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Thread: Lord and Lover [Raziel99 & BlinkyWinky]

Aria smiled as she saw Zalera, his head above the leather seat. Only a reading lamp was left on, on a table beside his chair, and she happily walked over to him, appearing behind him like he had done to her. She released her bun and bent over the chair, letting her long hair drape over his shoulders. Reading over his shoulder, she immediately recognized the book. Hamlet. The girl smiled, applauding his reading choice. It wasn't her favorite Shakespeare work, but it was a classic. I never liked Hamlet all that much. It was a bit too dark for me. I liked A Midsummer Night's Dream and Julius Caesar. Aria moved around and sat on one of the arms of the chair. So, what did you have planned? I mean, I have to take take a shower first, then find some suitable clothes...not that these aren't nice. They are! It's just...well, I prefer women's clothing and...I don't have a bra or panties on right now, and I'd really like to have some. A feirce blush covered her cheeks, and she quickly added, If that's okay with you, Zale master. Looking out the open door for a moment, she asked, Did you call the staff to let them know what I wanted? Because I got there and this woman just took the words right out of my mouth! The burger was amazing by the way...this place seems to be a lot more busy when it reaches sunset, huh? More questions threatened to pour out of her mouth, but she held them back for now, knowing everything would be answered in its due time.
Thread: The Institute ( Spirits x Dementia )

Her letter had come in hours beforehand, while she was in the shower. Once she received the box and read over the paragraphs of information, it clicked. She was being transported to some island like a disease. It was something that made her curious. How did they know she wasn't human? How did they know where she lived? How did they even know of her? She would shrug and get along with her packing. She had mostly clothes and hygienic items to pack, not really anything personal. She would then dress herself, having been walking around the house naked. Oh, well. Xaliya was a gorgeous young woman. Her body stood to a modest five foot seven, not too curvy but just enough to where she had a bust and an ass. Her skin was like porcelain, hair like waves of dark, dark chocolate. Her eyes almost like portals into the sky, they were so light. There was only one curse to her looks, that was she would look this way forever. Xaliya was a vampire, of all things. She had learned to live with it ever since college. Speaking of. She hurries to yank on her clothes. A simple pair of black lacy panties, along with a bra. She then pulls a grey v-neck over her breasts and stomach, straightening her belly button piercing. Next, her dark skinny jeans and belt. Her socks and shoes came last. Above the knee black boots made for a simply put 'badass' look. She blow dries her hair, quickly brushing through it. A swipe of eyeliner, a brush of mascara. Done. She moves into her room to look over the other people being sent to the island, one of which stung her memory. She taps her chin with the paper, then shrugs. She looks over her plane ticket and sighs. It was due to leave in six hours. The airport was three hours away. She wrestles all of her belongings into her car, almost speeding the whole way there. She waited for her plane to leave, going through her phone, looking at random apps. Hope this is okay.
Thread: The Institute ( Spirits x Dementia )

It's fine Demi perfectly okay .3.'' Joseph in the end chose to go, even if he didn't want to... He found it better to just go along with it to get something to eat. He by all means wanted to do nothing but at least eat and get himself up off the ground and as a bit more of a success than he already was. He arrived at the airport moments after the vampiress had arrived. He had packed a huge mess of luggage most of it was composed of food, only a small portion of the luggage itself was clothing. Even so, a log train of luggage followed him as he dragged it all to the plane he was boarding. At first he was stopped because he 'was too little to be walking around alone'. Assholes... idiots... Again... just one of those things that irritated him about being stuck in his childish form, he pulled out multiple forms of I.D and he had to wait for those forms of I.D to be cleared before he finally got on the plane. He got on only a few minutes before the huge metal monster took off. As he suspected most of the people on the plane were people he knew from college, most of them thankfully didn't really recognize him under the hood of his black hoodie... Thank god for that. At the very least he'd spare himself the agonizing issue of actually 'catching up' with them. He hissed to himself, as he struggled in putting his bags away. Yet another irritating disadvantage of being this short against his will. Though at the very least it didn't last for long. A few females, whom Joseph didn't recognize but who more than likely went to college with him, aided him in putting his things away. Most men would say that they developed more than nicely since they'd studied together in college, more than likely due to their full breasts, that just seemed to bounce with each step they took. Still Joseph himself, being a wendigo found himself immune to the charms of the female gender. It was actually quite useful despite what most thought. It allowed him to think far more clearly...and avoid being 'eaten' by succubi back in his college days. Taking a moment to thank the women who aided him, he then took his seat right next to a certain vampiress. When he looked at his ticket again, it was then that he noted that.... it possessed a long array of information, personal information. His name, sex, age, address, occupation and much more about him, it even had names, names that corresponded to who's seated in front of him, behind him, to the left and right. There was only one other male in his... 'group' or whatever one wished to call it. That one name stuck out to him, that person was next to him. Xaliya, he murmured under his breath at a nearly in audible level, he assumed a pensive expression attempting to understand why this person sounded so familiar, he could have just looked to see who he was seated next to... but he assumed it'd be kind of weird for someone to just stare at someone else in a plane just to figure out who they may be, so he attempted to dig through his memories to try to remember this person.
Thread: The Institute ( Spirits x Dementia )

