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[genitrix]

[The feed opens up slightly shaky, obviously being held by someone quite upset. There’s some hushed muttering as the camera focuses on the front door of a small residence in Orlea. Bright green spray paint is scrawled across the door and windows and siding, spelling out hateful messages such as ‘ALIEN FREAKS’ and ‘GET OUT.’

Porrim, from behind the camera, sighs, and then calls out towards the house:]

Kurloz? You might want to see this...

[From the doorway you can hear footsteps, hurried due to the pitch in her voice. He comes down the stairs and is by her side still out of shot. No sound is made, something that wouldn’t be unusual with the mime, however it’s like the world just stopped. Slowly he steps forward into the view and touches the paint lightly—it was fresh. He looks back at Porrim, face blank and expressionless, the only real way to make a mime speechless

Porrim turns the camera of her phone toward her own face, and it’s like a storm cloud has passed over her normally serene expression; her brows are drawn downward and there’s a toothy scowl on her mouth. But when she speaks, there’s not just anger but a hint of sadness. Who would do something like this...?]

It seems like our neighbors aren’t too happy that we’ve invaded the neighborhood. Too bad we can’t get back in our SPACESHIP— [She raises her voice and shouts that word toward the neighboring houses, before taking a deep, calming breath]—and fly away home. Is anyone else having problems like this?


[[ooc: replies will be coming from both Porrim and Kurloz (kurloz_makara)!]]

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[genitrix]

[She would have lifted her head to watch him, but the fingers closed around her throat prevent that. So instead, she tries to catch her breath, inhaling sharply when she feels that stitched mouth brushing against her nipple. His return to roughness sends a thrill through her, and she's transfixed by that glowering stare, the overwhelming command to stay still. She can get behind that; instinct is taking over and telling her that to disobey would be a very bad idea. The only movement is the flickering of her lashes as she watches him take his shirt off, a slight clenching and unclenching of her fingers.]

[kurloz_makara]

[It takes him a moment to get the tight tank top off, it coming away like a second skin, revealing what can only be the canvas of her desire. What once was untarnished was now littered with small scars and recent wounds of bite marks and claws. Small trails of purple still came from the open wounds on his back and the light shown against barely healed over marks from breakfast. He gets it over his horns and tosses it to the side.]

[After a moment he moves, lifting himself up and releasing her fully. He takes her hand and makes a motion, beckoning her up.]

RISE MY BLOOD SISTER, FOR I AM IN NEED OF YOUR ASSISTANCE WITH A MOTHER FUCKING ANNOYANCE.

[He brings an arm around her and pulls her flush against him, a small gasp escape from his throat as he feels her heat on his naked skin. Every time their skin touches it's like explosion of flame and electricity setting his nerves alight. He brings his face close to her's, their lips nearly touching.]

CUT THEM.

[genitrix]

[She can't help but gasp at the mess she's made of his torso, even though it's a familiar sight by now. She also can't help but think it's sort of beautiful. Like artwork.

She clasps his hand tightly, rising, a little shaky, and molds easily to his body. Porrim tilts her face to meet his, and shivers at his next instruction.]

Gladly. [She whispers against his lips, before using her fangs to bite through each and every one of his stitches.]

[kurloz_makara]

[He stays still as she works, eye's lowering but never leaving her face, watching and waiting. After a while he begins to pull on the remaining stitches, widening his mouth and allowing the thread to tear into his lips. It stung; it always stung and hurt like a bitch but the end result always made the pain worth it.]

[And he did so love to bleed for her. She could do whatever she pleased to him, put him through hellish pain and it would still come out as pleasure. But he still refused to think of himself as a masochist. He liked pain, but this kind of allowance was reserved for her, because the pleasure came more so from watching/feeling her feed.]

[Rainbow Drinkers man.]

[One of his hands gropes down her back before slipping in what was left of her pants as she finishes. Then he turns, breathing in her scent and letting his teeth gently trace over her skin and down her neck. He stops along a bare piece of shoulder and with his jaw opening wider as his only warning he bit her. But he didn't bite her hard enough to cause permanent damage, only to leave a mark that won't be fading anytime soon and to draw blood.]

[genitrix]

[As she works, she savors the little hints of blood she can taste from the wounds being opened back up. Kurloz's blood was among her favorites, sweet and dark and rich as its color might suggest. When she's finished, she pulls away to admire her handiwork, enticed by the possibilities his open mouth allows for.

Her ass wriggles under the hand down her pants, and the hint of his claws against her skin makes her shiver. She doesn't have much warning, and then suddenly he's biting into her. She tenses, letting out a cry that's both pain and something more akin to pleasure, chin tilting upward and her chest heaving as she acclimates to the pain radiating from the teeth in her shoulder.]

Fuck.

[kurloz_makara]

[The stitches still hang from his lips, blood coating the black and bringing out the brutality of those scars. he takes a deep breath, the air entering his lungs make him feel like he's been blessed. And blessed he was, cause he knows what he can do now, and he knows how long he can go now without the worry of suffocation. It was another kink of his, but this moment felt different from all the others and he planned to make the most of it, pailing her until the wood was stained with their material.]

[He let his teeth sink in as the blood comes up and flows between his teeth and lips. He couldn't taste it, but the feeling of it did terrible things to him, brilliantly terrible things as he moans deeply around the wound before detaching, lips stained with jade and his own indigo now. Quicker than the eye could see he's pulling her roughly in again and devouring those lips, forcing her to taste her own blood as he lets it flow from his mouth into hers. His nails digging into her soft flesh and marking her down below as well, his hand coming up and leaving jade streaks behind.]

[genitrix]

[She gasps at the way his teeth slide out of her flesh, feeling blood pool at the wound, but she doesn't have much time to focus on it before he's kissing her, and she's tasting her own blood. It's not something she's done often, but she does quite like the taste of it—lighter than his, quite a bit warmer, more refreshing. She tenses up, gritting her teeth and letting them clash against his at the sting and scrape of his claws. She's going to be sore in the morning, and she won't be forgetting this anytime soon, she can tell. It's a good thing she doesn't have any tattoos on her ass for him to fuck up.]