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 Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2005 12:58 pm
|___ H E X ___| 
Welcome to Hex's Meruhen!
This is a journal for Vashtya, so please don't post without her permission unless dropping off a gift.
Journal Props and (c) to Anya, for spawning a trend. .: Stats :. Str: 4 End: 8 Int: 6 Eth: 6 Luc: 2 Chr: 2 PerStr: +2 [Focus] PerWk: -3 [Emotional Withdrawal] .: Bond/Family Info :. -- .: Wakareme :.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 12:44 pm
Directory:
.//Shop Post
.//Directory
.//More on Hex
.//Rules of the Book
.//Who's in Hex's Bad Books?
.//Belongings
.//Chronicles
.//Fanart <3
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 12:47 pm
Name: Hex Tanir Raykloe (although virtually no one knows anything but his first name)
Nickname: none.
Sex: Male
Age: Appears around his mid-20s
Type: Belief [Voodoo]
Species: Aurous
Position: Either or wink
Personality: Crazy, somewhat fanatical
Ability: Doll- Kriye
Turn ons: Pink, Chanting
Turn offs: Boredom
Looks: Pale, with black hair streaked through with crimson and red eyes. He also sports a wickedly detailed tattoo of a skull and crossbones, although why he's sporting a piratey sign, and where it is, he's not telling... ninja
Education: Virtually none, at least nothing formal, although he's spent years studying under a slew of Vaudun priests and priestesses, and is well-versed in the many applications of his faith--apparently, it's one of the few things that doesn't bore him, even after years of research and study. Lately, he's also taken an interest in Sobek's "operations", opting to accompany him when possible, since he's found he quite enjoys a sailor's lifestyle.
Occupation: Currently, he's running a shop with Sobek, one've the few living things he calls "friend", where he sells potions, and various harder-to-acquire ingredients that might be used for one's dabbling in a certain type of religious ceremony...or a good curse.
Marital status: Single
Family: None that's known, as of now.
Diction/accent: Strangely enough, his diction is exceptionally proper, and he avoids using contractions and such unless he's really upset--virtually no accent, or if it's present, it's such a mix that it's virtually unidentifiable.
Relationships: quite a few, all of them fleeting
Sexual history: Varied and extensive
Places: Isolated clearings, Sobek's ship.
Possessions: Kriye, books from all over the world on Voodoo, Godsmack (his feyvrn)
Hobbies: Experimenting with Hexes and curses on those who get on his nerves, unnerving people, exploring new places (he'll sometimes accompany Sobek on his "runs", finding the lifestyle entertaining, to say the least), being particularly inventive in bed. >3.
Obsessions: Conquest: mind, body, and particularly, soul.
Beliefs: If you don't like it, kill it. But play with it first...
Politics: None.
Ambitions: Currently, with all the tumult and change in his life, he doesn't have any overriding ambitions, other than to continue as he's done so far.
Religion: Voodoo
Superstitions: None. However, things that go bump in the night, he's found, aren't always friendly.
Fears: Rejection, fear itself.
Attitude: Complex and difficult to understand.
Taste in books/music/etc: Tribal, rhythmic tunes really turn him on--especially when they're accompanied by chanting. As for books, anything to do with his faith, and, fiction relating to the occult.
Foods: Sushi, Oysters, things that are served raw.
Favorite Colors: Black, Blood Red, and White.
Handwriting: Neat and precise.
Astrological sign: Taurus
Talents: Making people uncomfortable, bedsport, he's quite skilled at spell casting, and, oddly enough, he's able to focus on a particular goal or task with almost frightening intensity, when he feels it's worth accomplishing, which has come in handy in his casting some of the more violent voodoo curses, or when trying to learn how to hold a sword in a way that doesn't slice his own belly open, at Sobek's behest.
Strengths: His slender build and pale skin belie his ability to endure through acute pain or discomfort, and he's quite skilled with pins, possessing of a full working knowledge of where best to ply them to cause the most discomfort when it comes to defending himself...or an ally. High tolerance for alcohol, unlike a certain someone, although he can put on a convincing enough performance of being utterly inebriated, when the situation merits it... ninja
Weaknesses: For all his ability to endure physical pain, he's quite fragile, emotionally. When he feels like he's been rejected, or betrayed, he withdraws behind an emotional wall, hiding his pain behind a facade of what he feels are "safe" emotions--anger and hatred, mostly-which is usually accompanied by a few choice hexes, and a cold, emotionless stare. He's also easy to rile, often switching between a gamut of emotions so fast as to be frightening, and at the slightest provocation.
History:
All he felt, when the situation in Imperial became unbearable, was acute disgust for the humans among whom he'd lived for his entire life up to that point. Like Sobek, for a time he'd lent aid in the attempt to stem the onrush of demons, if only because it gave him free rein in experimenting with the more...dark side of his art, without fear of repercussion.
So, when Sobek (the only being he'd met to date who didn't either bore him to tears or make him want to sharpen his pins within moments of their first meeting), had decided to journey from the doomed continent to seek out a new center of operations, Hex had accompanied him. Not that he'd admitted that it was because he rather enjoyed the company of the other dou. Instead, he'd claimed that it was because Sobek needed his protection. The other dou, of course, knew it for the half-truth it was--after all, Hex hardly had a protective bone in his body, and that only for those who he deemed worthy of his trust and protection.
After what felt like eons of searching, the pair, accompanied by their feyvrns (Morgan and Godsmack, respectively), and Hex's doll, Kriye (who almost seemed to have a mind of his own, although how that was, Hex never would say XD), stumbled across an area of verdant forest and surrounding swampland that appeared to have remained undiscovered by civilization, to date. It was perfect, at least in the eyes of Hex, who enjoyed the wild, unpredictableness of untamed land, and who would often spend days wandering through the wilderness searching for a particular ingredient that he needed. Needless to say, the pair didn't take long to decide that this would be their center of operations--they may come and go elsewhere, but this would be home.
Current:
Coming Soon... ninja
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 12:49 pm
Please note, from here on out, the rest of these posts are written by Hex himself, on a smallish bulletin board posted on the front door.
Rules: Obey them or Die.
- Do NOT touch my belongings--any of them.
- I would prefer it that you refrain from even looking upon objects that belong to me...unless I'm showing them to you *purr*
- If you are not willing to leave your clothes at the door, do not waste my time.
- If you value your life, it is better have chocolate on you, just in case I need appeasement.
- No, I will not put a curse on your ex-boyfriend/husband/lover/friend to make any body part shrivel up and fall off. So refrain from even inquiring.
- Check this bulletin board for more rules
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 12:51 pm
The Black Book...and it doesn't hold Phone Numbers.
No-one...but Damion, you're on eggshells. YA HEAR?!
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 12:53 pm
Belongings:
Note from Chieko, after his first meeting with Damion
A potion, also from Chieko, of what he won't say...although he smiled when he sniffed it upon its arrival...
And odd stone that was delivered to Hex--he's not quite sure what it does yet, but he's been experimenting with it on an almost nightly basis. <3
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 12:55 pm
Chronicle of Events:
June 28th, 2005:
Journal set up.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2005 1:00 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 1:45 pm
Travelling Log--Day 145, 3:32 PM.
As I sit here on the shoreline, staring out at the ocean, the light flickers brightly across it's cerulean blue surface, and I find it utterly captivating. I'd never realized just how unpredictable, and thus interesting, a large body of water could be, perhaps because I've always felt such an affinity to gnarled, busy forests, and so have never spent an extended period of time getting to know this particular mistress. But, I digress--this is meant to be a straightforward account of what has transpired, not a notebook filled with my oddly fanciful musings.
