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[Yony Helsha Katana]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TSGO/SeizeTheDay/Skull2.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . Just fear me, love me And I will be your slave Do as I say Yony wasn't entirely sure how to feel about St. Helena's school yet. He'd only just arrived two days before hand, to a semester of school already in session. He walked casually from his room and back outside. He hadn't made his appropriate meeting with his counselor yet, but he had her name. That didn't really matter all that much to him at this point. Right now, he was just fretting over the fact of being searched before entering the campus and stripped of half of what he himself held dear. He was just glad that they had missed Trillium. His beloved pretty girl had been in her transport bag coiled up in a blanket that they had just assumed was his. His pocket knife had been confiscated, however, as well as his damn straightening iron. And his fucking razors! He was only allowed to shave with supervision? That was bullshit. So what if he was what they called borderline suicidal. So what if he was considered 'violent'. Anyone who could get the blade out of a fucking disposable razor deserved the right to use it however he pleased. Dumbasses. And no vulger clothing? Yeah, like that was going to be happening. He smirked slightly as he clicked the bar that had been thrust through his tongue. It would likely be considered vulger, but he didn't really much care, much like he didn't much care about their pet policy, as was demonstrated by the fact that he had a snake coiled deftly around his hand. He could claim it was a service animal, she kept him calm. He couldn't punch anyone when he was carrying her, after all. He gently rubbed a thumb over her scales lightly as he walked, silently daring any staff member to try and take away his beloved Trillium. As it was, he was now outside, walking through what he'd been told previously was the 'courtyard'. Yeah, he was supposed to be in class at that point. English, he believed, but he didn't really give a shit. They couldn't kick him out just for being problematci, that was why they were there in the first place. So what were they gonna do? Put him in detention? Yeah, like he hadn't been in detention before. He walked around, glad that most other people seemed to be following the rules and participating in classes. It left him on his own, which he was greatful for. However, a noise behind a row of hedges drew his attention and he wrinkled his nose. Who was daring to impede upon his solitude?! He moved around the path, pausing as he noticed... a blond person. He wasn't entirely sure if it was a male or female person, and the uncertainty did not please him. He walked forward, pausing in front of the male currently in front of him, studying the youth for a moment longer, tilting his head slightly before speaking. "Are you a boy or a girl?" he demanded, reaching out casually before gripping the male's chin rather fiercely, forcing him to turn his head this way and that so that he could get a better look. "You look distinctly female, but I'm not getting a female vibe from you, so what are you?" Maybe it was a transgender. He wasn't entirely sure. He released the other, though noticed with a small smirk that his nails had bitten into the fair skin a bit to leave shallow marks on the other's jaw. "I am Yony. Who are you?" words ;; 595 ;; tagged ;; vital ;; outfit ;; clicky template made by emrysdaelan of Caution 2.0! keep credit or angry badgers will nom your face off!

[Vital Larkane Sage]

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It was one of those days in which Vital was itching for something new. He did not know what it was exactly that he wanted. However, sitting in class was not one of them. So, he had ducked out and made his way outside. Of course, it proved to be rather boring, as there was no one around to mess with. Though he did have one of the little freshmen he had bending to his will go off campus to grab him some coffee, which he was drinking as he walked around absently. He was not paying too much attention to where he was, focusing more on trying to think of a way to cure his absolute boredom. He absently wet his lips as he set his bag down on one of the benches in the courtyard, the scarf he had been wearing shoved into it after he had gotten quite annoyed with it. He was ready to throw in the towel and call the day a waste when all of a sudden, there was someone in front of him, demanding to know his gender, which only served to make the narcissistic teen smirk to himself. He always enjoyed making people wonder. It was more fun that way. What he had not expected, however, was the blond boy gripping his face tightly to look over his features. The action made Vital gasp inaudibly in shock before he let out a soft, almost feminine laugh with a smirk. It had been a long time since anybody dared walk up to him and grab him in any way. Most people either bought the whole innocent girl routine and, if they wanted in his pants, tried to charm their way into his life. Other than that, nobody ever touched him, and he often made sure of it. Of course, should anybody have tried to force him to do something, such as the blond, Yony, was, that might have been a bit different. Well, depending on his mood. Had he not been so utterly bored, it was quite likely Vital would've instantly broken the guy's fingers for touching him. "I'm Vital," he said in his practiced, thrown voice that made him sound persuasively like a girl. "Why do you care?" Vital did not think this Yony guy actually cared, but was more interested in why the boy had such a strong desire to know. He almost bit and told Yony his gender despite usually leaving people guessing; but, then, decided that if the guy wanted to know badly enough, he'd figure it out. Vital's fingers itched to dig his favored butterfly knife out of where he was storing it for the time being, tucked into the top of his boot. It had been confiscated upon his arrival; but, there was no way Vi was really going to just let them keep it. It was his trusty sidekick, however, and the two of them had had a lot of fun times together. Just thinking about it made Vital wish for a new pretty face to carve into. Maybe one of the freshmen he had bending to his will would just lay there and take it. Hmmm... "Are you sure it's such a good idea to keep your hands on someone you don't know?" Okay, so maybe Vital was egging the guy on slightly, but Yony seemed like the type to not take crap from people, and those were the best kind to egg on.

