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Post by Vitaly on Jun 6, 2013 11:24:08 GMT -5
Catherine’s wolf didn’t like Azoriat. Not one bit. She despised the demon, while Catherine was falling for him. It was a strange mixture of emotions, but Cat for the most part, was able to separate the two. At least until the fool moon came around. From time to time her inner wolf did come out. Whenever given a chance she would appear. Instinct was something Azoriat would have to deal with when hanging around her. Catherine could be rather spontaneous at times; perhaps a little too much so. Depending on the situation, her attitude could change at the drop of a hat.
The woman smiled as Azoriat reassured her with a light squeeze of her hand. He was a sweet guy. Who knew demons had a light hearted side? This was the last time Cat would expect from a hellish demon. Despite this being completely backwards from how society views them, she wouldn’t question it. Catherine thoroughly enjoyed this side of Azoriat. He’d shown her more kindness than anyone else. Cat’s instincts told her not to trust this man, but she ignored them, for now. Her wolf wouldn’t be pulling the strings today, she was in control. Catherine followed Azoriat up the stairs and smirked when he opened the door for her. “What a gentleman.” She cooed upon entering the museum.
A light giggle crept from Catherine as Azoriat spoke of kissing again after dinner. “Perhaps we can do a little more than that.” A there was a seductive undertone to her lovely voice. Cat just loved to tease. With a light laugh she continued. “Let’s hope you didn’t or my wolf won’t be the only one you have to worry about.” A light warming sensation swept over Catherine’s small frame as Azoriat put his arm around her. She didn’t quite understand why, but she felt safe in his grasp. Feeling his warm hand on her hip, she leaned against him. Azoriat was quite the charmer. He was slowly pulling the werewolf in with his gentlemanly charm. When the demon spoke again Cat looked up. “I’ve already see what you really look like. I highly doubt anything could top that, Azoriat.” Was he hiding more from her? What could possibly push her away from him? Catherine wanted to know now, but she would have to wait.
Soon, the couple crept upon an exhibit, one that Azoriat seemed to be familiar with. As he spoke, Catherine smirked. “Very impressive.” She was rather impressed by his knowledge. Azoriat seemed to be a very wise demon. The two walked side by side as they entered the exhibit. A powerful wave of smells hit Catherine like a sledge hammer when they entered the room. Everything in here smelled so old. It was interesting how long humans could keep these items in such pristine condition. Cat smiled and looked at Azoriat. He’d been around for centuries. Surly something in here could spark a memory or two. There were only a couple of humans around. That was good. Catherine smiled and asked. “Anything look familiar?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2013 13:45:04 GMT -5
Azoriat smiled as they looked at the Roman artifacts, they surely did bring back many memories. He looked at Catherine flicking a forked tongue out of his mouth and winking at her. He tried to keep her smiling, it was a lovely sight.
"And what do you mean by a little more? What sinful thoughs are roaming behind that beautiful smile? Your wolf does not want to submit to me and I think that is why it reacts when I am near. Did my form please you Catherine? Or do you like when I play human?"
Azoriat rested his chin in his hand as he looked at the exhibit, one item in particular caught his eye. A golden charm, meant for a necklace with a bronze coin set tinto it. He was flooded with memories of the young woman who wore it, She was a slave in the Demon's palace in the Roman capitol. He had made the necklace to remind her of her worth as she was a particulary spirited slave.
"It can't be... that necklace belonged to one of my slaves. How did it end up here... Her name, what was her name? Drusilla I believe. I bought her from a Centurion after he captured her in the north."
Azoriat reached out and touched the glass display. He looked happy to see the object, his hand still on Catherine's hip pulsed with warmth. He turned her to face him and smiled at her.
"Do you like it?"