Finally, I believe that we've found a place where we can lay down anchor. After making a rather hasty (and, we felt, necessary) departure from Imperial, Sobek and I have been seeking a piece of shore that we may call our own--somewhere that we can keep private, and where we can always feel we can go, to be alone with our musings, to stash loot, or even research without distractions. Surprisingly, I have yet to feel the need to throttle the crocodile doushikai, or even to stick a few pins in choice places on a voodoo doll, which is an interesting situation to be in. I have also discovered that I have quite enjoyed my days of sailing with him, and so, there may be future log entries if he allows me to accompany him on his gallivanting along the coastline. Only time will tell, I believe.
On that note, I need to get going--we need to head back to the mechanical monstrosity we passed some days hence, as we need to acquire more supplies before we can begin to do anything in particular with this haven we seem to have stumbled upon.
~Hex Tanir Raykloe
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2005 8:25 pm
Morning Mischief. >3
Shutting his traveller's log with a distinct snap, Hex got to his feet, stretching luxuriously. I wonder where Sobek's gotten to...he thought to himself, deciding with a shrug that there was no better time than the present to find out.
Pushing a spare branch out of his path, Hex caught sight of the lagoon, and, if he weren't mistaken, a certain pirate enjoying the cool blue ocean...nude?
Oh, this was fantastic. Creeping forward, as quietly as he possibly could, Hex searched for Sobek's clothing, clutching a small leaf carefully by its stem, a positively evil expression alighting on his visage.
Spotting the abandoned clothing, he continued creeping forward, his eyes seeking out his longtime friend's pants, of all things.
Sobek's pants -- along with his shirt, were piled ontop of his pack and boots, almost haphazardly in the croc's desire to get wet. And wet he was, as he continued to play in his element, mostly below the water's surface, but occasionally floating on top. Luckily for Hex the pirate wasn't looking towards shore -- for the moment -- and dove again under the lagoon's surface.
Snatching the pants in question off the pile, Hex crept backward, where he was less visible, and slipped the leaf carefully into the pants, taking great pains not to get any of its oil onto his hands.
As he'd pulled the pants off of the pile, a small vial of...rum, if the voodoo dou weren't mistaken, had rolled a few inches, landing in the dirt. After slying placing the clothing back on the stack, Hex picked up the bottle, taking a seat on the shoreline, and waiting for his friend to spot him.
It honestly took a bit for Sobek to even realize he had company. Rum wasn't the only thing that could distract him, it seemed. A good five minutes more of watery play passed before Sobek even glanced at the shore in passing, and blinked as he spotted Hex, before grinning, only a smidge of 'uh-oh' on his face, hoping Hex hadn't been waiting that long for him. X3
Other than that however, the Dou wasn't embarrassed in the least, and swam abit closer to where Hex was seated.
"Come on in, the water's great!" He called, hoping Hex would join him and put off their trip a little longer. He really didn't want to go to that insane city just yet.
Grinning, his expression somewhat akin to th ecat that ate the canary, Hex shook his head, politely declining the invitation. "Nah...I think I'm comfortable here," he said, lifting up Sobek's confiscated bottle of rum, uncorking it, and raising it to his lips with a terrifyingly mischievious gleam in his eye.
Sobek's eyes widened. "Hey, that'd be mine! No fair snitching while a croc's having some fun!" He quickly swam Hex's way and apparently showing no care for his lack of clothing ran up the shore towards the Voodoo Dou, looking honestly hurt and abit upset. "Give that back, or I might have some fun switching labels on your bottles when you're not looking!"
Looking apalled, Hex nearly dropped Sobek's rum. If the pirate ever did that, not only would have have to waste pins making the other completely miserable, but then he'd have to go through and check the ingredients in EVERY container...
Sobek knew damn well what hex would do to him if he ever did that, and he was counting on the fact that Hex wouldn't see his bluff for what it was. After a brief heart-stopping moment at Hex nearly dropping the bottle, Sobek composed himself and just grinned. "I'll do it too..now gimme back my rum or you'll be looking over your shoulder every living second to make sure I'm not touching YOUR bottles!"
Hex wavered, again. Then, after rebelliously taking a swig of the pirate's rum, he re-corked it and tossed the clear bottle back at Sobek, probably far harder than he ought to have done.
Sobek flailed briefly at both Hex taking a swig and having to catch the hard flung bottle. "Easy now!" Cradling the bottle he glared at Hex further. "That was completely uncalled for." Harumphing he stormed over to his belongings and set the rum down carefully before grabbing for his clothes. If it werne't for Hex's act with the rum, the pirate might have wondered if he'd done something to his belongings, but that would have been really devious, even for the voodoo Dou. He kept that glare on Hex as he got dressed, his fun and good mood a bit spoiled pulling on his pants he reached for his shirt, thinking he might switch some labels anyway.
Hex hid a secretive grin to himself, content to just...sit back, and wait for the fun to begin. Stretching out on his back, he placed both hands behind his head, knowing it wouldn't take very long.
Sobek eyed the relaxing Dou and for a brief moment more thought he was up to something, but then discounted. He had barely gotten his shirt on though, and was reaching for his belt when he got a curious expression his face and shifted slightly. "Damn..musta been something in that water," he muttered to himself, and started to put the belt when a hell of an itch started. Squirming slightly he tried to ignore it but found that wasn't going to be possible.
Blinking furiously Sobek finally tried to start scratching himself. There was no way in the hells something in the water could have done th-- "HEX!!" He snarled as he finally realized what had happened, and immediately dropped his belt and pants, to see what the hell was in there!!
Sinbari: <>
Hex, at this point, could no longer contain his mirth--the expression on the croc's face was PRICELESS. Howling with laughter, he clutched at his stomach, writhing in the dirt--it took quite a bit to get the voodoo dou so amused...but, the comment about there having to have been something in the water had simply pushed him over the edge.
Finding the leaf, the pissed off croc grabbed it, not caring if his hands started itching too, and charged hex (although it was more hopping in a weird fashion), hoping to share some of his gift!
Recovering quickly, Hex scrambled backwards--he had a salve packed away somewhere in his storeroom, but the thought of having to make his way back while itching was not one the dou relished. Pain was one thing, but itching...he shuddered at the mere thought.
And Sobek was hoping he'd have some sort of cream for this..if he got Hex with it, he'd find out which one it was without having to test all of his bottles XD "Come back here you evil thing!" Not even bothering to grab his pants or anything else he tried to tackle the voodoo Dou before he could get to his feet and run. If he had his way, the leaf would go down hex's pants too, by the gods!
Kiriku78: Pants, skirt, wahtever! XD >>
With an indignant, embarrassing...squeak, Hex thrashed as the croc tackled him. ...Damnit. "You do it, and I'll add something even nastier to your rum!" he threatened, although he was still amused enough at Sobek's misery that the threat was an empty one.
Sobek didn't care at this point, and tried to one-up Hex. He pinned the thrashing Dou and tried rubbing the leaf all over hex's stomach and chest before attempting to shove it down so hex'd be itching where he was! *squirm, squirm*
Grimacing as he felt the oil from the leaf smearing across his chest and stomach. It was potent, and already he could feel the beginnings of what he knew was going to be a horrendous itch. When the crocodie dou, however, went for that portion of his anatomy, Hex hissed something that sounded distinctly like "I hope your c**k rots off!" under his breath as he tried to twist free.
