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Wolf Heathen walked down the hall slowly, still recovering from his latest triumph. The Hardcore title over his shoulder, covered in blood that dripped from his head and down his body. Little shards of glass sticking to his skin and a few pieces grating their way into his knuckles. He looked like he just destroyed an army and was the only one left standing. The hall was pretty much empty, except for a woman that seemed to be talking to herself.  As he moved closer he noticed the doll she was holding and how she was whispering to it. He smirked to himself, stopping in front of her.

“That’s real cute.”

He growled, snickering quietly while reaching out towards them with his bloody hand and lifting Mary’s dress up a bit to look under it, staining it with a red fingerprint. He looked up at the woman with an odd expression on his face. She narrowed her glance at him most likely as a warning that she didn’t appreciate strangers touching her most prized possession, before looking him over. She could smell his blood and a wicked grin took her lips, whispering to her doll again.

“You happen to be standing in front of my door.  So..”

Wolf Heathen raised his brow a bit, listening to her giggle quietly to her doll. There was definitely something…different about her. Something sinister that kept him where he was. He took a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, exhaling a cloud of smoke at her with a slight grin. She turned her head to him slowly, glaring at his interruption. He stared back at her, seeing all the wicked little things swirling in her head.

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Elisabeth looked at him as she sniffed and inhaled a bit, moving closer to him as she looked up at him, she took his cig and tossed it away, as she then moved with one hand touching his cest first. then his neck getting the blood as she then brought it back to her, as she tasted his blood closing her eyes, making a sound between a moan and a groan...

{Elisabeth Adams}- Oh mm you taste good.

She grinned as she opened her eyes looking at him, as she pulled him closer to her, as he was a bit shocked not sure how to react as she inhaled the scent of his blood, closing her eyes again, as she felt intoxicated...He made a groan to a gurnt sound when he felt her tongue on his flest, taking in the blood, but even more so when the bladed tongue ring made him bleed even more.

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Wolf Heathen tilted his head back and ground his teeth, letting her feast on him, groaning quietly at her light moans. His hands slid into her hair slowly, grabbing handfuls of it tightly in his fists. He was always a fan of pain, but this was so much different. This was absolute bliss.  With every cut, he wanted more. Her pain drove him mad with desire. He put his hand at her throat and pushed her back against the wall roughly. He stared at her with growing lust in his eyes.

“Your pain breeds lust.”

He leaned into her, biting at her neck, listening to her relish the sting from his teeth. His voice rumbled in her ear while he slid his hand down her neck slowly.

“Whose name should I call for more?”

He slammed her against the wall, slipping his hand under her thigh to lift her leg around his waist before licking at her jaw and biting her lip firmly. As far as he was concerned, she could have all of his blood, as long as she kept giving him the pain he so desired.

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Elisabeth smirked hearing what he said as she dug her nails at his chest, his blood just driving her wild as the closer she got to him the more his blood was all over her as she licked her lips when he let go of her after he had bit it...

{Elisabeth Adams}- I am called Elisabeth... I am the Blood Daugther... I will give you pain and lust.. and all i demand is what i give in return.

She grinned as she dug her nails in, as she licked his cheek a bit, a think like showing as blood emerged, her hands move over, smearing his blood, as her own was starting to mix in with his..

{Elisabeth Adams}- It hurts so good, doesn't..

She saw the looks of pleasure and pain on his face, seeing his lust his bliss and knew he wasn't wanting to stop, knowing like her he was wanting more.

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Wolf Heathen grinned at her before repeating her name. 

“Elisabeth. The Blood Daughter..”

What a wicked sound it was. Such desire to cause pain , delighting in the sight and taste of it. All disguised behind the appearance of a fallen angel . And what a simple request, to give her what she gave him. Pain and suffering. Pure ecstasy. He cringed slightly, a low groan rumbling from his throat as she raked her fingernails down his chest slowly, biting her lip while watching the trails they made. He grabbed the hair at the nape of her neck and tilted her head up to look at him.

“I am Wolf Heathen.”

He grabbed her wrist tightly before pinning her against the wall again with her hand above her head.  He stared at her with a bloody grin on his lips.

“The Devil’s Knight. I am fueled by hatred and driven by demons. Pain is my pleasure…”

He leaned closer, growling in her ear. Scraping his nails down her neck and onto her breasts.

“As is destroying the weak. Being the cause of suffering. Hearing them…beg. Watching them bleed. You do to me what I do to them. Just imagine what horrid things WE could do.”

A quiet moan hummed from her as he grabbed her hips, pressing his fingers into her cruelly. She slid a bloody finger across his lips slowly as he licked at it. He stared down at her, caging her in with his hands on the wall on either side of her.

“No remorse, we’ll kill to kill again. Ending all. They would cower before us. We could turn this place into our own little personal Hell. Halls painted in blood, echoing screams of agony. In the short time I’ve been here I’ve already destroyed one and wear the proof. And there are so many more to fall. Countless others will suffer…”

Wolf Heathen bit her lip, drawing blood before kissing her. Letting her blade dance across his tongue while he tasted her.

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Title:Needing Something to sink my teeth into...
Personal Message: A night in hell is my personal pleasure
OOC: Here we go!

She kissed him back as she tasted his blood... She tasted her blood.. It was pure bliss as she was closing her eyes just enjoying the feeling as she moved her hands getting them free as she dug into his chest a bit, pulling him closer as she after a moment when he moved his head back grinned as she looked at him.
||Elisabeth Adams||- I think the devil himself, sent you here to find me.

She laughed a bit as she looked at him thinking about it as she licked her bloody lips and was holding onto him a bit.

||Elisabeth Adams||- I can see now the wicked things we will be doing... I know how good it will feel to watch those fall before us, to crash and burn..

She laughed thinking about it, as she moved her hand up to his neck, her finger holding him a bit, as she leaned up, nipping his neck, and his cheek as she bit his lip until he opened his mouth to her as she kissed him again.. Enjoy there wild little get together...