Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill
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				Title: <strong>Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 06:45:04</strong>
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				Our Lips Are Sealed: Character Sheets (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132874.0)<br>Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132886.0)<br>Our Lips Are Sealed: OOC (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132887.0)<br><br><br><div align="center">(http://i43.tinypic.com/2vxlh13.jpg)<br><br>Have you ever stared up at an old, rickety house, and just wondered? Wondered what was in there; who once lived there; are they still there? Now, have you ever been dumb enough to find out? One boy was. Just before his ninth birthday, Paul Ravitz had moved to Castle Hill, New Hampshire. He was a curios boy and his parents were busy unpacking in their new home, so no one noticed when he slipped outside and ran down the street. No one saw Paul turn the corner, into the woods, and down a leaf-strewn path. No one heard him open that dirty, rusted old door and step inside. At least, that's what his parents thought.<br><br>However, the people of Castle Hill, New Hampshire new better, because the people of Castle Hill, New Hampshire stayed away from the small castle on top of the hill in their little town in New Hampshire. And the people of Castle Hill, New Hampshire kept their tightly-plastered smiles on their tightly-sealed lips as Paul Ravitz's parents repacked all their belongings and drove away, mourning the inexplicable loss of their loving little boy...<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Our Lips Are Sealed</span></strong></span></div><br>Although the home is old and decrepit from the outside, the walls inside breathe life with every step. Of course, The Visiting are unaware of this, and only the Sparrows have seen the inside.<br><br>These are the rooms within The Castle that the story will take place:<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://www.cottonmansion.com/mansion/images/entry.jpg)<br>Entrance Hall</div> <div class="floatright">(http://www.cottonmansion.com/mansion/images/dining-room.jpg)<br>Dining Room<br><br>(http://www.cottonmansion.com/mansion/images/library.jpg)<br>Sitting Room/Library</div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://zeointerior.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Custom-Concrete-Sink-And-Potfiller-Faucet-Old-World-Kitchen.jpg)<br>Kitchen</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">Bedrooms...</div><br><div align="center">(http://decorati.com/imgcache/get/8/a/5/a/106229-8a5a9703343746cfc4ee4cb33005863ff174aadc.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Belongs to Cameron Jasper Donovan</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(http://homeklondike.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/2-AMTICO-BLACK-Bedroom-Design-contemporary-bedroom-ideas.jpg)&nbsp; (http://www.modern-homefurniture.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Black-Canopy-Bedroom-Furniture.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Belongs to Arman Mazzaferro</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Belongs to...</strong></div><br><div align="center">(http://homeluxuryideas.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/dark-blue-space-bedroom-9.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><div align="center">(http://seattle-sabbat.wikispaces.com/file/view/gothic-cellar.jpg/32182535/gothic-cellar.jpg)<br>Cellar</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 19:51:21</strong>
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				<strong>Cameron Jasper Donovan</strong><br><strong>Unknown</strong><br><br>Cameron walked around his room with his hand on his chin, he was shirtless as usual when he was inside. Things were usually quiet around this time of year in Castle Hill, there was normally no visitors this time of year which meant he had nothing better to do then work out or walk around the grounds. After pacing back and forth for a few moments he laid down on his weight bench and lifted for a little while. When he finished he got up and put a shirt on before heading into the kitchen to grab a drink. He leaned against the counter sipping out of his glass looking out the small window that was above the sink. It was a nice day out maybe he would go out for a walk around the yard to get some air. After finishing his drink he washed the glass and dried it before placing it into the cupboard. <br><br>While outside Cameron walked around, he looked up at the house and smirked, the place looked like shit on the outside but on the inside it looked amazing. He couldn't understand why anyone would want to step foot in the house without knowing what it was like inside. The tall dark haired man continued to walk around the thinking about some things. He sat on a rock and lit a cigarette and looked forward down the pathway that lead to the town where all the 'normal' people lived, Cameron laughed quietly at the thought of any of the towns people being normal. Cameron knew he wasn't normal by any means but at least he didn't hide what made him different, he embraced the darkness that consumed him. The towns people walked around with those fake smiles plastered on their faces and they pretended that there was nothing wrong, they acted as if they didn't hand people over to the demons that lived in that old house on the hill. Cameron took a drag from his cigarette and thought back ten years ago, the day Paul Ravitz disappeared.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Cameron's Flashback </strong></span><br><em>The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway as Cameron stood in the entrance hall, hiding in the shadows of the room waiting to see who had dared step foot in the house. A boy appeared in the room, a look of awe on his face as he looked around. Cameron stood watching the boy as he walked around the house. As soon as someone came out of one of the rooms the boy tried to run, he only got so far.<br><br>"Whoa, where ya going"? Cameron sneered as he grabbed the boy. "There's no need to leave so soon, stay a while, in fact stay forever". <br><br>The boy struggled and began to scream, Cameron put his hand over the boy's mouth to muffle his yells. Cameron then proceeded to drag the boy into the cellar where his young life would change forever. </em><br><br>Cameron stomped out his cigarette then headed back into the house. He made his way into the cellar where Paul was chained up because he couldn't control his blood lust and needed to be contained.<br><br>"So how are we feeling today Paul"? Cameron asked the young man. He received no answer as usual just the dead silence he had heard every time he asked the boy the question over the last 10 years. "No answer again eh boy? You're really good at this quiet game I'll leave you alone then". <br><br>With that Cameron left the boy and made his way back up the stairs and into the sitting room, he grabbed a book and sat down to read it while he waited for any news from the sparrows on new comers.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 04:03:42</strong>
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				<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br><br>Miss Julie-Anna Crane was always one to know exactly what to do, how to do it, and when it needed to be done. Thus, as she walked proudly up the road to the Castle upon that steep, steep Hill, she could not help but smile to herself. It seemed she had this whole little world to herself, to her bidding and control. That was how she saw it, anyway. But to some extent, it was true. After all, little Marnie Tarnish, having just become of age to take up her Sparrow duties, tried to flee just the other day. Now, that could not do, oh no. So, lovely, adoring Miss Crane made sure to take care of Marnie, secluding her from the world so that she may grow to understand what it is that her job now entails. Were she to try to shirk her duties once more, well... They would need a new Sparrow, that's all. And Marnie was well aware of how easily Miss Crane could acquire another girl. For now, the eighteen year-old would have to stay locked in her room for a week or so to contemplate. When she was ready, she'd be released. But the story did not need her any time soon.<br><br>Almost visible, the peak of the old, devastatingly hideous house could be seen past a few trees. If it hadn't been for the interior, the woman would not allow herself to be seen in such a place... Well, not seen. But filth was not on her list of likings. The dull tap of her stilletos on the road would soon be heard by the house's occupants, announcing her arrival; though, as was customary, she would still make herself known after entering the Castle. A glance towards the cellar window made her smile faintly- perhaps she would visit the dear boy today?<br><br><em>Click. Clack. Click. Clack. </em>She door shut behind her. "Mariana, boys! I've come with some news," voice echoing throughout the building, she nodded in satisfaction, footsteps sounding in the distance. Off in the sitting room, she stood near a window, peering into the surrounding woods. An astonishingly tight, white pencil skirt somehow managed to reach near the tops of her knees, a matching white jacket giving the thin woman an hourglass figure. She may have looked almost angelic, with that bleach blonde hair, but the dark make-up around her eyes and translucent, blood-red camisole beneath the jacket gave earth to something very, very different.<br><br>Once everyone assembled in the room, she took a moment to look them over. The boys were handsome as ever, though she could only dream Christian would cut that dreadfully long hair. The only woman present in the bunch- well, she knew the two had a distaste for one another, no matter how hard she tried to make her understand that she was only there to help the young girl. If she didn't want to give in to the power, what could Miss Crane do, right? At least she was pretty. Very pretty, indeed. The other girl was late, as usual. Such a rebellious little thing. She sometimes wished Arman hadn't made the choice to change her. "Muriel?" she called out. "Are you there, dear?" Not wait for a particular response since the answer was obvious, she looked at the bunch before her.<br><br>"The Corn Festival begins today! So... Who's hungry?" A devious smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 06:25:47</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk113/VampireWytch/Actress%20and%20Actor%20Icons/13-2.png)<br><strong>Mariana Gaunt</strong><br><em>Unknown</em></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Mariana liked Castle Hill, to a certain degree. She liked the feeling of belonging to a place...to people, even if it meant in the twisted little town of Castle Hill. She had spend decades running from her past, and to be so close to where she spent her human life...well, it felt odd...but good. She felt a little less dead inside, and that was a good thing. At least, that's what she told herself. In reality, she was wondering if being around others of her kind was a good thing or not. She enjoyed the companionship, but they were very different from her. She had spent lifetimes fighting her nature and controlling her urges, and they welcomed the darkness. She didn't, and it could get tense at times. <br><br>What she didn't understand was how a young woman like Julie-Anna...human, no less...could want such darkness. It almost seemed like Julie-Anna should be the Unknown instead of Mariana, but she would not wish that on anyone. For example, the poor boy downstairs. She felt awful for him, and hated that her kind did this to him. He was unwilling, just like she was, so she empathized with him greatly. He spoke to her, although he hated the men. Therefore, she spent time with him and tried to help however she could. <br><br>Mariana preferred to spend most of her time reading, writing and doing various things around the house. She was definitely the "woman's touch" of the living arrangement, and she liked it. The Sparrows did help, and she had to admit that it was nice to have another female presence around at times...even if she wanted to change the way Julie-Anna saw and treated people. She was wary around the young woman, as she knew that even though she was human, she wouldn't hesitate to stab someone in the back if it served her purpose. <br><br>Today she was in her room on the computer when she heard the Sparrow's voice. Standing up, she pushed her red curls off her face and grabbed a black cardigan to pull over her fitted white t-shirt. She wore jeans and no shoes as she made her way downstairs and smiled at the people gathered. Of course, when Julie-Anna said "corn festival" and "hungry," she immediately thought of eating actual corn. A brief look around the room told her that everyone else...including Julie-Anna...were thinking of something completely different. Sighing, she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her ample chest. It pushed them up to the v-neck of her shirt, but her outfit was still rather modest. <br><br>"I assume you're not talking about the corn..."<br><br></span>
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				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>26-02-2012, 22:00:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>The House gave the creak and groan of old boards and rusted nails caught in a heavy gust, although the weather outside was clear.&nbsp; Muriel stepped down the central stair dressed in something black that seemed more like a tightly wound, tailored sheet than a dress.&nbsp; A pair of large wings, slightly burnt, were held to her shoulders with elastic straps.&nbsp; The lamp above her flickered as she passed, but she only stretched her arms wide in an exaggerated yawn.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't falter when she caught sight of the darkness at the bottom of the stairs.&nbsp; A porcelain plate above the fire slipped and shattered, however.&nbsp; On the floor above the grand piano in the parlor slid a foot across the hardwood as she briefly considered how well its falling weight might pulverize the girl's delicate bones; the scrape echoed through the house with a discordant burst of notes.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Then she remembered - the Sparrow.&nbsp; She mustn't kill her until much later, when she was no longer of use.&nbsp; And until then, the girl had such wonderful stories!&nbsp; Muriel gave her a sleepy smile.&nbsp; "Mmm, no, the festival was last week.&nbsp; Remember?&nbsp; There was that Austrian fellow, with the plumes in his hat, who danced with me all night."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Jassara Sunn</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 06:57:08</strong>
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				<strong><em>Melly-Unknown</em></strong><br><br>She moved gracefully, a remote of some type in her hands. Spinning in a tight circle, she raised her arm up, and brought&nbsp; it down with a soft grunt. Music played, and a game character on the TV mimicked her actions.<br>"You Lose! Try Again?" It was the second time, and it was one too many. In her short fit of anger, she hurled the remote at the TV, knocking the system off the entertainment set. "Stupid game!" She plopped on her bed, and stared at the ceiling wondering what she would do next. Seconds past, and to her it felt like hours, so she jumped up, deciding to find Arman.<br><br>"Probably giving that woman googly eyes." She made a face in a mirror she passed in the hallway, making her self laugh. Something broke, and she looked over her shoulder in time to see the one with the wings walk past. Her mind began to wonder what it was like to have wings, and fly. She made a mental note to ask her.<br><br>"No doubt they'll think I broke whatever that was." Grumbling to herself, she reached Arman's room and put her head through the opening. "Hey! I'm bored, can't we go mess with the new kid?" She waited for a second before pushing open the door, and saw he wasn't there. Frowning, she walked to the kitchen, passing the staircase on the way. Voices stopped her, and she leaned on the banister, listening. Miss Bird, as she liked to call her due to the way Melly thought she pranced in her heels, was saying something bout corn. Before, she used to get mad at Miss Bird for not calling her to these meetings, but Arman told her its because Melly always asked pointless questions that ticked her off. And even though she swore it wasn't on purpose, it was. Now, they left it up to him to inform her on what they discussed. But, she usually sits at the top of the steps and listens.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 08:36:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTqc6LS-8MlYsXdXeA658iq72OyvkNoFXde2ayTdk7B-dFeKWk0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Arman Mazzaferro (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132874.msg5913952#msg5913952)<br>Unknown</div><br><br><hr><br>Arman is setting quietly in the library reading a book and quite thoroughly enjoying it when he hears the unmistakable sound of Ms. Crane’s high heels on the walkway outside the house. Before she even enters and calls out to them he places his book down on a side table and rises from his chair. With a quick but smooth motion of his hand he makes sure that his crisply pressed dark gray slacks are wrinkle free and the crease is perfectly straight. His shirt is a dazzlingly pure white silk and his vest and jacket match the slacks. The entire outfit is a near perfect display of Victorian style with one exception. He is not wearing any sort of tie and the top three buttons of the shirt are undone giving just a hint of a view of his sculpted chest.<br><br>When the call is made by their human helper Arman is already heading for her favorite sitting room. As he passes the staircase he glances up to see if Melly, his creation responsibility and pet, has taken her usual spot there to listen to the meeting seeing as her frequently annoying questions has gotten her banished from these gatherings. Upon seeing her there he smiles up at in much the same manner a master would smile upon seeing his favorite per doing something adorable. Oh he clearly finds her very attractive and is quite fond of her even if she can be quite annoying at times. When he thinks about what choices he could have made when the others had pressured him in to turning his first human just a matter of years after his arrival in Castle Hill he does not really regret choosing her. He still believes that she was the best choice of the time and despite her over all rebellious nature she is quite pleasantly compliant in the bedroom.<br><br>Upon entering the sitting room Arman glances at Julie-Anna briefly giving her a quick polite smile and nod. To Mariana though he gives a full blown charming smile, for there is a truly beautiful woman. Like him she is from a time when a woman’s beauty was judged much differently than the current times and then she was near goddess level in her beauty which if anything has only managed to improve. If they had met when they had both been mortal he certainly would have pursued her to become his wife. Not just for her physical beauty but for that of her soul and mind as well. If there is any woman he could have truly loved it would have been her. To Muriel he bows slightly with a pleasant smile on his face.<br><br>At the mention of the annual corn festival Arman once again turns his attention back to their head sparrow. The smile on his face now is the quite natural one of a hungry man thinking of his favored meal. At Mariana’s question he actually looks at her showing his surprise. ”After all this time you still think of the corn first, Mariana?” To Muriel’s statement he smiles in an amused manner and shakes his head a little. ” Muriel, you really need to pay more attention to the passage of time. It has not just been a week it has been a whole year and I for one am quite anxious for this year’s festivities to begin.”
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				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 09:30:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel's wings rustled as she shrugged, running her hand over the smooth, polished newel post.&nbsp; All this time?&nbsp; A whole year?&nbsp; Was a year supposed to be a long time?&nbsp; The old oak had barely grown at all, the stones by the creek were no smoother...it didn't seem like long at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;Unless she was misremembering again.&nbsp; "I think the passage of time has driven us all mad." &nbsp;<br><br>She looked to the darkling sparrow with the imperious voice of a pouting child.&nbsp; "I don't want them throwing things this year.&nbsp; They broke my window.&nbsp; Take them to the cellar.&nbsp; Or the hedge maze."&nbsp; As of this morning there was no hedge maze, but there hadn't been a sage velvet cushion next to Melly when she'd sat down, either.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>27-02-2012, 09:58:40</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk113/VampireWytch/Actress%20and%20Actor%20Icons/13-2.png)<br><strong>Mariana Gaunt</strong><br><em>Unknown</em></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Mariana sensed Muriel and saw her materialize before them with her trademark ethereal quality. Her dreamy voice was supernatural and almost eerie, but she had never seemed malevolent towards Mariana. At least, not openly. For now, she smiled when she said the festival had been last week. She knew that Muriel was quite old, so it was understandable that she lost track of time. And the Austrian man? She had a feeling he didn't survive the night.<br><br>She sensed Melly at the stairs and wished that she didn't hate Mariana as much as she did. At least, she didn't seem to care for her. Although it wasn't like it was anything new. Women didn't seem to like her. They assumed her 'nice' act was fake, and she gave up on trying to convince them otherwise. When Arman showed up, she smiled at him. Yes, he was a playboy. Yes, he liked to 'eat.' And yes, he probably just wanted to get in her pants. All that considered, he was very attractive and she had found herself drawn to him quite often. She had often heard him with Melly and other women, and had wondered what it would be like to be with him. However, she fit the prude label well, so she accepted it.<br><br>At his disbelief, she rolled her eyes and made eye contact with irritation.<br><br>"After all this time you don't think of anything but human food?"<br><br>She wasn't really upset, just giving banter. Leaning back in the chair, she knew she'd have to feed at the festival, but she didn't like to.<br><br></span><br>
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				Post by: <strong>blueyaoi</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 03:00:44</strong>
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				<strong>Christian Smith<br>Unknown</strong><br><br>Lying face down on his bed, Christian snarled, frustrated, into the pillow. <em>Click Clack Click Clack</em>. The loud, insistent percussion of women's heels on the floor downstairs. Although he enjoyed some of the perks, he very much hated the enhanced hearing aspect of being an unknown. And, because of this enhanced hearing, he could tell from the weight of the steps that this was not one of the women (or a more adventerous man) living in the house, but Julia-Anne. So he could not just ignore this and continue in his pursuit of sleep. He knew that she might bring news of whatever hopefully interesting things she'd brought to town this time, but still. He wished she could pick a more decent hour. It wasn't even afternoon yet. With a dramatic sigh, he drug himself from bed and undressed, revealing a very well defined, if lean, musculature. He pulled out of his closet some sleek black dress pants, and a white button down shirt with about three buttons undone. The clothes seemed simple, but the fabric was extremely high quality and the tailoring brought the attention where he wanted it, rather than on the clothes themselves. He put on a pair of black leather dress boots that were a bit special to him. The leather had been made from his first kill. He had been lovely, and now he still was as these shoes. He also put on a long necklace that fell a bit below his clavicle. It was a silver chain with a blood red, teardrop shaped gem the approximate size of an eye with a silver snake wrapped around it. He brushed his hair very carefully, then made his way downstairs.<br>"Good morning, all. Julia." He gave her a disdainful smile. He didn't care for Julia-Anne. He knew her presence was necessary, but he disliked having any non-unknowns in the house. Except when they were new toys, of course. Having a human around that you couldn't maim just seemed... empty.<br>"So, what news do you have for us?"