Sobek heard that! And growled back at him "No you don't, because then you wouldn't get any!" before thrusting the leaf down Hex's skirt thing and making sure he couldn't take it out any time soon! Ahh revenge was swee-- *blinku-- scratchsquirm!* >.>;;;;
Growling, Hex wriggled backwards, trying to get away--damn, but the croc was HEAVY. "Oh, that would be the LEAST of my worries!" he muttered, the itching sensation spreading farther south
Satisfied he got Hex back good, Sobek finally let him go, rolling over and scratching himself more, all the while snarling and growling and complaining!
Clamboring to his feet, Hex took a pin between thumb and forefinger, jabbing it at the other dou's ankle, not even sticking around to see if he'd hit it before turning on his heel and heading back towards his medecine box, scratching at his chest and belly with a grimace.
Augh, but the croc would have to keep up with him to figure out which stuff to use on his own itch..he'd be damned if he was going to let Hex cure himself and not Sobek. Scrambling to his feet he ran to get his things, not even bothering to put anything else back on (he wasn't gonna even think about putting those pants back on until they had been thoroughly washed!) before following the Voodoo Dou back. There wasn't a chance in hell Sobek was gonna make the trip to Elysium today, and if Hex wanted to go, he could walk as far as he was concerned.
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Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2005 9:53 pm
A Meeting at Midday
*Damion was lounging in a hammock, just out of the sun. He had picked these two particular trees, because they were MASSIVE, and yet still allowed soft flickers of green light to filter through. His ribs were still bandaged, and they probably would be for a while, but at least he could softly breath without mind blowing pain ripping through his chest.*
The grounds are overgrown except for the plants and grass neartest to the house, and the trees are tall, and despite not being very close together, shade the large mansion from the sun. Only the top floors are uncovered, and those show the most wear, paint peeling from the elements. Despite it's run down appearnce, the house is still impressive, and in it's youth, must have been very beautiful.
Hex wrinkled his nose, having gotten separated from Sobek in the teeming mass of humanity that was Elysium. Fricking humans...he thought, giving a particularly pushy laborer a vicious glare.
So caught up in his mental beration of humanity was he, that the voodoo doushikai didn't even notice when he initially passed from the bustling inner city into the far more quiet outskirts, until he'd wandered even past the limits of the less populated outer reaches of the city itself. Much...better. was his first thought, as he noticed that he was actually alone. Curious, he meandered easily through the sparse forests, unaware that he was, in fact, trespassing on private property. His footfalls were not unnecessarily loud, although he made no effort to walk quietly, opting instead to focus his attention on the sounds of the forest.
Spotting a particularly rare plant that could be used for all sort's of incantations, the pale doushikai grinned, pulling out a small pouch that had been dangling at his hip, and, plucking the small plant carefully, wrapping it in a soft cloth before sliding it carefully into the leather pouch and pulling the drawstring taut.
*Having been watching that particular plant from a high tree branch, a young, pink haired girl was surprised to find a rather interesting looking creature wander up, pluck the plant, and place it promptly in his pouch. She tilted her head to the side, before she smiled* "Um, excuse me, is that plant special?" *She called down, trying to be friendly*
Stepping back and glaring up the tree, Hex wondered who had disturbed his solitude. Great...human. The thought was accompanied by a slight curling of his lip--after the fiasco in Imperial, and the human response to it, what little respect he'd had for the race (and it wasn't much; they were boring, for the most part), had turned to disgust. "It's used in certain salves and...other things." he said cryptically, using one hand to shade his crimson gaze.
"Oh! How interesting!" *She shifted her butt around on the branch, eyeing the ground a bit, before she jumped, landing in a crouch, waving her arms a bit to keep her balance* "Would you like some tea? Or, maybe you'd like to see another interesting growth?" *She smiled at him, winking one pink eye shut in the sun. She had noticed the curl of lip, though she made no show of it*
Hex blinked. He couldn't help it--something about this....person had thrown him off balance. Didn't she know what he was? Hell, he didn't even LIKE tea, and yet he was considering taking her up on the invitation--she hadn't bored him...yet. and he had plenty of pins on him, if it came to that.
*She smiled a bit more, tilting her head to the side* "I have all sorts of tea, and if you dont' like tea, other drinks! And maybe you can find more plants on my property." *She turned, and started to walk. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and flipflops, and she picked up a ragged old leather backpack as she passed it. She seemed relaxed, comfortable with him, even though she didn't know him*
Narrowing his eyes, Hex followed the young woman, every sense he possessed at attention--she was too friendly, and it was suspicious. He tilted his head forward slightly, causing a black-and-crimson lock to cover one eye, keeping a short distance between himself and the human woman.
"I'm Chieko, by the way. Chieko Meng Ue." *She smiled over her shoulder, still walking. She motioned over to the occupied hammock a little ways away as they moved out of the sparse forest* "That bump on a log is Damion. If you prefer his kind of company, you're welcome to go visit, but I warn you, he's a grouch. He IS fun to torment, however. he's all, 'rarr, grr! Bleh, life sucks, go get killed, woman!' and stuff." n_n
Hex's eyes widened slightly, although he quickly hid the telltale sign of surprise behind a mask of impassivity. Why on earth would a woman of their kind be living with one of us...? He wondered, although he'd never really held much respect for his own race, either. "...Hex." he said simply, letting her interpret his terse introduction as she would--already, he was wishing he was back to his potions, or stealing Sobek's rum, if all else failed to entertain. Casually, he strolled over to the prone dou, peering down at him curiously with one eyebrow raised.
*Chieko left the two Dou to interact as they would, hopeing it wouldn't turn into something she'd have to break up, or, you know, yell at a lot, since she was pretty sure she'd be no match for anyone.*"If you want a drink, just yell." ^^
*Damion was laying on his back, one arm drapped over his eyes, his tail hanging from the side of the hammock. His chest rose and fell evenly, showing he was asleep, if only lightly. He was distracted, however, or he would have heard the approach*
Hex played with a pin idly, debating all the points on the canine's body that would bring the most pain. It was a tempting thought, but not one he was willing to indulge...yet. Besides, doing something like that to a sleeping body wasn't good sportsmanship, until they'd pissed one off. Instead, he nudged the hammock with an elbow.
*Damion's arm lowered quickly, before he winced, the sudden motion bringing him pain. He looked up at Hex, frowning, ears laying back. The relaxed look to his body was gone, and now he looked tense and alarmed* ".....Who are you...?" *His voice was soft, due to the fact that talking loudly hurt more*
"Your worst nightmare, if your expression is any indication." Hex said blandly, settling on a nearby stump, although he was still wary of how easily the woman had left him alone with an apparently helpless dou, when she had hardly even known his name. "I was wandering around, and happened to come across...Chieko?" he put a questioning sort've inflection to the name, as if he hadn't been paying all that much attention to her name..which he hadn't. He'd been too worried about being ambushed, since he wasn't particularly skilled at hand-to-hand combat, although he didn't particularly fear pain.
"....You are no where near my worst nightmare...." *The feral dou eyeballed Hex, ears still laid back. His eyes were studying him, nose was studying him, ears were studying him. "....Chieko is the owner of this place, and annoyingly chipper and happy woman.... all too trusting, and too inquisitive..." *He was too tired to remain as tense as he was, and his body started to relax a little, as there had been no initial attack.* "....Be careful, if you are injured, she'll steal you away to mend you and coo over you and gush friendly crap at you..."
Hex snorted. "She would be welcome to try, but, as it happens, that isn't an issue." he retorted, tilting his head slightly to the side as he returend the feral dou's measuring gaze. "So what happened to you?" he asked, utterly blunt, as always.
