kimbra_ailis

~ Always Hunted~

Vampire(switch) ^ Werewolf ~Always Hunted~ Realizing she is being watched she steers her human lover away from the fight and prepares for the unknown. Is she being watched out of curiosity or being warned she is within someone else’s territory? Is the human lover attacked and turned against her?

Vampire(switch) ^ Slayer ~Always Hunted~ Realizing she is being watched she steers her human lover away from the fight and prepares for the unknown. Is she being watched out of curiosity or being warned she is within someone else’s territory? Is the human lover attacked and turned against her?

Vampire(switch) ^ Vampire ~Always Hunted~ Realizing she is being watched she steers her human lover away from the fight and prepares for the unknown. Is she being watched out of curiosity or being warned she is within someone else’s territory? Is the human lover attacked and turned against her?



Fetishes
Consensual Sex... Rape... Rough Sex... Anal... Cervix Penetration... Female Virgin... Hot Dogging... Tit Fucking... Doggy Style... Cum... Egg Laying... Pregnancy... Impregnation... Orgasm Denial(receiving)... Gang Rape... M/F/M... Double Penetration... Yaoi... Yaoi Rape... Brother/Brother Incest... Cousin/Cousin Incest... Brother/Sister Incest... Brother/Sister/Brother Incest... Necrophilia... Human/Her/Creature... Tentacles(receiving)... Bestiality(horse, canine, snake, dragon, wild cats)(receiving)... Cross Dressing(receiving)... Chains(giving/receiving)... Whips(giving/receiving)... Bondage(giving/receiving)... Torture(giving/receiving)... Humiliation... Violence(giving/receiving)... Sexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Nonsexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Abuse(giving/receiving)... Broken Bones(giving/receiving)... Shoulder/Arm/Wrist Injury(giving/receiving)... Rib Injury(giving/receiving)... Knee Injury(giving/receiving)... Jaw Injury(giving/receiving)... Bloodplay(giving/receiving)... Burns (giving/receiving)... Nails(giving)... Biting(giving/receiving)... Oral(giving)...Deep Throating(receiving)... Hair Pulling(giving/receiving)... Breath Control(giving/receiving)... Modern Setting... Fantasy Setting...~~~ Ask about any not mentioned ~~~

Syndra watched him, looking back at her expectantly. Her gray eyes met his blue eyes for a moment before she too stood to follow. A smile crossed over her lips as he moved to wrap his arm around her waist. The bar was pleasant but the louder and more crowded it got the more tense she became. Three months had passed since her run in with the slayer but she was on a constant edge. Her escape at the time included half of her ribs broken and his broken neck. Being Lupine, she knew he had not died from his injuries but it had at least been enough for her trail to go cold. As much as she felt the slayer deserved it, lupine or not, she could not afford more slayers looking to make revenge.
Less then a century ago she would not be bothering to entertain her mortal. She enjoyed the kill way to much to draw the game out like this. But now she could not afford to kill as carefree as she once had. Too many bodies drew unwanted attention and reputation too colorful. Now she was forced to find willing toys and keep temptation in check. She was too young to live in such a cage.
The cool night air drove away her bitter thoughts as well as her mortals tender kisses against her neck. After running across another vampire in her last city she had fled and he had came along, not wishing to be left behind. She had yet to met one of her own kind that was a slayer but too many vampires in one area drew as much unwanted attention as bodies. As far as she was concerned the price for her life was to stay well out of range of immortals and slayers alike. It was costly, and times she desperately missed contact with other vampires, but she was still young enough not to wish herself death.
Syndra gently pushed her toy away from her side. The smile had faded from her lips and she was staring blankly ahead, concentrating. Whatever had caught her attention now raised the hair on the back of her neck and she ignored her mortals questioning her about what was wrong. She resisted the urge to reach for her blades, not willing to give up that surprise if it came down to a skirmish.
"Dylan go.... if I can I will find you later....."
He seemed to want to argue but one sharp look and he headed down the street opposite of her. She was not too worried about him, after all who ever was there was there for her, not him. Some slayers had been known to kill vampire toys just of sake, but Dylan did not mean enough to her for her to care about his life. He was not a bad lay, though he lacked the intensity she was use to when coupling with another vampire. Another sacrifice she lived without.
Starting down the street again she kept her senses alert for sudden movement. She was not truly in the mood for a good fight but she guessed that was not her choice. So much help keeping a low profile did. Taking a sudden right down an alley she veered away from the source of the threat though she kept her pace slow and casual. She was forcing him to prove he was following her or risk losing her trail.
Maybe the question should be why, not if. After the last slayer she would not have been totally surprised if he was not a simple mortal. Seemed that vampires got the blame for several high profile murders of other immortal creatures. That is if whispers in the dark could be believed. The realization that he was coming closer made her hand slip to one of the daggers at her side. Its feeling comfortable in her hand and at least eased her fear of being caught off guard, again.



(HER NAME) watched him, looking back at her expectantly. Her (EYE COLOR) met his blue eyes for a moment before she too stood to follow. A smile crossed over her lips as he moved to wrap his arm around her waist. The bar was pleasant but the louder and more crowded it got the more tense she became. Three months had passed since her run in with the slayer but she was on a constant edge. Her escape at the time included half of her ribs broken and his broken neck. Being Lupine, she knew he had not died from his injuries but it had at least been enough for her trail to go cold. As much as she felt the slayer deserved it, lupine or not, she could not afford more slayers looking to make revenge.
Less then a century ago she would not be bothering to entertain her mortal. She enjoyed the kill way to much to draw the game out like this. But now she could not afford to kill as carefree as she once had. Too many bodies drew unwanted attention and reputation too colorful. Now she was forced to find willing toys and keep temptation in check. She was too young to live in such a cage.
The cool night air drove away her bitter thoughts as well as her mortals tender kisses against her neck. After running across another vampire in her last city she had fled and he had came along, not wishing to be left behind. She had yet to met one of her own kind that was a slayer but too many vampires in one area drew as much unwanted attention as bodies. As far as she was concerned the price for her life was to stay well out of range of immortals and slayers alike. It was costly, and times she desperately missed contact with other vampires, but she was still young enough not to wish herself death.
(HER NAME) gently pushed her toy away from her side. The smile had faded from her lips and she was staring blankly ahead, concentrating. Whatever had caught her attention now raised the hair on the back of her neck and she ignored her mortals questioning her about what was wrong. She resisted the urge to reach for her blades, not willing to give up that surprise if it came down to a skirmish.
“Dylan go.... if I can I will find you later.....”
He seemed to want to argue but one sharp look and he headed down the street opposite of her. She was not too worried about him, after all who ever was there was there for her, not him. Some slayers had been known to kill vampire toys just of sake, but Dylan did not mean enough to her for her to care about his life. He was not a bad lay, though he lacked the intensity she was use to when coupling with another vampire. Another sacrifice she lived without.
Starting down the street again she kept her senses alert for sudden movement. She was not truly in the mood for a good fight but she guessed that was not her choice. So much help keeping a low profile did. Taking a sudden right down an alley she veered away from the source of the threat though she kept her pace slow and casual. She was forcing him to prove he was following her or risk losing her trail.
Maybe the question should be why, not if. After the last slayer she would not have been totally surprised if he was not a simple mortal. Seemed that vampires got the blame for several high profile murders of other immortal creatures. That is if whispers in the dark could be believed. The realization that he was coming closer made her hand slip to one of the daggers at her side. Its feeling comfortable in her hand and at least eased her fear of being caught off guard, again.