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				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 00:23:01</strong>
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				<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br>The whole crew had assembled, excluding the one Julie-Anna simply saw as a brat. She listened for a moment to the idle chatter and banter, devil-born eyes skittering about the faces. Mariana still seemed as clueless as ever, her innocence of the Unknown ways controlling her mind all too easily. And then there was dear, dear Muriel. "Oh? Austrian fellow. You must tell me about him some time, dear Muriel." Those stories of hers were timeless, quite like the angel's mind. Julie-Anna fawned over hearing just one, often allowing herself to sit in an almost trance-like state for hours just to hear about a masquerade festival in Italy or the trade of rare Persian jewels. It made the woman feel alive and knowledgeable of the world. Perhaps that was why she so reveled in the stories. She could be someone else, somewhere else, and live an exciting life during the off season when there was no cattle to prod into the looming castle. Plus, the bragging rights she kind just by being able to tell a glimpse of history and make it sound so real! Oh, how popular she made herself in the town! "Don't you worry, my dear. There will be no such tragedies."<br><br>Somehow, she now stood closer to Muriel, a hand placed comfortingly on her shoulder, the other rubbing absentmindedly at the large blood red tear drop that dipped off a silver chain around her neck; a sign to the town that a new feast was just around the corner. During the feast, this tear drop was a dark, dark black, with only veins of red running through it. An authoritative voice, "The festival shall be in full bloom in just a few days. We've got a visitor not to far outside of town now, coming in on a motor cycle; I'll welcome him soon enough. Another group has just arrived; a band, I believe. Bunch of strange creatures; Elizabeth will meet with them. They look healthy enough, so perhaps I'll even ask they play a concert. That's already a fill for each of you, though probably not a great idea to kill off an entire band, so I expect there to be many more very soon."<br><br>A quick glance downwards gave evidence to what was on her mind. "I hope that young Paul is being well taken care of. I will not have the chance to visit today, so please be sure to send my regards." The statement was directed at the women, knowing they were the only ones the boy would acknowledge. "The Sparrows will befriend your prospective... clients over the next few days, then send them up on their way to whomever we feel would be best suited for each." Voice rising slightly for the hearing of the girl perched on the stairs. "And don't worry, I'll even keep you in mind." Hands clapping together, Julie-Anna Crane gave a grand smile, lips curling slowly upwards at the edges, eyes flashing a look of mischief. "Any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 01:16:27</strong>
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				When Julie-Anne came in Cameron had been sitting in his normal spot, the darkest part of the room. He liked the fact that his eyes gave off a glow when he was in the dark, plus he was a very dark man, charming but dark. Cameron watched as Julie-Anne walked in and began to talk to everyone in the room. The man had to admit he admired the woman, she had courage to step into the lion's den any time she wanted, it was a shame she was untouchable to him. It wasn't hard to tell that Cameron had a thing for Ms. Crane ever since he had met the woman, he was often found studying her and watching her whenever she came to the castle. He sat there in the shadows of the room with his arms across his chest and a smirk on his face, the thought of the festival excited him. He loved this time of year in Castle Hill. <br><br>Cameron smirked when Julie-Anne looked down at the floor and mentioned Paul. "That boy really hates me you know he won't say a word to me, just gives me a glare like he wants to cut my throat whenever I go to check on him" ,Cameron began. "It's a shame you won't be able to visit him today he usually looks forward to seeing you, then again who wouldn't enjoy seeing your beautiful face everyday". <br><br>Cameron gave Ms. Crane a charming smile before continuing to speak. <br><br>"As for questions I have one, How are we to get these visitors lured into the castle? I mean it doesn't exactly look like a landmark or anything I don't see many tourists finding an interest" ,he said before standing up and walking into the light of the room. "Also if you'd be so kind and get me a copy of this band's latest CD I'm quite fond of music and would like to hear what they sound like, it'll help me decide whether or not I want to keep any of them". <br><br>The man made sure he kept his hands at his sides while he spoke to the sparrow to keep from touching her, he knew even a pat on the shoulder probably wouldn't go over well. He walked over to stand with his fellow unknowns to wait for Julie-Anne's response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 05:06:55</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk113/VampireWytch/Actress%20and%20Actor%20Icons/13-2.png)<br><strong>Mariana Gaunt</strong><br><em>Unknown</em></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Mariana saw Christian come in and gave him a small smile in greeting before turning her attention back to the head Sparrow and waiting for her explanation. The redhead Unknown grimaced at the talk of "sacrifices," but knew that she'd have to feed. Sighing, she figured she'd have to wait and see what kind of visitor Julie-Anna would deem suitable for her, although she'd rather have none. Once again, she cursed her creator for forcing this awful unlife on her against her will.<br><br>Looking around at the other's assembled, she knew that they didn't mind killing and maiming. Humans were cattle to most of them, and they could care less for the value of mortal life or relationships. Mariana was different, although she was sure they looked at her as weak for that...when she was anything but. When the woman was done, Mariana answered audibly.<br><br>"I guess not."<br><br>Her tone wasn't happy, but she knew there was little she could do. Leaning back in her chair, she waited for the meeting to adjourn so she could retreat to be by herself.<br></span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 06:06:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel took the final step to the floor, tilting her face to kiss Julie-Anna's fingers and nuzzle them in a dozed, idly possessive way as she wistfully pondered how sweet the marrow would be.&nbsp; "He had the most ridiculous mustache...."<br><br>At the mention of Paul, Muriel gave a dainty shrug.&nbsp; Of course he was well taken care of; she didn't understand why the Sparrow asked about him so often.&nbsp; He was no different than the oak tree, or the coy, or the crows that lived in the attic, and Muriel ensured they were taken care of too although no one ever asked.&nbsp; Though, now that she turned her attention, the flock <em>was</em> due for a culling.... <br><br>Muriel flashed Cameron a playful glare when he slighted the facade, but didn't feel any real ire at the comment.&nbsp; It was there to provide a warning, after all.&nbsp; Mariana's mournful tone, in turn, drew a look of pity.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jassara Sunn</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 22:01:27</strong>
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				<strong><em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Melly - Unknown </span></em></strong><br><br>Wiggling around a bit, Melly placed her elbows on her thighs and cradled her head in her hands. She was wishing she had remembered to bring something soft to sit on. She sighed deeply, and began to rock from side to side, causing her shoulder to brush against something soft. It was a cushion, running her fingers lightly across it, she judged just how soft it was. The velvet material was very smooth, as if it was made by the finest in the world. But where had it come from? <br><br>"Muriel." Was her immediate answer. The woman seemed to have an affinity for the house and its surrounding area. It amazed Melly, and she had been since deemed her as a favorite besides her creator of course. Standing up a bit, she placed the cushion under her butt, and gave a content sigh as she sunk into it. Now, with a happy rear, she could pay attention to the meeting. Miss Bird talked of the upcoming Corn Festival, certainly not one of Melly's favorites. Unless this year would be different, the people would taste so dull to her. Maybe a change of diet was in order, she thought as she picked some lint from her sky blue leggings. <br><br>Talk of a band caught her interes, maybe that was what she needed, and hoped Miss Bird gave Cameron a copy of their latest work, so she could see how good they were. Talent always gave blood an extra kick. When the human spoke to her, she smirked, Miss Bird obviously wasn't anyones fool. Though they didn't get along very well, for Melly was sure she didn't approve of her changing, she held some kind of respect for her. She did provide them with what they needed to survive, though Melly believed she did get some type of thrill out of it, she didn't mind watching as they fed. <br><br>Melly got to her feet, grabbed the cushion and walked down stairs into the room. She waved the cushion in the air, smiling at Muriel. Then turned to the Sparrow, her smile now edged with sarcasm.<br><br>"How nice of you think of me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 18:38:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTqc6LS-8MlYsXdXeA658iq72OyvkNoFXde2ayTdk7B-dFeKWk0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Arman Mazzaferro (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132874.msg5913952#msg5913952)<br>Unknown</div><br><br><hr><br>Arman smiles at Muriel as he briefly contemplates her answer a moment before replying. ”Indeed, Muriel, it may well have driven us all mad. Let us just accept the fact that the seasons have made a full cycle, a new crop has been planted and grown and it is once again harvest time. So we celebrate another harvest and we feast.”<br><br>Arman’s eyes sparkle with amusement and a little something else as he turns to Mariana again. He chuckles lightly at her quip. ”I can’t help it that I have learned to enjoy the meals that I must partake of to survive or that after so long that hunger is building to a point of being very annoying even painful and look forward to satisfying that need.”<br><br>When Christian finally enters the setting room Arman’s smile fades some. This one likes the killing far too much and those boots her wears my look nice but are truly disgusting once you know what they are made from. Arman will kill when he has to but does not enjoy that part of the feeding and had even learned to control his hunger and not kill every time. Before coming to Castle he had actually not killed in nearly two centuries, but that meant that he had to feed more often. He has returned to killing simply because his meals are fewer and further between and he has to get as much nourishment from each meal as he can to sustain him until his next feeding.<br><br>As Julia-Anna begins to speak again Arman’s eyes drift back over to the ever beautiful Mariana. As the sparrow talks of the visitors already arriving in the town he listens but continues to gaze at the red haired unknown, but his are not filled with lust. If anything thing can be said about the way he is looking it would be close adoration. At the mention of Paul though his eyes go dark and turn towards Cameron the one that turned the child. Arman still wonders what would have happened that day if he had come out of the library to investigate the sounds and smells of a human being in the house that day. He still thinks that turning one so young was a big mistake. How could one so young be expected to deal with the hunger? He strongly believes that problems with boy have yet to really begin. Giving a human extremely long life is one thing but for them to be forever stuck in the body of child is sure to have bad affects on the mind. He also believes no harm was done by the boy and he could have simply been allowed to return to his family or killed to feed one of the unknown. Turning him was just wrong. ”Can’t say I blame him, Cameron. You stuck him forever in the body of a child before he even started to sexually mature. Had that happened to me I would want to kill my creator also whoever he or she may be.”<br><br>Arman is pulled out of angry memories by his lovely dark skinned creation, Melly, joining the meeting. He once again smiles at her and looks at her like a proud master of his favorite and prize winning pet, there is clearly some deep affection in him for her. Like his feelings for Melly are closest thing he has ever come to loving anyone with the exception of the woman within his first couple decades of his own turning that he refused to feed from because he had not yet learned to feed without killing. He reaches up to gently stroke Melly’s cheek with his fingers ending in her luxurious hair. He leans over to kiss her on the cheek. ”It’s nice of you to join us, La mia dolce.”<br><br>With the talk of a band being among the visitors Arman looks at Julia again with a wistful look on his. ”It has been a long time since I have seen a live musical performance, I would very much like to be able to get into town to see their show.” He may have made his interest clear but already fully intends to do exactly that through the tunnel in the cellar. He knows that the sparrow knows he is able to do this as he has met her a few times in town when she had started getting a little too controlling and he wanted to make it perfectly clear that the unknown are completely helpless without her or the other sparrows’ help. It is not too terribly difficult to get past Paul. It has not happened very often but seeing as the boy does not talk to any of the men Arman simple brings in a chair and sets silently with the silent boy and eventually the boy falls asleep as he works so hard to ignore Arman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 05:34:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel smiles at Melly as she continues to press her cheek to the Sparrow's fingers, then gives another small shrug to Arman: the blur of seasons has little sense of consistency or importance and the fine distinctions about the creature in the basement are minutiae, and she doesn't place the importance on it that these others seem to.&nbsp; <br><br>"Would that one be any less a monster with a ready prick?&nbsp; I think he's merely who he's meant to be.&nbsp; Not every child dreams of pretty things; inexperience isn't innocence."&nbsp; &nbsp;She makes a vague motion with a free hand.&nbsp; "It's hardly unexpected."<br><br>She spends a moment in thought.&nbsp; "I <em>suppose</em> we can have music.&nbsp; I've missed the orchestra.&nbsp; Will you fetch it for us, little bird?" &nbsp;She looks to Crane curiously.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 19:15:24</strong>
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				<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br>A soft chuckle couldn't help but escape the woman's lips as Cameron made his comments. He was such a flattering boy. A boy. That is what she mainly saw him as. He seemed so young to her for some reason, though she would not deny that a certain... Curiosity befell her in his presence. Glancing over him idly, she listened to the small quarrel among the group, knowing well the feelings of both sides. The child was much to young to be turned over; he should have just been killed, it was true. However, that season had been coming late and all of them were growing bored and hungry. At the time, Julie-Anna was only twenty one, without the devil's wits about her, so her piercing eyes hadn't yet been adjusted to keeping a steady eye on the road up to the Castle. That was the day they readjusted.<br><br>"What's done is done, correct. Paul is not happy with his situation, that much is known. He'd sing a different tune had he been exposed to you and asked for the transformation." She knew this all too well. He had expressed it to the woman before, saying how he was the type of child who was always curios about the dark and supernatural- he would have loved to be an Unknown. Just not in that way. "Though, he has warmed up to you, Arman, ever so slightly. He knows your feelings and, though he may be too stubborn to show it, he hates you less than the other males." When the boy explained this, she couldn't help but laugh. It was child's play. But what else was to be expected?<br><br>The woman's eyes rolled at the young Melly, ignoring her tone. "Oh, but how could I forget you, my dear?" The smile on her face looked genuine, her tone holding a steady sincerity and kindness. Had the group not known any better, they would have felt that she was truly so kind. Of course, this act was simply to prove to the Unknown that she knew what she was doing, and that she was not Head Sparrow for no reason. At the mention of the CD, an idle hand pointed towards the doorway, her finger indicating the small stack that had gone unnoticed on the end table beside the front door. "I had the diner's cook take care of that for you. They had quite a few copies on that monster of a bus of their's, so I doubt a few missing CD's will be an issues. "They're not half bad," she muttered.<br><br>Through all this, her body seemed to lean more and more into Muriel, enjoying the soft touch against her fingertips. The effect from the Angel was unfathomable, as composure was something that Julie-Anna always had about her. Yet, the woman seemed to melt against the ancient creature, making it quite obvious that it was her company that she enjoyed the most of all the Unknown; she loved that little nickname, 'Little Bird'. Then again, the others never tried too hard to spend time with her. Well, aside from Cameron. Perhaps she would decide to indulge him at some point? A mental shrug gave it some consideration as she pressed a soft kiss to Muriel's cheek. "If that is all, I should be returning to the town." The far-away look that clouded her eyes as they rested upon her angel slowly faded as those dark orbs looked about the room. <br><br>"Good day, then." A small nod and she turned swiftly, the Click Clack of her heels echoing throughout the large house. A finger tapped the set of CD's on the small table, a sign for them to remember they say there, before her hand turned the large door handle. The next moment, she stood on the decomposing old wood of the porch, looking out into the woods.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>blueyaoi</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 04:32:01</strong>
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				<strong>Christian Smith<br>Unknown</strong><br><br>Christian sighed and picked up one of the CDs with little interest, and a slight amount of disdain on his face. He really didn't care for much music since it had started being recorded on these little objects. It felt hollow without the players actually present, and much of it lacked the skill and technique he was used to with artists like Chopin. And the singers of the past few decades... He cringed and lightly threw the CD back on the table. His interest in this musician wouldn't depend on the man's music, but his body and his screams. Ah, screams. He missed the sound, and the memory made a part of him stir a little. Maybe he would play with Paul later to let out some of this energy. It really was a waste though for Cameron to have turned Paul. Christian would have loved to have had that one as a meal, and he would have used him properly. Ah well, what's done is done. So what to do now? He scanned the group, eyes landing on Mariana. He was so tired of her good girl persona. She was lucky enough to get to become an unknown, to kill, to throw away her innocence, why was she holding on to her purity so tightly? Maybe corrupting her would be an interesting game.<br>"Mariana, are you feeling all right about the festival?" Christian asked, trying to be convincing in his empathy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 05:14:00</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk113/VampireWytch/Actress%20and%20Actor%20Icons/13-2.png)<br><strong>Mariana Gaunt</strong><br><em>Unknown</em></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Mariana listened to the others chatter and add in their two cents about the festival, music and even Paul. She didn't dislike Cameron necessarily, but the fact that he'd created such a young child as an Unknown didn't settle well with her. It reminded her too much of her own turning, and that was one reason that she spent so much time with him. He looked at Mariana as a mother figure, and the woman took that role very seriously. <br><br>When Julie-Anna finally ended the meeting, Mariana shot up from her seat and picked up her copy of the CD before preparing to head out. She did give Arman a look and small smile before, though, and she again felt that strange pull around him...as if he'd been looking at her for ages. She was about ready to leave the room when Christian spoke to her. His tone of voice was convincing, but she knew him too well. Sighing, she leaned back against the door post and tilted her head.<br><br>"You know that I don't like to feed, so obviously not. I know that you look down on me because of that, and honestly, I don't care. If you want to judge me, so be it."<br><br>It seemed she assumed she knew what he thought, so she answered defensively. She exhaled and turned away.<br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 05:27:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>When Crane pulled her hand away, Muriel gave another grand stretch.&nbsp; "Do mind your step, sweetling."&nbsp; <br><br>The front door opened to a flurry of black feathers and tufts of down drifting slowly from the attic.&nbsp; More of the same were scattered through the courtyard along with a score of tiny, pulverized corpses.&nbsp; <br><br>Muriel smiled sweetly as the heavy doors closed behind the sparrow.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 15:56:15</strong>
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				<strong>Cameron - Unknown</strong><br><br>Cameron listened as everyone spoke against the fact that he had changed Paul, a small smirk came across his face to hide what he truly felt. The man may have been looked at as horrible for changing the boy and not just out right killing him but Cameron couldn't exactly let Paul leave the house after what he saw. The boy would have ruined everything if he went blabbing but Cameron also didn't want to kill the boy either. Paul being so young was the reason Cameron didn't want to kill him, he wasn't as viscous as everyone seen him. Cameron would never admit to any of that though he'd rather everyone look at him as a monster then to see any ounce of mercy or kindness within him. <br><br>Cameron walked over to the pile of CD's on the table and picked one up he took one last look around the room before making his way to his bedroom. When he got up there he slammed the door shut and locked it, he walked over to his CD player and put the disc inside it and turned it on. At first he had the music playing low but after listening to the first song he turned it up almost full blast liking what he heard, he also turned it up so that he wouldn't be bothered by anyone. Ever since he had changed Paul he didn't want to be around any of his fellow unknowns, they all seemed to look down on him for it so he chose to stay away from everyone as much as possible. <br><br>The man walked around his room for a little bit, he took off his shirt since he was alone to be more comfortable then opened his bedroom window. He lit a cigarette and sat by the window to smoke it so that the smell of the smoke wouldn't be in the house. Cameron sat quietly listening to the music of this band that was in town for the festival. He didn't plan on leaving his room unless he needed too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jassara Sunn</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 17:16:21</strong>
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				<strong><em>Melly-Unknown</em></strong><br><br>"La mia dolce...." she repeated his words in a whisper. 27 years its been, and her feelings for him were in check. She loved him, yes, but was more like a viscous beast protecting its master. That's why, at times, she could be a little harsh towards Mariana. She knew Arman never spoke of commitment, and the one time Melly did, he quickly corrected her, his words soft and sweet, but to the point. He was creator, she was his masterpiece. And over the years, she accepted it, content in her standing with him. As she leaned into his touch, much like a kitten being petted, she decided to pursue a better relationship with Mariana. If she was the newest object in her creator eyes, then there should be some sorta understanding. <br><br>"You really must tell me what that means." She moaned, enjoying his fingers as they played in her hair. His affections pleased her, and she could only giggle at Miss Crane's response. More talk of the festival, and she pointed to a stack of CDs, which pulled Melly out of her daze. The ever growing need clawing at her throat, making her belly burn, that was more important than his touch. Reluctantly, she pulled away, and grabbed a copy. Mumbling a quick good-bye to Miss Crane, she inspected the cover, looking over the band members. <br><br>"I wonder what musical talent will taste like?" Her eyes scanned the others, head tilted. "I wonder what this years festival will be like? Think there is going to be better pickings?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 20:47:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTqc6LS-8MlYsXdXeA658iq72OyvkNoFXde2ayTdk7B-dFeKWk0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Arman Mazzaferro (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132874.msg5913952#msg5913952)<br>Unknown</div><br><br><hr><br>Arman looks to Muriel at her comment about being less of a monster with a ready prick with a mild shake of his head. ”There are a number of reason why this matters, first the human mind and body are meant to grow and mature. Stopping the growth of the body will only partially halt the growth of the mind leaving him with a body that cannot satisfy the needs of the mind. Also the hunger is very much like lust and learning to control that helps in controlling and dealing with the hunger, so by never really experiencing lust it is no surprise that he has trouble controlling his hunger. So is answer to your question yes having a ready prick does indeed mean we are less likely to be so monstrous. For example before coming to this town and having a limited food source I had not killed when I fed for nearly two centuries, but I had to learn control to do that. Mixing sex with the feeding has gone along way for me learning that control.”<br><br>At Julie-Anna’s addition to the discussion of Paul Arman turns to and even gives her a small smile. ”Indeed what was done cannot be changed or undone. If what you say is true then it might have been better to keep him here as a human until he grew more than made him one of us. Also if he truly does not hate me as much as the other men then perhaps I should make more of an effort to get to know him and even teach him more of what he needs to know to be one of us. I’m still afraid that the day will come when we will have to destroy him.” His eyes lose focus for a moment as he thinks about how he can start to get the boy to relax and open up to him. He decides that the next time he goes to the cellar instead of remaining silent simply waiting for Paul to go to sleep he will tell him about his own becoming an unknown and how he has absolutely no idea who his creator is and had to learn how to survive entirely on his own. Tell Paul how he had made quite a few mistakes and had to leave many towns in a hurry to keep the locals form finding and destroying him for the murders he committed before he learned better control and how to hide the deaths.