from Amy, already used to those who wavered between the two genders. There were few things in the world that she hadn't already seen in one form or the other. Hearing that Ampelos had been trampled to death by a bull, a horrid and gory death, brought a pleased smile to her face. It definitely wasn't pleasant to look on, with all the dark emotions shown within, but it was one of her most beautiful.<p>

The last part shot Amy into wild laughter. She knew Levent couldn't be captured by anyone, not even this horrid greek lady. So there was no need for Amy to hire someone to kill her after all. She grabbed the bottle, lifting it in a toast. <b>I say good luck on your escape, and tasting the sweet love of the one who made drink possible. Here, have some.</b> Amy drank from the bottle, and holding it in her mouth leaned forward, kissing Levent and sharing the drink between them.</p>

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POSTED: Tue Mar 20, 2012 12:58 pm

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<p>Amy was scary. It was childish but perhaps the only way he could describe his emotions as his blue eyes watched her, her reactions to his story, her threatening stares and dark grinning and opened laughing mouth. The story was supposed to incite more poignant feelings of sadness and love, but perhaps he was not as good a storyteller as he wanted, or his restraint was preventing him from showing even the grief that was appropriate for one reciting a myth. He would not dare to voice his thoughts, of course, only wondering if she’d giggle if he were trampled by a bull. Grape vines would not grow from his blood and her tears, but perhaps hemlock would.<p>
He rubbed at the nape of his neck awkwardly, taking a few moments to lock away the past she’d been none too pleased to hear about, obviously. Presently the male had no problem flitting between lovers, treating them like gods and goddesses before whisking away to a new road or a new face or to nothing at all. However, it had been different all those seasons ago.<p>
But the past was the past, not worth dwelling on. The past was the path and Amy’s mouth was on his, the taste of her breath mingling with that of the wine, bittersweet and intoxicating. His eyes closed as his tongue teased hers, goading her on, begging for just another taste—<p>
Wilson <i>snarled.</i><p>
The rare sound was nothing like the low suppressed growls or bad-tempered hisses that Levent had learned to ignore, and in spite of his dizzy pleasure, he leaped backwards and nearly fell. The white cat took care of that for him, jumping at his chest to ensure his back hit the ground and knocked the wind from him. Unable to breathe, he stared into the burning yellow eyes, blinking. He was an adult luperci and would have no problem flinging the cat away, but that option did not even present itself to him as he lay under the weight of his friend.<p>
<w>“I thought you had some bleeding sense,” </w>the tom hissed, spittle flying from his mouth as his back arched bristling. Abandoning any of his quirky or polite slang, he added vehemently, <w>“Fuck both of you.”</w><p>
And then he was gone in a second, perhaps intelligently, with a drunk and deadly assassin at his back. Levent managed to sit up, but he was speechless for once in his life. Numbly, he looked at the woman.


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POSTED: Tue Mar 20, 2012 2:34 pm

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<p class="ooc">OOC dark amy is scary. why levent bring her out so easily?</p>
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<p>Levent tasted her kiss eagerly, drinking the wine like a man who was starved, trying to get everything he craved in a single taste. Darkly Amy reached out, hand touching the scarred area, waiting to tear it away. The male wanted demons, and he found something that was pretty close. Amy wasn't sure if she was truly a demon, but the title fell to her easily enough from the lips of others. Drinking in the dark pleasure Amy closed her eyes.<p>

The snarl tore between them, startling Amy. She fell back, grasping for her sword. Levent fell over, hitting the ground and struggling to breath. Furious Amy growled as the cat talked about not having sense. She was a very sensible female. She made all kinds of smart decisions. Like the rather drunken one to chuck her sword off in the direction of the disappeared cat, having it bury itself deep into the dirt, just outside the circle of light.<p>

Turning to Levent she met his startled gaze. This was as close as she'd ever allowed him to seeing the true depth of her darkness, enjoying cruelty and death, eyes as distant and cold as the moon above them. <b>Guess the cat didn't care for our kiss.</b> A seductive grin spread across her face, beckoning to pull him in. <b>I can't help my wish to taste the sweet love of your myth, to steal that touch you had.</b> This time when she reached out to him she didn't hesitate at revealing his scar-no, her scar, marking him as hers. She took another drink, holding it out for Levent.</p>

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POSTED: Thu Mar 22, 2012 12:54 am

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<p class="ooc"><span class="wc">347</span></br>So he brings out happy Amy and evil Amy. xD Also, new appropriate table? </p>

<p>The male could hardly find itself in him to move or respond or do anything, at least until the sliver of metal made him bark out a choked plea. He might have thrown himself in front of the sword had it not been doomed to simply embed itself in the ground far enough away from the escaped feline. But still, his hands trembled terribly, and he flattened them on the ground as he looked to the female for some sort of guidance, some sort of anything. He and Wilson fought many, many times before, but the language had jarred him. Hopefully this would be like any other occasion, the cat sulking for a few days—but there was more at stake now that they were in this new land.<p>
He might have gone to get the cat, but her eyes held him. There was demonfire in them, the coldest kind. He’d found what he was looking for, perhaps, but what did that mean? What should he do with it now? He only gave his head a slow shake at her words, not resisting as she pulled his clothing away from the proof of their connection, the deep scar that marked his flesh. He looked at the pink skin striping his brown fur.<p>
One badly trembling hand reached for the drink this time, and he swallowed several mouthfuls before setting the bottle down. Heat flushed through him, the real thing compared to the small taste she’d teased him with when they’d kissed. It burned in his gut, burned through all of him. He was on <i>fire.</i><p>
<b>“<alt title="Bullshit.">Saçmalık</alt>,”</b> Levent said quietly, and his teeth shone as he looked at her. <b>“Complete and utter bullshit.”</b> His hands fumbled over his shirt, and he peeled it away from his body to fully expose the scar. <b>“You want something, but it isn’t sweet love.”</b> It was not love, not any of the several kinds the Greeks had words for. It wasn’t even unbridled lust—not the physical kind. She wanted something, she wanted him, she wanted and he wanted to know what.
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<p class="ooc">OOC very. this thread gives me chills :D</p>
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<p>Amy watched the male glance at the scar binding him to her. She wondered if he even understood what he had done when he'd allowed her to mark him in such a way. Not even death would free him from her control. His hands were trembling as he took the drink, washing it down. Taking it back Amy knocked back more of the bottle, dizzy with delight and cruelty and the drink that flooded her veins. Hearing him denounce her lie Amy watched with interest as his shirt was removed, eyes greedily devouring the sight of her mark on his body, of proof that he was hers, muscles underneath his wiry frame.<p>

Chuckling Amy looked up at him. <b>Clever boy. I knew there was a reason why I liked you. So tell me, if it isn't love that I want, what is it?</b> Her body swayed slightly as she moved, revealing how unstable the drink had made her. She was revealing a part of her to him that she hadn't been sure he was ready for. If she lost him because of this Amy would be furious. At the moment though, everything made perfect sense. Leaning forward she placed her hands on her shoulders. <b>Tell me. What do you see?</b></p>

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