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Post by Guillotine on Feb 7, 2013 23:52:13 GMT -5
Wants this? Guillotine’s ears pricked forward, as he lifted his head. His lips hid his razor sharp fangs once more. Something interesting caused Gil’s sudden change in behavior. Blake was asking for death. Guillotine studied the woman’s posture, as well as her facial expressions. She didn’t show even an ounce of fear. This female was serious. Was it true, did this woman really wanted to die? The hellhound grumbled. What has gotten into her? “You know I can’t do that, Blake!” Man, this woman was really losing it. Guillotine’s tail stood erect behind him as he slowly trotted forward. He stood before Blake as she began to speak again. She explained what she was feeling, and the fact that she really did love him. Guillotine could see that there was a battle going on inside of Blake, a battle that the female couldn’t possibly win. Maybe the two of them weren’t so different. Both were fighting against their emotions. Would it be wrong to make her chose between himself and the angel? Well, not from his standpoint. He really didn’t want the woman around El. Perhaps he could use her lack of confidence to his advantage? Dark thoughts began to warp Gil’s mind. Maybe he could convince the woman to ever see that damn angel again. Guillotine could keep her on the dark side, he would make she never stepped into the light! Blake surrounded herself with the company of demons. Something like this was bound to happen.
“...don’t cry.” The male cooed as he brushed passed Blake, and strolled over to the counter in the kitchen. His large head swept over the surface and grabbed the small teddy bear. He held the delicate little thing in his jaws and brought it out into the living room. The large beast then pressed the bear against Blake’s stomach. He didn’t state whether or not he was still going to leave. But for the time being he needed to calm her down. Perhaps these attempts were all one sided. Well, he was a hellhound. Being a brute was in his nature.
(( I tried to find a way for him to stay, I don't think we wanna end this thread just yet.)) |
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Post by Blake O'Sullivan on Feb 8, 2013 14:51:58 GMT -5
Delicate hands took the plush toy. They were still badly trembling. Her eyes looked down at the toy as her bottom made contact with her couch. Her green eyes, stared down at the panda. Something about converting all of her emotions into this toy seemed to be helping. But what still confused her - she was a witch. A good witch. The holy beings of God and Light saw any sort of witch... As a witch. She couldn't just surrender her powers. She was what she was. There was nothing El could do to change her - except for making her a better person. Why couldn't Guillotine realize she wasn't going to change? No matter how hard El tried, and the man loved her for her. Religion and Witches have not had exactly the best relationship.. Until El and Blake met.
She looked at the hound after looking at the bear, eyes still red and puffy, "Why... Are you still even here?" she was sure that this time, she would not be a weakness for him and not care. That he would leave. But Guillotine stayed. Blake trembled a bit more before clinging to this bear, this toy like these were her last moments and if she let go now, that would be it. |
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Post by Guillotine on Feb 8, 2013 17:17:31 GMT -5
The large beasts watched as Blake’s emotions continued to run her ragged. Once he gave the young woman the stuffed animal she sat down on the couch. Blake continued to cry and sob until her eyes began to grow read and puffy. Humans were such emotional creatures. Guillotine was thankful that his hellhound form lacked the ability to cry. He couldn’t shed a single tear, even if he wanted too. In this form he couldn’t show any emotion. The only way to even glimpse into his psyche was by watching his body language. Guillotine released a grumble as he sat down beside Blake’s legs. He allowed his large frame to sink to the floor. There was no way in hell he’d fit on her couch. He was far too big, so he did the next best thing. The beast’s lifted his large heavy head and rested it on Blake’s lap. His ears were pulled back against his skull. Oh, how he loved to feel the warmth of her body on his own. The beast even went to the lengths as to push his wet nose into Blake’s stomach. Gil’s boney tail thumped against the carpet as he did this. Suppose hellhounds were really no different from your average canine, both seemed to crave attention.
What about his plan. Could he really go through with it? Could he really convince this woman to leave her boyfriend? Guillotine thought about what would happen if El was allowed to stay with Blake. If he brought crucifixes into the home, and made it a holy place Gil would never be able to step foot into Blake’s home. Ah yes, Gil could remember trying to enter a church after his prey (A human) fled to it. The beast could remember ignoring his instincts and walking into that damn church, he quickly regretted it. Just being in that damn place brought so much pain he had to get out. What if that same thing happened to Blake’s home, or even Blake-herself? What if that holy being steals her away? Guillotine couldn’t let that happen.
Soon enough Blake spoke, asking Gil why he was still here. “I don’t know.” The hound replied, he was lying through his fangs. He knew very well why he was staying, was it for attention, to rip this woman away from her boyfriend or perhaps both?
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