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[Yony Helsha Katana]

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[Vital Larkane Sage]

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"Though I suppose if you won't tell me, I'll just have to find out another way." Vital laughed slightly in amusement as Yony took the initiative to find out the easy way whether or not he was a guy. The blond, petite boy smirked a little as Yony pulled away and grunted slightly as he was pushed down onto the bench. "I do like boys," Vital agreed with a slight smirk, but deciding to keep the full reasoning behind him dressing up as a girl to himself. It was his own business, after all; and, maybe Yony would prove someone worth explaining the details of the little charade. "I like taunting everyone," he answered honestly. Not only in a sexual sense. His entire charade was nothing but taunting. He led people on, got them to do what he wanted, and then he was done with them. Nobody had ever proved worth being more than a temporary toy. If Yony's attitude and words were any indication, however, the boy might be worth being one to keep around. He thought for another moment, absently wetting his lips for a moment before deciding to say, "Do you have any idea how high people are willing to jump for you if they think you're a sweet, innocent little girl? Girls get their panties in a bunch to impress me, and guys, well, they're something else." When Yony mentioned being someone to just take what he wants, a wicked smirk crossed the freshman's face. Vital rather subtly slipped his lithe fingers underneath the top of his boots to pull out Rainbow Brite, his trusted butterfly knife, and he flicked it open with a flourish, moving it up to hold it pressed up against Yony's neck, the blade beginning to press into the skin, as the other teen spoke in his ear. "Are you sure you want to be doing that?" Vital practically purred into his ear. Vi might really like when someone did just what Yony said, came in, took control, and took what they wanted. That did not mean Vital would willingly submit to just anyone, nor did it mean he'd just give in to someone that had not proved worth it. He had yet to really see anything from Yony but a tight grip and strong words. The one good thing about being locked up in a loony bin meant that there was a chance that Vital could find someone to keep around that met up with his expectations. To date, he had not found a one; but, this blond boy had the possibility of rectifying that. Vital's grip on his knife handle was firm and skilled, obviously showing he had a lot of practice with one. Blades were his specialty. He loved them, especially well sharpened ones that would cut through most things as if it was warm butter. Seriously, thinking about some of the things he had managed to mutilate with the very blade in his hand practically made Vital moan. It was beautiful. Was it such a bad thing he enjoyed a beauty such as that? Well, his mother obviously believed so; but, well, that did not get her far.

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[Yony Helsha Katana]

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[Vital Larkane Sage]

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Vital simply smirked as Yony said he was not somebody to taunt. That only made Vital want to even more. He did not take well to be told not to do something. It only made him itch for it even more, like a slow crawl under his skin that built until it consumed him to action. "I'll believe that when I see it," he replied with a smirk, still not sure what he really thought of this Yony character. The boy had great potential, yes; but, Vi had known many that had great potential. They were all disappointments in the end. Things could still go either way with Yony, and while Vi hoped for the best, he was not holding out for it any. "Can't say that I do. I haven't been sweet and innocent in a long time and I have never been a little girl. But I have other ways of getting people to jump for me." Vital hummed softly at the other teen's words, not believing in using pure violence as a manipulation, though he was sure that was what Yony was on about. The thing with pain was, after a while, the other person either became numb to it, or they enjoyed it. It became an invalid training tool. Manipulation of the mind and emotions tended to work so much better, Vital had found. That was deep, lasting, scarring in a way that physical violence could never even hope to achieve. That was how, should he ever get the urge, if he would call up some of his old toys at his previous schools, he had no doubts at least a few of the ones he took special care of would still be at his beck and call. They were trained dogs, pets that were in their rightful place until it was time for them to be put down; and Vital would take great pleasure in that day.