<br><br>When the stack of CDs is pointed out Arman merely glances at them as he does not want to simply listen to the recordings of their music. He wants desperately to witness a live performance as he has not been able to do that since before arriving in Castle Hill some 30 plus years ago. Sometimes being confined to the house and town frustrates him and he longs to return to his days of wandering around from place to place, but then he thinks about how lonely that existence was and accepts the confinement in return for having the companionship of others of his own kind. This thought brings up the memories of the woman he had refused to feed from and thus kill when he was still a very young unknown. Had he known he could turn others then he would have asked this woman to join him and quite happily turned her and made her is his ageless partner. He silently hopes she lived a long and happy life and died feeling fulfilled. He has not really thought about her in a long time as he felt it only caused him needless pain, but now thinks that if he can remember her name he may do some research to see if she has any descendants that he could possibly look up and maybe make that kind of connection to again. All he can really remember is that she was truly a beautiful woman with fiery red hair and a kind heart with a personality to match her physical beauty. Truly a one of a kind and special woman, this thought causes his eyes to turn to Mariana as he finally realizes how much she reminds him of the woman from so long ago.<br><br>After Miss Crane makes her departure Arman is still looking at Mariana and gives her a soft warm smile when her gazes turns to him, again there is something far more deep and meaningful than simple lust in his gaze even more so than the looks he gives his beautiful creation Melly. Even he does not know if it is her he is seeing in that moment or the woman he could not bring himself to kill so long ago as they look so much alike. When she jumps up to rush out he wants nothing more than to rush after, although he has no idea what he would say to her if he did. But Christian asks her his question and she stops to reply after taking one of the CDs. He then joins her and Melly by the door and the small table claiming one of the discs for his own. ”Mariana, some may judge you while I simply think that you need to learn to better accept what you are and take pleasure where you can. As I said earlier I have learned to enjoy my meals, but I do not particularly enjoy hurting or killing. Would you accept my company so we can listen to this band’s music together?”<br><br>Almost reluctantly Arman’s eyes turn to Melly but he reaches out to again caress his lovely creation in a very gentle and affectionate manner. ”La mia dolce, is Italian, my native language and simply translates as my sweet. Mayhap you would like to join us as well to listen to this music.” At Melly’s comment about how musical talent might affect the taste he gets faraway look in his eyes and a wistful smile on his face. ”Ahhh, it adds the most delightful hint of sweetness.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 21:38:46</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk113/VampireWytch/Actress%20and%20Actor%20Icons/13-2.png)<br><strong>Mariana Gaunt</strong><br><em>Unknown</em></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Mariana knew she was being a bit aggressively defensive, but Christian made her feel that way often. She knew he was haunted, and she also knew that he enjoyed killing. That bothered her. At least the others seemed to enjoy the violence less. She smiled at Muriel's human form before giving the same smile to Melly. She knew that Melly wasn't crazy about her, but she didn't want it to be like that. It's true that Arman and Mariana had a...strange relationship, but that didn't mean that she was trying to steal away her creator. Truthfully, the redhead didn't even know <em>what</em> their relationship was. There was attraction, yes. Even...affection? But there was something more. She swore that she had seen him before living in Castle Hill, but when you've lived for centuries, some memories become buried along the wayside. Could she have known him when she was a human?<br><br>Her mind tried to shuffle through the possibilities when Arman spoke to her. She didn't dislike him...quite the opposite, in fact, but she didn't quite trust any of <em>her</em> kind. It was definitely something she struggled with. As odd as it was, the always mysterious Muriel was probably the one she trusted the most. At least she was bluntly honest the majority of the time. <br><br>Arman's defense about Paul made her stop to think. He actually did make sense, and she certainly was against turning a child. Speaking of sex, though, made her blush and imagine Arman in bed with her. Shaking her head to rid herself of the thought, she turned from Christian and actually nodded to the darker haired Unknown.<br><br>"Actually, yes. That would be nice."<br><br>She enjoyed music immensely, and had actually sung in some of the world's opera houses over the years. It was one of her many lives, though, so she didn't speak much of it. She smiled at him and nodded to both him and Melly.<br><br>"La mia dolce. I have to say that I love Italy and the Italian language. I spent many years in Milan over a century ago, although I spend more time in France."<br><br>She straightened and prepared to follow Arman...or answer Christian if he decided to respond.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 04:13:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel stared through the door as though watching Julie-Anna walk away.&nbsp; "She's so full of evil!&nbsp; I can't wait to taste her," &nbsp;she sighed wistfully.&nbsp; <br><br>When he spoke, Muriel flashed Arman a befuddled smile.&nbsp; "If he were meant to grow and mature, he would have done so, don't you think?&nbsp; He is as he was meant to be.&nbsp; As we all are.&nbsp; As you say to Mariana, accept what you've become.&nbsp; All of you struggle so much with that, when the only question left is how to proceed."<br><br>When the music began blaring from Cameron's room Muriel winced, her face wrinkled in distaste akin to pain.&nbsp; The sound of doors slamming echoed through the house, dimming the music away.&nbsp; "Is that music now?&nbsp; What have they done to it?&nbsp; I miss the drums and flutes made of bone.&nbsp; A shaman used to come and play for me.&nbsp; He had a beautiful voice.&nbsp; I suppose it's too late to keep this cacaphony away?&nbsp; Can we have a shaman instead?" &nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jassara Sunn</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 04:24:23</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Melly - Unknown</span></strong><br><br>Listening to the conversation, she tilted her head, thinking. Should she go with them? Or not? She felt as if Arman were trying his hand at being nice. The very thought caused her to smile. He was considering her feelings, it seemed. And though the gesture was sweet, and she had agreed with her self to try and mend her relationship with Mariana, just not this way. It'll be in her own way. Plus, did she really want to sit there watching as they took turns drooling over each other. If Mariana thought she was hiding her feelings, she should try again. Melly might be ditzy sometimes, but she wasn't a fool.<br><br>"No, you two go ahead. Me and my game have some unfinished bussiness." Putting on a smile, she walked away. When she was out of sight, she sighed deeply. It wasn't hard to walk away, it was the thought of having to get used to doing that weighing heavily on her chest. She shook her shoulders, as if to shake that horrible feeling. Music hit her ears, and got louder. It came from Cameron's room, he seemed to be a loner. Everyone in the house seemed to loners. How boring was that? Walking quickly up the steps, she stopped at her room only to toss the CD on her bed, and continued down the hallway towards Cameron's room. The music was loud, and she bobbed her head to the beat. Stopping at his door, she knocked, knowing he'd still hear her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 16:12:26</strong>
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				When Cameron heard the knock on his door he quickly put his cigarette out and waved what he could of the smoke out the window before getting up to open his door.&nbsp; The only one who knew he smoked in the house was Muriel and he wanted to keep it that way just in case there was someone who disapproved of it. He grabbed a tank top and put it on before he opened the door.<br><br>"Uh Hi" ,He said when he noticed who was at the door.<br><br>Cameron stepped aside and let the girl in, he wasn't used to anyone ever coming into his room. He didn't mean to seem rude at all but he never really talked to Melly or anyone else for that matter.<br><br>"Feel free to sit wherever you want" ,He made his way back over to the window and sat down in the chair next to it. "So the festival's coming soon, you plan on sneaking out like the others? Personally I see no point in it but that's just me". Cameron gave a smile to show he wasn't trying to be a jerk.<br><br>He was never one to want to be around all those people or to leave the house, everything he wanted was pretty much brought to him whenever he asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 19:39:34</strong>
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				<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br><br>The oldest Sparrow took a deep breath in. A sight was before her that would normally have frightened any other to step outside and see such a thing. However, she saw it as a sign of affection and care, causing one of the few honest smiles she ever wore to adorn her lips; it was a smile that, as of late, only Muriel could procure for her. The scene before her was also one of only the angel's doing. "How sweet," she cooed softly, stepping off the torn old patio and onto the broken road that led back to town. She bent over to pick up a long, black feather- or perhaps two, or three? It didn't matter. Julie-Anna was content as she walked down the road and back into town, mind far away from all the duties she would have upon her return. Instead, she focused on the all the crows that littered her path, the sight of their open beaks and beady eyes a comfort to her. Everything had to die at some point, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>11-03-2012, 03:43:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel watched the others leave, fidgeting her hands and failing in her effort to avoid looking pained at the now-dim sounds.&nbsp; With a suffering shake of her head, she slipped through the kitchen door.&nbsp; <br><br>At least, she considered, the concert would provide the bright one an opportunity to escape; all the others in one place, overwhelmed by sound and the smells of other humans, they would never notice.&nbsp; <br><br>Following that thought was another, that it was probably time to bring her food and water again.&nbsp; She wasn't exactly sure how long it had been since she'd led the girl to the hidden basement and trapped her there for her own protection, nor how many times she'd been down to visit, but as Arman observed she rarely paid much attention to the concept of time.&nbsp; That meant it had probably been too long.&nbsp; <br><br>The door and long, descending stairway vanished behind her as she entered the girl's room, blending into the rough worked stone and carved columns, but Muriel kept to the shadows.&nbsp; A moment to look around; the simple cot, a chamber pot, the china dishes from the last meal she'd delivered.&nbsp; A bare bulb dangling from the ceiling, the only illumination for an otherwise empty room.&nbsp; It had never crossed her mind to bring entertainment; a few days didn't seem like a very long wait. <br><br>Muriel set down the tray - an old piece made of silver, tarnished and scratched, with an earthenware pitcher of water and a plate heaped with food.&nbsp; The metallic clatter was likely the first indication of her presence and she gave the girl a moment to recover, pushing it across the floor with the tip of a finger and then jumping back towards the shadows, wary of the girl's brightness.&nbsp; <br><br>Normally she would flee as soon as she could, but today she needed to speak with the girl, to ensure she was prepared.&nbsp; Her skin prickled, though, and she backed away another step, her costume wings twitching momentarily.&nbsp; <br><br>"Hello."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 07:12:53</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1267.photobucket.com/albums/jj544/shininghime2/celebrities/Miranda11.png)<br><strong>Lionna Morales</strong><br><em>Visiting</em></div><br>Lionna was indeed extremely hungry, but more than anything she just wanted human interaction. She remembered little about how she got here, and even less about the woman that had been taking care of her. Well, she assumed she was a woman...she didn't seem entirely human, actually. However, currently the darker being was the only thing keeping her alive, so she wasn't going to bite the hand that fed her. <br><br>She didn't know what had happened to her friend, and she didn't know if she'd ever get out of this cell-like room...nor if she'd even survive much longer, as she could almost sense the danger all around her. Besides, she was so hungry she didn't know if she'd starve or if the woman had forgotten about her. She hoped not, but she couldn't be sure...it seemed like it had been so long since she'd seen her.<br><br>When Muriel arrived, she sensed her presence almost before she could see her. She had been laying on the bed in her jeans and t-shirt...the same clothes she'd arrived at Castle Hill in...and she jumped up when the woman arrived. At first she didn't say anything...just looked at the food with a hungry stare and then back up at Muriel. Without waiting, she clamored down from her bed and grabbed at the food, forgoing all pretense of being polite as she ate greedily. When the dark one spoke, she swallowed the most recent mouthful and gave an uneasy smile.<br><br>"Hello....thank you for the food."<br><br>She ate a few more bites and then continued.<br><br>"I know that you're the only person keeping me alive, but I would really like to know when I can leave. My family has to be extremely worried about me. I know that my brother will be searching for me soon if not already."<br><br>She swallowed and then went back to eating, watching Muriel closely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 09:48:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, her gaze averted and one hand worrying at the irregular bindings in her hair.&nbsp; She managed a quick nod at the thanks.&nbsp; "It's...what I'm supposed to do.&nbsp; Take care of you."&nbsp; There was an edge of sadness, almost a begrudging pain.&nbsp; <br><br>"When you can leave?"&nbsp; Muriel looks up, slightly puzzled.&nbsp; "Oh.&nbsp; The door.&nbsp; I can't just leave it there, the others might find you.&nbsp; They get curious sometimes and wander.&nbsp; They would kill you."&nbsp; She sighs and shrugs in resignation, as though discussing a misbehaving child, and looks back to the food.&nbsp; "You don't want to die, do you?"&nbsp; she asks curiously.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 18:21:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTqc6LS-8MlYsXdXeA658iq72OyvkNoFXde2ayTdk7B-dFeKWk0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Arman Mazzaferro (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132874.msg5913952#msg5913952)<br>Unknown</div><br><br><hr><br>Arman’s smile is genuine clearly showing how pleased he is at Mariana’s accepting of his suggestion of them listening to the CD together. While Melly’s response brings a mild scowl to his face as he truly would like the two ladies to become friendlier with each other. ”Okay, Melly, do as you wish. You know I rarely try you force to do anything you do not want to do.” He watches as she disappears not knowing or caring where in the house she goes. It does not even bother him if she may choose to spend time with Cameron. She is free to develop any kind of relationship she wants with any of the other unknowns just as long as she continues to be his pet. His eyes return to the lovely redhead and his smile returns in full force. ”I guess it will be just the two of us than.”<br><br>Arman offers his arm for the lady to take so that he can escort her as a proper gentleman should escort a lady. He after all was born into the home of minor nobility in Italy over three centuries before and understands proper etiquette, besides he just likes the idea of having such a beautiful woman on his arm. He does however get a faraway look in his eyes. ”Ah, Milan it has been such a long time since I was there. I came to this country shortly after the colonies declared their independence from the British and have not returned to the old country.” He falls silent and the look on his face does not change. It had not been long after his arrival in the colonies and not far from this very spot that he had met the red haired woman and come as close to falling in love as he ever has. They had spent weeks seeing each other, dancing, going to plays, taking moonlit walks, and even a festival. He had however never taken her to his bed because that would have led to him feeding and at the time her death. Not wanting to kill this woman he had simply fled the area one night never to see her again. If only he had learned control before than he could have been happy for at least her lifetime then.<br><br>At Muriel’s comment Arman’s eyes snap back into focus and he looks at her again losing his smile. ”I have a hard time accepting the fate would be so cruel as to having a child born never to fully mature but yet not die either. I know what’s done is done and that I accept. I just do not think that this is how Paul was truly meant to be. He may have been born to be one of us but it came too early.” Not waiting for another reply from the ancient one he leads Mariana up to his room where he puts the CD into his stereo. As the modern music starts to play he adjusts the volume to a comfortable level before setting on his bed. He pats the bedspread next him as he looks at her silently inviting her to join him on the bed. He then adjusts the pillows so that he can lean back against the headboard stretching his legs out across the bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 07:25:48</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk113/VampireWytch/Actress%20and%20Actor%20Icons/13-2.png)<br><strong>Mariana Gaunt</strong><br><em>Unknown</em></div><hr><br>Mariana smiled at Arman, and indeed they seemed to get lost in each other's eyes...as corny as that sounded. When Melly didn't wish to stay, Mariana did frown a bit, but nodded and bid farewell to the gorgeous young Unknown.<br><br>"I'm sorry, Melly. I hope we can spend some time together soon."<br><br>As annoying as it might be to some people, Mariana didn't like animosity, so she did try to get along with most people...unless her temper flared. Therefore, she honestly was sad that Melly seemed to interpret her and Arman's invitation as not genuine...if that's what she thought. However, her disappointment was short-lived as she blushed beneath Arman's returned gaze. She missed the old chivalrous ways, so Arman managed to warm her heart when he offered his arm.<br><br>She smiled widely and slipped her own pale arm through his, walking close to him as they exited. Of course, she too looked at Muriel and listened as Arman defended his view. Mariana tended to side with Arman on this point, although she could certainly see Muriel's opinion as well. Either way, she smiled and waved at the others still in the room as she walked with Arman to his room.<br><br>He puts the CD in, but luckily turns it down low enough so they can talk and not be horribly distracted. Even though Mariana was raised in the 18th century, she did enjoy a variety of music, and had not found a genre that she hated. For that reason, she actually did enjoy the band a bit, although she'd need to hear more to serve a valid opinion. <br><br>When Arman lays on the bed and stretches out, she blushes a bit but joins him, laying down as well. Thinking back to his earlier words, she responds.<br><br>"I was born here in the late 18th century, so I also was human during the revolutionary war. In fact, I was turned while the war was still going on."<br><br>Her eyes turned haunted as she remembered her horrific ordeal that led to her current state.<br><br>"And I lived very close to here. I think that was one reason that I returned...although it took centuries for me to do so."<br><br>She turned her head and looked at him.<br><br>"I miss my human life. You know, you remind me very much of a suitor I had right before my turning."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jassara Sunn</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 00:27:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Melly - Unknown <em><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"></span></em></strong></span><br><br>Melly entered Cameron's room, a strange smell hit her, she tried to place it, but couldn't. Shrugging, she soon forgot about it. Giving his room a quick. glance over, before plopping down on his bed. Leaning back some, she slid her feet out of her zebra print house shoes, and folded her legs under her. She was thinking of what to say, coming to his room was a spur of the moment sort of thing. There was no serious purpose for her visit, save to find someone new to talk too. But, hearing him speak first took a pound or two off her chest. Though, his words shocked her.<br><br>"Sneak off!?" Her temper instantly rose, it made sense now. She had always wondered why the house would empty out at times, or why someone would go missing for hours. "I didn't know we could sneak out! Why am I always the last to know these things?" Her lower lip poked out, of course noone would tell her! It was unfair, as far as she knew, all the other Unknown had a chance to see the world. What use was living as long as she would, if she had to stay holed up in Castle Hill?<br><br>"How long have been changed?" Her head tilted, and her anger gone. She would just ask Arman later, and if he didn't help, she would find how to get out on her own. "Where have you been, what did you get to see?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 02:52:13</strong>
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				Cameron laughed at Melly's question, he had never been asked when he was changed before and it came as sort of a shock. <br><br>"I wasn't changed I've lived here my whole life, I was born this way I stopped aging when I turned 22" ,Cameron told her. He looked down at the floor for a moment and fidgeted with his hands a bit before returning his gaze to Melly. "I was born in the late 1800s at least I think I was born, I have no clue where I came from the only memories from the past I have are in this house, I grew up here and have lived here for my whole life pretty much".<br><br>He opened the window wider to let more cool air in, he enjoyed the fresh air and the smell of outside even if he never dare leave the hill he still could appreciate the outdoors without having to roam around everywhere. <br><br>"By the way it's kinda nice having company for once not many of the others like me for what I did to the boy in the cellar, if you couldn't tell" ,Cameron gave a small smirk after he finished talking. He knew exactly where he stood and had accepted it, what he did was irreversible and Paul as well as others would probably never forgive him for it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 04:54:27</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1267.photobucket.com/albums/jj544/shininghime2/celebrities/Miranda11.png)<br><strong>Lionna Morales</strong><br><em>Visiting</em></div><hr><br><br>She didn't like being a burden, but at least <em>someone</em> was taking care of her. Still, she wanted to let her family know where she was. She wanted her brother to take her from here so badly, but she didn't know how to get a message to him. Continuing to eat, she swallowed another bite and frowned at her.<br><br>"Of course I don't want to die, but there has to be a way for me to get out of here. Are you going to keep me here forever?"<br><br>After another bite, she took a drink and sighed.<br><br>"Can I at least get a message out to my brother? Let him know that I'm still alive?"<br><br>She knew that after her absence from Facebook and Twitter, Cristian would be frantic. She needed to talk to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 08:38:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>"Oh.&nbsp; I thought maybe that was why you came here, why you ignored the warning.&nbsp; Some people do that.&nbsp; Or they used to; there was a ceremony for it.&nbsp; I think."&nbsp; She turns her palms up with a look of apology.&nbsp; "Have you been here a very long time?&nbsp; It doesn't seem like it, but Arman said the Festival wasn't last week, either....&nbsp; And I'm not <em>keeping</em> you here.&nbsp; I'm not mean!"&nbsp; She's upset by the idea; it was what everyone seemed to think of her.&nbsp; They didn't understand.&nbsp; <br><br>"You can leave."&nbsp; She gestures to the door, now on the opposite side of the room from Muriel.&nbsp; "You'll just die.&nbsp; But I think...the others may be distracted tonight.&nbsp; There's a horrific sound coming; like a cat's claws on tin.&nbsp; With screaming and some sort of pulsation.&nbsp; They call it music,&nbsp; but I don't think it is, really.&nbsp; Do you?"<br><br>She pauses a moment to think again.&nbsp; "I've never actually tried to send a message.&nbsp; Well, sometimes I pray, but your brother won't hear that.&nbsp; Perhaps one of the crows could carry something?"&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 19:32:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTqc6LS-8MlYsXdXeA658iq72OyvkNoFXde2ayTdk7B-dFeKWk0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Arman Mazzaferro (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132874.msg5913952#msg5913952)<br>Unknown</div><br><br><hr><br>As Marianna joins him on the bed Arman closes his eyes to just listen to the music and enjoy the sensation of her being beside him on the bed. When she speaks of being a human during the revolutionary war his eyes snap open and he turns to look at her. The music is suddenly forgotten and is simply background noise as she goes on to say that she had lived not from Castle Hill. When she tells him that he reminds her of a suitor she had his jaw drops open in shock as the realization hits him as to why she reminds him so much of the woman he could not bring himself to kill. It takes him a moment to close his mouth. He gets a kind of sorrowful and wistful smile on his face as he reaches over to take her hand in his very much like he had done on many occasions during the weeks he had pursued her so long ago and looks directly into her eyes.<br><br>”I’m so sorry, Darling. I was only about a century into my new life when we met. After the festival where we enjoyed the food, the music, and danced under the moonlight I could not bear to see you anymore nor I could I explain why to you then. I had not yet learned to feed without killing. I wanted you so badly but could not stand the idea of ending your life. Leaving you to live out your life was my only option. Had I taken you I would have feed from you and it would have killed you. I never came to see you again because I wanted to spare your life. I did not realize until just now who you are as I never expected the only woman I ever loved to have been turned so would survive the centuries and then to end up here in this house with me.”<br><br>Arman simply gazes at Marianna, into her eyes for several moments. He turns his whole body to face her and the hand not holding hers comes up to caress her check before just remaining there on her face with his thumb at her chin and his middle finger’s tip resting just behind her ear. ”I am so sorry your turning was so unpleasant and you find it so distasteful. Had I known I could have turned others at that time I would have asked you to join me but never would have forced it on you. Perhaps as Muriel has suggested you simply were meant to be one of us and we were meant to be together and you being turned in such a fashion was fate’s cruel way of correcting the error of me not knowing how to turn you myself. With me it would have been a glorious and tender moment not a horrid experience. I am truly glad that you have not lost the qualities you had as a mortal quick caused me to fall for you so hard. It was more your gentleness and compassion that drew me to you than your physical beauty but that is certainly an added bonus. I don’t know if we can pick up where we left off so long ago, but I truly relish the idea of getting to know you and possibly falling in love with you again. This time you can rest assured that I will not disappear on you again. Please say that you can forgive me.” He gazes into her eyes and the look of lust is nearly completely replaced by an almost pleading expression. Clearly every word is the truth and very heartfelt and he desperately wants/needs her forgiveness.