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Post by veil on Mar 21, 2006 19:40:37 GMT -5
The demoness Veil was off duty. Using her natural form an attractive and unclothed anthro vixen with a long forked tongue. Was swimming of rather "furry dipping" in the lake" her bare body covered only by aqua blue water and the red smoke that traveled with her everywhere.
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Post by Haruka on Mar 21, 2006 20:49:00 GMT -5
Snoozing by the lake was everyone's favorite werewolf. His arms tucked behind his head as he lay on his back in the grass. Over his face, the Daily News blew about as he snored. It wasn't a very loud noise but it was enough to alert anyone in the immediate area to his presence... and he didn't even know he did it. Mindlessly scratching his chest with one hand, the werewolf rolled onto his side without waking, grumbling about cheese in his slumber.
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Post by veil on Mar 21, 2006 20:55:21 GMT -5
As the vixen dived in to the water a monsutous SPLASH wetted everyone in a 3 mile radius. The splash shouldn't have been that big. But after all even on a day off a demon was a demon.
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Post by Haruka on Mar 21, 2006 20:58:35 GMT -5
Ice clod water drenched the werewolf in one fail swoop, but the male did nothing more than snap his eyes open and look very disorientated. He was a little confused. Two seconds ago, he could've sworn he was discussing cheese sales with the Queen of England. Now, he was cold and wet... and he smelled horrid. He needed to take a shower. Shaking his head to knock off his ADD for a moment, the creature finally managed to sit up, blue eyes looking around curiously. Why did he have the feeling he knew who was behind all this?
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Post by veil on Mar 21, 2006 21:00:59 GMT -5
"The raaaaaiiiiin in Spaaaaaaaiiiin faaaallls maaainly ooon youuuu" Sang the demon winking at the disoriented werewolf "How goes it doll face"? She knew this male werewolf. She usually followed him around the school. And she loved being the bane of his existence.
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Post by Haruka on Mar 21, 2006 21:09:45 GMT -5
Of course he knew who was behind all this. Who else could wreak as much havoc as he? Finding his trademark grin again, Lucus stuck his tongue out at the vixen stupidly. He did that to everybody...
"It goes quite damply at the moment."
Taking off his trench coat for a moment, the werewolf tried to ring it out a bit by rolling it a few times. Well, trying to ring it out a make a weapon with which he could torment his favorite demoness. Stretching the coat between both hands, he let go of one end, snapping the fabric inches from the vixen's face. but he hadn't been trying to hit her really. He wasn't stupid, and pissing off a demon was just that. but the both of them were too easy-going to get on each other's bad sides...
"What about you? Found any fresh first years walking around?"
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Post by veil on Mar 21, 2006 23:49:37 GMT -5
Being the miserable wench she was she let the rat tail find her and dissapeared just before it cracked on her smoky skin she cackled the smoke lingering just enough to sheild her unclothed body from his veiw. She loved hanging around this werewolf who was so easy to manipulate and fun to cause havoc with. "Nah..aren't any newbs today.." she smirked "However and old fogey floppy tongue like you will do just fine".
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Post by Haruka on Mar 22, 2006 16:42:10 GMT -5
Grinning as the vixen dodged his pathetic attempt to mess with her, the werewolf proceeded to unroll his coat, laying it out in the grass to dry a bit. Pulling his knees up to his chest cutely, his blue gaze searched for something to look at. It paused strangely on the fox when she addressed him in a less than professional manner, his head tilted to one side curiously. A canine habit he really needed to kick...
"A who-in-the-what-now?"
Laughing lightly, the shifter rocked back and forth slightly where he sat...
"Aw, come on. I'm not that old... and my tongue is only floppy in the Summer time cause I don't have any sweat glands. Not my fault..."
His exclamation was a bit defensive, a comic pout on his usually stubborn face.
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