Once Xaliya arrived on the plane, she shoved her bags into the bag holder above her seat. She noticed a couple women helping out a child. She smirks and flops back down into her seat. Xaliya would cross her legs and sit back, opening some more paper work and reading over them. She never once took a look at who she was sitting by, she could smell what they were. She makes a disgusted look before nearly jumping out of her skin as she heard her name being said. She looks to the source in which it came from, the child next to her. Excuse me? she asks, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow. Her blue eyes look over the male's small form and she does everything she can to hold back a snicker. She could drain him dry in a couple minutes. She sniffs the air, grimacing at how filthy he was. She looked like she'd just stepped out of a magazine. She had been noticing looks since she got out of her car. Sigh. Xaliya leans over the small male, her raspberry scented conditioner must've been intoxicating the male. What do you want? she states, her voice lilted with her italian origin.
Thread: The Institute ( Spirits x Dementia )

It was in the middle of him attempting to tune out the sounds of others talking and bickering, that he heard a nearly purr like muse from next to him. He turned looking at Xaliya, with an eyebrow raised, it was then that one could see that his skin had no true blemishes, sure there were small cuts and such that littered his hands and face but they were so close to insignificant that they didn't matter. His skin was a flawless tan. Once he made eye-contact with her, he grimaced, now recalling her from his memory. ...Oh... it's you . He would have addressed her by name however he assumed that she'd probably recall him with greater ease. He took out a small scarf he'd kept in his pocket to keep his neck warm once it got late, he wrapped it tightly around his neck, making it evident that he knew she was a vampire. Yes... he knew her from college... He utterly disliked her, she hadn't teased him in the past, if not 'molested' him for kicks, doing all sorts of pretty filthy things to his things and in front of him. At first it didn't bother him because he wasn't entirely certain if they were trying to get some sort of reaction out of him or if they actually wanted to get in his pants... He leaned more on the latter seeing as how no one would ever be so persistent to just get into someones pants. They kept it up until he finally lost his temper and nearly demolished his own dorm in said fit of rage. He was confined to his room for a while, and of course most of the people who picked on him in college just saw it as a better chance to get him kicked out. He muttered swears under his breath, honestly repulsed that he had to sit by her.
Thread: The Institute ( Spirits x Dementia )

Xaliya watched him cover his neck and giggled, sparkling white teeth in view. Especially her elongated canines. Joseph. It's been awhile, she purrs, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. Her dark chocolate locks fell over her shoulder, sky colored eyes looking over him. She wasn't even using her charm, wondering what the male would do. Xaliya never bothered with anyone in college, especially the book worm next to her. She smiles innocently at him, surprised he recognized her after her transformation. Before being a vampire she was almost an eye sore to all, but since being turned, her body had filled out, compared to her stick of a being beforehand. Her eyes sparkled with a devious lust and her hair shone even in moonlight. She looked to be a model of sorts, but it was her accent that lured most. She grasps a lock of his hair and twirls it in between her fingers. How has life been to you? she lulls, continuing to smile. Xaliya had been in numerous gangs since she graduated, her heightened senses having gotten her kicked out. She was too skilled for most of the people in the slums. That's when she was hired by more healthy people to tail their spouses or competition in business. She had made quite a living. College had come easy to her, extremely so since she had no friends as distractions. She shook her head, his healing wounds dragging her back to reality. His dried blood reaked and it took her all of her might not to throw up on his shoes.
Thread: The Institute ( Spirits x Dementia )

