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Post by Midnight on May 2, 2011 10:07:58 GMT -5
It was a pretty quiet night in the city.A nice clear sky where you could see all the stars and even the full moon.In the quiet city there was a local bar that seemed to be booming with life.
Sitting in the back of the bar lite by the shadows of light that hung down onto the table was a handsome looking man.He was built fine and had a clean face and long dark orange hair and orange eyes.He was wearing a white button up shirt and black leather pants with a black studded belt and black boots.Wearing around his waste was a gun belt where the gun holsters was empty.That was because he hd them out on the table cleaning them carefull and quietly to himself.If you looked closer at him you could also tell he had pointed ears. He is a bounty hunter and a good one at that.Even though he had been considered old and out of the game.He still hunted it was what he enjoyed and longed for.He is a fox demon and I would be careful talking to him.His a ladies man with a jealous wife and he has a nasty temper you wouldn't want to stir to the survice. On top his head was a brown copboy hat.
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Post by ebony on May 2, 2011 15:36:42 GMT -5
In the middle of the undulating bodies was a small petite girl. No matter how many times she came to the bar scene, she was always carded. She had a girlish demeanor to her, one that was easy to mistake for innocence. But young Gwen was anything but. She had hair the color of rust, the long strands curling their way into pretty waves that moved with her dancing body. She had high cheek bones and blood red lips. They were probably stained with just that. Blood. She was and had been a vampire for about a hundred years now. She was changed when she was seventeen, and that was what gave her a childish look. Her eyes were large and a pretty shade of green that slowly begins to tint a dark red color when she is hungry. Most the time she just says she wears colored contacts, and who would know any better? She was pale, the bridge of her nose and the tops of her cheeks lightly scattered with freckles that were lighter than normal brown. She didn't seem to have a scar on her frail little body. She wasn't dressed in normal club type clothes, but instead in dark jeans and a silver blouse. She was dancing, catching a few people's eyes. She was here for a meal. One that was fresh and ready to quench the undying thirst that radiated in her throat.
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Post by Midnight on May 3, 2011 17:21:23 GMT -5
As Fox sat on the table he watched the few people dance out on the dance floor a few he kept an eye on because they intrested him others he was vary about since he was used to being set up a lot just so his wife could have an excuse to get mean on him.Which if you asked anyone that was just what he wanted half the time he enjoyed the rough stuff and it drove his mean half wild for it like the sweet drink he drank that usually got him in the mess in the first place.If anyone ever asked the six things he loved the most was the thrill of the hunt, drinking, smoking,his wife and family, and the pleasure afterwards.
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Post by ebony on May 7, 2011 9:30:22 GMT -5
Gwen laughed at a joke that some man whispered into her ear. Of course, it was lame, not even worth her laughter. But, the man seemed delirious, incapable of realizing that this charming woman was just dragging him into trouble. She lightly touched his chest, her tiny fingers being the "goodbye" while she traveled to the bar. Her green eyes scanned the drab place, and she smiled, getting a drink from the bartender. She took a sip, but frowned. It wasn't the drink that she wanted. She danced back to the man that had taken interest in her. She took another sip and smiled. "How 'bout you and me hit the back room?" she asked, turning her intense eyes onto his. The man nodded eagerly, probably expecting the exact oposite of what he would be getting. She closed the back door from the two of them, and then turned onto him. He was reaching out to her, and she met his arms. He immediately tried to rip her clothing off of her, but she stopped his hands with a grip harder than any diamond. "Whaa?" he began, but was immediately silenced by the strength she used to push him against the moldy brick wall. She chuckled, her eyes a deep red. The man's eyes grew, the size of them like dinner plates. She snickered, standing up on her tip toes as she gave his neck a light kiss before she sank her fangs into the soft flesh there. The man gasped, but before he could fight, the endorphines from her bite worked his way into the quickly deminishing blood. He let out a soft sound of pleasure, his eyes closing as she gently pulled out his blood from him.
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Post by Midnight on May 31, 2011 22:05:23 GMT -5
Fox watched a bit more from where he was sitting taking an other sip of his drink as he carefully scanned the bar one more time wondering if anyone here was worth messing wit or haveinga bit of fun with or if he would gt to collect a bounty for once.He needed the money a bit to badly now a days and he was edger to find that one person he could capture his guns was starting to collect dust it had been so long.
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