<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65247.msg3008702#msg3008702">Quote from: Dragoondawg25 on 07-05-2010, 08:03:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Varius looked towards cecil and growled low in his throat.  He didnt like being told what to do and how things were going to be.  He simply did them and did them well.  He would cross his arms slightly and turn to go and lay down a little in the bedding made for him.  He stared at the ceiling a little thinking to himself, tomarrow, would be the biggest day of his life.  Time to show mom and dad what i am made of.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The normal sounds of the guards on duty patrolling the ludus can be heard as Varius laid there on his cot.      The torches have been dimmed for sleep.    The noise of the party is still going on upstairs in the villa can be heard.<br/><br/><sup><strong>(Perception roll diff 7, and go ahead and roll init)</strong></sup><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=65247.msg3009535#msg3009535">Quote from: Dizzied on 07-05-2010, 18:11:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Valeria moves behind him, running her hands over his chest and shoulders, pressing up against his back.  "I see...you're spellbound.  I'm flattered..."  She says, before growing her fangs and biting into her wrist gently.  She holds her wrist in front of his mouth, pressing the blood to his lips.  "Drink, Cero."  She commands.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He should be sick at this perversion.  Revolt at what she asks.    Or at the very least in fear of his mortal life.   However, not is such the case for the portly king pin of the under world of less then honest world of the city.    Reeling from the the touch of her body pressing up against his backside.   She already his world,  his manhood straining an tenting out the toga robes.     Cero would reach up reverently to take the slender wrist of his goddess.  Marred by the blood that seeped out of the gash she herself as done to herself.    However his goddess wanted him to drink.  So gingerly with reverence Cero draws the bleeding wrist and would begin to suck the blood that is flowing out.