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 22:28:21</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1267.photobucket.com/albums/jj544/shininghime2/celebrities/Miranda11.png)<br><strong>Lionna Morales</strong><br><em>Visiting</em></div><hr><br><br>The "woman" was truly odd, and Lionna honestly didn't know if she understood what she meant. She obviously didn't want to die, but this being seemed to view death rather lightly. Perhaps she was a hallucination, and all of this was the result of her getting stuck and going crazy. However, she knew that she'd counted the days since she'd last been outside, and it had been 3 days. <br><br>The food was delicious, and she finished it quickly before gulping down the water greedily. After all, who knew if and when she would return to her. Her words were enigmatic, but with Lionna's current state, everything was a mystery. Licking her lips, she sat back on the bed. <br><br>"No. I came here to see the town for a day, and the next thing I knew, I was taking a tour of the house. After that, everything went black. I don't even know your name."<br><br>She sighed.<br><br>"I've been here for 3 days, and if you could send a message to my brother using your...crows...then I would appreciate it. If you could tell him where I am, and that I'm alive, I would be very grateful. His name is Cristian Morales."<br><br>She was nervous and restless, going without human interaction for long periods of time made her uncomfortable. <br><br>"But, if you think the 'others'....whoever they are...might be distracted, then I will certainly try to escape."<br><br>She grew hopeful. Perhaps she could get out of here finally!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 23:35:44</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk113/VampireWytch/Actress%20and%20Actor%20Icons/13-2.png)<br><strong>Mariana Gaunt</strong><br><em>Unknown</em></div><hr><br>Although she did feel like she knew him, she had never thought he might be the same man that she had known back then. In fact, she had almost hoped that he might propose to her. She hadn't originally wanted a husband, but he had seemed very interested in her and willing to let her continue to be independent. He had respected her and had truly left a lasting impression. She had even thought that she loved him back then, although her turning had caused her to be bitter toward men for quite a while. She assumed that men were all rapists and abusers, and she avoided them like the plague. As the years softened her heartache, she had slowly begun to accept more of them in her life, but she had never made love after the man had taken all of that away from her. He had raped her over and over again, although he'd never used her mouth or ass. Therefore, it had been over 300 years since she'd been intimate with a man.<br><br>When Arman turned to her and took her hand, she paled as she listened to his explanation. He was the man she'd hoped to marry all those years ago? Could it be true? That man had disappeared without so much as a note, and now she had been living with him in the same house for a while without even knowing?! How could this be? She stared at him with large blue eyes that widened even more with every word he said. <br><br>He had wanted her? He even said the word love! This was unbelievable, and she couldn't deny that she was thrilled. Perhaps her 'life' wouldn't be just an eternity of misery after all! She didn't know if they could have a relationship, but she wanted to try. She had always been attracted to Arman, but now she wanted him. She wanted to get to know him again, and she was thankful they'd found each other. <br><br>Although her face was frozen in shock at first, her expression quickly turned to one of surprised delight, and she even teared up a bit before speaking in joy.<br><br>"Arman? I...I had no idea I'd ever see you again. For some reason, the name didn't register with me. I thought you looked familiar, and I was certainly attracted to you, but I never thought we would meet like this."<br><br>When he placed his hand on her cheek, she instinctively turned her face into his palm and almost nuzzled as they discovered their past connection. Swallowing, she looked up at him and smiled softly.<br><br>"Why would I be angry with you? Now that I know why you left, I could never be upset. You left because you were trying to protect me, and that pleases me beyond all words. Yes, it confused me at the time, but it was mere days after you disappeared that...<em>he</em>...found me."<br><br>She shuddered and closed her eyes.<br><br>"I gave up all hope of ever living a life that wasn't just a stretch of miserable days long ago, but now...perhaps I won't be so alone."<br><br>She knew it sounded corny, but she was just being honest.<br><br>"And I want to get to know you again. I would love that."<br><br>When he said that he would have made it tender and glorious, she blushed and spoke softly.<br><br>"You could have made it enjoyable? Something...special?"<br><br>She didn't know if she would have agreed to it, but she would have liked the choice. She leaned in closer as her lips parted slightly, waiting to hear him with impatience and reaching up to run her fingers over his cheek...chin and even over his lips, as if trying to remind herself of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 06:51:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel watched with a thrill as the girl licked her lips with satisfaction. &nbsp;"Oh yes, the house!&nbsp; That's the warning.&nbsp; The shiver of fear, of disquiet down your spine, the primal knowledge that you are entering someplace evil...it's meant to turn someone like you away.&nbsp; It's the dark ones who barely notice, who don't feel something wrong.&nbsp; Why do you think I made it look that way?"&nbsp; She fluttered her wings, a black feather drifting to the floor; it crumbled to ash as soon as it touched the flagstones.&nbsp; <br><br>"My name is Muriel," she whispered softly.&nbsp; She raised her hand slightly, as though moving to greet the girl, but then snatched her hand back.&nbsp; "But I don't think they'll know your brother by his name.&nbsp; They don't speak; they're just crows."&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 17:25:45</strong>
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				<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head-Sparrow<br><br>"Well aren't you sweet?" Her smile was kind, almsot adoring, making her seem like a little girl fawning over a boy in class. "Have a good evening, then, Mr. Morales." She nodded a faint nodded before turning and walking off in the other direction. An eye roll that had been held in finally moved below her lids. Back inside the Town Hall, she slid onto her desk, one leg crossing over the other as she flipped through the girl's paperwork. It had been only a few days ago that she had given Muriel the young Hispanic girl, a very pretty girl, surely, but very naive. Something then caught her attention. Muriel had always been one to express her taste or distaste for her last meal. She had been one of the only ones to get fed recently, and even with her memory, she would still tell Julie-Anna how she felt about her meal. There was no mention of this during the earlier visit.<br><br>Disappearing through a back door, the Sparrow decended the stairs, making the swift and direct trip to the House through the underground tunnel that crossed under the town. The tunnel had been built nearly a century ago, deep enough to go unnoticed even by those who searched for it. It was a way of safe passage to transport meals and, as Arman had learned some time ago, the Unknown themselves. Pushing open the trap door into the basement of the house, the dust that piled off showed that either the tunnel hadn't been used in quite some time, or the basement simply hadn't been cleaned- best guess was both. Not a speck of dust landed on the woman as she made her way out of the tunnel, stepping away from the open door. A few long strides and she stood before Paul, the boy pouting up at her. "Hello, my dear. I would stay and chat, but I've business to attend to. But the festival is coming, so maybe you'll be lucky enough to get a bite or two this time?" She smiled softly, pressing a loving kiss to his temple, as if he were her own son.<br><br>Stepping away, voices could be heard, muffled, but pushing through the walls. It was odd to hear someone speaking in the basement, as there weren't too many places to hide and do so. For a moment, she listened, but could not make out who it was and what they spoke about. "Muriel! Muriel, my angel, I need to speak with you!" Piercing eyes gazed into the darkness of the corners, into the lights on the walls, and up the stairs to the first floor. The Sparrow waited patiently, simply flicking her eyes to and fro.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 19:18:47</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1267.photobucket.com/albums/jj544/shininghime2/celebrities/Miranda11.png)<br><strong>Lionna Morales</strong><br><em>Visiting</em></div><hr><br>Lionna was grateful that Muriel was being kind to her, and she knew that it could be much worse. However, she did feel like she was talking in circles, and she wasn't sure how to get through to the ethereal woman logically...if there was even a way. When Muriel said that the house usually warned people like her away, she frowned. She had felt a shiver of unease, but her friend had insisted that they keep going. Now, she figured that her friend was dead. Sighing sadly, she looked down and shrugged when she said that the crows didn't know names. <br><br>"Maybe I am going crazy."<br><br>When she was finished with the food, she pushed it away and laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.<br><br>"Muriel. That's a pretty name. Mine is Lionna."<br><br>She seemed restless, miserable and confused...an awful combination, and she didn't know if it would ever change. <br><br>"So...will you help me escape?"<br><br>She looked at Muriel hopefully before she heard another woman calling out for the dark angelic being.<br><br>"Who is that? Can she help me?"<br><br>Lionna smiled and sat up quickly before rushing to the securely locked door. She didn't call out, but she did look at Muriel for direction.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 07:27:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel nodded. &nbsp;"Oh no, you seem very sane.&nbsp; It's actually quite refreshing; most of us lost our sanity long ago.&nbsp; I think that's the only thing that keeps us together, we can pity one another for what we've all lost.&nbsp; And thank you; my name used to be prettier when he first gave it to me, but I can't remember most of it.&nbsp; I think there was singing.&nbsp; Or light?&nbsp; Maybe both.&nbsp; But Lionna...I knew a Lionna once."&nbsp; She considered, her head cocked at a curious angle.&nbsp; "Oh.&nbsp; No I didn't." &nbsp;She shrugged and smiled at the admission, then turned her head at Crane's calls.&nbsp; Her smile faded away to a resigned look.&nbsp; <br><br>"No, she probably wouldn't help, at least not in the way you're thinking.&nbsp; She was the one who brought you here for me to kill.&nbsp; She's very evil," Muriel's lips curled in a small smile, her voice detached and wistful, as though speaking of a lover. &nbsp;"And very beautiful.&nbsp; You should probably hide."&nbsp; She gestured to a tall wine rack that had taken the place of the bedding.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 08:44:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg)</div> <strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br><br>It was odd how Julie-Anna could wear such pure white clothing, in more ways than one. The obvious was purity, none of which she held, but she somehow managed to never get a single speck of dust on her clothing, especially when she was wearing that divine color. Knowing this well, she leaned back against the stone staircase that led up to the main part of the house. Her arms were crossed and eyes seemed much brighter than they should have in the darkness. What could have been taking that woman so long? She was usually very swift to come at her call. "Muriel, my dear! Are you coming?" Her calls into the darkness echoed, bouncing off the stone walls.<br><br>A grumble from the side caused her head to turn, a small smile appearing on her lips. "Hush, Paul. I'll be off in a moment, I'm just waiting for the angel." The boy rustled some in his bindings before relaxing once more, supposedly asleep. Time was making him grow restless. The time for him to be fed may be swiftly arriving. Should she choose one of those awful little band members for him? Yes, that'd be fine. His first taste couldn't be of anything special, after all. Wouldn't want him to get too hungry right away.<br><br>Shifting once more, she looked back at the walls, slowly growing impatient. There was much to be done and very little time for it, especially with that Cristian snooping around for his sister. If Muriel liked the young girl, she might also like her brother. Though her foot was beginning to tap, platinum hair almost white from the few lights. "Angel, where are you?" Huffing like a child, her arms unfolded, fingers playing with the tear drop on her necklace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 09:38:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel stepped from shadow to shadow, vanishing from Lionna's room - now a cobwebbed wine cellar - through an aged wooden door to join Crane.&nbsp; Her cheeks were flushed as she darted forward and wrapped her arms around the sparrow, burying her face in the tender, scented softness beneath her ear, nuzzling and daring a light, quick lick - hoping it wouldn't be noticed.&nbsp; She moaned softly at the intensity, the aching pleasure of being so close and denying herself.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh, father...." she murmured, calming slightly to breathe deeply, her arms wrapping around Julie-Anna's waist.&nbsp; After the torture of Lionna's presence, the light that burned like electricity all over her skin, Julie-Anna was a sweet, cool velvet.&nbsp; Muriel melted, shuddering against the woman in relief.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 10:01:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg)</div> <strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br><br>Startled would be the proper word for how she felt. At first, that is. A smile crept upon her lips, arms slithering around the woman to hold her close, though the soft squeeze that she gave was surely a cover-up for the chill that climbed her spine. Although the lick did not go unnoticed, she hoped her squeeze made the sudden quake of her body disappear into the embrace. "Hello, my Angel," she cooed into the woman's ear, lips dangerously close so only those ears could hear. "I've missed you," were words she rarely -nay, never- used, but they were the little bit of honesty she could rarely muster.<br><br>Pressing a soft kiss to her temple, Julie-Anna looked down at the woman. Such beauty in such an ancient creature and a mind that lost itself in anything and everything. Yet, it never forget her, did it? That made her smile soften, an adoring glimmer in her eyes. How soft her skin felt, so perfect. It made sense, considering what she was, who created her. "Such beauty," her voice was so low that she barely even heard it. Now somewhat flustered, she remembered what she had come for. "Ah, right. My dear, that girl I sent to you last- her brother is here searching for her. I trust you rid us of her as perfectly as you usually do?" Eyes planting their gaze directly on the other's, she peered quietly for a moment. "You did not speak a word of her. Everything went well, correct? No trace?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 10:30:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel kept her face tucked under Julie-Anna's, but the woman could feel her lips turn up in a smile at the endearments.&nbsp; "I missed you, too.&nbsp; You came back...I didn't expect you back.&nbsp; Has it been a very long time again?"&nbsp; She worried for a moment that the girl - <em>Lionna</em> - might have starved away, ignored, as happened the other time, but no - it really was moments ago, the girl was still there, behind the open door to the wine cellar.&nbsp; She purred at the kiss and pressed her body closer, her hands slipping lower, but then she stiffened at the mention of Lionna.&nbsp; <br><br>"I've told you I don't like the bright ones," she complained petulantly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 11:10:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg)</div> <strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br><br>Feeling the hands slipping down, she rested her head a moment upon the others, almost nuzzling against it. What a comfort it was, in her arms such a way. It was strange, yes, that she could feel so dearly for another after all that had happened, but she embraced the feeling. But there was a problem. Muriel's body stiffened and her response was the opposite of what she had expected, the answer she had needed. "Muriel, my love. Tell me she is not out wandering the woods or anything of the sort? You didn't let her go with knowledge of the town and the Castle, did you?" Hand moving to below the woman's chin, she raised the other's head up, eyes flashing as they hit her's. All she needed was reassurance that the girl wasn't out and about, ready to run into town and straight into the arms of her brother, telling him all that she had endured. Of course, they could be done in, but it'd be much simpler if the girl had never even left the house. "Angel, tell me she has not left."<br><br>Timing was key when it came to feeding. If the girl were to escape and her brother were to find her, they would have to die immediately. It wouldn't be difficult, though Arman, at least, would have to be pulled out to the town to capture them. Giving the group food too soon would cause uneasiness in the next season. She could kill the two herself, but the spoiled Unknown would not take those who were already dead. Looking down at the beautiful face, she wanted to be angry, but it was difficult. Anxiety was rising within her, though the immediate cause she was unsure of. While awaiting a response, she began to chew at the inside of her lip, almost unnoticably.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 02:45:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTqc6LS-8MlYsXdXeA658iq72OyvkNoFXde2ayTdk7B-dFeKWk0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Arman Mazzaferro (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132874.msg5913952#msg5913952)<br>Unknown</div><br><br><hr><br>Arman had watched Mariana’s reactions as he spoke her shock and surprise clearly evident and understandable and matching his own surprise. He had been frightened that she would be angry and filled with hate for hurting her so long ago, but when her expression changes to one of joy even before she speaks he knows that she has already forgiven him, which only proves how much of her humanity she has managed to retain and reaffirm why he had been so attracted to her when she was still a mortal and why he suffered a broken heart himself by leaving her but that was better than the heart break he would have suffered had he taken her life. <br><br>”You cannot be blamed for not recognizing me as I did not recognize you until you just now told about living in this area when you did and telling me I reminded you of myself. You were mortal at the time and I of course never told you that I was not. I expected you to have died long ago and it is only logical for you to have expected the same of me.”<br><br>When Mariana explains her forgiveness and finishes by saying how soon after his leaving she had been found and forcibly turned Arman cannot repress the groan of regret and sorrow. Had he stayed just a few more days perhaps he could have protected her from the monster or at the very least rescued her from his mistreatment after he turned. But he had left knowing eventually he would not be able to stop himself from seducing her and due to his lack of control killing her. As much as he hates the way she was turned he would have liked to have rescued her from the one that turned her and they could have then spent the last centuries together instead thinking the other had died.<br><br>”Just a matter of days, that knowledge does not make me feel better about my decision to leave you when I did. I would have gladly fought even another of us to protect or rescue you. I’m sorry that your change and life since has been so unpleasant. I do hope that I can make the rest of your days at least less miserable but hopefully with some happiness once again. To be honest I never met another of out kind until I arrived here and settled into this house. I do not even remember my turning I just awoke one night alone and changed. The time I spent with you was really the only time in my life I did not simply go from one pleasure to seeking my next and it took me decades to really find any pleasure in my feeding again.”<br><br>When Mariana asks if he would have really made her change a special thing instead of a thing of nightmares Arman smiles warmly clearly showing the affection he once held for her that is being rekindled. He slightly turns his head to lean into her hand and his eyes drift closed as he enjoys the simple touch of her hand against his skin. Reopening his eyes he looks at her just inches away from his face his over is quiet and filled with the emotion he had felt so long ago and his mind and heart are remembering.<br><br>”If you would had have chosen to join me and I knew then how to do it I most certainly would have done my best to make it as pleasurable as possible. Melly might not agree but I never loved her and chose her because of her appearance and compliant nature and she seemed to enjoy the pain. You though it would have been a tender loving thing with me creating not a pet or a plaything to please anybody else. The others here had found out that I had never turned anyone and were pressuring me turn my first. You though it would have more like a marriage with me creating the companion I wanted to spend the rest of eternity with. Sure there is some pain involved but just like with feeding things can be done to make the pain just a part of an overall pleasurable experience and I would have been with you when you woke to see that you were fed properly and to start teaching you to live as an immortal.”<br><br>Arman leans forward closing the distance between them pressing his lips to Mariana’s like he had when he was falling in love with her and had decided that killing her just was not an option. Although he is definitely very much physically attracted to her and there is some passion and lust in the kiss there is more emotion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 06:31:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel's wings fluttered in irritation as she turned up a dark look, a brief flash of the bottomless, hungry abyss in her eyes before her expression turned into a girlish pout.&nbsp; "And what if I did?&nbsp; She's mine to play with.&nbsp; Mine!" &nbsp; She pushed Crane back against the wall with a sudden burst of inhuman strength, pinning her in place.&nbsp; "You're not supposed to bring the bright ones!"&nbsp; <br><br>Muriel leaned forward, her burst of anger fading into a wistful moan as she again buried her face into Crane's throat, nipping gently with her teeth as her grip relaxed and her hands caressed the mortal woman.&nbsp; The rest of her words were muffled against Julie-Anna's skin.&nbsp; "I've done this for so long, little sparrow...they've come before.&nbsp; You don't need to worry so much."&nbsp; <br><br>She sighed as she bunched Julie-Anna's shirt in her fists, a button snapping off to careen across the basement floor with a plastic ticking sound. &nbsp;"But darling, there are things I can't do."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 06:51:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk113/VampireWytch/Actress%20and%20Actor%20Icons/13-2.png)<br><strong>Mariana Gaunt</strong><br><em>Unknown</em></div><hr><br>She nodded at his reassurance, and then frowned as he looked so tortured.<br><br>"You cannot blame yourself for my misfortune. It was no one's fault but my...creator. He was a cruel man who was very ancient and strong even then. However, thank you for your sentiment."<br><br>She stroked his jaw and smiled sweetly at him. When he explained about the turning, she blushed and then looked sad at the mention of Melly. She didn't want to hurt the girl, and she didn't want to steal Arman away...although the thought of him being intimate with Melly made her surprisingy jealous. If anything, Melly had more right to that emotion than her, but she couldn't help it.<br><br>When he kissed her, she pressed back against him and closed her eyes in pleasure at the sheer passion of his action. She held him close and moved her lips sensually over his before licking at the seam of his lips and sneaking inside to tangle her tongue with his. She moaned softly and increased the desire and arched into him as the years of missing him came crashing around her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 08:10:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg)</div> <strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br><br>Julie-Anna chuckled softly at the childish expression on the woman's face, choosing to disregard the darkness that had flashed through her eyes. A soft gasp escaped her as the wind disappeared from her lungs, back pressed tightly against the stone wall of the basement. She understood the feelings, whispering, "I won't bring them anymore, alright?" Muriel relaxed against her. "I promise."<br><br>Her arms wrapped around the angel's waist and for a moment she felt as if she had to cling to her, that same shiver as earlier attacking her body as the small nibbles of her teeth became more prominent on her skin. Something in the woman's words calmed her, almost making her forget about the girl she had come inquiring about. Or was it something else, something much more... enticing? "Angel!" Her voice sounded high to her ears, much higher than it should have been, but the sound of the button that rattled across the floor also rattled in her ears, much louder than expected. An echo? No. The Sparrow was losing her composure all because of this darling little angel. Calming herself, she allowed her fingers to trace up Muriel's sides, a hand gliding over the feathers of her wings. The other slipped slowly higher up her side, over the edge of her breast, and to her neck, tips of her fingers pressing the woman's face upwards as her own moved closer, eyes filled with a dangerous dark lust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 08:20:12</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Paul Ravitz</strong></span><br>Unknown<br><br>The women in front of him got closer and closer each time he looked up, so he kept looking away. His eyes landed on the open door that Muriel had from, curiosity bubbling up inside him. A wonderful scent hit his nose as the human inside made itself known to him. Something within began to make his stomach churn, eyes grow as he attempted to inch closer. Unfortunately, the chains around his arms and ankles only allowed about two feet of movement in any direction. With a sigh, he sat and stared into the darkness, hoping the human would come out and try to escape while the other two were distracted. He doubted anything would tear them apart at this point, so as long as it crawled through quietly, it would be fine, right? Thus Paul wagged a small finger, trying to bid it to come closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 08:27:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1267.photobucket.com/albums/jj544/shininghime2/celebrities/Miranda11.png)<br><strong>Lionna Morales</strong><br><em>Visiting</em></div><hr><br>Muriel left, but seemed distracted enough to leave the door ajar. Swallowing nervously, she waited a few minutes before deciding that perhaps this was her chance to escape. Standing up, she licked her lips and looked around, realizing that she had no belongings here and simply inhaling to bolster her courage before inching to the door. <br><br>She peeked outside and saw that the two women were rather distracted, so she squeezed out the door and began to quietly tip-toe the other way. Suddenly she saw a boy chained to the wall, and she jumped slightly. She almost gasped, but she knew she had to be quiet. Immediately her protective instincts rose up, and she moved closer...whispering to him.<br><br>"Oh God...are you alright? Are they keeping you prisoner here too?