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 6, 2013 17:23:47 GMT -5
It was a good idea to come to the museum. Azoriat seemed to be enjoying himself. Catherine was glad. Who knew the two of them shared a love for old artifacts. The wolf looked around with him. Staying by his side like a loyal hound. When Azoriat questioned her, Catherine place a delicate hand on his. So, he was curious? “hmm, I can think of a few things.” Catherine said with a smirk. When he spoke of sin she couldn’t help but to laugh. Sin? Is that what he called it? She leaned against her demon friend’s warm body and nuzzled the side of her head against his chest. “I suppose you’ll just have to wait and see, Azoriat.” A stern frown plastered itself onto Catherine’s lovely face when Azoriat spoke of her wolf. Great, her wolf just had to come up and kill the mood. Cat grumbled, she was reluctant to answer, but he needed to know. “It’s not just my wolf, Azoriat.“ Did he truly think she was going to submit to him? He had another thing coming. They may have been getting close but that didn’t mean he had any sort of power over her. Crush or not, Cat wouldn’t let him control her. “I will not submit to you either. At least that is one thing the two of us can agree on. We answer to no one.” Catherine looked around to make sure no one was ease dropping on their conversation. Humans where such curious creatures, and it would be a shame if one started asking questions about their little conversation. She waited a minute or two before continuing. “My wolf reacts because she really doesn’t like you. I would go as fair to say that she hates your guts. And that is why we aren’t going to be seeing each other during the next full moon. I don’t care if you have a safe place for me to change, I don’t want to risk hurting you again. She’s already got the taste of your blood. She will hunt you down, and try to kill you.” It was a shame Catherine had to have a little beast inside her, constantly poking and prodding her with untamed rage. At that very moment she could felt something bubble up inside of her. Was this anger? Why was she beginning to feel so irritated all of a sudden? She looked away from Azoriat and tried to gather herself. Was her wolf trying to fight for control? That was impossible. She could only come out on the full moon. Cat fought it back. Perhaps now would have been a good time to change the subject. Luckily, Azoriat did. He spoke of his true form, as well as his human one. The werewolf favored his human form over his demonic one. The last time he transformed into that bright red creature Cat felt intimidated. She wasn’t used to seeing such a beast. Needless to say, Catherine felt bad for being so prejudice. Ignorance wasn’t exactly a virtue. But who could blame her for choosing his human form? Mr. Tall, dark and handsome was just her cup of tea. However, she couldn’t be too intolerant of his other more demonic form. That was him in his true flesh and blood after all. She would just have to take his heritage into consideration. Demons weren’t the most handsome of creatures. Suppose she had no room to talk. Her werewolf wasn’t exactly easy on the eyes either. If she remembered correctly, she had drooled all over the man during their last battle. Azoriat had accepted her wolf, fur and all. Why couldn’t she accept his demon? Over time, Catherine would learn to adore his demonic form. It truly shouldn’t matter what form he was in, his scent remained the same. But for the time being she was still getting used to it. Cat didn’t want Azoriat to know this, putting this man down wasn’t on her agenda. The last thing she wanted to do was to have him sink back into his shell like he had done in the car. So, with a light hearted smile she replied. “I like both. It doesn’t matter what form you are in. Your scent still takes my breath away.” The woman then laughed. She stuck her tongue at him as his forked tongue slipped out of his mouth. “There is nothing sexier than red flesh…and horns.” With a smile the wolf’s hazel eyes returned to the artifacts. There were quite a few. Some were in fair condition while others looked brand new. After a while, Catherine noticed Azoriat was looking at one particular item. She looked down to find a beautiful little charm. Suppose it was one of the trinkets from his past? Her suspicions where confirmed when he spoke. Catherine was surprised to hear that the lovely little trinket belonged to one of his slaves. “Wow, she must have been very special.” Cat replied with a grin. This demon couldn’t have been so bad. He allowed a slave to have beautiful item like this. If she remembered correctly slaves weren’t usually allowed to have anything. Suddenly, she was pulled around to face him. Catherine cocked an eye brow was he spoke, asking her if she liked it. Catherine swallowed hard. Where was he going with this? “Um. Y-Yes, it is very pretty. “
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2013 18:19:37 GMT -5
Azoriat wrapped his arms around Catherine holding her from behind. So she was not willing to submit to him, this was very interesting. The Demon was not used to rejection and part of him wanted to torture her until she submitted.
"If you wish not to submit to me I shall not press the issue. Besides I have much more planned for you than slavery, hence why you are more dear to me than Drusilla. She was just a chamber maid who dared question my demands... you are special Catherine."
Azoriat walked with her slowly still holding her from behind like highschool sweethearts strolling down the hall. It seemed she was still worried her wolf may try to kill him. Azoriat did not know how to comfort her, he was eternal even if the beast tore him limb from limb it was only a matter of time before he would return.
"When Lucifer fell our images were twisted into that form, well all except Lucifer, he still looks... beautiful. Lucifer's dark light enabled us to appear more pleasing to the eye though still demonic. So it's my scent you're after is it my wolf?"
