2009-02-03 13:23:39 Nayk rolls 2 dice to Hunting the red zone [+1 diff, picky eater] (Diff 7) 7,10 (2 successes)

I am rarely the prettiest girl in the room. Its even rarer for me to be the best looking male in the room. I prefer to hunt in my female form; its easier. My prey likes to see me in a low cut tank-top and a small skirt. Im not one for heels but my clunky boots give me a certain grungy appeal. I wear my hooded sweatshirt to guard against the cold. Cold blood doesnt flow as nicely and you never know when ill need it.

I picked this bar becuase of its size. Smaller establishments are too intimate, too many people know eachother. I have very specific tastes. The blood I drink effects me so like I avoid old people on heart meds or blood thinners I avoid drunks and drug users. A spider that loses its edge gets stepped on.

Lucky for me my favored prey marks themselves. Straight Edges with big black X's on the backs of their hands. I spot one of these odd substance-free kids here drinking water. Hes sweaty like hes been dancing the night away for lack of anything better to do in a bar. He has tattooed arms and abstract hair. He looks absolutely delicious.

I dont dance. Dancing is a waste of energy. My movements are calculated and precise, nothing is wasted, nothing is overdone. I move in close to this young man. Spiders are a predatory insect. Ananasi adapt to larger prey. I have pheremones at my disposal to get this boys attention and keep it.

2009-02-03 13:39:18 Nayk rolls 5 dice to Cha+Primal Urge (Diff 4) 7,4,7,1,8 (3 successes)

Its a simple thing; I circle him once and his eyes follow. I turn back to him biting my lower lip coyly. I will raise a hand and spread my six fingers. The back of my hand bears the same marks as his.

Straight edge: For life, or something. I never let them finish their speaches. In less than half an hour we will be in the back of his SUV in a shadowed parkinglot down the street. His windows are tinted nice and dark and I can see my own face reflected in the glass while I ride him in the back seat. He is not a worthy mate- most people arent. Mother Ananasi will send the proper one when the time is right. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck as he finishes into a rubber sheathe. I watch my face in the mirror as my lips curl and my gums recede freeing the wicked mandibles in my mouth.

I think the straight edge was telling me I was beautiful, right before my fangs dug into his neck and injected a near lethal dose of venom. I dig tiny holes into his flesh as he begins to convulse. His blood is pure and healthy- I taste no contaminants and I drink deeply while my venom keeps him incapacitated. One of the many benefits of a potent nuerotoxin is brain damage. The bloodloss isnt going to help this young man who will likely be found with his pants around his ankles, limp dick still covered in his own semen and rubber in the morning.

I leave him in his car, pale and twitching; but alive. If someone cares about him he will survive. I dig through his wallet until i find his drivers liscence. I always like to have a trophy. I shut the door and pull my skirt back down into place. I am warmed and filled with his blood. I flip my hood up over my mussed hair and head home- ready to continue the construction of my Silie.  

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