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 08:46:57</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Paul Ravitz</span></strong><br>Unknown<br><br>It was a girl who came from the door. She came to him and whispered, his response rapid blinking. She smelled so good. He could see the blood running through her veins, several areas popping up against her skin, as if calling to him. He reached a hand out to touch her, though to her it may have seemed like a silent plea for help. Maybe he could get her to unchain him, to let him out. Maybe he could figure out why her blood looked so good to him. Quietly, he raised a hand, pointing to the key that dangled off a hook that had been nailed into the post directly across from him. It was just far enough away that he could never reach it. So he waited to see if she would try to release him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 08:51:28</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1267.photobucket.com/albums/jj544/shininghime2/celebrities/Miranda11.png)<br><strong>Lionna Morales</strong><br><em>Visiting</em></div><hr><br>She, of course, had no idea the danger she was in. She assumed he was a poor young boy imprisoned against his will like she was. Her eyes filled with sympathy, and she followed his finger to the key. Nodding, she immediately went over and got the key, hurrying back and unlocking the chains that bound him.<br><br>She smiled sadly at him and made sure he could move about freely before sitting back on her heels and waiting for him to speak...if he did.<br><br>"I'm Lionna."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 09:11:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel shivered with pleasure at the touch, gasping in the overwhelming aphrodisiac smell of the darkness.&nbsp; She nodded at the promise, murmuring an incoherent acceptance, and tilted her head to take Julie-Anna's slim, soft fingers into her mouth, caressing with her tongue and lips as she held the sparrow's gaze.&nbsp; Her hands tightened further on the shirt, more buttons detaching to the accompaniment of tearing cloth as the blouse was shredded to strips of cloth.&nbsp; <br><br>"More," Muriel moaned, her need edging toward desperation as she pushed the beautiful blond head downward.&nbsp; Meanwhile her own strange dress unraveled and drifted to a heap of scraps on the floor, leaving her small, slim body pale and naked.&nbsp; "I want...more!"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 09:16:26</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Paul Ravitz</span></strong> <div class="floatright">(http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y16/Eveleen/alex-pettyfer-gareth.jpg)</div><br>Unknown<br><br>Wow. It worked. Small fingers rubbed at where the chains had been, looking down for a moment, amazed at the freedom with which he could move after so long. Slowly, his eyes turned up to look at the girl. For a moment, he stared. Something deep inside his body turned and crawled, his skin tingling and nostrils flaring. A wicked smile crossed her lips, eyes growing completely black. It was a look that only the devil himself could pull off, one that did not belong on someone who looked like a ten year old child.<br><br>"Hello, Lionna. I'm your worst nightmare." A sudden, invisible movement and his mouth found itself on the space between her neck and shoulder, teeth piercing her skin. As the girl's blood began to trickle from her skin and into his mouth, something wild came over him. Teeth growing much sharper, he shoved them further into her skin, the dark, warm liquid now gushing into his mouth. Had he had the ability, he would have torn her tendons out, muscle flailing out of her body. But her body began to twist, bones moving, blood rushing, the air in his lungs disappearing. Throwing her to the ground he growled, screaming out into the echoes of the dungeon he had called home for the last ten years. His body was changing, morphing, but into what, he didn't know. None of the others every changed into strange creatures, so what was happening to him?<br><br>The cracking and snapping of bones could be heard, muscle and skin growing and flexing. His hair grew, arms and legs were longer. Shoulders and chest now much broader, feet, hands and head bigger, and each part of him dripping with blood. The raw skin that had formed itself over his new body healed, though very slowly. He needed more blood. Something in the girl had triggered this; that was the only explanation, right? An animalistic look came over him as the now twenty year-old man jumped onto the bleeding girl, pinning her to the cold ground.<br><br>"You," he groaned, eyes shutting tightly. The raw skin burned, as if someone were tearing through his flesh over and over. His whole body felt as if it had been broken, reconstructed, and then broken once more. "I need your blood!" Her roared and clawed into her arm, feeling a sizzling sensation where it touched his unformed skin. The skin on his fingers was now soft but strong. A wild fire blazed behind his eyes, the grin on his face that of a ravenous lion ready to take its prey. He wanted to tear this girl apart. So why hadn't he done so already?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 09:29:52</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1267.photobucket.com/albums/jj544/shininghime2/celebrities/Miranda11.png)<br><strong>Lionna Morales</strong><br><em>Visiting</em></div><hr><br>She still smiled almost motherly at him, and reached forward to take his childish hand before she noticed the change come over his face. The smile was evil, and when she saw his eyes go black, she gasped and yanked her hand back as if burned. Immediately she realized that something was very wrong in this little boy, and his words confirmed that fact. She turned to try and run, but she didn't get even a step away.<br><br>Suddenly she felt him on her, and the tiny&nbsp; boy's mouth attached to her neck. A searing pain followed, and she realized that he had bitten her. The agony was almost unbearable, and when he began drinking from her, she screamed in tortured desperation. She didn't care if the women heard her now. Perhaps they could save her....if they even heard her.<br><br>He gulped her blood down eagerly, and then her body was thrown to the cold ground. She whimpered and tried to crawl away, but then she heard his scream of agony. Turning to look at him, she paled as the little boy she'd released began morphing into a young man before her very eyes. Swallowing, her eyes were round as saucers as she backed up against the wall and felt the blood from her neck soak her shirt and cover her chest. <br><br>Before she could do anything, though, she felt him pounce on her, and she fought him as hard as she could. Breathing hard, she had tears coming from her eyes as the man...who also seemed in pain...knelt over her bleeding form. She struggled against him, but with the blood she was losing, she was not nearly as strong as she even usually was. Groaning in despair, her eyes grew cloudy and she slumped a bit...bleeding more by the second and looking into his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 13:27:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTqc6LS-8MlYsXdXeA658iq72OyvkNoFXde2ayTdk7B-dFeKWk0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Arman Mazzaferro (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132874.msg5913952#msg5913952)<br>Unknown</div><br><br><hr><br>As Mariana responds to the kiss with passion Arman’s passion increases allowing her tongue to slip easily past their entwined lips letting their tongues become tangled together. A deep moan mixes with hers as his arms wrap around her body to pull her even closer in against his. He drops back onto the bed with her practically on top of him. After several moments he finally breaks the kiss but not the embrace. His lips slide up her cheek until they are nearly touching her ear lobe.<br><br>”I know it is not my fault, but it still pains me to think that if I had stayed just a few more days I might have saved you from centuries of misery. Mariana, I did not realize until just now how much I truly missed you, my first and only real love. I am happy beyond belief that you have survived, but sorry you had to suffer so much to make it possible for us to be together now.”<br><br>Arman turns his head sliding his lips back across Mariana’s cheek until their lips once again meet. He presses his lips to hers again his passion and love pouring from him into her through that kiss. His tongue does not hesitate in pressing between their lips to again become entangled with hers this time in her mouth. One of his hands presses into her back moving up and down her body while his other hand slides down to her ass where it stops taking a firm but not painful grip on one of her cheeks pulling her groin in to press against his body. His eyes close and another deep moan passes from him to her through the passionate kiss. No woman has ever felt as good pressed against his body or in his arms as she does even fully clothed now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 18:01:47</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk113/VampireWytch/Actress%20and%20Actor%20Icons/13-2.png)<br><strong>Mariana Gaunt</strong><br><em>Unknown</em></div><hr><br>Mariana smiled at him and then draped her leg over him as she loomed over him on one arm. Pressing her soft curves against him, she sighed softly in happiness and then kisses him back passionately. Her tongue massages the roof of his mouth, and she circled his tongue with hers. When they finally separated, she panted before shivering from his lips' proximity to her ear. <br><br>His words made her blush and smiled, almost tearing up before she kissed him again with feral desire and emotion. Her hand rested on his chest, and her other kept her propped up on the bed as she pressed more firmly against him. She hadn't been with a man since her creator, and she didn't know if she was making a mistake...but she didn't care. Arman affected her like no one else, and she couldn't stop drinking in his emotion and lust. It was addictive.<br><br>She knew they were getting further than she thought they would, so she swallowed and separated from him with a shuddering sigh. Looking into his eyes, she blushed and spoke quietly as she reluctantly separated from him and laid back down on the bed.<br><br>"Arman. I...well...I haven't been with a man since my creator. I've never been with a man while willing, and I have no idea how to act or what to do. With my creator, he...well...he just had me tied up and gagged. I don't know how to do anything beyond kissing a man."<br><br>She turned away as her heart raced from the awkward admission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 19:30:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTqc6LS-8MlYsXdXeA658iq72OyvkNoFXde2ayTdk7B-dFeKWk0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Arman Mazzaferro (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132874.msg5913952#msg5913952)<br>Unknown</div><br><br><hr><br>The kiss is passionate and easily the best kiss and most intoxicating Arman had never experienced even when they were first together. Had Mariana kissed him like that when she was still it probably led to him losing control and making love to her and resulted in her death and after a kiss like that he likely would have found away to end his own life as he would never be able to live with himself after taking the life of such a wonderful woman. Despite the incredible passion they are sharing in the kiss he finds that he does not want to simply give into his lust and fuck her with reckless abandon he wants to make tender and slow love to her, to bring her to the heights of pleasure that can only be achieved when love is involved. Something he has not experienced yet in his long life.<br><br>When Mariana breaks the kiss and rolls off of him with her shuddering sigh Arman gasps at sudden loss of the wonderful embrace and kiss. He rolls to his side to better gaze upon her truly amazing beauty. Where he had been attracted to her before he now sees like a goddess the absolute epitome of perfect beauty and most beautiful female on the planet, this new vision of her can clearly be seen in his eyes as the gaze at her and the smile on his face. Hearing her admission changes his expression to one of surprise and sympathy. His hand comes up to again tenderly caress her face as a single tear rolls across his face.<br><br>”You are absolutely the most amazing woman I have ever had the honor of meeting. How it is that you can go through what you have and not become a hate filled monster is beyond my comprehension. This gentleness and compassion of yours is why I fell so hard for you that I could not bring myself to take your life so long ago. Please tell me that you have at least gotten some tenderness from contact with other women since you have never gotten it from men. I will never take from you what you are not willing to give. I also will not rush you. While I do hope we can finish what we just started here it will not be until you are ready, comfortable with it. When you are ready I will take the lead and your body will react, instinct and your desire will guide you. It has been a long time since our time as a couple and our emotions are running high and our hormones are as well, but if you simply want to cuddle and enjoy our reunion listening to the music we can do that.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 19:42:15</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk113/VampireWytch/Actress%20and%20Actor%20Icons/13-2.png)<br><strong>Mariana Gaunt</strong><br><em>Unknown</em></div><hr><br>She looked up at him as he stared down at her. He was the most handsome man she'd ever seen, and she had never been attracted to another man like she was to him. It amazed her that she didn't realize it right away. Although she couldn't bring herself to say the word "love" yet, as it was still too soon in their second meeting, she knew the emotion she felt was damn close. <br><br>When he caressed her cheek, she turned her head into it and then reached up to catch his tear. The fact that he felt so strongly about her pain made her heart nearly stop beating. Swallowing, she knew now that she wanted to give herself to him.<br><br>"I'm not as amazing as you seem to think I am, but thank you. I've never felt anything like this for another man. And yes, I've had some female friends, but I always kept moving so I wouldn't have to worry about them noticing me never aging. Until I came here, I never stayed in one place longer than 5 years at a time."<br><br>When he said that he would wait, she smiled and leaned up to kiss him softly.<br><br>"No. I don't want to wait. I've waited centuries already, and I want you. I want you to make love to me and show me what other people seem to enjoy so much about it. I want to be your lover, and I want to be one with you. I'm nervous, but I don't want to wait."<br><br>She kissed him again and then laid back down, reaching up to unbutton her shirt slowly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 21:04:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTqc6LS-8MlYsXdXeA658iq72OyvkNoFXde2ayTdk7B-dFeKWk0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Arman Mazzaferro (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132874.msg5913952#msg5913952)<br>Unknown</div><br><br><hr><br>After Mariana catches his tear on her finger and says that she is not as amazing as he thinks Arman’s expression returns to one of before of him looking upon the most beautiful woman to have ever graced this world. A light and soft chuckle slips from him at her words.<br><br>”There is nothing that you could tell me that could make me less amazed in your ability to remain the gentle and compassionate being as you are after what you have suffered without the tenderness to balance it. Many others have suffered far less and lost so much more than you have. I’m glad that you were able to find some tenderness and pleasure from other women we all need some tenderness in our lives especially somebody as gentle and caring as you. Five years, it pleases me to learn that you did have that time with others. Before coming here I rarely stayed a single year any one place and never more than two.”<br><br>The soft kiss causes his eyes to close and quiet moan to slip from him, as even the lightest of touches from her give him indescribable pleasure. Her words bring his eyes open again to gaze at her and puts a joyous yet tender smile on his face. After her second kiss and she lies back and begins to undo the buttons of her shirt Arman raises up on one elbow to gaze down on her at her lovely face. His other hand comes up to gently grab her hands stopping her from undoing any more buttons. He places a tender loving kiss on her lips.<br><br>”If you are truly ready to do this now then let me do this for you and if you like you can do the same for me. It would give me great pleasure to slowly undress you and for you to undress me.”<br><br>Gently moving her fingers out of the way he starts to unbutton her shirt the rest of the way quite easily with just one hand as he continues to just gaze down at her face, into her eyes. When all the buttons are undone and the shirt is free to open his hand slips under the material to lightly caress the soft smooth skin of her belly and slowly open the shirt exposing the flesh beneath it. He places another tender kiss on her soft full lips before laying back himself giving her easy access to his shirt to open it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jassara Sunn</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 01:36:35</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Melly-Unkown </span><br><br>Melly blinked a few times at Camerom's answer to her question. To think, being able to live as long as they would, only to stay in one place. That baffled her, which was clear from the wideness of her hazel eyes.<br><br>"You mean, you've never thought to explore? See the world!?" Her hands came up, spreading in an arch, as if circling the world itself. Suddenly, she balled them into fists. Her expression became mixed with anger, confusion and awe. It was clear she felt very passionately about it, and plans began to form in her head. <br><br>"You've sat here, all these years, in this place." She turned towards him, placing a hand to rest gently on his shoulder. "Looking out this same window, we must change that." Her eyes flashed with a mischievous glint, the edge of her plump lips curled into a sneaky grin.<br><br>His other statement shocked her to a certain degree. Almost as much as finding out he's been stuck in Castle Hill for so long. Her plans momentarily forgotten, her thoughts turned to Paul. She pitied the boy, for two reasons. Yes, one was for the fact that he had been changed before he could mature. But, the majority of it was because they saw fit to keep him chained up in the cellar. She had listened to the others, knew they saw him as a potential threat. Yet, that didnt stop her from trying to free him. She had, obviously, failed. Couldn't pick the locks, and even though Arman had said that the longer she lived, she would gain a considerable amount of strength. But, she was still young, so she couldn't rip the chains apart. The Sparrow held the key to his freedom. Tilting her head, she gave voice to the one question that rang in her mind.<br><br>"Why?" Though it was one word, a fool could understand the depth of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 02:10:46</strong>
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				Cameron gave Melly a smile when she mentioned changing the fact he had never been out of the area of the castle. He didn't smile too often but when he did it was something beautiful, it was kind and soft almost innocent. <br><br>"Well I have been outside I like to walk around out there, there's actually this black cat that always hangs around that I feed when I go outside, nobody knows about him, I also go outside to smoke but that's as far as I go usually I'm not a big fan of large crowds I'd rather humans be handed to me one by one it's less stressful" ,Cameron admitted. <br><br>He found an odd trust for the young woman, maybe it was the way she spoke to him or the way she didn't judge him. When she asked about Paul Cameron let out a sigh.<br><br>"You probably won't believe me but I changed him because I felt an odd connection to the boy it was as if something was telling me the change had to happen right then and there, nobody understands it because they didn't feel it, I did I know what my body felt that day and I knew what had to be done" ,Cameron told her. <br><br>Even he didn't know for sure why he had felt the way he did the day he turned Paul, why he didn't just kill the boy and why he would put such a young boy through the pain of the thirst, the horrible pain he himself felt while growing up. Cameron's smile had faded and he put his head down and he began to question himself again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 02:45:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg)</div> <strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br>There was something going on around them. A scream, chains rattling, and a horrifying yell. Or... Was that the case? She had to be imagining things. She was a controlled woman, so the thought was pushed to the side, the moist tongue that had trapped her fingers preoccupying her conscience. Muriel pleaded for her, making the Sparrow smirk, fingertips only lightly brushing down her neck. Slowly, so slowly, they moved down, tracing lines along her collarbone and further to the invisible line that formed the top of her breasts.<br><br>The yelling filtered through her ears, but her attention once against faltered as she reached the woman's pointed nipples, a flash coming across her eyes. Pulling her fingers from the woman's mouth, Julie-Anna pressed her own lips to the Angel's as her heads wrapped around her breasts, squeezing roughly. Muriel's body was pushed into the nearest wall, hard against the freezing stone. Feeling the dark, lustful sensation come over her, the woman trapped the other with her own body, a muffled groan slipping between their tongues as she enjoyed the perky chest of her Angel.
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				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 03:03:31</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Paul Ravitz</strong></span><br>Unknown<br><br>Something inside the man caused him to quake. His breathing was heavy, pupils completely dilated as the black melted from his eyes. Body hovering over the girl's, his palms were flat on either side of his head, knees wobbling on the hard surface her body now laid limp upon. Immobile. Confused. In pain. Scared shitless. They didn't even come close to describing how he felt. What had he just done? Did he kill her? Take the life of an innocent young girl? What was it that he had become, so quickly, so fiercely? His whole body was trembling now, tears washing some still moist blood from his face. "What... What did I do? What did I do?!" Punching the ground, his fist went straight through the stone, into the dirt below. This strength was unbelievable, but he could not control it.<br><br>On his feet, he stepped backwards, staring at down at her. "Wake up. Please... Just wake up. I didn't want to kill you." His foot tapped the side of hers, somehow thinking it would wake her from her bloody slumber. "Wake up. Wake up!" The monstrous yell into the air made the walls shake, dust falling from the floorboards above. In a last attempt he picked the body up in his arms, slowly moving up the stairs. Through the house, her blood dripped onto the wood and rugs, covering him. Clothes were non-existent, which he hadn't noticed, but it was expected. How would a grown man fit in the clothing of a ten year old? Sniffing with what little strength he had left, he found Cameron's door. The one that had changed him could save her. It was all he could think. Shoulder shoving roughly into the door, he fell to the floor with it, holding her tight so she would endure any more injuries.<br><br>His body was weak, he didn't attempt to stand at that moment. "Please..." was all he could muster, staring down at the girl in his arms. What would he do now? How pitiful. Asking for help from the one he most despised.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 04:36:33</strong>
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				As soon as Cameron finished telling Melly everything a sharp pain went through his entire body, it felt as if someone were ripping his skin from his bones. He ripped his shirt off to check his body as he groaned in pain. The man looked at Melly, his eyes glowing a bright blue and his breathing heavy. He fell to the floor and began clawing at his skin trying to find the source of the pain. <br><br>"FUCK, WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME"?! He yelled. <br><br>Cameron knew Melly probably had no idea what was going on, he was more asking himself what was happening. After the pain subsided Cameron's door flew open and a man stood there with a girl in his arms. His eyes gave him away. "Paul" ,Cameron said quietly. He watched as the man put the girl on the floor and asked for his help. Cameron nodded his head then got up and went straight to the dresser in his room and grabbed a few gauze and some peroxide, he had always patched up who ever he turned after the fact so he had these things handy. He then left the room to get a wet towel. When he returned he cleaned the blood from the girl and began to patch up her wounds. <br><br>"Come on let's get her on the bed and let her rest" ,he told Paul. He looked at the young man with sadness. "I'm sorry for everything and I owe you let me help you to control your thirst". 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 04:43:06</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1267.photobucket.com/albums/jj544/shininghime2/celebrities/Miranda11.png)<br><strong>Lionna Morales</strong><br><em>Visiting</em></div><hr><br>Lionna finally succumbed to unconsciousness as her life force drained onto the cold basement floor. Her normally tan face paled dangerously, and her breathing was extremely slow and uneven. Her heart was weak and barely audible. If something didn't happen soon, she would die...that much was obvious.<br><br>Her body was limp as Paul scooped her up into his arms and raced upstairs to Cameron. Nothing they did roused the human girl, and she was indeed a bloody mess by the time the door was open. Once she was on the bed, her blood soaked the sheets, as her wound just wouldn't stop bleeding. However, she did look slightly better as he cleaned up her red stained skin. She didn't stir, and her body began to tremble as it tried to cope with the loss of blood. The bleeding was slowing, but she had already lost so much blood. If they didn't stop it soon, she would never wake...and even then, would her body recover after losing so much?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 04:58:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Paul Ravitz</strong></span><br>Unknown<br><br>Paul shook as he watched the man move around, though it seemed like the blood continue to pool around her neck and shoulder. Frantically, he pushed his palm against her shoulder, thinking it would at least keep the blood from pouring out too much. However, he had forgotten the burning sensation still covering his skin. Her skin began to bubble under his skin and he jumped, stumbling back against the wall. "I hurt her again..." Yet, something seemed off. Or... Perfect? Moving closer, he looked down at her; her shoulder had closed up from the heat of his palm, no longer allowing blood to exit it. It was soft and smooth, hopefully something that wouldn't cause a scar.<br><br>"Please," his eyes looked up at Cameron, begging wildly. "Please. She'll live, right? She has to live. She can't die, not like this, not because of me." Body still trembling, he fell back onto his rear, sitting and staring blankly around the room. The other girl in the room was probably confused, if not altogether terrified. Or maybe she wasn't? She didn't smell human, so she had to be one of them. What were they, anyway? No one had ever told him. He had just become on of them and sat in that dungeon, starving. What would happen to him now?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 05:13:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel whimpered in pleasure and agony, her hands torn between pushing the sparrow away and pulling her closer.&nbsp; "No," she gasped, pressing her lips against Crane's.&nbsp; She felt the wall press cold and sobering against her back, and for a moment she saw Paul racing up the stairs with the girl's bloody frame.&nbsp; Her eyes focused on him sharply even as she devoured Julie-Anna's passion.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn't blame him for it any more than she'd blame a canyon for the daring climber who fell into it.&nbsp; She listened to him refute his own action, demand for the girl to live, but it hardly mattered.