Azoriat pulled out a cellular phone and snapped a photo of the charm and then quickly texted something, leading her out of the Roman hall, into Rennaisance Art. With a devilish smirk he ran his forked tongue along her neck momentarily.
"Just imagine what that can do..."
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 6, 2013 19:31:21 GMT -5
Wait, what did he say? He had something planned for her? With her suspicions aroused the woman couldn’t help but to ask. “What do you mean by that, Azoriat? What exactly do you have planned for me?” Catherine thought back to the collar she received. Was this man going to make her his pet? Oh she hoped this wasn’t the case. She was a werewolf, not a pet. Perhaps to a demon a werewolf would make an excellent pet. Catherine swallowed hard. A nervous feeling began to wash over her as Azoriat stood behind her. She wasn’t exactly ecstatic to have her back to him. The werewolf wanted to keep him in her sights. But for the moment she would just have to roll with it. When the demon spoke, Cat managed to smile. So he was letting it go? “Good.” Soon after he talked about Drusilla, and how the slave wasn’t as special as she was. His words caused Cat to blush. Maybe she was wrong about him. “O-Oh?”
As they walked Catherine began to relax. This wasn’t so bad. Sure, she couldn’t see what Azoriat was doing behind her but feeling his warm body against her back did feel nice. Catherine’s smaller frame was being consumed by the heat from his body. The werewolf’s mind strayed for a moment, as she began to wonder what it would be like to lay with him in his bed. She was creeping into dark territory, a place where her mind wouldn’t usually go. The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she became. Her face began to turn a darker shade of red. Instinct tapped at her skull. If she wanted him, then she could always take him, right? Cat quickly shook the thought from her head. Now wasn’t the time to be thinking about such things.
Catherine’s attention returned to Azoriat as she spoke of Lucifer. He talked like he knew the demon personally. This was interesting enough to keep the wolf’s attention. “Is that so?” She cooed. Soon after Azoriat motioned his scent. So, was she truly after his scent? Catherine didn’t really know. She decided to humor him anyway. Looking up at the demon, Catherine batted her eyes playfully. “Maybe.” Catherine teased. “You’re scent is rather extraordinary. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever smelled before.”
Upon entering the next exhibit Azoriat began to run his tongue along cat’s neck. Catherine smiled and closed her eyes as a chill of sheer ecstasy ran up her spine. Did he know her weakness already? The woman seemed to melt in his grasp. Suppose he was a little too good with that tongue of his. “Why should I imagine? I’m sure you can show me yourself.” Catherine ran her soft hand along Azoriat’s leg. Her thumb gently rubbed his inner thy. If he wanted to play dirty then so be it. Catherine offered a laughed. “Don’t be a tease, Azorait. It’s not very gentlemen like, you know. “Catherine slowly slipped herself from Azoriat’s hold and spun around to face him. A devilish grin lit up her face. She didn’t mind this, not in the least. His teasing fed her wild side. “Shall we look aro-“ Catherine stopped in mid-sentence something caught her attention.
The wolf’s body froze and her eyes widened with fear. There sitting behind Azoriat was a very large statue depicting the body of an old painter. Though, the image itself wasn’t a problem, it was what it was made out of. Tiny pits of silver where used to replicate an painter with a new age twist. Catherine didn’t realize it until she read the tag that sat above it; The words where as clear as day. Memories of pain surged into Catherine’s head. That was a lot of silver for one stature. Cat’s body grew ridged. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. With her chest rising and falling rapidly she grab Azoriat’s arm, clinging to him for dear life. She was on the verge of hyperventilation. “C-can we move onto the next room…p-please.” She asked her body began to tremble. If she stayed there any longer she would lose it.
((meh..))
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2013 20:16:14 GMT -5
"I will explain everything over dinner my dear, but do not worry I have no plans to bind you in chains... that is unless you ask me to."
Azoriat winked at her before looking around at the beautiful art around him. He recognized some of the larger players your Michaelangelo, Da-vinci but many he had never heard of. She seemed tripped up by his stating she was special.
"Of course you are special Catherine, do you think I would have let any other wolf spill my blood and still walk this world? I knew from the moment I saw you that our paths were the same."
He was feeling quite mischeivous and it seemed she was as well, her hand rubbed on his thigh and he groaned in her ear. Azoriat ran his hand up her side and around her in a tight embrace before releasing her.
