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Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

He smiled. Entertain me? He asked with a laugh. Mom and dad are making that up....They cared a lot more about you. He said. Well if you are going to entertain me. He said. At least make it somewhat enjoyable. He said getting up and patting her head as he walked out of the living room and into the kitchen to get something to drink. And demon...Be a good girl while i go to take a shower....And keep out of my bag. He said as he headed for the bathroom. He closed the door and started to strip as he started the shower. He really didn't feel like dealing with such a girl. He just had to wait for his parents to get home say hi, Then bye and he could leave and go to his own place.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

I'm not a dog. She spat as he patted her head. Her eyes were narrowed and flashing as he spoke. And if I 'disobey' what then? Mother and Father would disown you if you laid a hand on me. You've no way to stop me. She said, as he walked towards the bathroom, her legs crossed as she sat on the couch. Though I'm not interested in your things. And on top of all this I have a name. And I know you know it. I remember hearing you say my name, usually when you were angry at me, or at night. I've no idea why, but you have. Madeleine leaned back against the couch, her arms crossed under her breasts. Now alone she sighed. Then, the sound of rushing water made her eyes open slowly, and her raise to her feet. She walked up the stairs, past the bathroom, to her own room. Muttering something about arrogant angels.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

He didn't really listen to her ranting as he enjoyed his shower. Though when she said about nights he growled. I don't say your name during the nights and if I did it would be about killing you... He yelled. Nothing has changed with her but this time she was a lot more snippy. After his hour long shower he finally came out. Drying off he headed down to his bag wrapped only in a towel. He was used to it this way since he had been living on his own. He found no reason to be decent. As he got his cloths he could feel that their was more then just his presence and his sister's. But he shook it off as he got dressed in the living room paying no mind to anyone who might have watched him. His body was scared already and his one wing was neatly folded against his back as he slid on his shirt.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

Sure it was. She muttered. Continuing on with her chores, she paid him no mind. But when he walked down the stairs... that was different. Why he was in only a towel, she had no idea. Her face flushed pink as she saw him. He was... much different now. He was tall, muscles... handsome. Not the scrawny whiny boy she remembered. Though... he was still whiny.. and arrogant. She noted. Madeleine shook her head though, and looked down, watching herself clean the kitchen floor with a broom. Sighing softly, she realized, she also required a shower. Without speaking to him, and only taking one last glance at him as he put his shirt on, she made her way up the stairs. Stripping herself down she looked at herself in the mirror, disgusted by her appearance she took down the mirror. No, she wasn't ugly, far from it really, she just didn't like how different she was.. Though, a sigh of relief came from her as the hot water washed over her body.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

He shook his head and laid down on the couch. You just want me to say your name after six years. He said and sighed. Letting his wing creep out from his shirt. And wrap around him as he slowly fell into a light sleep. He didn't even know that she watched him get dressed. He just wasn't that observant of her and hell she could get away with a lot of stuff around him. That also showed how much care he had for her. She could go complete demon and then he would have the right to kill her. But he wouldn't kill her off. Madeleine. He said softly in his sleep. He didn't know he said it.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

She washed down her thin curvy body, re-dressed nicely as she was instructed by her adoptive parents, and headed down the stairs... in time to hear her name mumbled by the angel in the living room. Muttering something about dirty liars, she sat down in the chair next to the couch, and crossed her legs. She wore a short dress, light blue like her eyes, fitted for her body. A black design on the thigh part going up her body, to where it cupped one of her breasts. Kioshi. Madeleine said, after nearly an hour. Wake up. Mother and Father are home. She said this without tilting her head, staring straight at the wall in front of her, for that entire hour, reasons why he said he name in his sleep passed her. She juggled the ideas... none seemed plausible.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

He heard his name an hour later and groaned as his wing moved from his body and laid stretched out. His wing was a lot shorter when he was a kid and less full of feathers. But now his wing stretched for five feet and was full of feathers. About time. He said and draped his wing over his body as he stood up and stretched. As he walked past her he let his feathers brush against her head. White and grey specked wings. Mostly the Grey specs were because he had indulged in some other stuff with a few others. But that was not to be told. Mom Dad? He called out as he entered the dining room. His wing folded against his back. He sat down at the table and waited for something to happen.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

Madeleine scoffed as his wing brushed her face, she pushed it out of her face, and stayed seated on the chair. Listening to the exchanges of her brother and parents. There was cooing coming from his mother, congratulating him and making sure he wasn't hurt, her shrill voice repeating again and again how worried for him she'd been. Her hands would be fluttering over him, trying to make sure there was no injury. Her face was wrinkled with age, and her back seemed less straight. Their father was just beaming, so proud of his son, patting him on the back. Entering the dining room unnoticed, Madeleine took a seat again, her legs lazily slung over each other. She said nothing, her eyes closed, she looked asleep. Maybe even dead.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