&nbsp; What was done, was; it was the way things were meant to be.&nbsp; She might regret it, but there was so much of that already.&nbsp; The flagstones turned, the blood soaked into the floor and carpets and vanished.&nbsp; Muriel pulled aside the image of the innocent young woman bleeding in pain and spent a masochistic moment examining it, saying farewell as she always did, and then her mind clawed the memory apart, leaving only stray tatters behind.&nbsp; <br><br>Muriel squirmed, lost in the carefree pleasure, and bit lightly at Crane's lips to bruise them.&nbsp; Her hands moved over the woman's body, touching her breasts hesitantly, then too roughly.&nbsp; "I haven't...I don't remember.&nbsp; What do we do?&nbsp; Pleasure me!"&nbsp; She pulled off the last of the shirt and moved lower, wanting the dark woman naked, knowing that was important somehow.&nbsp; Her wings stretched, massive, and folded around them both.&nbsp; She hoped the girl - Lionna? - would stay put in the wine cellar; surely she would know not to come out?&nbsp; The door slammed shut just in case.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 05:40:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg)</div> <strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br>The faint smirk that remained on the woman's lips grew at Muriel's protests and gasps, causing her to push her body more roughly into the wall. A soft whimper could be heard at the bite to her lip, but the gasp that came after was loud, moaning as her breasts felt the roughness of her hands. One hand reached back and unzipped her skirt, allowing it to drop to the floor, leaving the leader of a town and bringer of untimely death standing in the folds of a beautiful Angel's wings in nothing but a pair of stilettos and her little necklace. The light the snuck past the soft feathers cast strange, colorful shadows on her pale body, the only thing giving away to the darkness underneath the light skin being her venomously black eyes.<br><br>"Of course, my gorgeous Angel," she whispered into her ear before her tongue and lips began to work on it, ever so slowly moving to her neck. She could be rough and she knew it, so she chose her moments. The hands that softly caressed her breasts and lips the kissed along her throat now changed drastically. Roughly, she squeezed her breasts, sliding her body against the other's so her mouth could find itself on her nipple, tongue flicking and biting at it. Other hand tracing down her side, the Sparrow moved swiftly, grabbing the woman's perfect ass to pull her to the floor, now crawling on top of her with a devious look.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 07:30:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>"That's...yes, that's right...hurt me!"&nbsp; Black wings spread wide as she lay on the stone, back arching to lift her breasts and force more pressure, bringing a gasp of mixed pain and pleasure.&nbsp; Her hands moved over the sparrow's lithe body, caresses mixed haphazardly with scratches of her sharp nails.&nbsp; The beautiful, beautiful darkness of the murderess filled her vision, blocking out all the horrible light.&nbsp; It was the feel of acceptance, understanding...even forgiveness.&nbsp; The light only burned in punishment.&nbsp; <br><br>She pulled Julie-Anna's breasts to her mouth, her satin lips and velvet tongue caressing them before sharp teeth pricked them - just shy of breaking the skin, Muriel teasing herself with the thought of a small taste.&nbsp; She had promised herself so many times to let the girl live, to wait until the time was right, but she shivered with the agony of self denial. &nbsp;"I want you.&nbsp; I can't wait much longer."&nbsp; <br><br>Muriel stared wonderingly into Julie-Anna's eyes as she took her position on top.&nbsp; The angel's mouth worked in unconscious need, slow biting motions as her chin lifted, waiting to see what the sparrow would do and whimpering with need.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jassara Sunn</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 07:58:01</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Melly-Unkown </span><br><br>As Cameron spoke, Melly felt a slight movement in the air, like something was happening. Her master instantly popped into her mind. She felt sad, if only for a second. She frowned physically shaking her head and shoulders, as if shaking off the sadness. She looked back at the man, feeling a small connection with him, something that may grow with time. <br><br>"I'm......sorry." Seeing his head drop, she thought her words had struck a sensitive spot. Her intentions was never to hurt him, she was curious. Arman never had a desire to create her, the others had told him too. If he regretted it, she never knew. She was curious if he regretted Paul. "I never meant to hurt your feelings, please! I ju-" She jumped back as he called out, falling to the ground. Her mouth flew open, her eyes wide. What was going!? The pain she saw in his eyes when he looked up at her gave her a sick feeling. She went to him, dropping on her knees, and grabbed his face. "What's wrong? Tell me!"<br><br>Her head snapped around, looking at the door. Nostrils flared and the color of her eyes changed, the hazel becoming red. Her lips parted, and her canines grew, protruding out her mouth. Through the door, stumbled in a young man, carrying a girl who was bleeding profusely. Had the blood not triggered her hunger, she might have wondered why the man looked like an older version of Paul, and why he was carrying a female. But she didn't, her mind could register one thing only, how good her blood smelled, and how it was time to feed again.&nbsp; Her muscles tensed as she sat on her knees, watching as they placed the child on the bed. Her eyes widened, the girls blood was pooling around her, dripping on the ground. Moving swiftly, Melly went to the drippings and dipped her fingers in the blood. Bringing her hand to her mouth, her tongue slid out her mouth, and she licked the blood off. As soon as the still hot liquid touched her tongue, a deep moan escaped her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 18:30:07</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk113/VampireWytch/Actress%20and%20Actor%20Icons/13-2.png)<br><strong>Mariana Gaunt</strong><br><em>Unknown</em></div><hr><br>Mariana smiled almost tearfully at him, never having believed that someone could care so much about her. <br><br>"Thank you, Arman. That means the world to me."<br><br>She sighed happily into the kiss, and leaned up before she began unbuttoning her top. When his hand stopped her, though, she frowned. Did he want to quit? Had she read him wrong? Her hands paused, and she exhaled in relief when he said that he wanted them to undress each other. Nodding, she laid back and let him unbutton her top. <br><br>The act was oddly erotic, and she was breathing hard by the tip the two sides of fabric parted to reveal her full, lace-covered breasts and soft stomach. Her nipples ached to be free, but she ached to see Arman. When he laid back, she immediately propped herself up and shrugged her open shirt off to toss it aside. Next she leaned over him and kissed his lips...unable to resist. Her hand went beneath his shirt to feel his stomach and chest before she pulled them out and slowly unbuttoned his top. As each inch of tan skin was revealed, she bent down and placed a kiss on it. <br><br>Soon, his shirt was open as well, and she pushed it aside, pulling it out from under him and tossing it to the floor. With him shirtless, she smiled and bent to press kisses all over the hard, masculine skin. Her tongue licked up his abs and even flicked his nipples.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>29-03-2012, 19:34:20</strong>
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				Cameron looked at Paul, the boy....no man was afraid, he reminded him of himself after he had killed for the first time. After looking over the girl once more Cameron placed a hand on Paul's shoulder and looked the man in his eyes.<br><br>"She's going to live, don't worry" ,he told the man. <br><br>He then looked over at Melly and sighed.<br><br>"You have to resist the urge to feed until the time is right I have a way to take the edge off and make the thirst less painful it's disgusting and you'll hate the taste but it'll hold you both over until you can feed on humans" ,Cameron looked at the two. "I'll have one of the sparrows speak to the butcher in town and get some cattle blood it's not as good as human blood but like I said it'll take the edge off". <br><br>Cameron sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at Paul then at Melly, the two were so young and had a lot to learn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 22:39:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg)</div> <strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br>Another gasp must have echoed through the room since the Sparrow felt air sharply enter her throat, the bite at her breast much sharper than she had expected. A mixture of anger and pleasure flooded the blonde, causing her to sink her own teeth into the woman's neck, hands scratching down her sides, to her hips. A hand continued to push her hip down towards the floor while her legs kept Muriel's legs spread, other hand slipping between them.<br><br>The feelings Julie-Anna had for the Angel were so much more taboo to her than they may have been to the other. The town was small, so sexual intentions with another woman were non-existent, though she refused to show her naivety in the matter. Teasing, she slowly began rubbing the Angel's clit, her fingers moving quickly before she'd stop to get a reaction out of her new toy, smirking fiendishly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 22:58:46</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Paul Ravitz</strong></span><br>Unknown<br><br>His eyes had been flickering all over, uncontrollable. Unable to stay seated, he began to pace, trying to calm his body, stop the shaking. Realizing that his clothes had been shredded just a few moments ago, he found Cameron's clothes and took a pair of his pants, not caring for asking the man or if they even fit right. After all, he could spare a pair of pants since Paul could, apparently, spare his entire life. Something caught his ears and he turned, seeing Melly after the girl's blood.<br><br>"Animal!" He roared out, grabbing the woman by the wrist and pulling her off her feet, into the air. "Paws off, witch." With the simple flick of his wrist, she went flying into the wall, head and hands shattering the window as they slammed through it. The eyes that had grown completely black once more melted away as he found himself beside the girl he had hurt. A hand cupped her cheek, thumb rubbing softly against it. He wanted her to wake up, to be ok, to not hate him, even. Glancing at Cameron, he knew that would be impossible, especially if he had changed her into one of them, the monsters that ate people; at least that's how he saw it. Swallowing hard, he simply sat and stared, readying a deadly glare towards anyone who would come near his precious little doll. That's what she was to him - a doll. Her skin looked like porcelain, cheeks so perfectly pink, and soft, brown hair that just fell over her shoulders in the most perfect manor. Everything about her seemed so perfect and, having never seen such a thing outside of dolls, it's all he could compare her to from his childish memory. "Wake up... Please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 23:05:52</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1267.photobucket.com/albums/jj544/shininghime2/celebrities/Miranda11.png)<br><strong>Lionna Morales</strong><br><em>Visiting</em></div><hr><br>Luckily, Cameron's quick patching and Paul's accidental cauterization did indeed save her life. Finally the bleeding stopped, and in a few minutes, color returned to her face slightly. She was still incredibly weak, but as Melly was moaning from the taste of the young girl's blood, Lionna stirred and whimpered as pain and confusion. Without opening her eyes, she reached for warmth, as her body was far too cold from loss of blood. She found Paul's newly healed skin, and felt the warmth radiating from the freshly fed Unknown. <br><br>She wasn't completely conscious, but tried to move toward Paul. When Melly was thrown across the room, she finally opened her eyes and looked around, trying to remember what had happened. Seeing the glass shatter, she gasped and then saw both the unfamiliar man and Paul...the boy...man...thing! She didn't know what the handsome young male was, but she knew that the last thing she remembered was him attacking her. <br><br>Her large eyes widened and she stiffened as she tried to back away...even though his hand was soothing on her face. She swallowed and spoke firmly, but it was quiet.<br><br>"I...are you going...to kill me?"<br><br>She swallowed and closed her eyes.<br><br>"Please just make it quick."<br><br>Her voice was brave and she waited for the strike she inevitably expected.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 23:15:02</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Paul Ravitz</strong></span><br>Unknown<br><br>Paul's own eyes widened as she spoke, relief coming over him, quickly drowned away by her words.<br><br>"Wha-? I- No! No, I'm not going to ki- I'm not going to hurt you. Not again. Not ever. I promise." Some may think he couldn't understand what a promise was, what it meant, but he did. He knew what it was to mean something with all your being and have the intention of holding true to that statement for as long as you stood on the Earth. Sighing, his head turned, unable to look at the girl. "I'm sorry. I couldn't control myself."<br><br>Those simple words felt like he was giving himself away, telling some secret that no one should hear. Obviously, it was pride boiling within him, the pride that he had held on to for ten years, never asking for anything or weakening under the others. He would not let himself be seen as a weak child, the way he knew they all thought regardless. This time, something in her eyes told him that he had to drop that silly pride and simply say what he felt.<br><br>"I'm sorry..." He realized he didn't know her name, or who she was. "Wait. How did you even get here?" His eyes returned to her in curiosity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 23:39:43</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1267.photobucket.com/albums/jj544/shininghime2/celebrities/Miranda11.png)<br><strong>Lionna Morales</strong><br><em>Visiting</em></div><hr><br>She was surprised by the genuine shame in his voice, and especially when he said he wouldn't ever hurt her again. Frowning, she opened her eyes and watched his confused face display a variety of emotions, and then look away. She didn't know what they were, or what had happened. Heck, she didn't even know if she hadn't just hallucinated this whole week! Or was she already dead? She had no idea, and she sighed as her own brow furrowed.<br><br>When he asked how she'd gotten there, she frowned and tried to think back.<br><br>"I had a friend, and she really wanted to go on the tour of this house. That's the last thing I remember before waking up in a little cell in the basement. The dark woman...Muriel? She fed me for a few days, but then forgot to lock the door back. That's when I escaped. My family...especially my brother...has to be worried sick."<br><br>She looked into his eyes.<br><br>"I don't think I should trust you, but my name is Lionna. What's yours?"<br><br>Cameron and Melly were forgotten as she focused on Paul.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 23:56:13</strong>
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				Cameron watched as Paul talked to the girl, he knew the man felt terrible and this whole situation could be blamed on him if they went back far enough. He took a few steps forward to get a better look at the girl. When he heard the mention of her family he stiffened up a little bit.<br><br>"This family of yours wouldn't be the type to come looking for you themselves would they"? He asked curiously. <br><br>Cameron had seen a lot of people come looking for loved ones and never return, Paul's family oddly never questioned about Paul or go investigating after he disappeared and Cameron had always wondered why. He took a deep breath then put his hand on his head and began to think. Cameron paced around the room for a few moments his mind racing.<br><br>"We'll have to keep an eye on her she may change in the near future and if she does we'll have to feed her" ,He said looking at Paul. "I'll talk to Muriel see what she knows about the girl and we can figure out what to do from there, I'll be right back". <br><br>He left the room and began to call out for Muriel, Cameron walked throughout the house calling for her but didn't receive an answer so he returned to his room figuring she was busy and he should try and call for her again later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 00:04:10</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Paul Ravitz</strong></span><br>Unknown<br><br>Muriel. What had that woman been planning? Was she trying to keep the girl as a pet? Save her from death? Then he remembered her saying something to the Crane. She didn't like the bright ones, whatever that meant. Smart? This girl definitely did look smart. Or maybe it was just her person - good? He wasn't sure, but his mind raced as he tried to think of why that creepy angel would keep the girl. Then again, he and the Crane were the only reason he hadn't completely lost hope and soul by now. At the mention of a family his eyes darkened, narrowing. His family hadn't even come looking for him, not once. It felt as if they never even cared.<br><br>"I'm uh... Paul. I'm Paul." Looking her over, she was covered in blood and visibly bruised from when he had pushed her down. She was also pale, paler than she should have been, even with such a loss of blood. He could hear Cameron talking, glancing back at him for a moment and watching him walk out.<br><br>"You need to get cleaned up," he stood, holding a hand out. Then, feeling like an idiot, he carefully slid his arms under her legs and back, lifting her slowly. The loss of blood would make her far too weak to walk around on her own so he cradled her to his bare chest. As he was about to leave the room, Cameron walked back in.<br><br>"I'll take whatever crap you have to give me later. Right now, I have to make her comfortable." He stepped into the hall, looking around. "There have to be a few extra rooms." Having only been in the actual home part of the house once before, he had no clue where he was or where anything else was, but he knew well enough that the place was huge on the inside, so he walked around, searching for an empty room. Finally finding one, he kicked the door open, walking past the bed and to the door leading to the bathroom where he placed Lionna on the vanity. He turned to the bathtub, turning the water on, hand held beneath the spout to test the temperature of the water, his back to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 00:46:17</strong>
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				"I'm not going to give you any crap Paul do what you need to do" ,Cameron told him as the man walked out of the room cradling the girl.<br><br>Cameron followed keeping a close eye on Paul, he knew Paul's human instincts wouldn't let him attack the girl again but he knew all to well what the thirst could do to someone who didn't learn to control it yet. After Cameron watched for a few moments he decided the girl would be safe for at least a little while, Paul had fed decently and would be able to go without for a little while.<br><br>"Hey Paul, I'm gonna go outside for a little bit....I know you don't trust me and I don't blame you but if you need me please don't hesitate to call me I'll help you with whatever you need it's the least I can do" ,Cameron left before Paul could say anything.<br><br>He sat down in his usual spot outside and lit a cigarette looking out into the emptiness of the sky. A soft meow could be heard from underneath the porch, Cameron tapped lightly on the side and a small black cat came out fro hiding and cuddled up to Cameron. The man was an evil son of a bitch when he needed to be but he did have a soft side, mainly for animals because they couldn't hurt him as much as humans could. Cameron thought about Paul and how much the boy probably hated him, he knew he had to do something to make things right he just didn't know what. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>31-03-2012, 08:32:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel moaned, struggling to ignore all the little voices elsewhere calling her name; an unwelcome distraction and one she hoped would pass.&nbsp; She focused instead on her partner; her lover, her darling darkness.&nbsp; She smiled at the endearment, and spoke it aloud, testing the feel of the words on her tongue and palate: "My darling darkness."&nbsp; Julie-Anna's caresses drew out a moan.&nbsp; The light scratching was almost playful, far too little to cause any real pain to the angel's avatar.&nbsp; The thrust downward, the slim finger pressing into her tightness, however, teased out bits of memory that sparked in Muriel's dark eyes like supernova.&nbsp; <br><br>A cabaret dancer, long ago, all feathers and brocade with red painted lips as she wandered the house, unsteady on her feet, the light tapping of heels lost in the sound of jazz from the parlor where the other actors were laughing.&nbsp; She stumbled upon Muriel, stretched naked on a balcony under the moonlight, but didn't back away in embarrassment or laugh it off casually.&nbsp; A sweet, playful tryst followed, each taking a turn bent over the rail, shivering in delight and choking back cries of bliss as strangers chatted below.&nbsp; The girl's expression of adoration in the moment before Muriel struck, the sudden bloom of shock and the sweet taste of evil.&nbsp; <br><br>"I remember how." &nbsp;Muriel gasped.&nbsp; Then, as now, there was no particular sense of the forbidden; whatever her appearance, Muriel's existence stretched far beyond gender; or had, once.&nbsp; In her turn, she simply appreciated the softness, and the particular purity of evil, that only seemed present in a woman.&nbsp; She moved her hips against the finger, looking into her darling's eyes, mouth and lids wide open as her clit seemed alive with sensation.&nbsp; <br><br>"Another finger...faster!"&nbsp; Muriel's voice began to shade toward demanding.&nbsp; With the memory of pleasure, gaining more now suddenly held new importance.&nbsp; She reached up with an iron grip to pull Crane's lips back to her breast.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 07:32:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg) <br><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br></div><br>Julie-Anna shivered at the name the woman had called her, her 'darling darkness'. It was a pleasant sort of chill filled both with surprise and an emotional reach she rarely allowed herself to feel. It was odd, most definitely, that she gave so much of herself to this gorgeous little Angel that moved beneath her, moaning out in a way that only brought more pleasure to the Sparrow. Never had she found her body aching and twisting, finding such titillation in simply hearing the cries of another being echoing in her ears. She could feel herself tightening with each sound, the moisture that had already built up threatening to spread.<br><br>It seemed some memories had flooded back to the woman, her eyes momentarily far away. Was it a twinge of jealousy that struck Julie-Anna, poking and prodding at the back of her head? When those wide eyes returned to her own, she complied with the demands that the equally wide mouth called out, pressing a second finger to the throbbing clit she had only been teasing. Her mouth eagerly attacked the breast that it was brought down to, tongue flicking viciously over the hardened nipple that pressed against it. She took to biting, first softly, though her teeth began to dig further into the soft, tender breast that so deliciously stayed within her grasps.<br><br>A third finger found itself joining the other two, moving quickly, pinching and squeezing to bring Muriel further towards her blissful destination. Tongue sliding between her breasts, she moved to the other, giving it the same punishing treatment as the former. Her lips moved to hover beside Muriel's ear, quite audible as her fingers worked faster than she knew they could. "Cum for me, my Angel."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 09:53:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>"Oh yes, much...much better."&nbsp; Muriel writhed, her wings moving back and forth over the floor as energy seemed to spark through her body.&nbsp; She shuddered at the bites, pressing Crane's head tighter against her small, youthful breasts.&nbsp; This sex was different than time she remembered; sweeter, though no less frantic, to be with her darling darkness after admiring her for so long than it was with the nameless cabaret dancer.&nbsp; Her hand moved down the sparrow's back, caressing the soft skin and then curling into a claw to scratch across as she screamed in pleasure and clenched around the invading fingers.&nbsp; It was wonderful, an orgasmic wave of peace and tranquility that kept the pain at bay for...a moment.&nbsp; Only a moment, not enough, never, ever enough.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're so beautiful, darling darkness...no, don't stop.&nbsp; Your mouth...she used her mouth."&nbsp; A pull on her hair dragged Julie-Anna lower, her tongue leaving a wet trail down her stomach and navel to the short tuft of hair above the wet, tight lips between the angel's legs.&nbsp; "Make me forget about the light...try harder."&nbsp; She spread her knees and tilted her head down to watch, her eyes dark, endless and demanding.&nbsp; The cabaret dancer hadn't been able to give enough, only drive the angel toward the need; in the end, the dancer's destruction was the only bit of relief she could find.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jassara Sunn</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 19:50:32</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Melly-Unkown </span><br><br>Melinva's mind took in what Cameron had said. Her thoughts; yuck, eeww and disgusting. Her face slowly twisted up, mirroring her thoughts. She was slowly, but surely winning the battle with her hunger. She thought of the things Arman had taught her, which was to think of something other than the hunger. Something more powerful, so she thought of her past, her family and those she left behind. The burning in her throat and chest died down, and her vision was returning. The stranger's words finished the job, animal, he called her an animal. Even as he picked her up, and through into the wall, her head and half her body hanging out the now broken window. All she could think about was what he said. Cut up, bruised and a little battered, she laid there, mind reeling. Was she really an animal, is that how she looked? Did she act like one? Why hadn't her master told her? It wasn't something she could help, the hunger, she was still 'young' and not totally in control of her urges. But was that an excuse? She sighed, remaining perfectly still as she listened to the others move around. Its not that she was scared of the man, amazed was really how she felt. He tossed her so easily, Arman had told her they become stronger over time, she had gained some strength, but he said she hasnt reached her full potential yet. <br><br>Hearing them leave, she slowly pulled herself up, wincing as glass slid out of her shoulder and back. She touched her face, feeling her busted lip and the long, thin cut down the side of her face. If she was human, she was sure the pain would've been unbelievable, luckily she wasn't. The smell of her own blood interrupted her thoughts for a second, it made her want to throw up. Standing, she began to limp out Camerons room, heading to her own. She wasn't really worried about the cuts, they would heal, slowly since it was time to feed. Her body would ache untill she fed. Arman's room was on the way, her first instinct was to go to him. She stopped and found herself reaching for the door knob, but pulled back, almost as if touching it would hurt. Groaning she walked away, holding her side. Shutting the door behind, she collapsed on her bed, closing her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 22:47:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg) <br><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br></div><br>The flood that escaped the woman made Julie-Anna smile what may have been a genuine smile, something that had been lost long ago to the young Sparrow. Yes, now she felt herself to be young, more invigorated and full of life. A dark, burning fire-no, a burning desire now swelled up inside her, deep in the pit of her stomach. It made her want to give more to the Angel, who obviously had no objections as she pushed the blonde head downward.