Thread: A Fracture in the Balance (Translucentfeathers & Beelzing)

RE A Fracture in the Balance translucentfeathers x beelzing Claire felt a slight blush staining her cheeks at those whispered words, the image they painted not entirely unappealing and she was grateful for having fed earlier that day so she wasn't left struggling with thirst after those teasing tones. She was left, however, struggling with a slight flare of arousal though and it had her narrowing her eyes as the werewolf slipped into the ballroom and left her behind. Claire was rarely presented with the opportunity for a live feed that tempted her, settling instead on blood donations in bags designed as a type of prepackaged meal. It was often cold and bland, the flavor and intricacies found from a fresh source often lost in the process of testing and packaging for mass distribution that the blood servicing centers offered. It wasn't as though live feeding was deemed illegal, in fact a large majority of the elder ones and leaders of her coven chose to only drink from live hosts. There were many laws and regulations that had been put into place to stave off the practice of keeping blood slaves and unwilling victims and required a sort of verbal agreement or written contract to be put into place offering the donors any required medical care after any feedings along with promising to leave them with their will and not subject them to the thrall mindset. Most of the vampires she knew were not simply interested in a simple transaction for blood from a fresh source and the same went for those who willingly submitted themselves for feedings. Usually the terms extended beyond simple medical care, vampires 'requesting' their host live with them and providing them with a bed and food along with most basic necessities in exchange for the donor submitting to the vampires desire for a feeding at any time. More often than not it devolved into something sexual quickly, the intimacy of the feeding and sating that desire for thirst making it easy for the lines of blood lust and physical lust to become blurred. It ususlly became a game of ownership, and most of the people willing to submit themselves to such a lifestyle wanted to be owned, playing into the romantic ideals of being kept and submitting to a creature more powerful than they. Claire had been tempted before by the thought of having someone available for live feedings, it was definitely preferable to the blood bags she fed from. The idea of having someone tripping over themselves under her foot while incessantly vying for her attentions would drive her mad though. It left Claire craving the idea the werewolf left her with more than she should. The idea of a strong partner who wasn't intimated by her and refused to submit, quite possibly flipping the stereotypicsl situation, left her thoughts wondering what it would feel like to sink her teeth into Leona's warm skin, wondering what her blood would taste like when it first hit her tongue. The woman's smell wasn't unappealing, the lingering scent she had left behind of freshly dampened soil and foliage reminded her of how the woods behind her house smelled right after a storm, layered with hints of something warm and inviting like a spice she just couldn't quite place. It left her wondering if the old wives tale about werewolf's blood being foul due their biology was true or went into the same category as garlic being able to fend off one of her own kind. Honestly, it was one ofthe most ridiculous notion she had ever heard of. Claire smoothed a hand over the side of her throat before entering the ballroom, searching for her partner of the evening in the crowd while trying to force back and keep at bay those tempting thoughts she was now struggling with. When she finally caught sight of smooth brown skin swathed in purple she lingered back as far back as she knew she could get away with, already noticing the watchful eyes of some of the local covens sire's taking note of her presence before nodding in her direction. Hiding her scowl with a neutral expression, Claire moved closer to Leona after selecting two glasses of wine, for those watchful eyes' benefit, before attempting to see just what sort of indecency the dark haired woman was probably subjecting the people around her to. She extended a glass to Leona once she reached her side, refraining from simply thowing back her own in hopes that the alcohol would be quick enough to have an affect before ot was worked through her system. Maybe if she just drank from the bottle itself it would ease this tension she felt growing beteeen them before she did something irreparably foolish.