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Post by giullare on Apr 21, 2013 22:16:59 GMT -5
A rumble from his stomach forced him awake, he fought but lost. A hand patted his stomach to attempt to quell the hungry beast, but found that it was not enough. Rolling over on the webbed blanket, he groaned as his stomach growled once more. “Fine.” He muttered as he rolled over onto his back, blinking his obsidian eyes a few times to wake up. Fingers combed through curly dark brown hair to clear his face, pushing it behind his head as he looked to the ceiling.
Slowly he turned his head to the left and right, curious to see if Annette had crawled into his bed or not. Through the months he had cleaned out his home, found most of his tomes, and actually had most of his home rebuilt. The rest of the Citadel was still as it had been found by Annette minus a few buildings Terrence frequented.
The spider licked his teeth as he searched the sea of purple, black, and silver for those wings of red. The room was cleaned, the walls lined with bookshelves and a corner was piled with books on the floor. His bed was a sea of pillows and blankets. Webs were everything in the corners of the rooms, as wolf spiders found themselves at home.
A large wolf spider appeared from Terrence’s hair, distracting him from his lazy search as he began to pet her. Her children had grown, building webs, homes, within his room and house. A finger came up to scratch the large mother, another brood on it’s way.
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Post by Pocono Pariah on Apr 21, 2013 22:34:30 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300] Annette was there, but on the floor... sometime during the night or the day whatever the Citadel hid them from, she had fallen out of the bed and now lay with the spiders. She slept quietly, her pale form slightly flushed from the warmth of her meal and pleasures last night. Annette learned that the more she consumed the more she became slightly human herself. She noticed that he liked her warmer... and that matter to her.
She has been down here for 7 months. She hunted for him, she cleaned for him, and at nights like last night she loved him...
Her red hair which had grown long was flying out before her, tangling with the webs on the floor. The young spiders weaved her hair into braids among the web of silke string. Just as annette had grown fond of Terrance, the spiders had grown fond of her. Since the death of her jumping spider she has grown fond of the baby wolf spiders around them. She no longer screamed when a web or their delicate legs crossed over her skin.
She had yet to awaken as she was still exhausted from the previous night and her stomach was full of blood.
Ooc: Omg typing on my phone is going to kill me..
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Post by giullare on Apr 21, 2013 22:52:57 GMT -5
“Oh.” It was a simple word and a simple noise from his throat as he peered over his bed to find who he had been looking for on the floor. Annette had this masterful ability to some how fall out of his bed. Peering down at her sleeping frame, he noted the flush pink tint her usually grey flesh had. A hand lightly pressed against the purple carpet that decorated the stone floor, then the other followed suit.
He stayed like this for a few moments, viewing her sleeping form as the other half of his body was still in the bed. Finally completely on the floor, a hand brushed the long strands of hair from her face, and he mused at the wolf spiders to be on their way. If they were left to it, her hair would become a maze of braids, though he did enjoy them.
Black eyes twitched, his hand kept to her cheek, feeling what luke warmth their was within her. Terrence leaned down to hover centimeters from her face. Lightly did he pat her cheek, “Wake up my dear.” His stomach was growling, his stomach was protesting that he should be eating her and not waking her. “Annette.” He called out to the sleeping vampire, and she would still not stir, waking the dead was beyond annoying, so he leant in and bit her throat. The spider was careful not to use his maxillary fangs, and growled.
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Post by Pocono Pariah on Apr 21, 2013 23:01:36 GMT -5
Yes the patting wouldn't wake the dead, but the bite sent shivers down her porcelain skin. She winced at first and clutch her eyes closed tighter, a sort of purr coming from her through as he growled at her. Without looking, she reached up to trail the fine hairs of his neck with her nails before opening one slender Green eye.
" Breakfast already?" She seemed to sigh as she arched her chest to stretch with bare breast exposed, peeking out from under the purple fabric. She turned her head away from him so she could yawn fully with fangs barred. When she returned her head she let her lips brush him gently.
"...anything specific?" She mused.
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Post by giullare on Apr 22, 2013 21:18:15 GMT -5
The spider watched as she stretched, he came to enjoy watching her body’s occasional twitches and idiosyncrasies. He snapped from his watchful state as her lips returned to his own skin, her words fully gaining his attention. “Yes breakfast, silly girl.” Despite his original attitude, he had become at least a bit more playful with the woman. Terrence shifted slightly as he closed his eyes, “I was thinking about going to the surface.”
Six digits began to comb into the long dark red hair as if something he had said was simple but in fact was not. “I am tired of sitting down here, and wish to see what this world is like that you came from.” Terrence knew what he knew of the world was gone, and he was interested in what lay before him. His anger had been curbed for now, but if a wolf would cross his path, that dam may break.
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Post by Pocono Pariah on Apr 22, 2013 21:40:01 GMT -5
I want to post but I went to bed cause I'm feeling nauseous after my shower I promise it'll be a good post tomorrow early in the morning
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Post by giullare on Apr 23, 2013 19:58:14 GMT -5
That's fine, feel better sweet pea. c:
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Post by Pocono Pariah on May 5, 2013 20:31:26 GMT -5
[ will post in the next 24 hours]
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