"I appologize for my actions m'lady. You are just so... appealing"
She stiffened and for a momment he was utterly confused until she brought his attention to the statue. He took her hand and quickly led her out of the exhibit and into a service hallway. He stroked her blonde locks trying to calm her.
"I will keep you safe Catherine."
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 8, 2013 16:54:47 GMT -5
Maybe coming to the museum wasn’t the best idea. Catherine should have known a place like this would have silver. Some artifacts where made of the deadly material. She was a fool not to realize this sooner. Why did her fear have to ruin everything? Cat wished she could stick it out and go back into the room. However, the woman couldn’t get herself to move. Even her wolf feared silver. Irritated, Cat growled to herself. Pitiful, she was truly pitiful. Why did she have to be so weak and helpless in front of Azoriat? He was seeing a side of her that not many have seen. Cat usually took extra precautions not to end up like this. Today, she slipped up. Excited for her date she didn’t take her fear into account. Now, she was regretting it.
Catherine’s soft hand still clutched Azoriat’s. She didn’t want to let him go. For once she was being a bit clingy. This was rare, even for her. The demon’s warmth was keeping Cat calm as they exited the room. If it wasn’t for the demon’s kindness she would be completely lost. Catherine’s small frame quivered, even after they entered the hallway. “I’m sorry.” Catherine said as she looked up to her demon companion. The she-wolf felt bad for ruining the date. If it wasn’t for that damn silver the two would still be having a good time. Catherine’s eyes widened as Azoriat spoke. He then began to gently stroke her hair with his warm hand. His words calmed the young wolf. The demon’s tone seemed believable enough. So, he would protect her? In an attempt to rid her mind of fear, the wolf thought back to what Azoriat said when they were in the room. Not only did he think she was special but he would protect her too. Cat had never been treated like this by anyone. Closing her eyes for a moment, Cat took in the warmth Azoriat’s body was giving off. The wolf leaned against him, taking in the man’s scent. A demonic aroma rolled off him and into her nose, giving the woman a reason to smile. A new feeling began to rise within the young werewolf. What was this, was she beginning to fall for him? “I...Um.”
Catherine quickly looked away for a moment as if contemplating something. Did she really have feelings for this man? His gentle touch seemed to calm her down. But was there more behind it? Confused Cat turned to Azoriat. She hesitated before speaking. “I-I don’t know what I should be feeling right now. “ A cocktail of emotions where spiraling around inside of her. Catherine’s human side wished to shower this man with affection, while her wilder side didn’t want to have anything to do with him. After a brief internal battle Catherine’s human persona came out on top.
Catherine got up on her tip toes and gently wrapped her arms around the demon’s neck. Her lovely hazel eyes looked him over, not only taking in his scent, but his devilish good looks as well. Then with a sincere smile she leaned in, giving Azoriat a quick peck on the lips. That one minor kiss seemed to wipe all her worries away. “T-thank you” Her voice was barely above a whisper. This was all he was going to get, for now. She couldn’t quite understand what came over her in that brief moment of weakness. Perhaps it was his words that drove the wolf to show this kind of affection? A light blush took over her face. She was falling for this demon. “W-we can move onto the next room, if you want. “ Cat then swallowed hard. “You did say you would protect me, right?” The wolf despised being portrayed as the damsel in distress. However, now she didn’t seem to care. If Azoriat was going to offer her protection she would take it.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2013 16:19:19 GMT -5
Azoriat's hands curled in her blonde locks as she kissed him. Her taste was sweet like honey but it also had a wodsy aftertaste and of course there was her soul. Everytime his lips touched her skin he could taste the edge of that beautiful soul of hers.
"Don't be sorry my sweet, we all have fears even Demons. I cannot tell you how to feel, I can only hope you feel something..."
Azoriat held her hand and led her into the next room, it was Azorat's turn to be uncomfotable. The room was surrounded by stained glass windows from various cathedrals in europe, along the walls were marble statues of saints and the christ. This was not a blessed place like a church but these artifacts held the taint of those holy sites causing azoriat much pain. He staggered foward but collapsed to his knees weakly.
"I need to leave this room, s..something here is b...blessed."
Behind a glass case on a velvet pillow sat a golden crucifix which according to the tad was once the property of Pope Pius on loan from the vatican. The crucifix seemed to glow in Azoriat's presence as if fighting him off. The Demon fought to his feet leaning heavily on her shoulder. This Crucifix was draining him, making him weak.