The blond teen smirked as the other said he was growing more sure of his choice. Vital only hoped the boy was really enough to live up to his word. He tensed immediately when Yony grabbed his wrist to move his hand and it only became even more obvious as Yony's lips pressed against his own. Kissing was definitely not on Vital's list of things to do. He often found the action to be too intimate and just not something he was in for. When he wanted something, he used sex; when he had sex with someone, it was purely that, sex. Why would anything else be needed? There was no need for kissing to get from point A to point B. It was a stupid waste of time. "Can you take as good as you can give?" Vital laughed softly, smirking as he arched his neck with a wince while Yony bit down on the pale skin there. It hurt enough to make him wince, but the pain was a good feeling, one that Vital embraced through the discomfort. "I can handle anything you can dish out, sweetheart," he said, sarcasm dripping heavily from the pet name he used. Vital loathed pet names with a passion, found them ridiculous, but taunting. That was why every so often, he would use them with somebody, typically someone he was testing out to see if they were as good as they claimed to be.

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[Yony Helsha Katana]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 500px; background: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TSGO/SeizeTheDay/Skull2.jpg); border-radius: 30 30 30 30 px; padding: 10px;] . Just fear me, love me And I will be your slave Do as I say Yony arched an eyebrow at the other male as he stated simply that he would believe it when he saw it. Well, the boy was definitely asking for it, in more ways than one. How could he be so foolish? His eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly as he watched the other who seemed to be debating over what he had said. "Just keep it up, pretty boy, and I guarantee that you will see it... in the form of your blood coating my hands," he promised in a soft voice, smirking down at the other male in pleasure. Oh yes, already he was itching to press a blade into this male's skin, he wanted to make him bleed. The boy was his, even if he didn't quite know it or understand it yet, the boy was his, and would make damn sure that everyone around knew that the boy belonged to him. He needed a new pet, and this one would be fun to break. He was cocky, and obviously not easily intimidated. He was a challenge and he rather liked challenges. It meant for longer playtime, it was no fun when the target gave up an hour or so into the relationship. That was just depressing, and usually ended in the pet's death. He pressed against the other male a bit more, nipping the skin on the other's throat a bit roughly, though not hard enough to break the skin... yet. He smirked at the taste of the other's skin. Oh how very delightful. He would take great pleasure of tasting his new little pet, though perhaps right out in the open courtyard wasn't the best place for his little game to be played. No, best to get the male someplace private, not his dorm room, 'cause he didn't know if the boy was going to be a screamer or not. That was the worst part about being new to the school, he didn't know anyplace around that he could drag his new pet to. He'd have to rectify that in the next couple of days. Looked like he was going to be missing even more classes at this point, because until he knew every nook and cranny of the campus he was not about to waste his time in pointless classrooms. He'd felt the other male tense at the kiss and noted it in the back of his mind. So he wasn't one that liked kissing. He leaned in once more, smirking at the other as he leaned in to capture the other's lower lip with his teeth, this time. He bit down roughly, growling possessively at the coppery taste of blood. Oh yes, he would definitely make a damn good pet, he even tasted good. Tugging a bit more before releasing the other male and pulling back to drag his tongue over his own lips to catch any stray drop of blood which may have escaped. When the other stated taht he could handle anything he could dish out, Yony was pleased... up until he was called 'sweetheart'. He leaned in again, twisting the other's wrist holding the knife enough that he could shift his other hand up quickly and pry it from Vital's hand, bringing the blade up and pressing it against the other male's collarbone, blade pressing against the skin and drawing a bit of blood. "We shall see, pretty boy," he growled, pulling the blade across the skin to make the cut a little deeper and leaned in, licking the coppery substance from the other's form before it could tarnish his clothing. Not that with that black shirt it would be all that noticible anyway. He smirked slightly at the thought as he pulled away from the other male completely at this point, toying with the other's knife before turning it back, handle-first, towards the male and then thinking better of it, dropping it to the bench beside the other male. "If you're really sure that you can handle me, then I think it would be prudent if we were to... take this someplace just a bit more secluded. I have no intention of allowing you to expose yourself here where just anyone can see it. He reached out quickly then, grabbing the male by his long blond hair and jerking him up to his feet by his hold and forcing their forms together again with a smirk. "Of course... that wasn't exactly a request. Where can we go that's out of the way?" he demanded. He hated havign to rely on this male's information, but as he hadn't been there long, he really had no clue where would be a safe place for them to... get to know one another a little bit better. words ;; 806 ;; tagged ;; vital ;; outfit ;; clicky template made by emrysdaelan of Caution 2.0! keep credit or angry badgers will nom your face off!