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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 23, 2008 20:13:43 GMT -5
Maleo closed his mouth with a gentle click of his baby teeth, then let Marlow play with his fingers. He stretched them out - the nails were thicker and darker, with the cuticles looking black.
"I have been trying to sharpen them, but it's not yet of use," he muttered, looking over his free hand. I hope I don't need a scratching post...
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Post by Marlow on Sept 23, 2008 20:17:40 GMT -5
"They will sharpen on their own. Keep them clean." though his own were jagged and filthy, cracked.
"You will be a fine Strigoi. A good fledgling. Your teeth are straight, your claws are light. You will fit in well with humans--it is what we must do to survive now."
He let go of Maleo's hand and tucked his hair behind his ears, checking them for pointing--there was none. Overall, his features were unmarred.
"Very pretty. My first."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 23, 2008 20:23:00 GMT -5
"Your first?" he echoed, feeling a little flattered and confused by Marlow's statement. "What are you looking for now?" he asked, tipping his head to the side, as if Marlow's checking had pushed his head over.
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Post by Marlow on Sept 23, 2008 20:26:06 GMT -5
"My first child--you already knew this. I am examining your ears."
He gave the sopranist's neck a gentle nuzzle and then pulled him up again.
"You must feed before we can continue with your change. You're too weak to take my teeth now."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 23, 2008 20:38:43 GMT -5
Oh yes... Maleo nodded and leaned himself up against Marlow's bulk, nestling himself right against the Strigoi's chest.
"I've been going mad without you... it's become a little much to keep my head on straight. And I am very hungry..." He groaned, pawing at Marlow's chest. "Are you going to show me how to hunt prey?" he asked, sounding a little excited, though muffled as he snuggled his face against Marlow's dirty coat.
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Post by Marlow on Sept 23, 2008 20:46:26 GMT -5
"Eventually. For now you will do with what I offer you."
The strigoi unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it aside, raking a claw over his chest (just as dirty as the rest of him, he could really use a bath) and let the black sludge of his blood ooze up.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 23, 2008 20:57:36 GMT -5
"You need to clean up a little," commented Maleo back, watching the blood oozing up. Even though he was starving, his nose still crinkled at the filth, and having to lap at both.
"U-Uram?" he started, tracing his small claws in little circles on Marlow's chest. "Would you bathe with me first?" he asked timidly, trying not to right out say "I don't want to feed on dirt."
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Post by Marlow on Sept 23, 2008 21:15:45 GMT -5
"Hm?" The blood flow stopped and Marlow tilted his head--it had probably been centuries since he'd bathed in anything other than falling rain.
"Bathe?"
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 23, 2008 21:19:06 GMT -5
Maleo chuckled at the confusion and nodded his head. "Yes, bathe. It's what people do... sometimes. Didn't quite work out during the Plague, but still... you're filthy. I'm certain your white skin would be even whiter..." he baited, though it was fairly obvious that Marlow didn't quite care.
"Please?"
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Post by Marlow on Sept 23, 2008 21:21:47 GMT -5
"For you. Where is the bathhouse?"
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Sept 23, 2008 21:35:24 GMT -5
Sliding out of Marlow's lap, he grabbed a small handbasket of personal affects he kept for bathing and threw a couple towels over his arm. Standing before the old Strigoi, he held a hand out to him. "I'll show you," he said with a smile, leading the way.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 8, 2008 23:10:48 GMT -5
***A NEW NIGHT***
Heading to his room, Maleo had no worries that the Maestro would be able to follow him, as the shadows reached every point in the opera.
Once inside his room, he rolled up the dirtcloth he slept on, gingerly tucking it away in his dresser drawer for use come the morning. Not that he believed that Maestro would actually come into the room itself, but it was nice to clean up for company once in a while.
Sitting on the stool by his cracked vanity, Maleo had only a handful of candles lit, hardly giving the room light - plenty of shadows for his guest to creep into.
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 8, 2008 23:25:53 GMT -5
He materialized in a corner of the small room and remained there, something near him producing a pair of soft clicks.
"So, your tale is not a love story."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 8, 2008 23:30:15 GMT -5
Picking up on the clicking, Maleo looked toward the corner of the room, though he still did not see the man in shadows.
"I have not decided that, actually... I cannot decide if I merely wish for Alexander's desire to be love for the dancer or merely lust and another conquest... Unfortunately, I never knew the man," he said lightly, tilting his stool so he could lean against the vanity.
"Do you think it would be more believable that way?"
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 8, 2008 23:33:47 GMT -5
"I think you must have a theme and goal in mind or your opera will be all over the page, so to speak."
As he said this, something soft and melodic and hardly noticeable crept into the room.
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