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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Tory Adore" data-source="post: 1012396" data-attributes="member: 11152"><a href="http://home.comcast.net/~ToryAdore/Adrian_Belew_Young_Lions.mp3" target="_blank">Adrian Belew – Young Lions</a>Vych maneuvered through the humid jungle of humanity approaching the bar, ever cognizant of her Sire’s movements. While this was not the dance she had in mind for herself tonight, the mere feeling of the hunt, the stalking, the dance, impressed itself within her body making its pleasure known through her facial expressions - seductively moist smiles, an irresistible sparkle to her emerald eyes, a rosey, warm glow to her porcelain cheeks. Vych could feel something dark and bestial pull at her from inside as she watched her beautiful Carrick, the most handsome man she had ever seen, from across the room. His graceful, fluid movement, the way his silk shirt flowed against the smooth, flawless skin beneath, every flex and tense of muscle brought back the memory of their first dance so many years ago, and it made her want him all the more. She could feel her emotions struggling to break free of their cage, and her love for him run wild inside her now throbbing heart as his blood pulsed in veins throughout her body to the tribal beat of the music, and she wanted more, more of the feeling, more of this dance, more of his blood. Vych could almost taste the sweetness of his unlife on her tongue, on her lips. She folded her lips in and closed her eyes at the thought, breathing in deep as if trying to smell his scent from across the room. As her lips pressed together, she felt the burning sensation of her fangs starting to descend, dimpling the skin of her wet, inner mouth. Vych stopped dead in her tracks realizing she was beginning to lose the main focus of her movement toward the bar. Vych thought to herself as she attempted to quell the beast, trying to block the music that threatened her to tell its story in a dance, in the hunt. She placed her hand over the little crimson heart pendant about her neck with her right hand. Vych forces her eyes closed tearing her face from her love's direction. (ooc – spend willpower point to avoid clan weakness) Trying to ease the pain in her body from denying that which called her, Vych gathers her thoughts,”You must focus V. For yourself if not still for Carrick. Remember what it was that called you to the bar, remember... Yes, the bar...that was it. What was at the bar that had captured so much of the their attention and had pressed anxiety into my love’s heart?” Vych fluffed her hair a bit brushing it away from her neck, smoothed her dress over her curves, and moved in to find the object of Carrick’s attention.</blockquote>

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