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 9, 2013 21:32:44 GMT -5
The she-wolf remained silent as Azoriat spoke. Her face turned a light red color. So, he wished she felt something? Cat’s curiosity was begging to kill her. What did he mean by that? Soon, she was led away into the next room.
Catherine began to wonder why Azoriat chose to enter this exhibit. Upon entering, she cocked her head to the side like a curious pup. There were all sorts of holy artifacts sitting around in cases. Stained glass hung on the windows; giving the room a sort of old, vintage church look. The she-wolf took one glance around the room before deciding it wasn’t for her. She was never too big on religion. Perhaps this was a good thing, considering she was going on a date with a demon. Cat began to wonder if Azoriat really wanted to visit this room. Didn’t demons hate this kind of stuff? Then again, Azoriat was the first demon she had ever met. Maybe the stereotypical demon wasn’t affected by holy items? Azoriat didn’t exactly act like a demon. Was he immune?
As the two walked Cat looked around at the stain glass windows. They were the only real thing she as interested in looking at. The stained glass was quite beautiful after all. Despite this place not really catching her attention, it was a big step up from the room with the silver. Catherine shuddered as she thought about it. Even her wolf cowered in fear from the sight of silver. Needless to say, the beast was happy to have left that horrible exhibit.
While looking the stained glass over, Cat noticed something strange. When she turned to Azoriat he began to stagger before falling to his knees. “A-Azoriat?!” Concerned, Catherine rushed to her friend’s side just as he staggered to his feet. He appeared to be in a lot of pain. It was clear that something in the room was bothering him. He even said that he needed to leave. Catherine didn’t quite know what to do as Azoriat’s tall body leaned against her. The werewolf staggered for a moment before getting a good grip on her friend. She didn’t realize just how heavy this demon was until he began to lean on her shoulder.
She needed to get him out of there. This of course was easier said than done. Azoriat was tall. Moving him was going to be a pain for the much smaller woman. Luckily, he wasn’t dead weight. The werewolf wrapped one arm around the tall demon’s midsection. Catherine made sure she had a good grip on him. The last thing she wanted was for him to take another spill. Then with a sigh, she began to lead him out of the room.“Maybe coming here was a bad idea?” She pondered aloud as she helped Azoriat into the hallway. The small woman leaned him against the wall. Her hazel eyes where filled with concern. “A-Are you ok?” Something in that room weakened her dear friend. Didn’t Azoriat say something about an artifact being blessed?
A protective nature of sorts began to surface within the wolf. Her eyes narrowed. Catherine was tempted to walk back into the room and tear everything apart. Luckily for the museum staff she was calm enough not to. “We didn’t have to go in there, you know. Especially if holy sh*t makes you weak. If only I had known beforehand. I wouldn’t have let you go in there.”She hated seeing her friend like this. Catherine then swallowed hard. It appeared that both of them had combated their weaknesses in this damned museum. Catherine never remembered this place being so riddled with danger. Then again, she was very young the last time she came. Cat gave Azoriat time to calm down before she spoke. “Maybe we should leave. Can you walk, or will I have to drag you out of here?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2013 21:51:06 GMT -5
Azoriat sighed with relief as they left the room. It felt like a giant weight was lifted from his shoulders. He pulled Catherine against him, leaning his head against the nape of her neck. His breathing was ragged and he was drenched in sweat.
"Yes, maybe we should go... I did not notice what the exhibit held, I was to busy admiring the most beautiful thing here. I will be fine in a short time... Demons cannot walk on holy ground nor can we touch holy relics"
His hands curled in her golden locks as he tried to regain his strength. The preparations had been made for dinner at his home, hopefully everything went according to that plan. Azoriat looked into her hazel eyes, his own eyes were jet black and suless, not their usual grey swirling masses.
"Thank you Catherine.. Come, I believe I can walk now..."
Azoriat escorted her out of the museum back to his limosine. The driver oppened the door for them and allowed them to slide back into their seats. Azoriat was looking forward to this night.