*Damion tried to shift to get back to a comfortable state, but his ribs were complaining, loudly* "....A tree attacked me..." *His eyes looked back into Hex's, watching his reaction. This was the second Dou to find him in such a state, and it was starting to aggrivate him* "....Your name?"
Hiding his mirth, other than a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, Hex inclined his head politely. "Happen often?" he couldn't help asking, before deigning to reply to the other dou's question. "...Hex." he said, not feeling particularly communicative.
"Damion. And I suspect if it happened often, I'd be dead." *He grunted at Hex, having no such mirth himself. His tail flicked, and his ears laid back just a little bit more* "....Wouldn't you be more happy with the female?"
Hex's eyes narrowed. "Not particularly--I have a feeling she would be a lot less...entertaining." he replied, wishing he had a voodoo doll handy for this one--a few pins might do him some good, Hex couldn't help but think with relish.
*Damion stared at Hex for a while, yellow eyes not revealing anything he's thinking.* ".......And what makes you think that. Because I'm laying here, weak?" *His eyes narrowed slightly. He hated others thinking he was weaker then they were. Simply hated it.*
At the belligerent tone in the other's voice, Hex broke into a full-fledged grin. It wasn't a particularly nice grin, but it was a grin nonetheless. "It has nothing to do with your laying there, and everything to do with your attitude." he said, quite reasonably, he felt.
*Damion rolled his eyes* "So if I was sweet and sugary, you'd leave me alone?" *He looked back over at the other Dou, his tail flicking. He almost looked like he was plotting*
Hex grinned wider, showing what appeared to be all've his teeth. "Now it is too late--I have seen your true nature. But yes, if you had been...well, boring to pester, I might have been tempted to leave you in peace." he said, looking positively gleeful.
*His ears laid back, and that sent him into a down right sulk. He crossed his arms over his chest, and looked away* "....I'm sure there's something to eat, or someone else to bother, somewhere around here." *His toes even twitched, and he looked highly annoyed* "Isn't your guardian around?"
Hex burst into full-out laughter. "You're almost too easy." he replied, crossing his legs and making himself comfortable. "And...guardian?" he snorted. "I can take care of myself, thank you very much." he said, his voice dripping with barely-veiled disdain.
"BAH!" *He huffed, his tail flicking* "This one over there practically kidnapped me. If I wasn't injured, I'd be gone... .....and the fact she BBQs every night." *His nose twitched* "...And makes Cornbeef sandwiches..." *He then snickered at Hex* "....Bet you get to eat ham in a can. ...Delicious AND nutrious. HA!"
Hex's lips twisted up into a grin. "Actually, it's mostly home-cooked meals, for me." he said blandly, not mentioning that, with all his work with herbs and such, he was a pretty damn good cook, if he did say so himself. Most've it was over an open fire, but still...
"Ah well... " *He was still chuckling, not believing Hex* "So why're you here again...?" *He turned his head back to Hex, watching him. He was still inwardly chuckling to himself about the ham in a can. He had it once, and it had almost made him choke so hard, his eyeballs would have popped out* ".....And what do you do?"
Hex's gaze took on a faraway sort've quality, as if he were thinking back on a pleasant memory. "I'm a practicioner of voodoo, and I sell various potions, rare incantation ingredients, and sometimes, books." he said, his gaze sharpening again. "I throw a mean curse."
*Damion watched him, the far away look* "That makes you happy...?" *He hadn't seen that kind of happy look for a long, long time, and despite it being a different Dou, it was nice to see. He relaxed at that look, and didn't tense up quite as much as he was before* "No kidding. Got anythign to turn pink hair green?"
The voodoo dou snorted with surprised laughter. "I'm sure I could whip something up." he said, eyes flashing with mirth. "Probably something with a moss base..."
*Damion laughed, then winced, the laughter cut very short* "....Ahaha... Oh man... but somethign tells me she'd just go with it... Damn w-woman..." *He tried to relax again, breathing evenly*
Hex wrinkled his brow, and in a rare, probably fleeting, act of compassion, fished a small pot of salve from in his pouch. "Try smearing this on your ribs twice a day, it'll help it to heal faster." he said, tossing the pot onto Damion's lap. Something about the cranky feral dou struck a chord of familiarity inside of the sometimes-crazy Hex.
*He omfed softly, and went to pick up the jar. He eyed it a little, before looking at Hex. Should he trust the obviously enccentric Voodoo Dou? He wasn't sure. hte other man obviously enjoyed tormenting others*
Hex simply smirked in response--whether the other dou used the salve or not wasn't his problem.
"......Would this be another trick for you to torment me more?" *He looked back over at the other Dou, watching him. It wasn't in his nature to be so trusting, but if it healed him faster...*
Hex quirked an eyebrow. "I already told you what it's for. Take it or leave it." he retorted, tapping one sandaled foot, as if impatient.
*Damion glared at him a bit* "...." *He let out a long breath, looking back at the jar, before opening it up to sniff it* "...I don't think I'd even be able to put it on."
Hex winked. "You could always ask that woman you call your guardian to do it for you?" he offered, utterly evil.
*Damion made a face* "She's already making excuses to put her hands on me... Imagine if she did that to YOU. How would you feel?"
The other dou narrowed his eyes. "I would have my pins ready long before she laid her hands on me--no one touches me without my express permission...unless I instigate it." he purred.
"Heh... Then you know how I feel." *He growled a little* ".....agh... .I don't want her putting this one me...."
Waggling his eyebrows, Hex almost giggled. "Well, since I do not know when, if ever, I will pass this way again, so it is not like I can help you with that."
"Bah! Why the hell not?" *Damion frowned at Hex, looking disgruntled, his tail flicking and waving at Hex*
The voodoo dou seemed to think on this for a minute or so, as if pondering how best to phrase his thoughts. "Well, I really do not care for the city itself, and I have to pass through it to get here. I do not live close to the town--Sobek and I settled some way down the shoreline, where it is a lot...quieter." he said, oddly talkative.
"And, I have recently discovered that I quite like...sailing." he went on, grinning mischieviously. "Which means that, if I have my way, I shall be doing my best to schedule in a voyage or two, which would not leave me with much time to stop by, even if it was something that I saw as being worth my time." he finished, daring the other dou to argue with his reasoning.
"So be it." *He put up no arguement at all, since the Voodoo Dou had plenty of excuses for not coming back. It didn't really matter, it just meant one less being to annoy him and for him to deal with. He had tensed a little though, and his ears had given him away. He was dissapointed. Maybe he was enjoying the company he currently had* "Don't sink on your voyages."
Nodding his head, Hex behaved as though he took the other's words purely at face value. "Well, that does not tend to be a high priority on one's to-do list, when one goes sailing." he retorted. "And, if you can stay out from under trees, you could always find your way to our home--I assume your nose is more than just decorative?"
"Yes, it is for more then just decoration." *He snorted* "....Though at times, when I'm in large crowds.... urrrrgh..." *He shuddered at the memories of things he had smelled* "When I am better healed, I might try and find you. God knows you haven't been a complete and utter waste of time and air."
At that, Hex did bare his teeth, in a feral grin. "So pleased I could be of assistance." he replied, his tone rather dry.
*Damion laughed softly, pleased to have gotten a response out of Hex. He was smiling, a rare sight. Maybe finally having some company was easing him up a bit*
Hex hmmphed. Ooooh, but he was tempted to see just how much pain the other could take. All he'd need to do was use one've his many pins...But, Damion had continued to amused him, and he was turning out to have a considerably quicker mind than Hex had initially thought. ((>3)) "So you can use those teeth in an expression other than a snarl!" he grinned.
