Hot and Bothered - Open Pre-Hunt Roleplay

[silverdust]

At least Vlaj was moderately calm, not likely to start riots, which was more than Jaku would've hoped for. Still, he knew the vampire well enough to judge that he would not last long without his feed. He could help with that. After all, Vlaj technically ran the cast, and if Vlaj were to be injured or killed on this night, well, he would have to run the cast. And his hunts honestly wouldn't give him enough time to do that.

He lifted his head into the air and sniffed, something he had trying not to do since he got into this stinking cesspool. His acute sense of smell was more of a curse in the pressed area, but still, he could trace the scents he had made note of memorizing. The one he was searching for was not more than a few meters away, yes, that scent that vaguely reminisced of cloying rosewater. With a several swipes of the blades, some poor creatures were pushed rather violently aside, allowing him a free path. He had to agree with Vlaj that the crowd certainly had left their proper groveling manner somewhere on the hasty run here.

Ah, there was what he was looking for. The young Marionette had been making a little show of herself, always eager for attention, and had drawn quite the crowd with her acrobatics and liquid movements. By some ingrained notion, she sensed him even before he pulled to her side, spiralling around in one of her high backflips, a look of pure joy on her face. Oh, how he despised that face, and the words and actions that he was sure would follow.

"Jaku!!"



She landed on him, grasping tightly about his neck in an over-zealous show of affection. Really, he should gut the girl sometime soon, only she would probably declare undying love while he was showing her the exact shade of her innards, and she had her uses. Like now. He pushed her away, using the tip of his claw to gently remind her of the personal space issue.

"Quin'Seriibi," he greeted coolly, holding the gentleman's facade in the light of those sickeningly adoring eyes. "I need you to do a favor for me."

The lapine nodded her head forcefully, flipping lightly onto her front paws as she did so. She could never stay still, too childish for a marionette. But he was used to her charades, he found her desperate need for attention amusing and the perfect example of a female's silly nature. "I have told you about Vlaj, the fellow puppet master of my Cast? He needs to feed. I'm sending you."

"Of course!"

The reply was childish, idiotic, and exactly what he had been expecting. Quin'Seriibi was in a way his finest achievement, so blinded by her affections that she was in essence the slave to his every whim. He rewarded her a distant smile, nothing more, waving his paw off in Vlaj's direction. "Go on then."

He slipped back into the crowds as she bounded off in the chiroptae's direction. Ch, and Vlaj said he didn't know how to manage his cast...

Quin'Seriibi moved swiftly through the crowd, her flexibility allowing her to push through every necessary nook and cranny to reach her goal. She was well aware of Vlaj's needs, and what exactly Jaku meant. She was also well aware that Jaku hated her and perhaps was expecting her to die. But honestly, she had nothing much to live for. A Marionette was useful for a cast as seducers and breeding stock, nothing more than puppets if not for their beauty, at least in her eyes. What better way to die than serving a Puppet Master, especially one for whom she had such a misguided idolatry...

The vampire was quite easy to spot, hanging from the rafters. Well, at least her death, if it came to it, would be at the hands of a handsome creature. She cleared her throat, settling in the ground below him but in his vision. She gave a graceful wave. "Hello, sir. Jaku sent me, he said you might need to feed?"

[IvySpring]

Sinnarnbi winked back and replied, "Oh don't worry, we work better as a team compared to only one of us..."

Sirib came over and sat down in a huff, "I hate females!! They're so...so... grAAAWHL!" At this point she turned her sentence into a roar, making all the creatures around the group turn and look, but one stare from her eyes made them turn back around again. She calmed down a bit and eyed the male sitting next to Sinnarnbi. "Who's this?" she asked, smiling at Sinnarnbi.

"This is Endenu," she said, winking at her friend.

Sirib purred, "Oh really? Have you two been having a nice time while I was gone?" She winked at the Defore, recovering from the previous incident and going back to her regular self.

[ferabird]

From his nicely remote corner the chiroptae bespied the little creature, eyes of vibrant crimson focused straight downwards and upon her pleasant figure. Perhaps a tad over-cheery... and somewhat distressingly colorful. But then again she was a willing beast, which meant whilst he had no excuse to employ needless violence in taking his feed this evening, he could do so without worry of some self-righteous creature thinking to save the lapine from his clutches. Wings spread to either side once the girl had completed her introduction, sails of gold flaring as air was gathered to slow his descent when talons released the beam he'd so violently claimed.

"Brave for a little girl...." he murmered, tones somewhat oddly gutteral in comparison to the french accent with which she was likely familiar. "You come to me to offer yourself? Then step into my arms, and I will hold you near to me." Having landed so very near to loom over the young marionette, the chiroptae held himself 'pon one wing-arm and either leg. That second wing was flared carefully open, lifted and curled about as though to beckon the brave little female nearer. Not only this, but the impression was given of a man holding open the luxuriant robe he might wear to an opera... giving that faint impression of wrongness seeing it was a youth he beckoned so lecherously near his own body.

[silverdust]

She gave a simple smile. Brave? Not so much as abysmally obsessed, which she herself could recognize. But still, it was a little late to change herself, she couldn't quite find a reason to make her turn her ways. She stepped closer, into the golden embrace, paling against the vibrant backdrop. She looked into those ruby eyes, the fear strangely not welling up inside her, as it should. Jaku controlled his marionettes well.

She tipped her head slightly, revelaing the slender curve of her neck. She gave a bright smile, giving him a sideways glance that was shy, painfully innocent maybe for its misplaced trust. "You will try not to kill me?"

Her voice was slighlty pleading, but resigned if it should come. She was surprised, she would've thought she might feel something.

[ferabird]

The vampire shifted back his weight so as to sit upon his taloned hind-feet, either wing coiled about the young lapine to cut off any impression of escape. It might be a distressing feel really, to be caged so intimately close to a creature that feasted even upon his own kind. "I do not kill my own." he murmered, the innermost wing-arm guiding her closer still, until after a fashion she was cradled against his figure. The taloned thumb digit of the cradling wing put a faint pressure upon her chin, tipping back the delicate curve of her jaw to bare her throat.

He'd swoop down with his own shortish muzzle to briefly brush it in an affectionate fashion against the curve of her jaw. After all, sensuality was a very present part of the way he lived. Tongue darted out to smooth the fur of her throat as well as to feel out that consistant pulse that betrayed the flow of life-giving blood beneath pink-swirled pelt. And unless she should struggle from his grasp, the tip of prominant canines would graze through fur until he again felt that telling pulse. By now crimson eyes were half-lidded in a content that gripped him with the assurance of a meal, and with a ready ease he would manipulate his muzzle to press lengthy fangs past skin and muscle, delving for that prominant artery. Once the wall of the massive vein had been pierced, it was merely a matter of guiding the blood that was stirred by her own rapid heartbeat into his maw. A mouthful at a time he'd siphon the precious vitae away, keeping internal guage of how much passed his throat. It wasn't so very hard to feed without killing, after all. And Euclides blood was so much more filling than that impure stuff that human bodies produced....