Hello person! I am obviously looking for a onexone role-play. I only have ONE active right now, and that needs fixing immediately.
Things to know about me:
I can only get on the computer on the weekends
I write anywhere between 200 to 500 words, though my average post is 327 words.
I am semi-lite, proper grammar, spelling, and fluff.
I am good with both genders, though my characters must have a blood lust of some kind.
What I expect from you:
Good, lengthy posts. I don’t care about the length. I’m a bibliophile, I love to read!
… eh other than that I’m not too picky…
Things I want to role-play:
Demons
Vampires
Vampire/Demon Hunters
Angels
I’m stuck on this supernatural thing… oblige me.
Examples of my role-playing:
1
Llyr kept one eye on Hunter as she prepared his blood. He was leaning against the door frame, his body shaking from the effort he took to keep from attacking Hunter. He had no idea how he’d gained control in such a state, but he was grateful that he had. Because, if he hadn’t, he would have killed Hunter. He squeezed his eyes shut at the thought, as if he could make it untrue. But he knew he couldn’t. He’d been hiding from the truth for years under a thick veil of insanity. The truth that he was a horrid blood thirsty monster, that his former best friend was out to kill him, and that he was facing eternity all alone; he had plenty of experience hiding from the truth, it was time to stop.
He straightened up when Hunter walked toward him again, and despite his shaking limbs he gently took the mug from her with a soft smile, though he poured the blood down his throat like a starving animal. Once again he shuddered at the taste but otherwise he forced himself to ignore it. He looked at Hunter with a sad expression, “It’s fine Miss Hunter, you were doing your job.” He chuckled, “It hurts dear, it hurts horribly. But I forgive you, I did ask you to kill me after all.” He tilted his head slightly and stared at her for a moment, watching her tap her fingers on the umbrella handle. “Which brings me to ask you…why didn’t you kill me? What you did…” He hesitated, not wanting to call himself an uncontrollable beast, but knowing that it was true, “It was dangerous and stupid. I could have killed you…” He broke off, shifting his eyes to the floor. He swallowed thickly, ignoring the dryness of his throat, “Are you doing this out of boredom? Torturing me by bringing me to the edge of death only to revive me to do it again?” He sighed, his expression both pained and confused. “Or are you merely trying to decide if killing me is the right thing to do?” He truly wanted to know. He had chosen her as his grey angel of death, but he didn’t want a cruel angel. He’d received too much cruelness over the years to want a cruel death, even as a sort of atonement for what he had done to so many people.
Watching her like this made him want to comfort her, despite what had happened last time. But he couldn’t go near her…he might end up killing her. Even at this distance the smell of her blood was almost overpowering. But he was ancient, if he didn’t have some form of control he’d be even more of a disgrace to his species than he already was. He’d be able to control himself, at least for now, it was certain that later he would kill many in an attempt to heal his wound. That thought made him freeze. He didn’t want to kill anymore. The mere thought of how many souls he’d extinguished brought tears to his eyes, and he knew better than anyone that his tears were made of blood.
Llyr heaved a shuddering sigh, “Miss Hunter…may I ask you a troublesome favour?” He asked with a gentle yet sad smile, and the realization that he was saner than he had been in quite a few years.
2
Melanthios let his small smile spread into a grin at the thought of blood. It was time to stop playing around. He moved around the street faster than any human could have moved, seeming to appear in front of the girl. He clamped a hand over her mouth, grinning in a way that displayed both his long, animalistic fangs. The golden lustre of his eyes gave way to a glowing crimson as he held a finger to his lips, ironically telling her to be quiet when she couldn’t have possibly screamed with his strong fingers holding her mouth shut.
He pushed her roughly against the wall of a building, unconcerned about anyone seeing them. If anyone glanced this way now, they’d think they were locking lips in a passionate embrace. Melanthios smiled as he lowered his lips to her pale throat. He was much taller than her so hunching over like this wasn’t pleasant but it helped disguise what he was actually doing.
He closed his eyes and gave a soft moan as he ran his tongue over her throat. He already knew that she would taste sweet. He gave a louder moan when he sank his fangs into her vein, but she merely whimpered. His hand was still locked across her mouth so she couldn’t make a louder noise than that. Melanthios would have smiled at her dilemma if he wasn’t already preoccupied with greedily gulping down her rich, thick blood.