So where's dinner?He asked with a smile as he looked to his parents and tried to fend off his mom. He didn't need her to check on him to make sure that he was unharmed he knew he wasn't or else he would have already fended them off before he came into the room. The good they give his good but it will never beat any home cooking. He said softly as he looked at the three people inside the dining room. He was hungry and he was sure his parents knew that.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

Madeleine rose from her seat, I'll begin preparing dinner then. She said, with a bit of distaste in her tone. Her parents ignored her. Taking the bags they brought home with them into the kitchen, she began to chop, boil, pre-heat, etc. All of the necessary things to cool a large meal for a family. She closed her eyes as she did so, Madeleine never really needed her sight, her demonic prowess allowing her to do things in the dark, or under odd circumstances. She cooked quickly, faster than any human, faster than most angels. Gluttony being one of the seven deadly sins, she being demonic... it fit. Dinner will be served soon. She spoke clearly, as she began to set the table for them.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

He watched her get up and he chuckled. Good. He said. Cause after dinner I have to go. He said with a smile. The sooner dinner came on, The sooner he would be able to leave them forever. Oh and make sure you don't over cook my food. He said as he leaned back in the char. Their was so much he had to do when he got to his new home. Ot would be almost annoying if he just started it all tomorrow. I mean moving, painting. All of what he had was going into his new place and that was going to take a fed days.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

Arrogant bastard. She spat at him, tossing his plate of perfectly good food down in front of him. Good, sooner you leave, sooner I can be in peace. She scowled back, her brows knotted in anger. Their parents frowned at Madeleine, and asked her to leave the room before she lost her temper.. they'd never seen it before, but it would be ugly. Spinning on her heel, Madeleine left the dinning room, lifting herself effortlessly onto the counter, she crossed her legs, eating her food as such. Why did he hate her so much! Why was such a 'pure' being so twisted and tainted? She mulled on this as she ate.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

He looked at her and sighed as he started to eat his food. I agree. He said with a smirk and after five minutes he was finished with dinner. Getting up he put the plate in the sink and stopped before his sister. Good dinner...You might be able to become hells cook. He said with a chuckle. Walking into the living room he grabbed his bag. Well im heading home. He said. Good bye mom and dad. He said. Cya sis, With luck you might not end up on the end of my blade. He said with a chuckle as he headed for the door. Implement big surprise attack of luve XD Random....shifty eyes
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

Rofl? How about a bit of roughin' up. Fuck you. She spat back at him, her arms were trembling with anger at him. His words no longer wounded her, angered her beyond belief instead. She stood up and stomped out after him, standing outside the house, she raised her arm as she spoke...well.. yelled. Why can't you say one -nice- word to me? Huh?! Is it because you know you weren't good enough for them and they needed another child?! What's your reason for hating me?! You have none! Stepping close to him, lowering her arm to her side she grit her teeth. I never did anything to harm you. She was barely able to speak calmly, her voice was trembling like her body. So why, why are you such an ignorant asshole? Aren't you supposed to be the good holy one? So, why. She demanded and answer from him.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

Sweet some ass kicking time He watched her approach him yelling and screaming. He shook his head and pushed her out of the way. I have no need to tell a demon why I hate her. He said. And I have said nice things to you. He said. Your just stubborn and annoying. Their's no way to prove my mind different about you unless you can kick my ass and make me regret doing what I have to you. He said. But untill then your just a bitch, annoying, Stupid, Unimportant daughter of a demon. He said. Now demon if you don't care I have work to do.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

Madeleine hissed. You'r the demon here. I'm innocent, you torment someone for their birthright? Isn't that considered wrong? Fine. I will kick your ass. She muttered. When his hand touched her shoulder to push her she grabbed his hand in her two tiny, pale ones, and pushed himback, with abnormal strength. You want a fight? You're going to get one, She hissed, brother Her voice was dipped in malice. Do you know why I hate you? Because you don't listen to yourself, you hippocratic, egotistical, ignorant, asshole, man-whore of an angel. You don't even deserve the one wing you've got! And with that speel, she lunged, her arms drawn back as she did so. Rushing him she jumped off the ground and quickly lifted her leg, hooking it into his chest.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

He felt her push him back with her demonic power but that didn't bother him. The kick however to his chest force him to fall to his knees and cough up blood. The blow was strong and knocked the wind out of him. I don't deserve my wing?, Im a demon?. He said slowly standing up. We could have left you covered in blood and scared shitless out in the woods to be murdered by mere animals.' He said with a snarl Standing up he extended his wing and then it went into a spear like shape. Then I guess you will just have to die here and now. He said as he thrust-ed his wing right towards her chest. I don't take being attacked by a family member lightly.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

