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Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

Halciet didn't seem to notice, and offered Emmalia a seat at the end of the table. "I honestly do like your hair like that. It adds a sort of esteem to you. It makes you different. I like that about you."
 
Halciet noticed Emmalia eating so little, and asked, "Would you prefer another diet? We have plenty of cattle if you request it. I'm sorry, humans." He corrected himself.
 
Emmalia glanced up at Halciet with an eyebrow raised distastefully. "Thank you, but no. I am okay." She didn't want another person to die just so she could eat. She was a monster, but that didn't give her a right to kill.
 
"Suit yourself. I'd offer you some of mine if you were up to it." Halciet said as he motioned to a servant, who brought in a decapitated head on a plate. "Of course, if you ever feel you want some, just ask."
 
Halciet noticed a bit of hesitation in Emmalia. "He's already dead. It'll do him no good if you just let him go bad." Halciet tried to convince her.
 
Emmalia gritted her teeth and looked away. She was starving, but she didn't want to submit and drink blood. Especially not from a head.
 
Halciet glared for a moment before requesting more, to which he brought out various other parts as well and set them in the center of the table. "I know you want to enduldge. Give in to it Emmalia."
 
Emmalia couldn't help it, and squirmed in her seat. The blood was very alluring, especially when she needed it. Her mind worked to come up with pros and cons, even if she tried to stay stoic and reject the blood. But she was so weak, maybe human blood would help her escape.... That made sense, that reason made it okay, the man was dead anyway. As long as there was a good reason, it was okay.

Em took an arm and bit into it, planning on only drinking a little, just enough to sustain her and help her heal, but she ended up drinking her fill and then some.
 
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Halciet grinned as he watched Emmalia drink the blood, and said, "See? It's always better than the last time you've had it. And here, we have it every day. It's quite a magnificent thing. If only you'd enduldge - and let me enduldge."
 
Em dropped the limb and wiped her mouth with a shaking hand. The blood was both soothing, but also energizing, almost like alcohol. Still, when Halciet spoke, she weakly shook her head. "No." She wasn't going to give in to him, even if she had given in to the blood, no matter how weak she got, she didn't want to be his harlot. Even though she felt she could barely stand, she wasnt going to give in. The blood, she knew that was bad, but it could be justified in her mind. She could kill vampires to make up for it. Being with Halciet could never be justified.
 
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Halciet admired Emmalia as she drank the blood, and said, "Your beauty is unrivaled. I would prefer an eternity of hell than to watch you not be mine any longer." Halciet stood, slowly taking steps closer to Emmalia. "You'll come to love being mine, I promise you." Halciet said, not wanting to avoid the topic any longer, but not really giving her an option.
 
Emmalia stood on the other side of her chair from him. "Really, Halciet? You cant skip the hunt and get straight to the prey," she said, referencing their earlier game.
 
"I've had my fill of hunting, and I'm ready for my reward." Halciet said, stepping menacingly close. "Please, don't reject me Emmalia. You are mine, and I'd hate you to think otherwise."
 
"You'll find your life at a much higher state than previous, if you'd just... Take my hand." Halciet told her, his voice more steely and monotone. "Just take my hand and everything in the world will be yours."
 
"I can be dignified when I have my prize." Halciet said, moving the chair out from between them. "You can't reject me Emmalia. You know you can't."
 
"You're incorrect, Halciet. I can reject you, and you can have your fun, but that's not what you want, is it? You want me to beg for your attentions, to want you in return. Am I wrong?"
 
"Maybe you're not. But you are in my castle, and I can decide what you do. I decide we end this game and I decide your fate." Halciet's hand formed a fist, his frustration beginning to show.
 

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