*The Feral Dou rubbed his stomach idly, still chuckling* "...Occassionaly, should the situation arise. You know, you are the second Dou to find me here. I'm begining to wonder if my Glen was too far away." *He yawned, showing even more teeth. White, glinty, sharp teeth.*
the other dou quirked an eyebrow. "...glen?" he queried.
"That was where I was living, before a tree there attempted to kill me, and a certain pink hair'd girl found me. ....It was a very, very quiet place." *His fingers kept rubbing his tummy gently*
"Sounds quite pleasant." Hex replied, eyeing Damion's wandering fingertips consideringly. ...Hmm.
".....It was..... at the begining...." *He looked distant now, his eyes showing deep, forever scarring pain, coupled with loneliness. His fingers still moved over his tight abs, over each defined muscle, dip and curve*
Vashu: ((oh, but you're evil, to torment a dou so interested in...corporal pleasure/pain. xD))
Chieko: ((My dear, you have no idea how evil I can be n_n ))
The voodoo dou narrowed his eyes, noting with no small amount of curiosity the emotions that were writ across the other's face, before his crimson gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, continued to follow the path of Damion's fingers. Idly, he wondered whether the feral dou was the sort who'd find pleasure in some pain, although his blank expression hid his musings from all and sundry.
*Damion let out a long, deep sigh, before the look was washed away, the thought that was inwardly tormenting him was pushed away. He looked back at Hex, noting where his eyes where, though he made no change in his motions. Long claws on his fingers kept scratching his own tummy, before he flexed his abs, ignoreing the protest of his ribs. It was like he had a built in cheese grater in his stomach, his abs were so hard and defined*
Vashu: ((...*melllllt* XDDDDD))
Chieko: (( muwahahaha, another ab fan xD ))
Vashu: ((hoesheet, yes. xD))
Chieko: ((*laughs evilly, lightening crashing behind her* ))
Hex's eyes gleamed, and, albeit reluctantly, the voodoo dou tore his gaze away from the tempting fingers, meeting Damion's gaze. "So, whereabouts was your glen?" he queried. "And why, if you remained there until getting injured, do you sound as though you are pleased to be elsewhere, now?" he continued, his insatiable curiosity (among other things) piqued.
"......Have you ever been in a place that you knew was wrong for you, and yet, you had been there for so long, you felt you couldn't leave....?" *He tilted his head to the side, yellow eyes heavy lidded, lips parted as he breathed evenly. It seemed his rubbing his own tummy was acting like a relaxant. He was smiling again, though, almost slyly, before he bounced a peck. His tail twitched at the pain THAT particular motion, and he made a mental note not to repeat it unless he absolutely had to*
Hex shifted, certain portions of...himself causing him a fair bit of discomfort. There were some urges that the voodoo dou was NOT used to controlling. "...Somewhat." the dou replied, somewhat pensive. He wasn't sure he did, at least, not to the extent that Damion's statement implied. "But then, habit is always difficult to break away from." he said, grinning slightly--ironically, that statement applied quite well to his current...discomfort.
".....Yeah well... there's your answer...." *He chuckled softly "...You seem tense. Are you alright?" *He tilted his head to the side, looking oblivious to Hex's particular kind of discomfort.
Ooooh, but this one was evil. Hex narrowed his eyes slightly, as if trying to measure whether the other was mocking him with his indifference, or whether Damion really WAS oblivious to his predicament. Well, only one way to find out. "Yes...but of course." he virtually purred, running one pale hand up along his torso, as if he were going to scratch an itch.
"Well, that's good. I'd hate to chase you away, now that you're interesting." *His eyes flickered ever so briefly to the wandering fingers, his ears perking at the purr. Damn his animal instints! He was no good at controling his body.
Ohohoho! Success....score. Tracing lazy circles across his collarbone, Hex smiled, as innocently as he was able. "Hmmm...? Oh, I'm in no hurry to get going--I am sure Sobek is entertaining himself suitably in town." he drawled.
*Damion smiled as he watched the slow circles, not bothering to hide his interest anymore. He knew he wasn't doing a very good job of it anyway, and his pants were becoming far too tight to be comfortable. Damnable leather. He watched for a moment longer, before he very slowly sat up, then got up out of the hammock, standing over Hex. His hands moved very slowly, and cupped the sides of Hex's head, making sure to move in slow, deliberate motions as to not startle his enccentric, but interesting new friend, before he leaned over, and laid a very soft, gentle kiss on Hex's forehead* ".....This was a good meeting, Hex. It would be nice if you found your way to this place again. You would be very welcome." *Ah, if only Damion was that kind of Dou, that kind of being to casually enjoy another body. But he wasn't, and he wasn't about to continue to tease Hex with such thoughts*
Not one to be spooked, had the other decided to play the game a little more, Hex nonetheless recognized a polite turn-down, when he saw one. Batting at Damion's hands in irritation, Hex got to his feet also, taking a step back. "I'm not a child, to be patronized." he said icily, his eyes blazing, although not with outright fury, more extreme annoyance--it wasn't that he expected light teasing to end in a satisfactory encouter every time, but rather that he found he disliked the presumptuousness of the other's last action, and it was enough to have him throwing up his walls. It was unlikely that this dou would wander this way again any time soon.
Bowing sketchily, he turned to leave. "Pleasure, I am sure." his tone was cold, unapproachable, and even. "Enjoy the rest of your afternoon." he said politely.
*having his hands batted away annoyed him, a lot. He wasn't one to toss around softness in such an easy manner, and to have it so heavily rejected... He said nothing though, the realization coming ot him, that he had given it too quickly to this Dou. He turned towards his little cottage, and headed for it, on all fours, his tail flicking. He had a huge need to get his pants off, and the Goodbyes had been said.*
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 1:44 pm
Stalking back towards the ship he and Sobek had left docked in Elysium, Hex muttered in irritation at the patronizing tone the feral doushikai, Damion, had dared to take with him. Arrogant a*****e--what did he think I was, twelve? he fumed, not even noticing how much easier it was making his way in the ship's general direction--people were, perhaps instinctively, giving the voodoo doushikai a wide berth. As he approached the gangplank, he felt a slight, sharp pain beginning--he'd experimented with a new hex that day, to see if he could protect the ship from intruders--and the only being he'd left safe from its effects had been Sobek--he'd wanted to test out how effective it was, and the best way to do so was to feel for himself how powerful the agony would be.
Taking another step, then another, a small, tight grin of satisfaction crawled across his visage, as he could feel the pain spike viciously through his body--it was intense enough to be just what he needed after that annoying close to his first meeting with Damion. By the time he'd reached the deck, a faint sheen of sweat glistened on Hex's pale brow, and with a small, self-satisfied nod, the voodoo practitioner muttered a short incantation. Content that the experimental spell had been a success, his irritation came crashing back, now that his mind was unoccupied once more. Muttering something about pins and a doll, he headed belowdeck, still fighting the urge to cause something, (anything, really) pain.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 11:33 pm
*Damion was wandering around the city, rather disgusted with all the smells he was having to put himself through just to find Hex. He hadn't lost the trail yet, but he was begining to wonder if it was worth it. He pressed on though, holding a package tucked agianst his chest with one hand*
Hex, of course, was already on board Sobek's ship, cloistered belowdecks. And, also true to form, he was still muttering about nailing a certain feral doushikai's balls to the nearest wall if he ever saw the "arrogant b*****d" again. Stalking back out through the cabin door, he slammed it behind him, and strode angrily abovedeck, standing at the rail for a moment or two, glaring moodily out at the sea.