Id' rather have died than be treated how I have been my entire life... She spat, her arms crossing over her face in a defensive stance. Her eyes were like ice now. Staring him down, every move he made she mimicked nearly instantly. Her body much swifter than his. I don't take lightly to... you? Madeleine knew he'd win the fight, but she'd rather die fighting then old and still bitter. Perhaps I shouldn't force you into submission in front of our parents... She hissed darkly, their parents yelling something at them from inside the house.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

His form vanished from her eyes. Learn to master the art of speed in a fight. He said and punched her directly in the back of her shoulder blade. I won't kill you...Never will. He said. Family members don't kill. He added. His white wing was touching the ground more of a metallic color. Get back inside and don't ever try and take me lightly again. He said. I will not be so forgiving the next time you attack me. He growled and started to walk away the sound of his foot steps growing distant.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

When he punched her, she began to tumble... but she regained her footing after hand-springing back to her feet. Don't take me so lightly. She spat back at him, rushing him once more, she tackled him.. plain and simple. She wrapped her thin legs tightly around his waist, and arm around his throat and her other hand repeatedly smacking the side of his head. No, she had no fancy weapons or skills. But she had brute force and speed and skill. Something she was born with. She clung to his back, no matter how he moved, she wasn't holding on tightly enough on his throat to hurt him, just to secure her spot. She put her lips near his ear, I am not your family. I have been nothing more than a mere salve for you people. I may be of demonic blood, but I am not a demon... She hissed.
Thread: The hate between lives. ~Nymphetamine & MLF~

He hit the ground and growled as she attacked him. I don't care a demon is always a demon to me. He said with a snarl and struggled against her. He would never give into her. He knew for a fact what she wanted was his submission so she could feel better and know that he wouldn't disrespect her. You weren't a slave...You were kept well fed, Clothed, And a roof over your head. He said. You haven't seen me for over 6 years....You should be happy im leaving for good. He said and struggled against her grip. He didn't really want to wound her to the point of a hospital visit.
Thread: Tribal Boy (Me and Yaiocest)

Lawrence sat high in the treetops muching on some of the wild passionfruit that grew in this jungle that was his home. This jungle was truely amazing, all kinds of fruit grew here and many animals lived here too. The place was truely a hidden marvel. His hazel eyes looked down upon the forrest below him and he just laughed a bit gently laying on one of the branches casually as if he were not but a few feet off the ground. His brown hair was short since he cut it, hating long hair, but since he cut it with sharp rocks it was only semi even and very messy. He wore nothing but what seemed to be old tribal clothing he had found in one of those 'stone hills' as he called them. he had figured out a few years ago how to make his own. On his waist also was a very old knife made from a long ago civilization and in his hand not holding the fruit there was a spear that he had fashioned himself from seeing old ones. Though his had a black shiny stone for a tip that he had found was sharper than all other rocks. Now he had seen others of his kind before but he knew them to be bad men. They tried to distroy his jungle... Or the things in it. He stopped them each time but that got the tales of a wild boy living in the jungle. This sadly caused more people to come and try to find the wild boy. Sighing the 13 year old, though he did not know his own age, rolled off the branch catching himself on another as he tossed the pit to the ground and sighed. Today was boring, and he was beginning to feel weird once more... he knew there was something wrong with him but he wasn't sure what. I mean he had been growing taller and other things were going funny with him. Hell he was even starting to grow hair but only in small patches under his arm pits and above his genetals. He stood there until he herd something... It was the sound of some birds flying away but he knew those cries. More? he questioned but before he would think any more he was already rushing off toward the noise. Jumping from tree to tree more graceful than any creature he soon landed on a tree above where the thing was. He knew those things were like him, whatever he was... He however could not really see it clearly... this one seemed different... Their chest was large, swollen... each side seeming about the size of the things head... Seeing it from the side the body was curvy, with a rather nicely sized backside and flat toned stomach... he moved closer and closer trying to see what it was until he was on ground level.... his genetals getting as hard as the stone on top of his spear as he moved now into the light, clutching his spear in his hands he made a noise like a lion or some large cat made to intimidate her. But as he saw her turn the feelings that he had been feling were coming back harder now... He didn't know much but he knew that this thing before him was something that he wanted.
Thread: Tribal Boy (Me and Yaiocest)

