(( OOC: Rp done in an im and posted here for you all to see. Thanks again for a great rp Brad! ))
Axel Graves: Cold and clammy, the night wish washed with the dampness of winters bitter bite. Sniffing, a finger braced it's knuckle and finally the back of it's didgit against the underbelly of his nose, nostrils being wiped dry. "Where the fuck.. is she...?" He whispered to himself, stepping from grave to grave, building to building in this bitter old court yard, the hunger alive. Those narrowed slanted eyes twisting from hazel green to a rough umbral orange. Resizing, and refocusing end to end. Hands extended out, palms corrupting themselves against the cold bitter touch of nights ice in the representation of this metallic door, this barrier that obstructed any hope of mortality's passage. But this creature was no mortal. Axel Graves sniffed the air, no he didn't sniff the air he tasted it, inhaled it, breathed it and smiled with in it. Her scent was so strong, so exhilarating, so toxically erotic.. So close. He could taste the wounds yet to heal in the passing breeze, he could taste the blood drifting in it's euphoric state of invisibility, he was there. Shuddered, shivered, shook. Axel Graves fell to his very knees as those fingers toyed with this malicious door before his form fell, drifted from this world to the next and back one more time. On the opposite side of this once barricade to an addiction he has suffered with out, vitae. "Oh...my god...god..god.." He whispered, over and over again, crawling, hands and feet his very forte to this mound of dirt where he knew she rested, where he began to dig with fingers alone.
Satire Meresankh: Drifting in and out of the dark sleep, Satire found herself more restless than anything. Her wounds had healed, and she really didn't need the rest, but yet, she didn't want to rise. Forcing herself to fall into that dark void once more, she rested quietly, though her mind reeled with thoughts. Colvin having called her forth. Scorn and his play things. Everything played over and over in her mind and she sighed. It was obvious by her inability to actually surrender to the darkness that she was awakened for good, at least for a while. Finally giving in, she decided it would just be easier to rise and see what kind of trouble wound find her now. Though she was rather weary from it all as it were. When she started to open the earth, she paused and listened, reaching out with her mind. "Oh...my god...god..god.." Her eyes narrowed as she heard these words and wondered as to their sorce. But what bothered her more was that whoever or whatever this was had actually found her. " Great " she muttered to herself as the earth began to seperate. Before the man who knelt digging at her grave would fall upon her, she slipped into the shadow he produced and stepped out of the grave. Standing, she looked down at him and made a motion to close the earth over him but paused. She would hear him out first, it was after all the least she could do. For, judging by his appearance, he had come a long way seeking her and she was rather interested to know why.
Axel Graves: Panic stricken, he was a mess, dirt covered most of his form but not of built up passages of unbathed time, twas the dirt of her grave, it stuck to, it clung to his sweat laden body, his damp clothes his paniced persona. Those eyes begged with their very iri' staring, glaring pleading for a moment, a second, a taste. He didn't leave the grave, he didn't leap from it's shallow embankment, he remained, sitting, kneeling where she once rested, where she once healed. So close yet so far away. He could smell what lie beneath that pale perfect flesh. He could taste it with out touch, exotic vitae livid with in this female, this goddess in his eyes. He needed what she had, his addiction sold himself out long before he spoke, but now it was to late, she was awake and his greatest fear was rejection. Noone would willingly give themself up as food, or would they..?
Satire Meresankh: Crossing her arms over her chest she continued to stare down at him in mock amusement. Her lips turned into a false tender resemblance of a smile. It faded quickly though as she began to realize just what he was doing here.Laughing some, she tilted her head and made a tsking sound through pursed lips. " You just going to sit there or would you like to explain why you have distrubed my slumber? " Her tone was soft, a gentle lilt to it as she awaited his reply. The look of sheer hunger in his eyes spoke in volumes and she wondered if he'd be honest. With a small motion of her right hand, the earth began to painstakingly slow, close. Dirt began to slip and fall into the grave, filling it almost like that of an hourglass ticking the seconds away. Would he just remain sitting and allow himself to be buried or would he finally rise and face her. Remaining silent, she watched him. No look upon her face now as she waited. Still, the question burning in her mind of what he had intended to do.
Axel Graves: The bottom of his lip was pursed, pressed 'neath the overbite of his jaw where as small, almost non existant incisors were visible, barely. Perfect for pricking flesh with out causing the most mortal of injuries and yet he was...dumbfounded. Slowly he began to rise, but more'so out of panic than anything from the compressing dirt. Cornered, he felt lost, he felt distant, he felt alone. Alone with this woman who needed what he had, who had what he desired most. Standing, head basing its position just above ground level, looking up at this woman from neigh on level with her feet. Perhapse he was caught even staring at them for a second before allowing his face, his vision to deter up her body, to her eyes alone. Silence still reigned supreme
Satire Meresankh: As he rose, Satin took a step back and continued to look down upon him. She could feel many emotions raging through him, but one struct out more prominently. When he looked upon her bare feet she laughed and kicked some dirt his way, in an almost playful manner. " Come on. I know your hungry, but surely you wouldn't stoop so low as to drink from ones foot? " Her right brow arched as she shook her head. " At least have the decency to give me your name before you drool over what runs through my veins. " Squatting down for a mere second, she tilted her head. " If you play nice, I might be willing to give you a small sip. " Laughing heartily, she stood back up and moved away from him. If he wanted to come out, it was up to him. If not, she would be looking for a new place to sleep.
