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"I'm Sparkman, and you are?" The gold and blue clad male shifted, regarding the animalistic man before him, seeming to have a lowered guard despite the dangerous appearance Victor had. "You certainly don't feel like the average human, that much I know."
far-from-domesticated is in your sights
Creed. That magnificent, barbaric bastard.How I do admire his dedication to taking everything from Logan and making him suffer. But his style... he could do with some refinement and restraint.
There are ways to kill even him, and his atrocities make people want to use them.
Better to stay off the radar, below the notice of those who would kill him for his crimes, until there was no other choice. And then to make the grandest of entrances onto the scene.
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Hello. Forgive my current state.
far-from-domesticated said: Draping an arm around the buxom temptress, “Losin’ touch is definitely th’ last thing I’d wanna do wit’ ya, darlin’.” He teases as he tips her chin up so that the rest of her face could look at him.
Ann shivered excitedly as the man's aura surrounded her. He was always so full of energy and power. She bit her lip as he directed her full attention to him, staring deeply into his eyes. "I'm happy you feel the same dear. I never even got to show you my bedroom." she teased running her index finger in small circles around his chest.
"My oh my oh my... aren't you a vision, darlin'?"
"Well, I certainly like to think so. How've you been, love?"
(EHEHEHEHEHE You made me smile like a fool.)
far-from-domesticated said: The emphasis she puts on that word isn’t lost on the behemoth of a man in front of her, taking her frail-looking hand in his, toothily grinning before kissing the back of it. “Victor,” he introduces, “Victor Creed.”
His chivalry was a happy surprise as well as refreshing. Every man had their needs but he was at least polite.. at first. Her cheeks glowed a cherry red as he took her small hand in his own, his one hand big enough to hold both of hers and more. It was exciting, as ever. "Charmed.." a hint of a smirk on her lips. "So Victor, what brings you to my side of the town." meaning the west side mostly. She tried to never stray too far from the beach since the city was foreign to her.
"Kiddo? Ain't I a li'l older than y'are, Runt? Heh, eh that's okay... ain't like respect was always yer forte, huh? Never did know when t'stay in yer terrain. Always havin' me put you back in line," the Southern drawl in his voice filled the air huskily, "been awhile, hasn't it pipsqueak?"
"I wasn't talkin' to you. Not that you'd get any respect from me, anyway." Logan rolled his eyes, annoyed. "The hell are you doin' here, Victor? Yeah, it's been a while."
