Tale of the Succubus

[Jamie_the_Brown]

Morgantha Desyre Shadowheart, among many other cliché and tacky names, added on throughout the rather eventful years of the succubus' life, was on the hunt. More commonly known as "Morgan", she had taken the form of a rather human-looking girl, the horns glamoured away,the supple curves of her pale body covered instead with a long lace dress. You could not be so overt in your camouflage, after all. No successful hunter bared their fangs before t was absolutely time...

She had come unto the city of Vale, looking to find a man that would be... easy enough to lure into bed. Take, lay flat on their back, and remove from them their precious life force while leaving them in the throes of passion, letting them have one last happy moment before it was all snatched out from beneath them, like a magician whipping away a table cloth, leaving the body bare of its former life and heat.

Well, of course that was the plan, anyway.

She had been on the prowl for some time that night, but she had become rather picky over the years, taking a soul here, a life force there, only when it suited her. Of course, her Lord was none too thrilled with this method of delivery, so she was having to lower her standards some tonight. As it was, she had been sitting in the bar for some three hours that night, idly stirring a drink while looking for a suitable... mark.

 

[Dark_Requiem]

Nick was out on the town tonight, finally off the tight leash of his vampire mistress - at least for tonight. He had been with her for as long as he could remember, fulfilling her every whim. Many years before, she had caught him in a trap and marked him as her own, forcing him to stay by her side. Tonight was one of those rare days that she had let him go on his own, to do what he wanted.

He had decided to visit his favorite tavern, which happened to be the same one Morgantha was in. He strode through the entrance, taking a seat on a stool at the counter. "Hmm... I guess... I don't know." he mumbled, trying to think of something new to try. He turned around the stool to look around the room, looking at the various patrons. His blue eyes passed Morgantha's, and he smiled. He finished his turn, and looked at the bartender. "Give be a beer." he said in his deep voice, keeping his choice simple. The man had short, black hair, and an athletic build.