Axel Graves: "AaaAaxel..." He said feigning any decency of courage, any lineage of what it might have become. Only now did he truly begin to rise from this ladies grave, from her mound of dirt. Fingers grabbing, clawing at the loose debris that made it's edges if only to begin climbing, pulling himself up just before he felt it. That sting in his eye, that dry clump in his mouth, she kicked, not him but the dirt so close to his face actually into his face. A cry or scream was not heard, but his grip was lost, his sigh was hindered, he was blind.. if only partially. "GggERahh" The sound made no sense what so ever, other than perhapse the quiet writhing of what could be construed as pain and nothing more, fingers themselves covered in dirt came if only to rub that loose debris from his eye, from this man who fell, not completely but from his hold on the edge of this shallow grave, on his feet, crouching somewhat, only slightly, straining, wincing to see what came next, if anything through his blurr blind vision.
Satire Meresankh: " Ah, Axel. Now we are getting somewhere. Tell me Axel, why did you seek me out? And do not lie. It insults my intelligence and only serves to make you appear more the fool. " She smiled as she leaned back against the cold stone wall watching him. He could get out, it wasn't all that hard. But maybe he wanted to remain in the grave. Rolling her eyes, she motioned once more and the earth began to close a bit faster, the grave filling rather quickly now. " You might want to jump out of there Axel. I would hate to have you come all this way to visit me only to take my place in the earths embrace. " A soft laugh echoed as she strummed her fingers against her leg. This was a welcomed follow up to the earlier events. Perhaps something good would come of Colvin's calling. If anything, she could have a little fun with this man. Her body straightened and her eyes narrowed on him. In that moment, there was a plan bubbling about in her mind and her lips curled into a sinister, yet genuine smile.
Axel Graves: Oh he could get out. It really wasn't that hard, and he was on his way out of that grave before she kicked the dirt in his face, the dust, the debris of soil, it stung ever so. A meal, food, it was all he wanted, a taste of this pale perfection, something to replenish what he had spent so much apon. "What...Was that for!?" He almost demanded in that second baritone from his previous worry, as if in a tempermental outrage. Finally he could see, if only barely. Water washed from those eyes in the forms of tears, his own body trying to flush the remnants of that dirt and dust from his iri' fingers grabbed, coiled against the edges of the grave, a grave that was slowly closing in on him, slowly seeking to become his own tomb, space growing.. smaller, smaller claustrophia...settling in.. panic.. overwhelming..smaller..smaller..
Satire Meresankh: Pushing off the wall she moved back to the edge of her grave and squatted once more. She studied him for a moment, eyes roaming over him slowly, in a deliberate fashion. Oh yes, he would certainly do, once he was cleaned up of course. Stifling another smile at her brilliant idea, she reached out and took hold of his shirt. " It amused me. " she said with a shrug as she started to rise, hauling him out of the grave with her. Once his feet cleared the grave, she pulled him towards her and dropped him. She stepped away, not bothering to wait and see if he landed on his feet or his ass, she didn't really care either way. She wanted the truth out of him, and thus far, had gotten nothing but his name, an almost childlike tantrum and a very useful secret for the future. He didn't seem to like closed spaces. She would have to remember that, if she kept him around. Now it was entirely up to him.
Axel Graves: Finally, he could see. he could see two, three, no four of theese women. Four hands reaching towards him in random directions but one, one solid grip found the tuft of his shirt and lifted, and momentarily.. his face grew wild, almost afraid. Lips puckered, not in the meanderings of a kiss but in almost instinctive fear, for a second, if only a second he was with out breath. Far to quickly a passing moment to retaliate, but did he really want to fight back, did he really want to..hurt this pale beauty. She didn't look to see him, how he landed, but he landed on his feet, all be it a crouch but he was on his feet. Head shaking, slightly of course, he finally allowed his hands to come up one more time wipe his eyes, rub his eyes if only to restore his vision to what it one time may have been, "Nice.. butt..." He whispered, to himself of course, he wouldn't say that outloud, atleast not yet. And only now did he finally allow himself to rise to his feet one more time, eyes narrowing on the more private sections of this female before him, clothed or not.
Satire Meresankh: Satire could feel his eyes upon her and she turned, looking to him. Her hands moved to her hips as she stood staring at him. " Do you like what you see Axel? " she said in a sincere voice. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she continued to look upon him. Those crystaline eyes delving deep into his own. He was a curious one, and she wondered why he couldn't just talk to her. To admit what it was he wanted, it would be so much easier on her, on him too. Stepping towards a church pew, she brushed it off and sat down laughing. " Cat got your tongue? Or are you going to stand there all night oggling my ass? " Oh yeah, she could certainly have fun with this one.