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 9, 2013 22:22:13 GMT -5
Catherine’s body tensed for a brief moment as Azoriat pulled her to him. She wasn’t expecting him to do this. Her delicate hands rested themselves onto his chest. Cat didn’t like getting caught off guard. It made her feel weak, pitiful even. She was tempted to fight her way out of his grasp, but failed to actually do so. This kind of close interaction would be something she would have to get used to. After taking in his scent Cat relaxed. Did she actually like this? Catherine wasn’t the cuddling type, not in the beast. Though, Azoriat’s warm body felt nice. His addicting aroma continued to rolled into her nose. Azoriat was sweating; this experience seemed to have taken a lot out of him.
The she-wolf’s face turned red as Azoriat spoke. So, he thought she was pretty? That was something. Soon, he explained that demon’s weren’t able to walk on holy ground, or touch holy object. Catherine looked back at the room that held the religion exhibit. Her nose crinkled. That place was practically a deathtrap for a demon. “I see.” Catherine replied as she turned to face him.
The hair on the back of Catherine’s neck began to stand on end when Azoriat looked at her with those dark, soulless eyes of his. Those dark orbs made Cat freeze. “Um...” The wolf looked away; obviously startled by this. When the man spoke again she nodded. “Y-Yeah, you’re welcome.” With a forced smile she followed Azoriat out to his limo. Catherine sat there in silence as the limo started up; completely oblivious to Azoriat’s plan. Their date didn’t go as well as she had hoped. Discouraged, the young woman looked out of the window. Her hazel eyes watched the world roll by. A seemingly bored expression could be seen on her lovely face.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2013 22:33:08 GMT -5
Azoriat ran his fingers through her hair as she stared out of the window, had he upset her? The demon leand over shoulder whispering in her ear. His hot breath ran over her skin like a summer breeze, and his touch was equally inviting.
"Do not worry my Catherine, I have quite a surprise for you at my estate, our little date is just begining..."
The demon rested his hand on her bare thigh at the slit of her dress. Her soft flesh against his fingers was tempting though self control won out in the end. He continued to pet her as they were driven back to his new home. He could not wait to see her light up as she saw everything in it's intended place. Azoriat had the servants make her a room across from the master bed chambers, in case the wolf wished to stay alone.
"I...There is so much I wish to say... but in due time, you look hungry my dear."
The limousine pulled into the long driveway, and the driver tended to them expertly opening the door for them.
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 9, 2013 23:03:39 GMT -5
Catherine cocked an eye brow as Azoriat explained that their little date was just beginning. This demon had more planned? “Is that so?” She asked with a light smirk. Cat was glad to hear they would have more to do. She wasn’t satisfied with their date so far. At least their little outing hadn’t gone to waste. Cat managed to learn a lot for the demon. Azoriat continued, saying that he had a surprise for her back at his estate. Surprise over took the wolf. Her lovely eyes seemed to sparkle in delight. He had a surprise for her? Catherine began to wonder what it was.
The woman smiled as Azoriat began to stroke her hair. She would have to ask him to do this again sometime. Pleased she leaned into his hand. Everything was going great until he put his hand onto her thigh. Catherine could feel her wolf fighting her way to the surface. It took everything Cat had to hold back the deep, defensive growl. Luckily, she managed to do it. Instead of growling, she laughed. The wolf placed her own hand onto Azoriat’s. “You might want to watch where you put your hand. You just might lose it.” She teased. With a pleased sigh, Catherine closed her eyes and leaned onto Azoriat. Even as he spoke, her eyes stained shut. “I want you to tell me. But I understand. You wish to be mysterious, yes?” There didn’t seem to be an end to Catherine’s teasing.
As soon as they pulled up to Azoriat’s home Catherine’s eyes opened. She leaned off Azoriat and scooted over to the door. She waited eagerly for the door to open like some excited canine. Cat couldn’t wait to get out. If she had a tail right now, she would most certainly be wagging it. Stepping out of the limo she looked back at Azoriat, and like an obedient dog, she waited for him.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2013 0:28:20 GMT -5
Azoriat slid out of the car gracefully, joining Catherine at her side. He placed his hand upon the small of her back as he walked her back to the entryway of his home. Just as they reached the door it was opened by an older gentleman in a fine tuxedo, whom bowed and allowed them to enter. "master Azoriat..." The entryway was nolonger a clutter of boxes and wrapped paintings, instead the walls were now adorned in candles and a dozen priceless paintings from a few renaisance masters. Musicplayed throughout the home adding a warmth yet a sadness as well. Before them, the red carpeted oak stairs leading to the master suite and guest bedroom, to the left the familiar wooden door leading to Azoriat's study where they had first interacted. To their right an open doorway revealing a particularly dark dining room lit only by candles. "Tradition and propper ettiquet dictates that we dine at either far end of the table, but considering the intimacy of what i shall reveal to you and my status as a defiler of societal norms, I saw we dine beside eachother."He walked her into the dining room and pulled out a chair for her. The darkness and shadows in this room seemed to pull at and embrace the Demon. It was almost as if every shadow itself was an extension of the demon. One particularly odd detail, the dancing flames which cast Azoriat's shadow on the wall cast the shadow of not a man but his demonic form.