*By now, Damion had managed to come to the docks, and he was shuffling back and forth. His nose was a wreck, and this was the last place he had smelt Hex. His nose was still going like mad, and he was annoyed that he hadn't found the Voodoo dou yet, and even more annoyed that he had lost the scent. His eyes wandered up the ship he had stopped at , and he scowled. ...He didn't want to admit that he was also nervous about this meeting. Hex had been so upset, and that's not what Damion had wanted, not at all*
Hex turned back towards the shore, wondering where in all hell Sobek was. As his blazing red gaze flitted across the people crowded on the docks, he caught sight of a certain furry dou, and the voodoo doushikai couldn't help the malicious curling of his upper lip that occurred. He stayed where he was, debating the pros and cons of the assorted hexes and curses, some of which would cause the feral dou discomfort for days...
*Damion already looked like he was suffering, the pain in his ribs making it even hard to breath right now, but he was determined to find Hex. He was hunched over, and he was pacing, cuasing several people on teh docks ot avoid him like the plague. He stopped, and rested a hand on his side, his head drooping*
In his current state, withdrawn, as per his norm, into a shell of dispassionate anger, Hex watched Damion pace, yawning as if bored. Serves him right, anyway--and what the hell is he doing here?
*the feral dou took a few deep, shuddering breaths. He was determined, and he wanted to find Hex. Right now* "...................HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXX!!!" *Oh man, Damion could be loud when he wanted to be. Ear splitting loud.*
Wincing, Hex had to fight the urge to cover his ears--deliberately inflicting pain upon himself (like leaving his protectionary curse on the boat to see how painful it would be to an interloper earlier) was one thing, but that noise. It caused his eardrums to shudder in agony, kind of like when someone runs their fingernails down a chalkboard. With another snarl-like twisting of his lips, Hex hurried over to stand at the railing closest to the docks. "What the hell do you want, you arrogant jackass?" he hollered down, ignoring all of the passers-by who had stopped to watch the spectacle the pair was putting on.
*His head whipped up, ears perking at the sound of Hex's voice* "I came to see you." *He yelled back, turning to face him* "I brought you something." *Holds up the package, his tail wagging very slightly*
Hex's eyes were cold. "I do not think I want anything you would be giving." he said, his tone clipped.
"Just look at it." *He held it up* ".....Hex, please."
...Damnit. Again, he wondered where Sobek was, and why the crocodile dou hadn't yet returned to the ship. "What the ******** are you doing here, anyway?" he bit out.
"I came to give you this, and apologize. Can I get on the ship?" *He paced a bit, watching Hex. His ears were still perked, and he brushed some hair out of his face*
"...I do not particularly care what you do--and, furthermore, I do not see how an apology is going to help matters." Hex retorted with a shrug, stalking back to where he'd originally been standing, at the rail on the far side of the boat.
*Damion snorted. Oh, Hex thought that was that, eh?! SO wrong! He looked for a way in, growling dangerously, hugging the package back against himself*
Having decided that, perhaps, ignoring the other would work where cold fury would not, Hex did not say another word, instead looking merely vaguely impatient, as if the other were intruding on his time.
*Damion stalked up the gangplank, his tail flicking with annoyance. Stupid Drama Voodo Dou, this was so stupid* "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEX!!!" *He wasn't about to give up just yet*
Hex hid his wince, this time, although he now had to wonder if his hearing would ever fully recover. "What?" his voice was crisp, and to the point.
"Hex. I wasn't patronizing you." *He stalked up to the other Dou, grunting. All this yelling, all this walking, all this tension, he was in a horrible amount of pain*
Hex quirked an eyebrow. "I do not particularly care, one way or the other." he said, his expression warning Damion quite clearly that, if he wished to remain whole, he wouldn't press the space issue.
*Damion stopped, several feet away. He was here to show Hex that he was sorry* "....You do care, or you wouldn't have been so upset." *He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to relax, but it was hard, since he was so upset*
"..I was ANNOYED. Not that that should concern you." he retorted, his posture stiff, bordering on bristling.
"....Ah.... and now you hate me?" *He bent over slowly, to put the package down. He was close to panting now* ".....Hex.... I'm sorry..."
Hex slid a bit farther away. This was not going according to plan. How the ******** did you keep hating someone who wouldn't let you DISLIKE THEM IN PEACE?! "Whatever." he was wavering, and, being an unfamiliar sensation, he tried to quell the urge to forgive.
".....Won't you at least open and take a peek at my package?" *He hoped dirty humor might help him along. Hex was the frist Dou he had actually gotten along so well with, and he really wanted to be friends. ...Something he hadn't wanted in a long, long time*
Hex did smirk at that comment. "Do I get to rate it on a scale of one to ten?" he queried, his tone vaguely mocking.
"I don't think my ego would handle what rating you'd give me, right now." *He nudges teh package closer to the Voodoo Dou with a toe, crossing his arms over his chest*
Hex narrowed his eyes slightly, although he grudgingly admitted to himself that, as things stood, that had been a prudent decision on Damion's part. Bending down, he picked up the package in question, opening it up carefully, as if he half expected the contents to attack him.
*Damion watched the Voodoo Dou intently, wondering if the gift would be well recieved. His tail flicked, and he stood in his place. his tail wagged a little more, sicne Hex had agreed to open his gift*
((The note lays on top of the Bottle))
Pulling the note out gingerly, Hex's brow wrinkled slightly. He had to be going soft, or something, to even consider letting the note, so innocently phrased, change his take on the feral dou's behavior when last they'd spoken. Beneath the note lie a dark, reddish bottle filled with some sort of thick liquid that almost seemed to cloy to the sides of the bottle when it was sloshed around. Intriguing... he couldn't help but think--he'd have to figure out what exactly it was, when he had more time. Later. Looking up from the note, he tilted his head slightly to the side at Damion's intense scrutiny. It was enough that he had to fight the urge to shift uncomfortably.
".....What is that?" *His facial expression had changed to a scowl as he pointed at the note, his tail flicking with annoyance* ".....I didn't write that." *He now looks almost pouty, and emabarassed! Even though he didn't know what was on the note*
Hex simply smirked--if he couldn't jab pins into anyone, he'd be damned if he was going ot deny himself the pleasure of making Damion squirm. "What? You mean the romantic poetry wasn't from you?" he asked, furrowing his forehead as if trying to think of who might have written it.
*His eyes bugged, and he stepped forward to snatch the note* "ROMANTIC POEM!? What did that woman write?! Stupid female, meddlign in my things!!"
Hex kept the paper just out of reach. "Ah ah ah...blaming your GUARDIAN...so uncouth!" he interjected smoothly. Oh yes, this was almost as satisfying as it would have been to have made something writhe in pain.
*Damion hrmphed, and crossed his arms back over his chest, turnign his nose up at the note now* "Feh, whatever. I wouldn't think you be the type to fall for that kind of mushy crap." *He was almost blushing under his fur*
Hex quirked an eyebrow. "Falling for? I do not recall saying that I had fallen for anything?" he retorted, folding the aforementioned paper up carefully, as if it really had been a love poem...or something else that hte voodoo doushikai would treasure.
"You're not being angry at me." *He pointed out, looking at Hex* "....Am I forgiven?"
Hex's expression closed up slightly. As close to being as you are going to get." he replied. Perhaps he should have strung the other along for a bit longer?
