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 Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 2:45 pm
He smiled slightly as he examined what she was making. He soon got bored and decided to go rag hunting. Just to be hospitable himself. It would also give her time to clean herself and her clothing. As she seemed to smell a bit. She probably couldn't smell it because of her human nose, but he could smell the sweat start to make her stink. He kind of liked it but at the same time it disgusted him. Maybe he would be genteel and nice this one time. Bring her a wardrobe or something. Since her room only contained a mattress. "I've decided to leave now... I'll be back soon." He said as he started out of the room. When he got to the entrance, this was where he like having gills. The actual entrance was thirty feet under the water. He looked at the cool loving ocean, calling to him.
((Haha just a little bit))
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 4:12 pm
"Very well." Maara spoke, watching calmly as the male headed towards the entrance. Soon after he left she finished up with this latest batch of poison, sealing each inside a tiny vial before going on to lay herself upon the poor excuse for a bed. Still, this was the closest to any form of relaxation she'd get for awhile, wasn't it?
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 4:19 pm
((Would you be okay with me making a giant post about what happened while he was gone?))
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 4:27 pm
{Feel more than free to. ^.^}
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 4:55 pm
Rowan dived into the water and swam underneath the gate. He swam quickly under and then up to the surface. He knew which homes would have the best pickings. They were in the houses of the village that he hadn't received victims from anymore. He swam into the shallows and started walking. Like before he wasn't realized to be who he was. He was found drifting by sailors who picked him up and put a towel over him. He looked ragged so they were certain that he wouldn't talk. One took him to his home where he lived with three daughters. Two were twins that were the exact same size as Maara, and the third(The oldest) seemed to have an eye for him. He acted as if it caused him a bit of grief that he had caught the eye. The father left and the daughters surrounded him. It flustered him. just how could they be around him. They dragged him into water and washed him. He didn't fight against it. And they put him in their fathers best clothing. He shuddered whenever he realized what he was wearing. They were rags... All in all, they were all rags. Soon it was dark and the father came home. As they were going to bed, He took his turn. He slashed both of the twins throats as they were fast asleep. He crept to the father and tore his face off. Pore by pore it ripped. He smiled as the delicious wine swept over him. He loved it.
Rowan turned to the oldest who was standing in the moon light. She walked to him and cut her wrist in his face. He got the smell of her blood and killed her then. He ate part of her body before going to the wardrobe that the twins used. He looked in and it was filled to the brim with shiny, girly, but seducing fabrics. Some (The ones that were in drawers) were more like what Maara wore at home. He grabbed the wardrobe and lifted it onto his back. blood still filled his nostrils and he ended up tie-ing it to his back with the sheets and left the home. He went into the water and kept the wardrobe above the water as he swam. The case would only get wet when he went into the under water gate. It was only an hour when he made it to the gate. And he dived. Making sure that when he had tied it to his person, he had tied the doors shut, he swam underneath into the dark abyss coming up five minutes later in his dark cave. He untied the wardrobe and set it in her room. Not bothering to knock. "There, you now have more rags." He said before going to take another bath. The soaps and shampoos drove his skin crazy.
((Awesome!! What do you think?))
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 10:06 pm
{I love it. ^.^}
Needless to say, when Maara saw the entire wardrobe he brought in, her jaw dropped for a few moments. The look of clear surprise soon turned to a poorly suppressed look of joy. She couldn't hide away the broad grin that graced her lips or the excited sparkle in her eyes. "Thank you!" she muttured, only digging through the drawers as soon as Rowan left the room. She quickly began picking out dresses to try on, eager to get a taste of the luxury that before had long since been lost to her. With absolutely no hesitation, she yanked her old dress off, tossing it to the side as she began playing dress-up with herself for the moment being, admiring the dresses and how each complimented some aspect of her appearance.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 2:30 pm
Rowan smiled as he heard the muttered thank you. His ears were too sensitive, he thought. He got out of the monkey suit he was wearing and washed again. He didn't enjoy it that time, as he finally got out. He felt better then and needed a nap. But he'd be fine, It wouldn't be long until he was able to get another sleep. Actually that night. He wondered what she was doing. He decided to see what she happened to be doing with the new clothes.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 2:59 pm
Maara was currently admiring her new outfits, quietly mutturing to herself plans and ideas on what to wear. She also played with her hair while doing so, thinking of the best way to wear it with each particular dress. It wasn't long until she slipped on one of her new dresses, grinning ever so broadly to herself. For once, she seemed genuinely happy. That would quickly fade, knowing her situation, but it was a rare moment that she would certainly cherish until her escape/death/whatever happens.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:03 pm
Rowan sat in the doorway and watched her. When she undressed and redressed, it didn't phase him. All humans were alike, and they didn't have any attractive since to him. But neither did the other shark women either. But his own personal taste. She put one on. "That one looks nice." He said as she looked at one imperticular. He didn't notice anything but the color, as he thought they were rags.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:16 pm
Maara nearly jumped in place, surprised to hear Rowan's voice at her doorway. Had he been watching her the entire time? She would be pleased, except of course, she has no clue how to actually take this. He didn't seem to have any interest beyond eating, for the most part. Nevertheless, Maara turned around to face him, smiling faintly at him once more. "Thank you. I think it does too." She'd go on to ramble about how each and every piece fit her perfectly, but alas, it was already obvious by merely glancing upon her glorious visage.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:20 pm
Rowan nodded at her as she rambled. He soon grew bored of her rambling. He yawned before excusing himself to take a nap. "See you in a few hours. I'll be taking a nap." He said as he left. He'd waited until she was done before leaving and going to his room. His idea of a bed was a bed laying on water. It seemed to float unless he was on it. He got on and it sank and the water dapped at his body. He turned on his side before falling asleep. He'd thrown a blanket over himself.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 2:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 3:36 am
Maara didn't realise just how she was rambling until after Rowan made clear visibly signs of boredom, outright stating that he was going off to take a nap. Slightly embarassed by her folly, she nodded slightly in understanding, falling silent as she watched him leave her room. Perhaps it would be a good idea for her to get some rest for herself as well? She already finished her chores, and somehow Maara highly doubted Rowan would care to keep her around as a night companion. He didn't even strike her as the type that would ever be interested in such a thing. No, he was content with a slightly well-dressed chef.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2011 3:13 pm
Rowan turned in his sleep dreaming restlessly about his parents and what he had just eaten. Especially the eldest daughter. She had had a wish to be eaten. She had cut her wrist impulsing his need for raw flesh. It hadn't been... ALL his fault anyway. He dreamt of some hero walking in to save Maara and being eaten because he had been a fool who liked beautiful women in scanty clothing, instead of watching his back for Rowan.
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