Djinni
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PLOTTER
a 1020 year old
contracted dijinn
with 33 posts and ,
played by gmot
who is currently
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A loser hides behind A mask of my disguise And who I am today Is worse than other times
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Jun 3, 2015 3:15:58 GMT -5
Post by usha on Jun 3, 2015 3:15:58 GMT -5
These places don't scare her. She's learned that whatever she bleeds is not attractive to the creatures that dwell within the catacombs. She finds what she's searching for, tangled with a body of sorts. She looks peaceful like this, truly. She notices that the corpse no longer breathes, she leans over to check its pulse. There is none. Apathy is truly the only thing Usha feels towards the death of humans.
She runs her fingers through Yin's hair. "Yin, it'll begin to stink if you leave it for too long."
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Strigoi
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a 50 year old
noble
with 64 posts and ,
played by boo
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Thunder and rain will weigh on her shelter
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Jun 4, 2015 21:46:15 GMT -5
Post by yin on Jun 4, 2015 21:46:15 GMT -5
'don't suck them dry that fast.' the physician had said. his words are fragmented in her mind; some words are placed with more emphasis than others. dry, dry... dry. the floor is cold, and dry, with her ear and the side of her cheek pressed against the floor; weary eyes peer at the corpse. yin counts the eyes, nose, mouth, pulls at the eyelid to watch irises dilate.
yin knows insides like she knows human tears, but lying next to the cold corpse, she wonders if killing the physician would dispel his fragmented words. the broken shards of ancient mirrors... ah, she almost loses the sound of usha's voice cutting through the smoke. she shifts, but doesn't face her.
she doesn't move an inch from the body. she eyes her longingly, remembers her own disdain towards clotted blood. she sighs softly at the djinn's touch; it glides, it's smooth.
usha (btw pls dont reply until later pls pls pls) |
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Djinni
PROFILE
PLOTTER
a 1020 year old
contracted dijinn
with 33 posts and ,
played by gmot
who is currently
OFFLINE
A loser hides behind A mask of my disguise And who I am today Is worse than other times
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Aug 16, 2015 2:26:30 GMT -5
Post by usha on Aug 16, 2015 2:26:30 GMT -5
She finds herself playing with her hair, Yin is really a child in Usha's eyes. She's not misguided in anyway, but rather embraced the raw intensity of her nature; yet, Yin doesn't look as though she's at peace. "Yin... how long have you had it?' The corpse already seems cold and stiff. "You know I don't like the smell of rot and decay." However, the rusty smell of blood, the smell of sweat, and the smell of fear were all things that she grew to love. She loved the act of killing, not cuddling the already dead body.
"Was it at least a good meal?" Usha licks her finger and tries to rid the corner's of Yin's mouth of dried, caked on blood.
yin was this late enough orz sorry about the wait |
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