*Damion let out a long sigh* "....Well. Do you at least like the gift?" *Damnit, he wasn't good with people, and this was really ******** hard. He had to fight the urge to just say ******** it and walk away, but, he didn't want that. He wanted Hex to be his friend, so, that's what he was going to do*
"The gift intrigues me immensely." Hex replied, his eyes glowing slightly, as if he couldn't hide his glee at the as-yet-unidentified bottle he'd been given. "...Thank you." he continued, the words said gruffly, and so low as to barely be audible.
*Damion nodded, happy for that at least* "....Are you hungry?" *He inquired, not sure what to do now. He knew what he wanted to do, and that involved massive tongue action, but, he didn't figure it'd go over too well*
Hex shrugged, as much at a loss as the other. "Not really. Don't you need to be finding somewhere to sit down soon, anyway?" he asked, motioning vaguely in the direction of the other's ribs.
".......I was just thinking of passing out here. It's nice out..." *He smiled weakly at Hex, his tail wagging a very little bit*
Hex rolled his eyes. "You'd be likely to get splinters." he said blandly, thinking, with a grin, that there were far more interesting ways to accomplish that other than to pass out. "However, I think Sobek had an extra hammock strung up belowdecks, if you need it..." he trailed off with a slight shrug.
*He nodded, eyes lowering a bit. He stood in place, though, for some reason. His tail even stopped wagging*
Hex blinked. NOW what? he couldn't help the stray thought that sprung to mind. "Is there something wrong?" he questioned, leaning forward slightly, as if debating prodding the other doushikai curiously.
"......Give me a hand there?" *His voice was weak, and his ears drooped. He looked like he was in a LOT of pain*
...That had been quick--from downright energetic to looking ready to keel over in less than a minute flat. Stepping slightly to the other's side, he offered his shoulder up as a crutch, of sorts.
*Damion leaned on Hex, hooking his arm over Hex's shoulder, letting his weight lean against Hex. He whimpered softly, not pleased that the sound had managed to slip through* "...Thanks." *he said softly*
Bracing himself, Hex had to admit to a small amount of concern when the seemingly stoic dou beside him whimpered. "We'll have you settled in no time flat." he muttered, half-dragging the other dou in the general direction of the extra hammock strung up belowdeck.
*He went willingly, resting his other hand on Hex's chest. He was very happy when the hammock came into view, and his tail wagged a little bit* "....Hex."
"...hmm?" Hex murmured, not really paying attention as he continued maneuvering the other dou towards the hammock.
*His voice was very soft, and silky* ".....I have one more thing for you." *He stopped in front of the hammock, still leaning heavily on the other dou*
"...what?" Hex narrowed his eyes slightly, turning his head to face Damion. What on earth was he talking about now? He hadn't brought anything else with him, had he?
*Damion leaned down quickly, and planted a very firm, very hot kiss on the other Dou's lips, suddenly hugging Hex tightly. He growled softly, sexually, one hand sliding down Hex's back to grip his butt*
Hex stiffened, utterly taken aback. Where the ******** did this come from?! he mentally flailed, completely out've his element--first, he was treated much like one might treat one's younger sister, or a cousin they were particularly fond of..and now...there was this? With a low, quickly strangled groan, the voodoo doushikai tried to regain his bearings enough to decide how to react--should he be angry again? That didn't seem quite right--the feral dou was proving to be quite skilled with his...mouth. Raking his fingernails hard enough to be felt, but not hard enough to draw blood, down Damion's back, Hex returned the kiss with no small amount of skill himself, although he made no move to carry it beyond just that.
*Damion groaned happily that he hadn't been bit, and his hand gently rubbed Hex's a** a little harder. Even happier, he discovered the Voodoo Dou was not unskilled with the return of affection, and he hugged Hex closer, though only briefly. The nails down his back had casued searing pain to rip through his ribs, since the tree had landed on his back, and with a shuddering breath, he pulled his lips back, away from Hex's, though he desperatly wanted to continue*
When the other pulled back, Hex did also, although he was reluctant to do so. Taking a step back, he inclined his head slightly, unsure of what to do next--he felt as though he'd been knocked off balance--and it wasn' t a state of being he relished.
"Hex...." *Damions voice was very weak, and pressued, as though just attempting to breath caused him pain* ".....Lay with me tonight....?" *His eyes were mostly closed, and he wobbled slightly*
Hex's eyes widened, and he had to wonder that he'd heard correctly. "Why would you want me to do that?" he pressed, looking a bit skittish.
*He sighed, softly, before moving ot get itno the hammock* "....Because you're warm, and I like you, Hex...." There were so many things he wanted to say to Hex, to explain to him, but, he was exhausted, and he was sure Vash needed to get to sleep*
Wrinkling his nose, Hex thought about that. It just wasn't something the voodoo dou usually did, as the thought of trusting another enough to fall asleep beside them was almost completely unheard of. And yet...perhaps a compromise could be made. "I could move my hammock out here, if you'd like." he offered, although he wasn't quite sure why.
*Damion had already laid down in the hammock, his tail drapped over it. His skin was shivering, and he was breathing hard. He nodded a little bit, agreeing to what Hex suggested, before passing out from a stuff mizture of pain and exhaustion. He was laying on his back, an arm resting over his chest, and he laid very still*
Muttering something under his breath about foolish, feral doushikai, Hex did, nevertheless, drag his hammock out, and set it up alongside hte other, already sleeping doushikai's temporary bed. Before climbing in, however, he tossed a spare blanket over Damion's prone form, muttering to himself about going soft all the while--if Sobek ever found out, he'd never hear the end of it...
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 9:45 pm
OOCNESS. Included just cause it was fun. <3.OUT-OF-CHARACTER (as in, not involved in their lives, or otherwise influencing events later on) mainy1981: *Damion was still in the hammock where Hex had left him, still sleeping. He had been there for a while, not moving, hardly breathing, his head turned to the side. He looked defenseless and weak, and prone to anything*
VashtysEscape: Hex yawned, stretching. He hadn't slept well, as evidenced by the oh-so-sexy dark circles that framed his crimson eyes.
Rolling onto his side, he looked over at the still-sleeping feral dou--he looked so innocent, the voodoo dou had the almost irrisitible urge to see just how far he could take things without awakening Damion. Shrugging, he decided against it, rolling out of the hammock and making his way (quietly) abovedecks.
With a grimace, he wondered what he'd say, when the other finally awoke. The whole morning-after thing SUCKED, and they hadn't even ********. ...Damnit. Sighing, he glared moodily out at the sea, wishing he had something sharp to throw at a school of fish that swam cheerfully in the water beside him.
mainy1981: ((I should have mentioned, Damion sleeps in the nude.
VashtysEscape: ((WHUT?!))
VashtysEscape: ((he didn't strip in our last RP session! *flail* XD))
mainy1981: ((Oh yeah. Totally buck nekkid. He'll do it in his sleep if he doesn't do it before he sleeps. ))
VashtysEscape: ((NO. WAY. *nosebleeddeath* and dood, maybe Hex tossed a blanket over 'im? >.>))
mainy1981: ((Sure n_n ))
mainy1981: ((...Muwahahaha.))