Yeah, has been a while...You haven't changed at all from the insufferable pest you were in college. He said with a frown, seeming to pay no mind at all to Xaliya. He still saw her exactly as she was in college, he didn't really care about her sudden transformation. It was surprising though, again wendigo were immune to sex appeal by nature, they were all concerned more about eating and killing... Such is no exaggeration, many wendigo in lore are as such murderous beasts often times more inhuman than human, however in a few cases they could sate the beast if they fed constantly. In Josephs case, he found a loophole in such a thing... Though he didn't 'eat', he drank and drank until filling his bottomless belly. It was the best he could do. Even now he felt a little light-headed due to the lack of nutrition, and sustenance. He breathed out moving her hand away from his hair, his hands were lightly scarred, his fingernails seemed odd, they didn't resemble fingernails entirely, the feel of them was much too smooth, much to cold, nearly metalic to the touch. Eh, you know... Swings and misses in the writing gig.... I'm assuming you've gotten ahead in life...or am I wrong? He said with a frown. The smell of blood that drenched his hoodie wasn't his, he usually went out in his hoodie to go eat live prey. Usually big animals, like big dogs or wolves, the occasional cat, or even humans if hunger hit him that much. He usually cleaned up his stuff pretty well, and in fact he never left any left overs from live victims, he ate them and cleaned every last bit of them up, there was no form of dna evidence, no evidence to pin him to any of the killings... though it didn't matter seeing as how he usually killed petty pedophiles or rapists who'd made the mistake of actually trying to trap him.... Filthy idiots.
Thread: The Institute ( Spirits x Dementia )

You were never any fun, she pouts, sitting up straight. She noticed a male watching her across the walkway. He was quite a bit older with his greying hair and wrinkled face. Xaliya smirks. I bet he's delicious, she purrs lowly, running her tongue over her elongating canines. She was a daring type, purposely acting up in public now to show people what she could so and they couldn't. Xaliya turns her head to look down at Joseph, raising an eyebrow. Life doesn't look like it's been good to you, she murmurs, stretching her legs out. She heard a couple idle conversations, easily able to eaves drop for a couple seconds before she got bored. Xaliya looks up as the 'buckle up' button showed. They were landing soon. The two hour flight was nothing to the boat ride they were taking to the island. She would grab Joseph's items and drop them on the floor beside him before picking up her own. Since there was a crowd, she merely floated off, and then to the boat. Many other people were there, including other vampires. Xaliya was grateful it was foggy outside, the sun blocked out. She couldn't help but to look a bit sinister in her boots and her guitar that was put away in its case. Xaliya managed to see the male stumbling out and she giggled, setting her bags down before floating around the boat, out of human vision.
Thread: The Institute ( Spirits x Dementia )

Yeah well it's never really 'fun' to enjoy being picked on by a vampiress with an over active libido as well as an overly active hunger for blood. He said with a frown and a small grumble. By all means he hoped that she would get hers... Though he doubted anything would happen... If there was a god, he was certainly lazy... No good turns of events had come by all means, no one single good thing had ever happened to him... Where was the justice in that? Still griping about it wouldn't help either, so he just shut himself into his thoughts letting his eyes wander to and fro, there were several humans aboard the plane, not many though, there were far more supernatural beings, more of their kind, werewolves, infernal beings, lamias, many more, many of all kinds. It was then that he recalled those females that aided him, though it was the greatest paradox of lore, they were 'arch-succubi'. Succubi who could easily overcome their lust with their repressed intellect, and who possessed powers superior to more common succubi. They held similarity to the incubi, often regarded as the lords of shadow, the arch-succubi were regarded as the 'valkyries' of shadow and transfiguration or something of the sort. Thankfully though they were indeed 'sinister' by nature at the very least their intellect kept them sufficiently leveled to keep them 'human' or rather to care for others as a human would. Though he wasn't particularly fond of the fact that they were succubi, he supposed he was happy to see them, after all, whenever they saw someone picking on him, they quickly interviened and provided a 'distraction' for him to get away... He supposed he should thank them once they could talk... Upon arrival onto the island he was taken aback by the fog that shrouded the island, it was quite thick, much thicker than the fog of conventional human measures... Several officials of the institute, dressed in white suits, thick white suits holding similarities to a sort of blend between hazmatsuits and plain wintersuits. Though unusual it was evident that they were supposed to be important, they guided the students in towards the interior of the institute and... Joseph was actually quite surprised, it wasn't a hoax, the huge island had a confusing array of flora and fauna, most of the more harmful fauna was kept behind fences in a large territory near the interior of the island, while the rest, horses, cats, dogs, birds, reptiles, fairies, small salamanders, large bird like beasts, and even more unusual arrays of animals existed there, though... even then it was difficult to see every single creature in the immense fog. The officials said that they were taking them towards the main part of the institute towards the plaza as the headmistress was going to give a speech of the codes and conduct. Along with her was an independent bunch of scientists who operated on the island as doctors and biologists, being the caretakers of much of the wildlife. Joseph smiled briefly to himself... So far he wasn't disappointed
Thread: The Institute ( Spirits x Dementia )

