ＨＵＭＡＮＩＴＹ ; ; "ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵒᵘʳ ᵉˣᶤˢᵗᵉᶰᶜᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ"

_{I just totally forgot what your user was on the other forum haha. I did remember thoughhh :0}

Even though I don't actually know who these people are, that sounds awesome Foxy! ;D

Sounds awesommeeee~ c: I'm really happy for you Foxy!

I think I had a post somewhere in the oblivion like loads of pages back so I'll try and dig it up for ya.

Hummm I think it was just Adelric being insane and idek lol I'll find out.

K these are the last two posts. I can't even start of how horrific my writing abilities are when I'm battling my phone bahah.

ｔｈｅ ｆｘｘ wrote:

After a few moments, there was shuffling outside of Kody's door. "He's trying to break out!" One shouted, and more rushing footsteps echoed through the hallway Kody was in just moments before. Adelric wouldn't be taken that easily, nor ever. He wasn't a pawn.

Minutes Earlier...
Once his captors threw him inside of the bleak-looking room, Adelric ripped away from the men and swiveled his head around, gripping his katana case. Upon finding the sheath empty, Adelric's senses heightened towards the enemies at hand. They ran towards him, circling around him, but he didn't care. He needed that katana if he wanted to get through this bullshit. "Who has it?!" He screamed, curling his fists and looking around the room. "WHO FUCKING HAS IT?!" His voice boomed through the closed room, where walls seemed to be closing around them. The other vampires seemed shocked at the metal that closed in a box, locking them away from the world. Darkness fell upon the room, and for a few seconds the men panicked and started to run towards the walls. This wasn't what they were told, Adelric presumed. They are merely here to test me. Well, Adelric shall show that arrogant little dick of a boss that he wasn't one to be messed with.
A red light emitted from the center of the room, and as the others turned their heads - revealed by the eerie glow - they realized it was Adelric's own skin. No, not skin exactly. Satanic markings, lining his arms and neck,anywhere visible. Satanic stars and numbers scattered his body, and his fangs grew slightly. "I think you should've just given me my sword." His low, arrogant voice was marked with a demonic snarl. Looking over at the men, Adelric laughed - darker and far more menacingly then previous - as he slowly walked towards his first victim...
The boss' eyes widened, watching the scene from a camera hidden in one corner of the room. This man wasn't only a vampire... he was more then that simple type of demon. Darius - the boss - had heard about this type of monster before, but never thought he would see it with his own eyes. It was more powerful than anything he had encountered. This type of demon was singular - it was only one man, Adelric - and his Latin name was Lord Elatus, which means the arrogant. He was created over a thousand years ago, and grows stronger with every death dealt by his hand. He is depicted as a 'soul-harvester' with the body of a man, the fangs of a vampire, but the blood of a king. His blood is pure, his strength unmatched by any earthly force. If provoked in such a way, glowing symbols appear on his body, which mesmerizes the victim. This demon was sent to Earth to keep other demons at bay, and to stay true to their Master, Lucifer. Gripping his chest, Darius' fear of the man turns into terror. He had not realized it, but he was close to feeling warm liquid in his underwear. Catching himself, he was gasping and shaking uncontrollably. Snatching a phone from his desk, he called his security general. "KILL HIM! KILL THAT BEAST"!
With blood scattered all around him, Adelric enjoyed the sweet taste of death around him. Breathing in the rotting flesh, he gripped his katana with pride. Limbs and severed body parts scattered the area. In the glow of his markings, the blood seemed to glow in the room, making this all the more enjoyable for the beast of a man. Gripping his side, he had been shot by one of the men. He was stronger than the others, whom all stared at his markings with awe. But, nonetheless he had been killed as well. Licking the slick blood from his sword, he relished this moment for a few seconds, before deciding playtime was over, and he had to get to Kody soon. He could feel the horror that he struck in the boss, whom had now realized just who he was. Wanting to keep his identity a secret, he looked over at the bloodied camera in the left-hand corner, and smirked. The blood of the fallen stained his lips, making things all the more real for the man. Oh, how he was going to get such a kick out of killing him! First, he had to save Kody.

♪ᴛemρσ wrote:

STUPID WORDOFYOURCHOICE PHONE.
okay attempt three i swear...)

_{The chaotic scene outside wasn't just a lit of noise and shouting. It was absolute turmoil and it became enough to pull Kody out of his pit of wallowing and force him to stagger up in to a standing position while he dependently used to cold wall to push himself up and lean on for support. Still weak and tired, bruised and in desperate need of blood to the point where it interrupted most other thoughts. What he did have of the stud rushed to kid head on standing and he took a motionless moment so that he could let his mind and vision clear before he stumbled the few steps towards the door of the room. The words of the yelling were not audible, but they were more furious than anything he had ever heard before. Driven to the point of stupid hopes, he triesto open the door from that side, as if by some amazing magic miracle I might open for him. The world doesn't work by magic miracles. The door firmly and predictably remained shut tight. Kody leaned forward against it by his throbbing forehead, but for a moment he smiled. Three guesses who the troublemaker is. Anybody who merely observes Adelric would know that he couldn't be detained, surely those other vampires knew that? It just didn't happen. His expression flood to a frown when he realised that it was also the most frightening thing to have him shouting like that and actually, even at a time like this he was happier behind the safety of the solid walls. Whatever was happening, Kody felt safer in the unknown, being his happy pacifistic self. He didn't want Adelric dead (obviously) and he didn't want the others dead either, no matter how awful they were. He knew which life he would choose other the others, but he was caught in dreams of nonexistent worlds of nonviolence. The opposite of the one he had to inhabit. And so he listened without response and tried ever so hard not to put any pictures to the awful screams that he couldn't comprehend.}

OMG
I miss this place
Alright if anyone is still here
*cracks knucklws*
Lets do this ))

Mmmm eyus you too foxy gurl ; D )) should I quote my other post? o: ))

He could kiss him or something sweet please yes no maybe hurr hurr )) I'll reply to both of em when i get it c: ))

Pff I totally fell asleep but now it's all stormy outside and I woke up urgh.)

_{Kody flinched and opened his mouth to instantly reject the suggestion, but what his voice wanted to refuse his body could not. It desperately lusted in his eyes and that moment of hesitation was more than enough to let the enticing scent hit him hard. He needed it, he had to, and that was enough for him to forget how wrong he would otherwise find this. With surprising strength and speed one of his own hands raised and grabbed Adelric's, and jerked it closer towards him. Without intending to his own nails dug in with his grip which was a confirmation that he wasn't acting on his own thoughts but on thirst; he would never be nor wish to be that sharp if his conscience was involved. The next minute ensued of transferring as much of what blood was already there in to his system. Adelric's blood was a burning against his tongue, a sharp but welcomed tang and by the time he had finished with that he'd become a bloodlusting animal. More. He wanted so much more of it. Biting down on his bottom lip while his fangs prodded at each side, Kody trailed up his arm until he found any possible place to quickly get his fangs through to what flowed underneath. He could smell it, metallic and bitter and absolutely perfect. The bite was as sharp as his grab had been - any manners and consideration had simply dissolved long before his point - and now he could only sit there with his own eyes flickered shut while he sucked in blood relentlessly. And kept going. He didn't want to let go once he'd started and only seemed to grow gradually more and more frantic the more that he got. The rapidness of his breathing was also increasing with each swallowing, heartbeat already racing.}