VashtysEscape: ((XD)
mainy1981: *Damion didn't make it noticeable, but, he had awoken when the other dou stirred. He waited till Hex had left though, before getting up, wrapping the blanket around his bare hips. Damion slept in the nude, no matter what, even if he had gone to sleep in his clothes. Sometimes he didn't even recall taking his clothes off, he just woke up nekkid. After waiting a moment, he headed up on deck after Hex, silently stalking after the sexy Voodoo dou*
VashtysEscape: Hex remained oblivious to the other dou's presence abovedecks, so distracted was he. It wasn't a particularly safe mood for anyone to be approaching him, as he was struggling to shove his turmoil aside, which usually led to his withdrawal behind a bland facade, until he felt more at ease with what was going on.
mainy1981: *Damion approached till he was a few feet away, out of arm's length* "....Morning, Hex." *His voice was soft, and the blanket was held in place by one hand. He wondered what had Hex so distracted*
VashtysEscape: Turning around, Hex almost slipped, a moment of clumsiness that forced him to scrabble for the railing most inelegantly. "M...morning." he muttered, angry at himself for the slight stutter. "Sleep well?" he asked, somewhat stiffly.
mainy1981: *Damion stepped forward, moving to grab Hex's arm to steady him, out of instinct* "Yeah, I slept great. Thanks." *His blanket slipped a little, showing more hip*
VashtysEscape: ((EVIL. >3))
mainy1981: ((BUWAHAHA!))
VashtysEscape: Hex swallowed, his eyes drawn to the bare hip the drooping blanket had revealed. s**t, did the feral dou sleep NAKED?! Forcefully, he pushed the thought from his mind, focusing on meeting the other's gaze with his own. Stepping back a small step, he attempted a small smile. "Glad to hear it. Did you need some salve for your ribs?" he asked, his tone carefully nonchalant.
mainy1981: "....THat'd be nice..." *He smiled at Hex, his bandages off as well, showing deep, dark bruising that showed even under his short fur.* "....Can I get some Breakfast, too?" *He stepped closer to Hex, the blanket slipping just a liiiiittle more.
VashtysEscape: ((*nosebleeds...dies* *.*))
mainy1981: ((*Giggles evilly*))
VashtysEscape: Holding out his hand, Hex offered up another small pot of the salve. "Here you go...and breakfast?" he queried, blinking. s**t, but he could almost smell the other dou. Taking another step back, Hex bumped into the ship's ********. Unless he was sorely mistaken, the blanket that Damion was holding around his waist was hiding less and less of the feral dou's body from Hex's distinctly horny gaze. "If you can catch it, you can eat it?" he muttered, an impish gleam entering his eye.
mainy1981: *Damion put a hand on the railing on either side of Hex, and licked his lips slowly, looking down at the other Dou* ".....Like this?" *Of course, now the blanket threatned to fall completly, having nothing but smooth fur holding it up*
VashtysEscape: Hex's eyes widened. My my...Damion was full of surprises this morning. "...maybe. Depends on your definition of caught, I suppose?" he chuckled, pressing against the other dou experimentally. "And if you really wanted breakfast or not." he finished, quirking an eyebrow.
mainy1981: *The Feral dou growled deep in his chest, something Hex could surely feel if he was pressed up agaisnt his hard, furry body* "....I want my morning kiss, then I want my breakfast." *His voice was quiet, but left no room for arguement as he leaned down to kiss Hex, hard, his hands gripping the railing*
VashtysEscape: "What the...?" Hex started, almost choking on his surprise. And then Damion's lips were pressing hard against his own, and so no more words were spoken. Tilting his head slightly to the side, Hex slid one pale hand behind Damion's head, tangling his long, slender fingers in the feral dou's inky black hair. Pressing forward, he nipped at Damion's lips, hard enough to let the other know that, in this arena, he wasn't about to play shrinking violet.
mainy1981: *Damion licks hard at Hex's lips, growling more, his body pressing Hex's back against the railing, pinning him there* "......Hex...." *He said the other Dou's name in a deepl feral manner, still quiet.* "....You taste like... sex and honey." *He licked his own lips, intense yellow eyes staring down at the other Dou*
VashtysEscape: ((*puddles* *.*))
mainy1981: ((*Grins*))
VashtysEscape: Hex would have leaned back slightly, distanced himself, had he not already been pinned up against the railing. A slight tinge of pink colored his cheekbones at the feral dou's words,and his breath caught momentarily in his throat. Clearing his throat, loudly, his eyes darted from side to side. Yeah, the whole intimacy thing...NOTSOGOOD. "...thanks?" he muttered, carefully disengating his hand from the other's silky hair. "So um...breakfast, right?" he said quickly.
mainy1981: ".....Right." *He smiled, pleased how well that had gone, before he stepped back, catching the blanket at mid thigh as it fell* "......Eggs, bacon, sausage, taost, fruit." *He wrapped the blanket back around his hips* "I'm going to get dressed."
VashtysEscape: Eyes widening slightly, Hex almost choked again, for the second time in less than 60 seconds. "That's not breakfast, that's a fricking BUFFET!" he muttered, scooting quickly to the side.
mainy1981: *Damion looked back at him, flicking his tail at Hex to remind the boy that he was a wolf, and therefore, ate like a wolf* "......And?"
VashtysEscape: "And? What am I, your personal manservant?" he exclaimed, bracing his hands on his hips. What had happened to the apologetic creature who'd showed up at the docks? he wondered, narrowing his eyes slightly in indignation.
mainy1981: ".....I'm your guest?" *He grinned* "...Unless you want me to cook?" *The blanket suddenly dropped* "....Because I can't hold that, and cook at the same time."
VashtysEscape: Coughing to hide his reaction, Hex almost swallowed his tongue. "Be my guest." he croaked, eyes almost bugging out of his head. "But don't blame me if you burn some've the more delicate parts of your anatomy." he glared, pointedly refusing to look at...it.
mainy1981: *Damion smacked his own a** sharply, almost DARING Hex not to look at that* "....I warn you, I've only cooked over an open fire, and I don't think you want me to start one of those on your ship."
VashtysEscape: ...s**t. And ********, why was he blushing like a damned virgin, for crying out loud?! "Whatever." he muttered, stalking belowdecks once again. he'd make the ******** breakfast, but that'd be the LAST DAMNED thing he did for the feral dou, he swore.
mainy1981: ((*Chuckles like an evil Doctor just receiving a brain*))
*Damion smirked, and owed silently, heading for the hammock where his clothes were. This was turning out to be devilishly fun, though he realized he should head home soon. Chieko would be out soon, looking for him.*
VashtysEscape: His mutterings getting more graphic (and potentially more painful!) by the moment, Hex slammed pots and pans around as he prepared the "requested" breakfast.
mainy1981: *He got dressed, slowly, letting out a long breath. This.... fun with Hex was great, but, damn, he was ******** sore. He wanted more, but.... he was afraid. His head drooped for a moment, ears lowering to the point of almost being limp. He wasn't sure what he was doing here. All he knew was that Hex made him feel good again. FOr once in a long, long while*
VashtysEscape: With one final, satisfying slam of a heavy metal frying pan, hex surveyed his handiwork critically. It'd do, he supposed. mounding what, to him, seemed to be the huge amount of food onto a plate, he wondered again why he was doing this. For pete's sake, even SOBEK knew better than to expect breakfast from him! In addition, he didn't remember the last time someone had made him feel so off-balance.
Worse still, he couldn't really explain why he hadn't pulled back when he'd had the chance. Wrinkling his nose in disgust at his own indecisiveness, he picked up the solitary plate (he didn't usually eat breakfast), and went looking for the feral dou, half-hoping he wasn't yet fully dressed.
mainy1981: *Damion had given up on his pants, they felt uncomfortably tight today. So he sat there, on his hammock, totally in the nude. He was getting himself used to the idea of clothes again, which he did every day. Today was just taking him longer, and he really didn't feel like putting his pants on. ....They pants bothered his tail, anyway*
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 2:53 pm
Reserved for RP with Chie and Sin <3
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