<br><br>Julie-Anna's fingers slipped down, tongue flicking the spot they had rested in. It moved down, along her lips, teeth tugging and nibbling at the soaking lips that deserved more attention than those much higher on her body. Her mouth examined every inch of the woman before returning to their first point of attack. Just as her tongue pressed down and she began to suck at the small spot, the fingers that had caused Muriel's first release, all three, suddenly found themselves deep within the woman's body, pushing further in, pressing hard each time they reached the very back of the channel that lead to another, greater form of pleasure within a woman. The scratches on her back, ones that would surely be visible later on, made the Sparrow moan softly against the flower she played with. Her mouth and fingers pushed harder, much harder, and free hand scratched deep into the pale hips, bring the body closer, much closer than she knew it could be. Her eyes looked up at the adoring Angel, looking to see her dark eyes resting back on her own, and the expression on that beautiful young face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 00:28:26</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1267.photobucket.com/albums/jj544/shininghime2/celebrities/Miranda11.png)<br><strong>Lionna Morales</strong><br><em>Visiting</em></div><hr><br>When the man asked if her family was the type to come looking for her, she nodded.<br><br>"My brother, Cristian. He won't rest until he finds me."<br><br>She knew that was true, and that gave her hope. However, she didn't know what kind of situation she was in, and she most certainly did not want her brother to be in danger. Yes, he was a military trained soldier, but that didn't mean he could go up against these...creatures. Cameron spoke as if she wasn't there, and she huffed angrily.<br><br>"I'm right here, you know. I can hear you."<br><br>She soon saw Paul walk toward her, and she made a note to remember his name. Paul. Like she could forget the boy...man...who'd attacked her and now acted so protective and almost...caring? It was probably just guilt, but it was better than nearly dying. That was for certain. He scooped her up, and she was about ready to say she could walk, but she knew she couldn't. He carried her easily through the house and into an empty room...and then bathroom...before setting her gently on the vanity and running water for a bath. <br><br>Was he planning on staying while she bathed? She blushed deeply as her eyes ran over his half naked body, and then down over her own blood-soaked clothing. <br><br>"Umm...I think I can take it from here."<br><br>She was still weak, but she wasn't going to let him see her naked that easily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 02:21:53</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Paul Ravitz</strong></span><br>Unknown<br><br>It probably seemed like he ha ignored what she said when he returned to the vanity and once more lifted the girl up. It was amazing how light she felt, almost weightless, really. The girl was definitely thin, couldn't weigh very much at all, but not even a ten year old was as light as she felt. <em>Did I really just use ten as the age? Wow.</em> Irony sounded in his head but Paul ignored it, placing her on the wide edge of the large tub.<br><br>"I'm sure you can, but if anything were to happen to you, you'd probably drown or something before I found out." Making it apparent that he wasn't leave, the man half sat against the vanity, arms crossed across his blood-spattered chest and head turned to the side.<br><br>"I won't sit and drool over you, if that's what you're thinking. I may have been in a child's body my entire life but plenty of naked women have come through this house and I know how to control myse- those kinds of urges." Pausing, he realized she would have no idea what he was talking about. "Go ahead."<br><br>After a decade of being stuck in the same body, no signs of change or aging, suddenly physically becoming a man was an amazing feeling. Within two years of his change and chaining, Paul's mind had undergone a profuse change. By the time he was fifteen, he felt as if he twenty five; well, mentally, at least. All that time in the cellar with no one but the girls to talk to had given him more than enough time to figure out the secrets of the Universe. The girls weren't the only ones to visit, but he found himself despising the men in the house for not saving him. At ten years old, he felt they were the only ones that could have done anything. Later, he realized that wasn't the case, but he kept his mind shut in that aspect.<br><br>Almost forgetting that there was someone else in the room, he began to look himself over. Arms and chest flexing, his miniature workouts proved to have paid off, muscle transferring to his adult body. Although he was still confused as to how he suddenly changed into an actual man, he wasn't about to complain. <em>Hmm. I wonder...</em> Pulling forward the lining of his pants, Paul took a look to see if any bit of luck had shined down on him. Surprisingly, luck was definitely on his side when it came to his package. Content and choosing to return to his thoughts, his arms crosse once more and eyes turned to Lionna, hoping she had submerged her body by that time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 07:14:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel felt her lover catch fire and enjoyed the burn.&nbsp; She'd never seen the sparrow quite like this; at least, not that she remembered.&nbsp; And it seemed unlikely that she could lose something so intense, so delicious.&nbsp; This was a memory she would take out later, savor in the quiet of a dark room and treasure for centuries.&nbsp; <br><br>Her tongue was every bit as good as she knew it would be; better than the dancer's.&nbsp; She squirmed around it, felt it touch places that she had forgotten about; remembered the delight of a human body in the heights of pleasure.&nbsp; The fingers within her pulled away and she whined over the loss, although they had been too large, too tight.&nbsp; The lips moving over her body provided some distraction, a thrill that didn't satisfy but still sent shivers along her body.&nbsp; As Muriel watched she lost herself in the beauty of the girl moving over her, darkness against darkness, a bottomless cathartic deep.&nbsp; The sensation seemed to peak and Muriel arched her back just as she was filled again, too painfully: it tore a scream from her throat that echoed through Castle Hill.&nbsp; <br><br>The pleasure and punishment combined as the perfect release.&nbsp; Muriel floated on a dark, angry sea, torn apart in sacrificial offering for forgiveness.&nbsp; As her scream faded away she was lost adrift in the joy of the primal depths of creation, the emptiness that framed the stage, and she brushed the stuff of the first moments, the happy joys as they spun together starlight and gravity and planned the glory to come.&nbsp; She lay there for a thousand years, it seemed, or more - entranced and unable to do anything more than delight.&nbsp; <br><br>And then gasped, her body shivering as tears rolled down her face.&nbsp; Her eyes snapped open as she looked down at the wet face between her legs with a purely predatory smile.&nbsp; "My turn, my love...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 09:05:36</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg) <br><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br></div><br>Julie-Anna had somehow ended up on all fours, watching intently with eyes that screamed for the same delicious release she had given the Angel. Her body had moved in a way that told the woman she was much better at pleasuring a woman than she thought; perhaps she would stick to the same sex from now on? Everything about a woman in bliss felt so much more sensual and enticing than sex with man. It was a serious thought that she would muse about later.<br><br>As Muriel rested, the Sparrow had simply watched the pure white body, eyes following the rise and fall of her chest. Her screams had made the woman squirm, yearning for the other's touch. Her gaze flashed at the words that rang through the cellar. A look of both excitement and, was it possibly, fear? Whatever it was, she could feel it from her eyes to her toes and found herself crawling over the woman, lips pressing against hers. "And what will you do to me, my darling?" Her lids were low as she pressed her lips forward once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 09:28:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel kissed the sparrow without hesitation, tasting herself on the girl's lips and slipping her tongue forward to push into her mouth.&nbsp; Her hands moved over Crane's body, dancing on the scratches she'd left behind to mark her lover.&nbsp; One palm stopped over Julie-Anna's breast while the other felt around on the ground.&nbsp; <br><br>The sparrow's heart beat so quickly, so invitingly; it would be so delicious, and Muriel felt her mouth water in anticipation.&nbsp; "I want to devour you.&nbsp; To taste you...to lick every drop of you off the floor."&nbsp; She hoped her darling darkness understood her apology; her knowledge that some day she would slip, would lose control and lovingly tear her apart.&nbsp; She smiled in lust at the thought and pressed up to rub their bodies together.&nbsp; <br><br>Until then, however, Muriel had other plans.&nbsp; The release had been wonderful...what she'd needed for so long and not found in any of the bright little girls Julie-Anna sent her to play with.&nbsp; She wasn't about to let it go.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>She took hold of Julie-Anna's neck in an unnatural grip, choking her for a moment to keep her still as the other hand lifted Paul's discarded collar.&nbsp; With a swift, purposeful motion, Muriel clamped it in place around a new captive's neck.&nbsp; Content that her new plaything wasn't going anywhere, Muriel slid lower beneath the girl to kiss and lick down her body, hoping to give as much pleasure as she'd received.&nbsp; "My darling darkness...mine."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 10:06:18</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg) <br><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br></div><br>The tongue that pushed itself on hers was openly invited, Julie-Anna allowing it to move as it pleased around her mouth. When it left, a small pout formed on her lips, though it melted away as she listened to Muriel's words, understanding the meaning behind them. It was inevitable that the woman's hunger would at some point overcome her strength to hold back and she would slip into the hunger that the Unknown so rarely had the opportunity to indulge in. Hoping to avoid th situation, the Sparrow would work hard to keep her lover satisfied, but if her life were to end in such a way, Muriel was the person she would give her life to.<br><br>The clamp on her neck caused Julie-Anna to gasp out, the sound nearly ending as a squeak after the air had left her throat. As the cold metal of the collar close around her neck, she shuddered, the icey material a dangerous contrast on her heated skin. Fingers began to pull at the collar, though it refused to move- but where had she gotten such a thing, especially one chained to the wall. It seemed small, snug, as if meant for a child. Turning slightly, she glanced back, seeing the chains on the ground. Her mouth opened to form words, but all that came out was a shivering moan caused by the tongue moving down her body.<br><br>"Yes, my Angel." Emotionally, she had felt as if she belonged to the woman for years now, slowly growing closer. Now her body was in complete control of the only person she had ever allowed to come so close to her. Julie-Anna looked down at the woman, smiling darkly at her words. "All yours."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 01:00:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTqc6LS-8MlYsXdXeA658iq72OyvkNoFXde2ayTdk7B-dFeKWk0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Arman Mazzaferro (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132874.msg5913952#msg5913952)<br>Unknown</div><br><br><hr><br>A decidedly pleased smile spreads across Arman’s face when Mariana’s top is completely removed leaving only her lacey bra to cover her body above her waist. When she presses her lips to his before starting on his shirt his hands go around her body sliding up her sides along her bare skin to her back as he returns the kiss. His hands meet at her spine on the on the strap of the bra. His fingers quickly work on the strap to undo the hooks. When she breaks the kiss and pulls back to start undressing him he hooks his fingers in her bra and slides it down her arms freeing and exposing her near perfect breasts. Upon seeing those magnificent globes and darker nipples a hunger growl slips from his mouth. As she reaches under his shirt to touch his skin beneath his eyes close and a deep sigh of pleasure escapes him.<br><br>As Mariana starts working on the buttons of his shirt Arman’s hands again go up to caress her bare skin. As each button comes undone and she places kiss on his skin that is exposed he cannot help but make a low moaning sound. He cannot remember a time in his life when he had shared such tenderness with anybody, he certainly had wanted to with her so long ago when she was still mortal but of course had not. Once the shirt is completely open he shifts his and pulls his arms out of the sleeves so she can more easily remove it from when she pulls it from under him. The kisses she places all over his body cause his eyes to close in a relaxed and contented manner with a blissful smile spread across his lips. The feeling of her wet tongue sliding over his skin makes him open his eyes again to look down at her gorgeous face. He cannot stop the gasp of sheer pleasure from escaping him when she flicks her tongue over his nipples.<br><br>With love and desire showing in equal amounts in his eyes Arman’s hands wrap tenderly around her head with his fingers going through Mariana’s lustrous red hair. He gently draws her back up to bring her wonderfully full lips back to his for a deep passionate kiss.<br><br>During the kiss Arman kicks his shoes off the side of the bed. Moving his hands down from Mariana’s head to her bare back he draws her to the edge of the bed with him. After breaking the kiss he loosens his embrace so he can stand and draws her up to her feet as well. Once standing he pulls her into another embrace pressing their bare chests together and kisses her again even more deeply than before. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 05:02:42</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1267.photobucket.com/albums/jj544/shininghime2/celebrities/Miranda11.png)<br><strong>Lionna Morales</strong><br><em>Visiting</em></div><hr><br>He was stubborn, but so was she. The only thing that kept her from arguing further, is that she knew her body was in a fragile state currently, and he did seem to care about her wellbeing. Of course, she wasn't sure why, but she wasn't going to complain about a...creature...like him protecting instead of attacking her. Reaching up to where he had torn through her neck flesh, she gasped as she touched the still tender burn. Somehow he had stopped the bleeding, but she seemed to have a burn there instead. Looking into the mirror, she saw that it didn't seem to be too bad, so she figured she should be glad that she wasn't bleeding out anymore.<br><br>Sighing in irritation at his words, she nodded and waited until he had turned away before she quickly stripped her clothes off and stepped into the tub. She was lushly curved, but petite, so she wasn't very large. As soon as she lowered herself into the first bath she'd had for days, she sighed in pleasure...although she grimaced at the sight of the dirt and blood that melted into the water. She was beneath the water luckily by the time he turned, although if he moved closer, the water would do little to hide her body. <br><br>Her eyes found his own inspection, though, and she couldn't deny that he was an attractive man. Perhaps it was the fact that so much supernatural oddness had been going around, but her mind was slowly accepting the fact that he had been a child and was now a man. Well, maybe it would hit her later, but for now she was focusing on the delicious feeling of the warm water seeping into her bones. Reaching for the soap, she began to wash all the grime and dust off of her battered body, and groaned in relief when she saw her skin turn back to its normal shade...albeit a bit paler. She then washed her hair and even shaved...wanting to feel like herself again. <br><br>When she was done, she cleared her throat awkwardly and spoke to Paul.<br><br>"It's not like I think you'd drool over me. I didn't mean that, I was just embarrassed."<br><br>After a deep breath, she continued.<br><br>"Although a towel might be nice now....I'm done."<br><br>Her pretty face looked vulnerable and nervous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 05:31:09</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Paul Ravitz</strong></span><br>Unknown<br><br>His eyes had watched her bathe, though they were dark and expressionless, not typical of a man in his position at the time. He hadn't lied; he could control himself, especially when the situation called for nothing but care. At her words, he shrugged before looking through the cabinets and closet, finally finding a large black towel. A hand reached into the water, pulling the cork out of the bottom of the bathtub before he slipped both his hands under Lionna's arms, picking her up out of the tub and lightly placing her beside it. He hoped she could stand, this handed her the towel, making sure to mention that there were more if she needed another.<br><br>"Don't go anyway, I'll be back." Why would she go anywhere? Or how, for that matter? Regardless, he closed and locked the door of the bedroom after exiting it. A few minutes passed before he found a room that had been used as a wardrobe, which he quickly figured out was the attic. Searching through the clothes, he not only found something for the doll downstairs, but also for himself. Everything was piled into a large wardrobe; Paul then let the wardrobe nearly crash down the attic stairs, not particularly caring how much noise he made.<br><br>Upon his return to the bedroom, the door was unlocked and closed swiftly behind him after the wardrobe had been pushed in. He walked into the bathroom, rinsing the tub pulling out a washcloth for himself. "Go ahead and choose what you want; I'm pretty sure most of that should be your size." Something made him want to ignore and push her away. Was it guilt? Why was he so protective now? His mind contemplated these things as he soaked the wash cloth, slowly ridding his aching body of any blood and dirt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 05:42:55</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk113/VampireWytch/Actress%20and%20Actor%20Icons/13-2.png)<br><strong>Mariana Gaunt</strong><br><em>Unknown</em></div><hr><br>Mariana wanted to feel every inch of Arman. She wanted to lay in his arms and make-up for lost time...she wanted him so badly it hurt, and when he finally reached behind her to unclasp her bra, she helped him take it off to reveal her large, dark pink tipped breasts. Her nipples were hard and reaching for him, and she loved the look on his face. <br><br>She didn't let up as she stripped him of his shirt, and she knew no better feeling than the connection of his lips to hers. She never wanted to pull away, and she didn't care if she never took a breath again. The centuries seemed to fade away as their bodies meshed in perfect harmony. His sounds...smells...the sight of him...was intoxicating, and she was lost in the sensation. His hands in her hair just made her groan with equal desire, and she kissed him back as if her life depended on it. Tongues dueling, lips moving, everything coming together to make the kiss magical.<br><br>When he kicked off his shoes and then led her off the bed to stand with him, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist to press her naked breasts against his chest. She moved her hands down over his body until they reached his pants, where she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his fly. The zipper followed, and she pushed his pants over his hips so they fell around his waist. She kissed down his body until she knelt at his feet, and then lifted each foot in turn to remove his pants completely. Finally she reached up and pulled his boxers gently over his bulge and down before they followed the suit of the pants before them.<br><br>Standing back up, she was left in only her pants and panties as she also kicked her shoes off. Her hands never stopped though...constantly caressing every inch of exposed skin on his body and reaching for his cock...grasping a male member willingly for the first time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 08:55:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel felt the sparrow's acceptance of her fate and almost cried with the kindness of it.&nbsp; She didn't want to, not really; at least, not to this one.&nbsp; Muriel wanted her to stay forever, to protect her from the light and give her endless pleasure.&nbsp; But there were times she was weak, or clumsy, or simply forgetful and humans were so very, very easy to break.&nbsp; A simple twist, too much pressure, a little taste and they were gone, nothing left but a delicious echo to devour.&nbsp; <br><br>She tilted her head to look up when Crane gasped.&nbsp; The iron collar suited her; drew out the delicate perfection of her face and skin.&nbsp; "It suits you," she remarked with a breath, as though commenting on some pretty jewelry.&nbsp; It had belonged to a boy once...long, long ago, she thought, before he grew up.&nbsp; <br><br>Muriel almost whimpered in pleasure at the words, at the gift of something so succulent, a feast laid out before her to be savored over the years, smelled and sipped like a fine wine long before the last drops were teased away.&nbsp; So many girls that Julie-Anna had given to her, and the sparrow was the best of them all.&nbsp; "Thank you," she responded sweetly, "you're the loveliest one you've ever given me."&nbsp; She raised up for another lick along the soft fuzz on her navel, tugging with her teeth as she moved down, her hands spreading the girl's thighs widely, stretching the girl to admire her womanhood.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 23:04:27</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg) <br><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br></div><br>The cold metal around Julie-Anna's neck was just tight enough to constrict her breathing when she tried to move forward, giving her reason to try to pull back, yet she refused to do such a thing. The Angel said it suited her, and she mused why. Was it the fact that it was dark, dirty and lifeless, an explanation that had not only once been used to describe Ms. Crane? Perhaps the contrast was simply an elegant one of light and dark. Those thoughts were quickly interrupted.<br><br>Normally, she would take such a complement as what the Angel uttered with head held high, claiming it was too true. But when those words were formed by the lips of her little Muriel, they took on a whole new meaning. Although her chest was filled with heat, it eminated only from her eyes and wet, waiting area between her legs, now exposed to the woman below. Eager to feel the tongue of her dearest lover devouring her as the Sparrow had done just moments ago, the woman's body dropped slightly lower, elbows uncomfortably resting on the stone, and likely the farthest thing from her mind at the moment. "Take me, my Angel," came her voice in a dark whisper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 06:00:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel moaned at the temptation of the words, considering it and faltering for a moment, her hands curling into claws and the long, dark talons of a bird emerging, scratching Crane's skin too finely almost to feel.&nbsp; With a swallow of effort, however, she forced them back and returned to her eager caressing, smearing small streaks of blood across the human's flanks.&nbsp; "No...not yet, darling darkness.&nbsp; Only sex...."&nbsp; She smiled to know the girl was so eager for her fate, however, not one of the petulant complainers who sped towards hell all their lives and balked when it's maw suddenly loomed before them.&nbsp; Never that, for her Julie-Anna.&nbsp; <br><br>Raising her head more, Muriel pulled down on the sparrow's hips, doubtless adding to the discomfort of her spread legs and elbows.&nbsp; The angel hardly cared for that, however; she delved her tongue deeply into her partner, stretching and thrusting and possessing.&nbsp; Another moan, humming against Crane's clit and rubbing her face between the girl's legs.&nbsp; <br><br>She continued, enraptured, pleasuring with her lips and tongue, licking upward between the cheeks of her ass as she murmured endearments.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 06:44:16</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1267.photobucket.com/albums/jj544/shininghime2/celebrities/Miranda11.png)<br><strong>Lionna Morales</strong><br><em>Visiting</em></div><hr><br>Lionna saw how he watched her, and had she been in any other situation, she would have been slightly offended at the complete lack of reaction in his expression. He just must not be attracted to her. That was good, right? One less thing to worry about. Still, she was uncomfortable beneath his gaze. When she finished the bath, he almost seemed annoyed that she asked for a towel. What had she done to earn such a sullen expression from him? <br><br>Although she could drain the water herself, he reached in to her surprise and pulled up the stopper. He didn't seem willing to let her do anything for herself, and that both annoyed and flattered her. Still, she didn't like being locked in. She towel-dried her body and wrapped it around her curves before he came back, taking her into the room and showing her the wardrobe. It would be nice to get into some clean clothes. <br><br>He went back to the bathroom, and she dropped the towel to change into a night gown (http://www.vintagetextile.com/images/Edwardian/4021a.jpg) that she found. She was exhausted, and she just wanted to sleep. It fit alright, although it was a little tight. Braiding her hair, she slipped beneath the covers of the lush bed and curled up...relaxing and trying to heal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 21:05:02</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Paul Ravitz</span></strong><br>Unknown<br><br>After cleaning himself up, Paul turned back to the bedroom to see Lionna in an old nightgown. It was somewhat surprising to see a girl that young choose to wear such an old design. <em>Then again, look at that body. She could pull anything off.</em> It seemed the man's frame of mind had calmed, body slightly loosened up. He didn't know what to do at this point, but one thing was definite: she couldn't leave. So far, the girl was still human, but what if she suddenly started to change? What if she became one of them, those revolting creatures, left to fend for herself out in the world? Either the world would kill her for what she was, or she would bring her own untimely death out of guilt for what she would end up having to do to survive. Neither was an option.<br><br>Sitting on the edge of the bed, Paul looked at the girl, finally taking in her appearance. Breathtaking. The girl was absolutely beautiful. Probably had a boyfriend and some great life, and he ruined it all. <em>Boyfriend. Whatever.</em> How he had made himself jealous in that statement was confusing to even Paul, but he continued to gaze down at the calm figure. So relaxed and peaceful now. With a sigh, he stood and walked from the room, quietly shutting and locking the door. Down the hall and to Cameron's room, key to Lionna's door swinging around his finger. Once at his 'creator's' door, leaning against the frame, he asked one simple question: "Why?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 01:37:14</strong>