Faira had always been fascinated by rumours, stories and myths. Ever since she could remember, she'd been told all kinds of strange and wonderful things, heard of all manner of things both possible and impossible. But lately, one rumour in particular had preoccupied Faira's curious mind. The tales of the so-called 'wild boy' that lived in the jungle, supposedly fighting off poachers and hunters single-handedly, living as one with the forest. Such a tale....it was....intriguing. She had to know more, for so many reasons. As Faira approached the edge of the jungle, glancing around, her mind once again began to wander. This wild boy......from the descriptions that existed, or at least elements common to most of them, this boy would be around the same age as her brother would have been, but he had vanished so many years ago. When he had been just a baby....then just gone, without a trace. The town had searched but..... Still, now her mind was focused, and as she explored the jungle, moving deeper and deeper, she looked around, searching for any sign of the wild-boy, though so far, she had been most disappointed. No sign of anything but wild animals, though as she seemed to reach a deep part of the jungle, she squeaked, suddenly looking around as she heard the loud roar, like some kind of predator. What....what was that....? Faira slowly looked around, though she saw no sign of any animal. If something or someone was there....it was well hidden.
Thread: Tribal Boy (Me and Yaiocest)

Slowly he moved from the bushes and other folliage he was hiding from. he held the spear up, about where her neck was as he made sure that it did not touch her. He looked over her and he began to slightly circle her. She was... new... strange... the most exotic thing he had ever seen. His eyes wondered her body clearly confused but from his native looking loincloth there was a buldge, one that was quite big for one of his age, maybe 7 or 8 inches long at least. IT was basically about to poke out of the thin cloth as he circled her. He made grunting noises as he made a motion for her to move down. He basically had the upperhand, he was going to use it to understand why he was having feelings.
Thread: Tribal Boy (Me and Yaiocest)

Faira gasped as she watched the boy emerging. Oh gosd so the rumours were true? The wild boy really did exist, and he was right infront of her. I.....can you understand me? Faira's first thought had been to try and communicate, but it seemed the boy had little to no intention of speaking. She squeaked as she watched the spear get close to her neck, stepping back slightly and raising her hands, trying not to appear threatening. Faira had been about to say something more, but her eyes were suddenly drawn between the boys legs, staring at the bulge down there.....the large bulge. That loincloth was about ready to slip away and reveal what was beneath. As the boy motioned for her to move, Faira nodded slightly and slowly started to kneel down. Please....can you speak? She looked up at him, and the more Faira looked, the more this boy looked.....familiar.
Thread: Tribal Boy (Me and Yaiocest)

He growled a bit but he nodded and he held up his spear Me... Speak.... Little His english was broken, probabl just words that he lerned to imitate. He knew the meanings of a few but he did not really learn their language. He bit a bit closer keeping her a spear's length away as he saw her looking down at him he growled What.... trick... you... do? he said pointing to her with one hand then pointing to his penis. he seemed confused, he had never had anyone to teach him this kind of stuff as he now was going to force her, the thing when he was around it got worse, to tell him...
Thread: Tribal Boy (Me and Yaiocest)

So he could speak....or at least a little anyway. He must have learned it from the poachers who had come here before....it was incredible that he had been able to learn anything at all in such a manner. I....trick? She blinked at the question, then looked down where he was pointing, blushing deeply. I....I didn't do anything..that's no trick....its just something that....happens. She shook her head, looking back up to his face. Look....I don't mean you any harm....ok? She tried to smile at him. Just....put the spear down and we can talk ok?
Thread: Tribal Boy (Me and Yaiocest)

They say that me once he said as he held the spear more violently toward her as he pointed to his shoulder. it had a bulletwound in it, no doubt with the whole thing being a painful ordeal to him. I not fall for same trick twice... now... show me how to fix trick you put on me liar he said looking down at her. He had every right not to trust anything she said... He stood there shaking a bit. his body was so confused and it showed... what he needed was a release... but he didn't know what he should do...
Thread: Tribal Boy (Me and Yaiocest)

I....I'm sorry.... Faira looked up at the bullet wound and bit her lip. She should've expected something like this, given the rumours it was no doubt that somebody would've taken a shot or two at him. In all honesty she was surprised he'd survived a bullet wound out in the jungle like this. The bullet must've gone right through, otherwise the boy would've been in too much pain to move his arm. But I.... She looked back down to his barely covered erection, swallowing nervously. He wanted her to fix it? Well....there was only one way she knew to 'fix' a problem like that. Look....I...I can't help you with that ok? It's.....I just can't.....it's not something I did alright? It's just.....something that happens to boys like you. If you want to fix it, you'll have to use your own hands She looked back up at his face and frowned, clearly defiant about doing any such thing willingly, especially since....in the back of her mind, the feeling that this boy was the one she was searching for was growing......more and more she suspected this boy to be her missing brother, though explaining that was going to be difficult, if not impossible.