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Post by Droiture LeReve on Jan 13, 2009 15:46:15 GMT -5
Droiture's eyes changed from their regular radioactive green to a more vivant shade of emerald, showing his anger and envy. A swirling ribbon of green spiraled down his shadowy form, as the tendrils holding Gryphon suddenly shot out with barbs and spikes, piercing his skin in multiple places.
"Menteur! Elle est la mienne et le mien seul et nul autre homme ne peut la toucher! Je brûlerai le démon à l'enjeu et noierai le sorcier dans le Lac Toluca! Je vous tuerai et détacherai ensuite vos poumons par vos oreilles!"
Droiture slammed Gryphon into the ground again and again, each time doing a little more damage.
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Post by Gryphon LaMort on Jan 13, 2009 15:55:26 GMT -5
Gryphon coughed heavily, blood seeping from his mouth. Slowly, it began to drench the front of his expensive black shirt, causing it to stick. Alley watched silently, arms crossed and no emotion in her eyes. "Droiture, that's enough. Throw that thing down and let's go." She turned sharply, walking in the direction of the roof.
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Post by Droiture LeReve on Jan 13, 2009 15:57:46 GMT -5
"I'll deal with you later, vile human." Droiture spat, tossing Gryphon nonchalantly (yet strongly) into a back room, slamming the door and breaking the lock. He sunk down and reformed himself in Alley's shadow, where he could move and not stumble around like a retard.
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Post by Gryphon LaMort on Jan 13, 2009 16:04:05 GMT -5
Alley walked stiffly, on edge and irritated now, as she moved up the stairs to reach the hospital roof. She fell into a sitting position at the edge of the building and grumbled to herself about wishing she had brought Gryphon up here to drop him off the edge. "Fucking prick, just out to ruin everyone....worried about only himself...."
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Post by Droiture LeReve on Jan 13, 2009 16:50:02 GMT -5
"Would you like me to go back down there and put a knife in his throat for you?" Droiture asked, forming rapidly by her side. "Because for you, mon cher, I would."
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Post by Gryphon LaMort on Jan 13, 2009 17:14:32 GMT -5
Alley shot her arm out and slipped it around Droiture's waist quickly, pulling him down beside her. "Forget him. I can take comfort in the fact that he will never be satified. I, on the other hand, can." She slid her fingers down his back like she had before and grinned.
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Post by Droiture LeReve on Jan 13, 2009 17:31:11 GMT -5
Droiture smiled his wicked smile and pulled Alley onto his lap, kissing her sweetly and running his claws through her hair.
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Post by Gryphon LaMort on Jan 13, 2009 17:44:54 GMT -5
Alley kissed Droiture back, wriggling slightly in his arms in a way that allowed her to straddle him. She wrapped her legs around his waist slid her hands up the front of his shirt.
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Post by Droiture LeReve on Jan 13, 2009 17:47:54 GMT -5
Droiture shivered as her frigid hands brushed past an old and particularly nasty scar on his chest, going through what used to be a tattoo on his chest.
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Post by Gryphon LaMort on Jan 13, 2009 17:54:16 GMT -5
Alley allowed her fingers to linger slightly over the scar. "You're so torn up..." She nuzzled into his neck, breathing the words onto his skin. "Are my hands cold?"
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Post by Droiture LeReve on Jan 13, 2009 18:10:46 GMT -5
"A bit, yes. But I've survived worse." Droiture removed his shirt and fishnets to reveal his torn, tattooed self. He smiled briefly and sadly.
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Post by Gryphon LaMort on Jan 13, 2009 18:25:12 GMT -5
"I'm sorry." Alley referred to her cold hands as well as his scarred body. She let her eyes wander down his chest. "She was so cruel to you..."
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Post by Droiture LeReve on Jan 13, 2009 18:29:43 GMT -5
"Well, what's done is done and she's dead now. All that matters now is you, me, and him." Droiture said cheekily, pointing to his groin.
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Post by Gryphon LaMort on Jan 13, 2009 18:41:35 GMT -5
Alley made a face, playfully, before smirking and sliding her hands up his thighs. "Just us huh? I think I can live with that." She let out soft purrs, sliding her hands up further.
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Post by Droiture LeReve on Jan 13, 2009 18:45:23 GMT -5
Droiture leaned back and groaned slightly. He reached in to pop the zipper pull off his erection, where it was pierced near the head, giving him the constant illusion of always having his fly open.
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