Asa's Sunset Cove

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Her arms draped around his neck as she felt the zipper slither its way down her back in his soft careful grasp. Softly she kissed along his jawline in encouragement at his calm and tender actions

 

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He ran... she was hungry... time to find a club and some decently talented young mortal feed fuck and inspire his mortal brains out.

 

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Sits back with a beer writing a little here and there as rl keeps up its random well spaced demands. Deep in thought. Taking a long drink sitting out on the sand staring out over the water.

 

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Of one soul
Of one mind
Seeming so uniquely one
Seeming so uniquely one...

Questions on this...
Are we?
One mind one soul
Uniquely one...

A tender kiss
A dream sacred
Lost in eyes and arms
So uniquely one

Scars and fractures
Lines entangle and trace
Dividing Uniting Separating binding
So uniquely one

 

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They want a fight a fight they will get. She was not about to choose sides and limit her feeding stock and she was NOT going to listen to anyone who told her to stay away from anyone. Maybe it was time she went to one of those neutral ground celebrations of the old ways and days. It should be entertaining and Audra did have Andrina personally deliver the invitation. Plus after all that time helping Percey and her husband set up the dark Fey part of this little celebration she was fairly sure that Canaan could use the distraction. A devious smile traced her lips as she walked out of her room and to the stairwell leading down to the door and out to her car.

 

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The perfect sister... Following every order without question. The perfect example of what they should be... But she was never truly one of them. The unfortunate result of the madness Eldest... Before The father sire was permitted to embrace She was embraced. Her "siblings" always council favorites for their cruelty and their ambition while She was madness from the beginning. She watched them doted on by the council and their father. She lingered like a step child with the help... the Blood dolls and their creators taking pity on her.

Daniella

"Mother" and Draven barely knew she existed beyond one who was to be pitied and left to her own darkness. They did not even know she was their sister their elder their superior. She had been the first given the gift by their father... but they were the ones who were approved by the council she was not. Their mortal births had been those of power privilege and grooming it would almost seem for the dark embrace. Her mortal birth had been little more than their father letting the guards run wild Mortal born of a blood doll and a wolf he was supposed to slay and drink from to give potency to his blood. Father had actually tried to kill her before her existence was discovered by the council several times and every time she lived till finally he chose to drain her to slay her that way but even that failed as she seemed unable to die and attacked him as he drank feeding from him before he could stop her she really did not think that he had tried too hard perhaps guilt motivated him or some twisted sense that would reveal itself later in her life.

She had watched everything that happened receiving word from her associates among the blood dolls that traveled with the council. She knew of what the monster did to Draven's precious princess and Selene's numerous betrayals and ultimately her death along with Ivy. Pity she actually liked those nieces. Bishop was gone from the town and Precious little princess was there with her world whipping around her with so many changes and the final destruction of her freedom... it was almost punishment enough but she could unite everyone... that was unacceptable. Daniella had been cast aside by her father and even her mothers people... those pathetic wolves had cast her out... and now here they were poised to have the ability to unite. She knew these were not the wolves of her mothers blood but she could not destroy what had already been wiped out so they would have to do. Her weapons were simple... her own children...

Zinia and Marko

Warin had been easy for her daughter to manipulate nearly without a trace. Dreams... Funny thing when you embrace a witch some of their little tricks carry over and Zinia had been more than willing to walk boldly into the darkness diving deep into the madness to her advantage in her own dark ambitions following suit as did her brother... He had slithered his way into the most treasured of houses honored for centuries world wide in creating blood dolls so perfectly suited to the council member or city or national ruler it was uncanny. Everything was falling into place. Time to send some poor wretch of a blood doll to his death as long as he brings the death of her precious princess niece Rayna. Warin would bring about the destruction of the wolves of that she had little doubt.

 

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