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				<strong>Cameron Jasper Donovan- Unknown</strong><br><br>Cameron finished his cigarette and put it out then threw the filter into the woods, he put the cat down and gave it one last pat on the head before making his way back inside. When he got in he walked around for a few moments to think a bit before he headed back up to his room. He looked down the hall and seen Paul at his door, he hear the word "Why" come from Paul's lips and decided to explain to him the best he could. Cameron walked up to the man, he leaned against the door and looked him straight in the eyes.<br><br>"Listen Paul I know you must hate me more then anyone in this house and I don't blame you in fact if I were you I'd feel the same way, if you want to know why I did what I did to you then please feel free to come and sit down in my room and we'll talk" ,Cameron opened his door and motioned for the man to go inside. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 11:03:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg) <br><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br></div><br>The Angel had mistaken Ms. Crane's words, but she couldn't care less. She knew the woman had held back, almost letting herself indulge in the food she had been savoring for so long. It was endearing to know that she was special enough to keep the creature from slaughtering her right then and there. Her voice was soothing, but deadly, the scratches having caused a low moan in her throat, each streak of blood unmistakably felt on her skin. Julie-Anna felt the small hands on her hips, pulling them down, and the shuddering moan she let out made her body twist just slightly.<br><br>"Oh, Angel!" It wasn't the first time she had allowed a tongue to slide between her legs and attack her so deeply; one man had been exceptional at it, almost making it a shame to hand him to the Unknown, but never had the woman felt every single movement that the small object made as it explored her. A hand found itself gripping the chain that rattled from her neck, clinking loudly as she moved. Her moans became louder, screaming for Muriel. There was no turning back from now. The future held only a pure, undivided weakness around God's little creation. Nothing would take the Sparrow from her dear little Angel's side now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 11:22:28</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Paul Ravitz</strong></span><br>Unknown<br><br>Paul barely moved, only taking a step forward and swiftly to the side. His arms were still crossed, back against the wall. The dark, angry glare in his eyes never left as he watched the other, refusing to move them anywhere else. Who knew what the man would try. If he could attack an innocent, curios child, why not jump a grown man? Just more of a challenge, right? Such thoughts only made him angrier and ready to walk right out of the room without another word. However, his question had gone unanswered for ten years. He wasn't moving until he found out what it was that possessed Cameron to take his life.<br><br>"Fuck all your little pleasantries. I may have looked like a child all this time, but I'm a twenty year-old man." The fact that he was speaking in such a civilized manner was infuriating, like he was mocking Paul as if he was still running around playing kickball with his friends. "I don't want some bullshit story, either. Listening to your 'buddies' for so long made it real easy to figure out truth and lie. Now talk." It was the most he planned on saying; more, actually. When he was still free, the man was extremely talkative, playful, and active. He made friends easily and enjoyed the time he had out. Being trapped in the cellar ruined that life and any hope at gaining even an ounce of it back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 09:21:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel bit and teased at Julie-Anna's tight hole, licking with long, slow, broad strokes and then whipping the tip of her tongue across the girl's clit.&nbsp; When fluid began to run down in small rivulets she lapped them up, moaning, and pressed a finger deep into her sparrow, thrusting it like a small little cock, then bending to find the sensitive little spot within.&nbsp; <br><br>Reaching down with her other hand, Muriel began to finger herself toward a second orgasm as she pushed Crane toward her first.&nbsp; She lost herself in her partner's moans, so similar to the cries of pain and agony of her victims; she wondered what the girl would sound like at the last.&nbsp; "Beautiful," she answered her own question aloud, her voice mixing into the rattle of the chain, the smell of blood, the taste of arousal and evil on her lips to form a perfect symphony of delight.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 16:15:40</strong>
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				<strong>Cameron Jasper Donovan- Unknown</strong><br><br>Cameron just smiled when the man swore at him and demanded an explanation, he expected that reaction and knew Paul would be bitter toward him. He made his way over to his chair by the window and sat down he stared Paul in the eyes as the man did to him.<br><br>"I know you're a twenty year old man Paul and just to clear things up I am far from pleasant I'm going to give you the truth and that's that if you don't like it oh well, you see I've lived in this Castle for nearly two centuries I was born here so I don't want to hear you bitch and complain about being held captive, I've never left this place while I may have not been chained to a wall I have been stuck here, I never got to see the world outside these grounds I have no family, no friends, you want to bitch about how horrible I've made your life do it elsewhere, if you want to know why I changed you then keep your mouth shut and listen" ,Cameron cracked his neck then returned his gaze to Paul.<br><br>Cameron didn't mean to be so mean but the man came off strong and Cameron didn't like tough guys so to speak. <br><br>"I can't explain what was running through my head the night I saw you enter this Castle but I can tell you that you were special Paul, I could've just slaughtered you if I wanted but there was something about you that made me keep you alive....you were so willing to walk into the lions den and without hesitation" ,He continued.<br><br>Cameron got up and walked over to Paul, he stood mere inches from the mans face and stared him in the eyes.<br><br>"You have a thing for danger, you like the unknown, you wanted to come in here to see what you would find even though the outside looks terrifying, most adults would turn and walk away immediately but you a boy walked through the front door without fear, I turned you because you are made of pure evil and darkness I couldn't just let you go or kill you, I know you're going to argue that statement but I know you anyone who has the balls to walk into this place has to have a decent amount of evil in them" ,Cameron stopped talking.<br><br>If Paul didn't except that explanation then too bad Cameron wasn't about to cater to the man, Paul would find out what Cameron meant eventually and when he did he would understand. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 18:54:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTqc6LS-8MlYsXdXeA658iq72OyvkNoFXde2ayTdk7B-dFeKWk0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Arman Mazzaferro (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132874.msg5913952#msg5913952)<br>Unknown</div><br><br><hr><br>As Mariana works her way down his body Arman practical purrs with delight and the absolute pleasure it gives him. With her on her knees and gentle pressure from her hands he lifts each foot first out of his pants than out of his boxers. Standing completely naked for her to see and touch he quivers with an incredible thrill as she caresses her way back up from his feet. When her fingers touch his cock it jerks involuntarily at the pleasurable touch as a deep moan slips from his lips. When she is standing again in just her pants he gazes into her eyes with both love and a deep lusty hunger showing in his orbs. His arms go back to her back and pull against body again with his lips almost appearing to devour her mouth. His hands slip to her sides and up to her large full breasts to cup and massage them.<br><br>After several moments Arman’s mouth slips from Mariana’s to slide down her neck his teeth are dragged lightly over her carotid artery. He does not stop though as his knees bend to lower his face to her neck where it meets her chest. He kisses and sucks at that soft spot just above her breastbone. He then licks his way to between her magnificent breasts. A deep moan issues from against her skin as he sucks at the valley between her globes and his hands press them against his cheeks. One hand moves down her torso to the waist band of her pants as his lips slide up to latch onto the erect nipple abandoned by his hand. He sucks that sensitive nub into his mouth and circles it with the tip of his tongue. After a few moments the other hand moves down to her waistband and his mouth slides over to the other nipple. As he suckles her breast his hands move together and unbutton her pants and undo the zipper.<br><br>Arman’s hands then slide across Mariana’s hips slipping under the elastic top of her panties to her round and perfect ass. He caresses and squeezes her cheeks one in each hand. As his hands start to move down her legs drawing both pants and panties down with them his mouth moves lower as well down across her belly. As his hands and her garments are reaching her knees his mouth moves below her waist and he places butterfly light kisses to her skin all around her sex but does not go to her center. He continues to kiss down her thigh as he drops to his knees on the floor and her last remaining clothes gather at her ankles. Moving both hands to just one foot he gently lifts that foot out of material. He pushes the clothing out of the way to place the bare foot back on the floor. His mouth switches to her other thigh and starts to slowly kiss back up as he removes her other foot from her garments. With her now just as naked he is he kisses his way up her inner thigh moving straight to her sex which he places several butterfly kisses on before running his tongue down one lip than back up the other than slips between them to flick his tongue over her clit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 03:02:51</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk113/VampireWytch/Actress%20and%20Actor%20Icons/13-2.png)<br><strong>Mariana Gaunt</strong><br><em>Unknown</em></div><hr><br>She smiles as his cock jerks, but the woman is still unsure of what to do with such a thing. With her maker, it was an item of disgust and revulsion. With Arman...it was beautiful. She wanted to feel and explore every inch of his body with her fingers...her tongue...everything. She had never wanted a man so badly, and it was frightening at first. She had told herself centuries ago that she'd never let a man control her the way her creator had. However, Arman had the power to take over her if she let him. She didn't care, though. Somehow she knew that he'd never hurt her. She was safe with him...in his arms.<br><br>When he cupped and massaged her full breasts, she gasped and her nipples turned rock hard against his palms. She arched her back to push them further into his grasp and then kissed him back with such passion that it threatened to consume them both. She made soft sounds of enjoyment into his lips, but when his mouth began moving over her skin, she gasped and let her head fall back in pleasure. Biting her bottom lip, she expected him to stop, but he went down and kissed over her decolletage and into her cleavage. She gasped as he pressed them against his cheeks, and then shuddered when his hand moved to the waistband of her jeans. As soon as his lips begin to suckle at her breast, she cries out and nearly collapses in bliss. Reaching up, she held his head to her chest and whimpered in need. Finally his hands undo her jeans and push them down...but she's too lost in the sensation of his mouth at her pink nub. <br><br>She finally comes to her senses, though, when she's nude and he kisses up her legs. Looking down in surprise, she froze and swallowed nervously.<br><br>"Arman...what..."<br><br>But then the most delightful feeling came over her body. His tongue touched her swollen and soaking wet slit, and she bucked as her whole world turned upside down. She'd never had a man do this, obviously, and it was divine. Her knees buckled and she luckily fell right back onto the bed, with her legs spread open and draped over Arman. <br><br>"Oh God! Ohhh..."<br><br>She writhed and trembled, pushing her pussy a bit against his mouth and moaning in pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 02:29:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg) <br><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br></div><br>The dark, demonic angel had such a terribly strong hold over the Sparrow. No one had been able to make her twist and writhe with such deep, delicious ecstasy, such strong physical and emotional feeling that her entire being radiated heat and pleasure. The movements of the woman's tongue took her to a level that he could not escape from. Regardless of how hard she tried, Julie-Anna could not pull away from the fury that England her, the endless waves of orgasm that released themselves within her causing more than a moan or a groan, but a scream that she thought could be heard all the way through the ground and down the hill. Her back arched, nails clawing into the ground, though her only form of support came from the chain that dangled from we neck. She would have said something, some form of speech or praise or anything, but all that she could muster was short, ragged gasps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>14-04-2012, 02:47:44</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Paul Ravitz</span></strong><br>Unknown<br><br>Paul snorted. Did he think he was going to get any sympathy? "Who gives a shit if you could never leave? I had a life! I had a family! I knew what that world was like, and you took it from me!" He sighed, growling low to himself, "and now I may have taken it from her." Three fingers moved to rub at his temples, pain resounding through his head. He understood, to some extent, but that didn't mean he was ok with it. His life had been stolen away; it wasn't easily forgivable. A scream echoed in his ears, though he chose to ignore it, knowing it wasn't the young woman sleeping just down the hall. With a sigh, he turned, hand on te door handle, though his yea was turned slightly back.<br><br>"Just help me make sure she doesn't die." He paused, thinking about his own captivity. "Unless she wants otherwise." His voice was serious, but shameful. Turning the handle, he walked out, letting the door shut itself behind him. Slowly, his footsteps made the floor beneath him creak. Turning the key in the door, he took a moment to watch Lionna sleep. She looked so calm and peaceful, even with all that had happened. The door ice again locked, key hidden away, Paul lied down on the bed, just near the edge, with his arms beneath his head. Bland eyes stated up at the canopy of the bed, and before he knew it, he was asleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 08:08:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel shuddered and sighed through her second, smaller crisis as she guided the sparrow along the rise and fall of pleasure, pushing her more and faster and refusing to let the crest of her orgasm abate until it was far past too intense to endure.&nbsp; She seized her lips upon Crane's clit, sucking and teasing it, tugging with her sharp eyeteeth as she looked up wickedly.&nbsp; In a burst of playful sadism, she scooted a couple more inches from the wall and dragged the other woman's hips with her, stretching her out like a taught guitar string and choking her on the chain hard enough to end even the lovely little gasps for air.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Her hands gripped the pale, soft cheeks of Julie-Anna's ass, pulling them wide.&nbsp; "Stay awake, little one...fight off the sleep as long as you can, for me.&nbsp; If you pass out, I'm going to leave you."&nbsp; She buried her face back in the lovely cunt before her, stretching out her tongue inside of her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 16:43:38</strong>
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				<strong>Cameron Jasper Donovan - Unknown</strong><br>Cameron watched as the man left his room, the feelings were mutual between the two. Cameron wasn't going to be sympathetic towards Paul about his family and Paul wasn't going to be sympathetic about Cameron basically being breed in captivity so to speak. After Paul left Cameron made his way out of his room and went to go check on Melly he felt bad for not doing it sooner but he was a bit preoccupied with the other two. When he reached the door to Melly's room he knocked, normally he wouldn't care but seeing as she was in his room when she got hurt he felt it was necessary to at least check on her. <br><br>"Melly it's Cameron I-I came to check on you and see if you were ok" ,Cameron said. He stood and waited for the girl to respond.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 13:24:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/j9245u.jpg) <br><strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br></div><br>Her screams had grown too loud. They bounded back at her, taunting her, screaming back as if telling her more was to come. At that moment, she hated the echo in the cellar. Once, it had been calming, but now, it predicted the inevitable. Her back arched, trying to pull her body away from the torturous woman below. Everything in her body pulsated, blood unsure of which direction to run, moving so quickly she felt ready to have a heart attack. Legs tried to move and run, but her thighs were weak and knees sore, unable to lift her away and out of the grip of the evil little angel that clutched her rear. Somehow, she had managed a long, fleeting gasp for air before she was pulled backwards, throat locking up in the confines of the collar.<br><br>Julie-Anna would have spoken, assured her that she'd stay awake, but not a single word would leave her lips. Instead, she continued to writhe, trying to pull away from the grip that would have her cheeks a blooded red by the end of the night. Her hands released the chains and pressed against the floor, pushing her body up as much as she could muster. This allowed her throbbing pussy to angle up and away from the ravaging it had been accepting for so long. The black spots that formed before her eyes could be pushed away as she shut them tightly, trying to get some relaxation in her body, though the less air she had, the more intense the burn within grew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>22-04-2012, 20:17:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTqc6LS-8MlYsXdXeA658iq72OyvkNoFXde2ayTdk7B-dFeKWk0.jpg)</div><br><div align="center">Arman Mazzaferro (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132874.msg5913952#msg5913952)<br>Unknown</div><br><br><hr><br>When Mariana starts to questions his actions Arman looks up her beautiful body over her full round breasts to her face but does not remove his mouth from her sex. Even he sucks her clit into his mouth the corners of his lips curl up into a small smile. Her reaction is more precious to him than any material treasure the fact that he can give her such pleasure sends a delightful thrill through his entire being. When she collapses back onto the bed he moves with her not letting her break the contact between his mouth and her gloriously hot and wet pussy. As her legs drape over his shoulders his hands grip her hips and pull her tightly against his face. Again his eyes turn up so he can look towards her face as his tongue slips down to delve as deeply into her as it will reach. As he tastes her juices and her hot core a deep moan of absolute pleasure passes from him over her sex.<br><br>After several minutes trying to get his strong tongue deeper into Mariana’s flesh Arman slips back up to her wonderfully hard clit sucking it into his mouth between his teeth he is holding just far enough apart to put some pressure on her sensitive nub. His tongue rubs against that flesh in his mouth even as his right hand slides back along her ass cheek to come up between her legs under his chin. His long middle finger finds her wet opening slipping between her lips to delve into her core. His mouth works her clit as his finger works in and out of her body. His finger curls up as it works back and forth searching that one spot he knows is inside her that send her to the heights of pleasure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 09:18:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel let her lovely pet move away for just a moment, giving a momentary interlude while she ran her tongue down between her ass, the tip prodding at the tautness of her anus before moving back up.&nbsp; A grip like iron forced the sparrow back into position and she resumed her merciless licking, pulling harder on Julie-Anna's body.&nbsp; <br><br>The collar dug deeper, the edge of the metal sure to leave a distinctive, bruised ring around her neck.&nbsp; It was an intoxicating combination: the shivering thrill of cruelty towards something so evil, the ecstasy of pleasuring a girl so beautifully dark, the feel of raw passion that she'd gone without for so long.&nbsp; For a moment - for a very long moment, as Julie-Anna turned crimson and her eyes started to glaze over - Muriel considered not letting go.&nbsp; This would be such a wonderful thing to share, to let the girl's spirit free...but in the end, Muriel was too greedy.&nbsp; She wanted more, and she wasn't ready to give up her new toy yet.&nbsp; <br><br>With a slight pressure, the sparrow was edged back toward the wall.&nbsp; She was naked, sweating and matted with dust, and Muriel stared in rapture.&nbsp; "More.&nbsp; You'll give me more, whenever I want it."&nbsp; Her voice bordered between a petulant child and a desperate lover.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 21:23:12</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk113/VampireWytch/Actress%20and%20Actor%20Icons/13-2.png)<br><strong>Mariana Gaunt</strong><br><em>Unknown</em></div><hr><br>Mariana has never felt anything like this, and the fact that it was coming from Arman...one of the only memories from her past that wasn't painful...made it all the more special. She looked down at his handsome face disappearing between her legs, and her hands grasped at his midnight black hair. The strands were soft and silky, and she knew she'd spend quite a lot of time in the future stroking it or grabbing it for dear life. Gasping, her head fell back and she writhed in bliss...loving every stroke of his tongue on her sensitive and swollen pussy.<br><br>"Oh God...Arman...yes! So good!"<br><br>Her body trembled, and when he sucked on her clit, she screamed in surprised pleasure. It was so wonderful that it almost hurt, and what a delicious pain it was. Her whole body convulsed, but she didn't climax quite yet. When his finger slipped inside, he'd find her unbelievably tight...but she loved it. Pushing against his hand, she was whimpering and shuddering with every desperate breath she pulled in.<br><br>"Oh...don't stop...don't stop!"<br><br>When his finger finally found that spot inside, she screamed in ecstasy and arched so powerfully that her back cracked. She trembled and soaked his mouth, clenching hard around his finger and gasping for air. Her whole being was floating on a cloud of bliss, and it lasted for quite a long time before she fell back down to earth. She had never experienced an orgasm before, so as she pants and whimpers, she groans in disbelief.<br><br>"Oh...my...God. I had heard of the little death, but I didn't know what it meant until just now."<br><br>With a surprised chuckle, she reached down and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up over her to kiss his lips hard...tasting her juices and moaning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jassara Sunn</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 22:29:33</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">[/<span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Melly-Unkown </span>u]</span></strong><br><br>She was in a sort of haze, laying there, swimming in a puddle of her own blood. She had thouggt vaguely to herself that she was bleeding quite a lot. But it didn't seem important enough to get up and do something about it. Her vision was growing blurred and dark. This too had bothered her, she was already dead, could she die again? This, she thought, would be pretty amazing, even though she would be gone for good. A weak smile played across her lips, and her eye lids fluttered as they struggled to remain open. A voice, male, penetrated the thick clouds in her head. She perked up a bit, and searched for her voice, which seemed to have left her.<br><br>"Arman?" She spoke in a harsh whisper, unable to turn and face the door. "I'm here, please, come in." She was elated, her master had come to her. She would be fine, he knew just what to do. When the voice spoke again, she frowned, this time it didnt sound like him. She had heard the voice before, but couldn't think of who it belonged too. Realizing she had been hallucinating his voice disappointed her greatly. Still, she thought, whoever this is may help her, or get Help.<br><br>"Come in." She called weakly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>16-05-2012, 15:26:24</strong>
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				She gasped for air, grasping what small amount she was able to. Crawled down her throat, slowly, too slowly, before quickly being cut off once more, leaving her whimpering as the metal around her throat felt as if it were ready to snap her neck. The tongue that had prodded at her most untouched area made her squirm, whimper growing louder. Although the pain she felt was some of the most unbearable her body had undergone, the sight of the woman causing it kept her seeping with the wet liquid the Angel seemed to adore.<br><br>When her body was allowed to move backwards, her shoulders and spine lifted to press against the cold wall, endulging in the way the heat escaped her body. The Sparrow's fingers clutched the collar that confined her, tugging on it do it pressed against the back of her neck, rather than the front. "Yes, anything," she nodded, almost fearfully, but a dark glimmer still shown in her eyes. "Anything for you, Angel." Sliding down, her legs folded, thighs resting on her calves, taking the pressure off her aching knees. When air finally became a normal thing to her body, the woman let her hands drop, quite slowly, from the collar. Dark eyes rested on the gorgeous little Angel, unable to read what her next move would be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eBadger</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 09:06:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/angel1-1.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Muriel - Unknown</span></span></em></div></div>Muriel nodded in complete satisfaction, a child given the candy it wanted so badly.&nbsp; She watched her new possession kneel in supplication and wanted to take her again immediately; to thrust her mussed head between her legs or bleed her slowly as she dangled from a garrote, she didn't know which.&nbsp; Both, maybe.&nbsp; But she was fading too fast, her resources spent on the sexual frenzy, and her eyes fluttered as a wave of exhaustion rolled through her.&nbsp; Her wings dropped to the floor, long feathers dragging across the stones as she slumped bonelessly to the floor.&nbsp; "I'll be back...soon, darling darkness."&nbsp; <br><br>She melted away into the shadows, leaving Crane naked, chained and alone, her clothing scattered in torn remnants and Paul's makeshift bed her only comfort.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>17-05-2012, 23:44:54</strong>
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				The Sparrow released a long sigh after watching Muriel disappear. For a moment, she simply sat there, relaxing her breathing and calming her weakened body. She was covered in bruises, from her neck to her legs, whic she would have to cover up before the meeting that night. Fingers moving around the collar, she twisted it around so the chain was in front of her. Taking hold of the part where metal met metal, she gave it a turn efore yanking hard. The collar opened and the chain clanked back against the wall. It was a good thing Paul had never figured that out.<br><br>Standing, she looked at the pile of her torn clothes, frowning. Clad in only heels, she moved to the door to the tunnel. "I'll be back, my Angel. I have business to attend to." Sure the woman had heard her words, Julie-Anna slipped into the tunnel and returned to the main hall. There, she pulled an overcoat on before making her way home, hair fixed up in a bun as if nothing had happened.
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