Axel Graves: "Oh... I don't know, you do go a great ass.." He said with an almost devilish smirk, benign in it's standard, those eyes twisted formula one more time from the hazel green to the umbral orange. Slowly, almost wearily he stepped towards this pale perfection, this beautiful goddess of his addictive crave. "A taste.. I don't care from where.." Was that his answer, what he wanted, what he desired, why he had come so far, it was not to be denied.
Satire Meresankh: Well, if anything, he was honest and blunt. She could admire that. Chuckling, she eyed him as he drew closer. " Just a tast... not picky from where? How about the rat scurrying about in the corner? Would that please you Axel? " She knew very well what he'd meant, and she might just be willing to give him a taste, but only one..for now. It would take three tastes to bond him to her, and in all reality, she could do twice and forget the third, or if he proved himself to be of some.. use to her, she might actually go ahead and bond with him. But how would he prove his worth to her? She smiled to him as she held out her right hand, that index finger pointing to him before it curled in a come hither motion. Taste one would be enough to give him pleasure and make him crave more. In time, if she chose not to give him more, he would lose that infatuation that would most likely come with that small ephoria he will feel.
Axel Graves: Come hither, it called to him in swathing seeds of destructive visions, a blurr of emotions and rile of euphoria swelling into one stagnant emote, he wanted it, he craved it, no rat would appease what he desired. A vampire he was not, but a ghoul he was, he craved what he at one time had in endless supply. The vitae of his mistress, would this woman concierge his apetite, would she take him under her wing, would she appease that desire for more? Silent foot after foot fell to the earthen crumble of this shallow graves entombment, closer to that forbidden taste, that extacy of blood and more. Closer still he urged, he lured, leered until he was there. Standing before this woman who had the only cure to the slowly welling insanity with in his head, the vitae. And with that semblence of close, that promise of lust, the promise of that taste he lost all, all semblence of power, superiority and blunt arrogance, on the verge of breaking. Shaking, excitement mixed with emotional distress, he could taste it in the air, smell it in her veins, calling to him. A taste, just a taste. But would a taste be enough. Satire could see the emotional longing in his eyes as he fell, fell to his knees, he didn't bow into that position but rather dropped into it, as if lost with out hope, begging for one small taste.
Satire Meresankh: That look in his eyes brought a smile to her face that actually reached her eyes. Oh yes, she knew all too well that look. He walked to her and dropped to his knees. She parted her knees as she looked down at him, her right hand moving out to brush a lock of hair from infront of his right eye. Nothing was said, it wasn't needed. They had a silent understanding. She knew what he desired, yet he didn't know the price he would come to pay for this taste he would take. Now was not the time to barter either. She would allow him to take his drink, and she would control how much he recieved as well. Enough to sustain, yet not nearly enough to hold him over without want of more. Holding out her right hand to Axel she nodded, her gaze holding his own. " One drink to tempt you. The first of three. If I should decide you are worthy of the Bond, you will recieve it. If not, you shall be doomed to long for something I shall never give. In time it shall fade, but before it does you will know true desire. A want so strong you would do anything for it. I will be an addiction to you, in time you will kick it, but you will never forget how I taste. So, chose wisely. What I offer is not free, but it is here if you want it. " She fell silent, waiting.
Axel Graves: Eyes lidded, the luxury of hazeled umber was gone, lost to this world beneath a skin so thin. One deep breath, t'was all it take to push him over that thin line of right or wrong, of consequence and temptation, of addiction and habit, one deep breath. The rise and lower of his chest, the shiver and tingle of his flesh patented against her own whence cheek met hand. That smell, that erotic taste devoured any mortal compassion for survival, any common sense for a futureof his own devise. He could hear it pumping, flowing, the river styx, a nexus of erotic temptation. Rubbing, the sound of flesh on flesh tested the air, electrified their bond as for the first time in ages he allowed his lips to part for a taste long denied and yet well deserved. He could feel the electric tension of those soft thin lips encompass, devour the taut pale of this womans wrist, he could feel the underbelly of his chin flex against the length of her fingers just before he shuddered one last time. The anticipation was gone, there was only the here and now, actions and the price he'd willingly pay. Short, barely abnormal incisors touched that flesh so sweet, that pale perfection, idley, almost roughly scraping, impressing, controlling their motive before the taste pecked what could no longer be contained, that first drop, that first erotic drop touched his fang, developed his lust, it's broken scent an erotic prison, a trap meant for him and him alone. There was no going back, like a lamb to the slaughter, a dog lead to feed of it's mistress. She was privied to the smallest of sensation, his tongue swabbing against those two perfect holes in her wrist, dabbing at the vein puckered beneath his lips, lips encrusted in the crimson beauty of this pale devil, or perhapse soon to be something so much more, if only he earned it, the first of many drinks, the first of many..