Xaliya had slipped onto land, looking around in awe. She was tickled by all the species around her. It nearly fried her brain. She would see a couple people from college and run over, catching up with them. Joseph was all but polite, the asshole. She hardly messed with him in college so why was he so cruel? No matter. Her dark locks fell to her waist, the loose curls easily flowing with each movement she made. Once they started migrating to here they were going to be spoken to, she walked alone. She was the only vampire because she couldn't smell any others. That only led to think she would have a lot of restrictions. Especially on her feeding. She groans inwardly. Speaking of. Her blue eyes were slowly fading to purple, then red. Over the next couple hours. During the speech, she began breathing a tad heavier than usual, her temple throbbing. Her hands were clammy as the were shoved into her jacket pocket. She swallows uneasily, looking about. Her legs felt weak but she tried focusing on the speech, weaving in and out of consciousness even though she remained standing.
Thread: The Institute ( Spirits x Dementia )

Joseph frowned, per usual, for any education system, she explained why she founded the institution in the first place, all other relevant things, though what stuck out to him was a particular part, she hadn't mentioned were rules, she explained everything else... The outline of the day, how things would go... In general it was no different than doing what one normally did wake up, eat breakfast, play, work and improve ones skills in their work area in one of their facilities, free time, work in the evening, have fun at night, sleep. To him it seemed odd, so he spoke up. Excuse me? For a moment Joseph felt the eyes of roughly a thousand or more on him, it was rather aggravating but he had to know or rather at least understand. ...Are there no rules here? She flashed a small smirk, the headmistress was a rather elegant sultry appearing woman, most of her form was concealed in a large rather puffy black robe, though her figure was quite well developed and it was evident she was too one of the supernatural community. If anything she was quite beautiful, she stepped down allowing a scientist to take the stand. The scientist, under the cover of the mask answered instead. ...There are a minimum of rules. There is to be no homicide, no rape, nor murder, nor any illegal activities involving thievery, and in a nutshell all other rules that usually would be in place in college... However... You are free to publicly display affection for one another, one may settle their disputes in combat, one may gamble... The list of things that were allowed went on for a while, a few shocked expressions mixed with confusion and glee appeared in scattered pockets in the crowd. Walking around nude was allowed, the scientist went on until reaching a point where he had to explain a rule in particular detail, sex. Sex was all good here, however... the limit had to be defined. ...It is with this unusual series of circumstances, that one may only sleep with one of the younger age range only if it is consentual and not at all forced. The legallity of this rule was debated upon, they had to be sticklers on this rule to keep themselves from getting shut down... He went on to say that more information will have to be dug up on their own Soon they were being herded off to their dorms, and with that, another unfortunate twist of fate brought the two together again. It wasn't certain whether or not they'd have to share the same dorm.... But the dorms were co-ed, more than likely Joseph wouldn't be able to get any sleep knowing how many people would probably try to take advantage of the lack of rules. He frowned to himself, walking by Xaliya, he turned to look at her seeing her condition and how disoriented she appeared to be. ....Xaliya, are you feeling alright? Though he despised the girl, he couldn't help but feel a little concern seeing how sickly she appeared to be.
Thread: The Institute ( Spirits x Dementia )

Xaliya was almost crazed with blood lust as the woman explained everything. She didn't hear half of it. No worry. She'd just look it up later. Xaliya began stumbling off to her dorms, only to jump as Joseph came up beside her. She looks down at him, her eyes a faint gray colour. I-...I'm fine, she grumbles, her words enlaced with a small lisp due to her fangs at their full, two inch length. She managed to find her dorm room number at the directory at the bottom and trudged to the elevator. She was surrounded by beating, throbbing pulses and it almost drove her to insanity. She sprints down the hall, only to find out her door would open by a thumb print. She tilts her head and presses her thumb to it, only to be greeted by a soft, mechanic exhale as the door opened. Her belongings had already been carried and the room was very dark. The window had blackout shades and deep, rich crimson curtains. The crimson didn't stop there. Her bed was covered in it. The lacy black and red completed her side of the room, while other side, which belonged to her room mate was simply black. They had two mini-fridges, two bookshelves, two beds, two desks, two dressers, and two closets. But they all were the same. Only her side of the room was more to her taste. Xaliya sighed and opening the fridge up. It was packed with blood. She nearly squeaked as she pulled three bags out and drained them in seconds. She sighs softly and sits back on her surprisingly comfy bed. She lays back, door open from when she walked in.