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 10, 2013 16:46:11 GMT -5
Catherine’s eyes lit up with excitement as they entered the large home. While they stood at the door her began to wag her butt, almost as if she had a tail. Cat was excited, perhaps too much so? When Azoriat lead her into the house Cat was surprised to see everything straightened up and in order. The last she had visited there where countless boxes stacked up. All the paintings that where hanging on the wall where previously wrapped in paper. Azoriat’s servants really had their work cut out for them. However, they managed the fix the house up. The final product looked nice, very nice! Oh, what Cat would give to live in a home like this; Being surrounded by people who would cater to her every whim. Ah yes it would be a dream come true. But alas, she couldn’t. If she ever lost track of time her wolf could completely decimate the piece of paradise. Surly, Azoriat wouldn’t be too pleased with her if that was to happen. Catherine continued to smile. She didn’t want her worries to ruin this moment. “Your house looks amazing, Azoriat!” Catherine said, turning to the demon she had a very large smile on her face. That feeling of sheer wonderment began to stream through her as they walked about the house.
How she would love to explore the home in her wolf form. There had to be all sorts of interesting smells and hiding places in this large home. Catherine could see fluffy form wondering these halls, and napping in the warm room Azoriat had taken her to when they first met. That room would be the perfect place to take a nap. Perhaps she was thinking a little too much on this subject. Clinging to his hand, Cat continued to follow the demon. Soon music streamed through her ears. The demon truly knew how to make this place have an atmosphere of its own.
After walking down the hall, the two crept onto the dining room. When they walked inside Catherine’s grinned at the sight. This room was dark, and warm. It made her feel comfortable. Even Cat’s wolf enjoyed the darkness this room provided. The candles were the only source of light. They gave the room a dark, eerie glow. Cat was comfortable with it, for the most part. This was the dining room of a demon after all.
Catherine had never truly understood such a strange cultural rule. Why sit at the end of the table? Wouldn’t that keep them apart? The table was pretty long. Wouldn’t they have to yell just to talk to one another? Luckily, Azoriat agreed with her. The demon dismissed the idea, stating that he was a defiler of societal norm. After taking another glance around the room, Cat couldn’t help but to wonder what they would be eating. What did demons eat anyway, souls, humans, angels? Would the two be dinning on angels? Cat giggled at the thought. Wouldn’t that be interesting? Catherine pushed the thought out of her head. Azoriat seemed like a very dignified fellow. She doubted his servants would bring out an angel’s head on a platter.
Catherine then watched as Azoriat pulled out a chair for her. He was too kind. No one had ever done anything like this before. Catherine walked over to him and sat in the chair. While doing so her eye caught Azoriat’s shadow. She was rather surprised to see a demon standing there, holding the chair for her to sit down. Strange, Azoriat was in his human form. But yet, his shadow casts the image of his demon. Catherine looked to her own shadow, only to see a woman standing there. As strange as this was, Catherine didn’t ask about it. She didn’t want to ruin the moment. With a smile she turned to her friend. “T-thank you.”
“I-Intimacy?” Catherine repeated as Azoriat spoke. Her tone hinted at her confusion. Did he truly like her that much? Surly he couldn’t mean what she thought. Catherine didn’t want to jump to conclusions, seeing that it might hurt her in the end. Her wolf began to stir; displeased by the situation Catherine had gotten herself into. Cat shouldn’t be here. This demon was bad news. But yet, she didn’t just want to get up and leave. She had actually grown like tolerate this man. And to her wolf’s dismay, she even managed to get a small crush on him. Her inner beast didn’t like the idea. However, it couldn’t do a damn thing about it. During the next full moon it would surly have a vendetta out for Azoriat. She would make the demon pay. “Care you explain? We are at your home after all. I’m dying to know what you’ve been holding from me.”
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