Your body's your temple.

Boxer and Owner of Temple: Fitness Club

[deaconxalbright]

Hate is a cancer - closed - Spring Event

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deaconxalbright‌:

“Who says I’m teasing Dex?” Deacon asked honestly. Because he wasn’t. He would love to have Dex mark him up. Which is why he was pushing a little harder than  he usually did. He couldn’t smell Dex, or sense his heart beat but he knew the other man and how to get his juices flowing. And it worked. Because Dex grabbed his shirt and pushed him against the closest wall. The shock of the wall behind him sent a thrill of desire straight to his dick. He opened his mouth to Dex and moaned deeply as the other man claimed his mouth. His hands shifting up to clasp the other man’s face as he massaged his tongue against his.

A little dominance and forwardness looked good on Deacon, and he couldn’t help but feel aroused by it. It was nice to have someone equal even if he did enjoy being in control and the thrill of being with a supernatural. It felt good to have someone just like him against his lips as he kissed him, his tongue happily fought agaisnt the other humans and his hips were soon grinding against him. “Fuck you feel good!” he hummed against those lips and was soon sliding his palm down to stroke Deacon through his trousers.

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flora-donne‌:

It takes a second to abandon her reverie, but then she turns to look at the new man. His question, then, is the only thing on her mind. “Yes, Sir.” She lies, because it is not correct for a slave to object. However, in truth she’s well; it’s only the dress that makes her uncomfortable.

He looks strange kneeling there. That should be her position, so she mimics it, sinking softly to her knees, little bones pressing against the comforting cold floor. The mice are ignored now. She no longer cares for them.

“What can I do for you today?”

To say he was confused was an understatement. She seemed to suddenly focus on him, and when she seemed to mirror him, he narrowed his eyes and looked at her with a shrug. “Nothing. I just wondered if you were okay.” he said and smiled to try and comfort her “Are you hungry?”

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[nympho-trudy]

Trudy laid out on her cot, a shirt a guard gave her barely covering her ass and leaving nothing to the imagination as she used one of the walls of her cell to help her stretch her leg. Her toe pointed and putting on a slight show of flexibility, she couldnt help but giggle when she heard someone walking by. “Dont tease a girl by just walking without saying hi!” She whined, playfully pouting at them.

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“Well I’ll admit, you’re hard to miss.” Dex said and smiled at her, but he wasn’t planning on renting anyone today, he was dropping off a wolf that had been helping him at the gym when he’d passed her. “Hi.” he replied, knowing that was what she wanted.

[deaconxalbright]

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deaconxalbright‌:

“Probably not.” Deacon replied honestly with a laugh that grew when Dex said he was teasing. He reached for Dex and ran his hand along his arm, “We’re together in good control freak company then.” But he understood Dex’s reluctance, because at the end of the day it was their names, not their employees names on the line. His smiling face sobered a bit with understanding, “I totally get it Dex, I do. I promise. But come on– I’ll try and distract you for a little bit. Most of these guys have hundreds and hundres of years ahead of them. But not us. So let’s make the most of it.”

Deacon grinned, “Mmmm, you should bite my neck sometime, see what happens.” He walked along, waiting for Dex to be done getting everything in order before he left. He hummed as he went to put an arm around Dex’s shoulders, “I’m cool with sharing–” He said, then pressed his lips to Dex’s ear, “But I had this idea of blowing you in a semi-public place and I wasn’t sure if you wanted more people involved for that– Because I didn’t.” 

Dex smiled, he liked the small touches from Deacon, like the stroke of his arm, but he wanted more with every tiny touch. He nodded when the other human said he understood the risk and responsibility. It was his name, his reputation on the line, and he knew Deacon got that, as civilians they had to be careful. “Focus on today... that’s quite a good motto.” he said with a smile. He was happy to live for the now.

“Don’t tease me Deacon, I love to bite.” And scratch, and mark. He really would of made a great master, he enjoyed dominating, and he couldn’t help but feel possessive at times, but he wasn’t jealous with it.  He was turned on already, then Deacon leaned in and he felt lips on his ear, the words came out in almost a whisper and he felt that shiver run through him, hunger rising. “Well, when you put forward an offer like that, I can’t really decline can I?” he teased and reached for Deacon’s shirt, wrinkling it in his fingers as he pushed the other civilian back until he hit a wall and he kissed Deacon hard.

[flora-donne]

Pink taffeta swallows her whole, a sea surrounding the island of her fragile frame. 

She is seated in her cell, perched delicately on the edge of her bed. The walls and filthy stone are at least a comfort, but she is not comfortable like this – clothed in a lovely dress that lends her appearance a doll-like sheen. That had been what her last visitor had desired. But it is wrong. Slaves do not deserve fine things. 

They deserve nothing.

She almost fills the whole space, so large is the skirt that circles her waist. It would have been an almost pretty scene, were it not for the red pool of blood on the ground, swallowing her ankles. The vampire had enjoyed his meal.

“One, two, three … little mice, come closer.” 

There are mice at the Chateau. She can see them. If they come close enough, she will keep them.

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Dexter was in the Chateau hoping to get someone to help him with some work at the gym. He didn’t like the thought of the prisoners being stuck in those tiny cells all the time, and he wasn’t sure Covaire’s sense of justice was the same as his. He’d seen people be beaten for talking too loud, or using the wrong tone and while he understood the motive, he often found the punishments in this city a little excessive.

He never asked why a prisoner was in there, if they were friendly, and if they looked like they needed help, he would take them from the cells for a few hours. Which is why he stopped at the girls cell.

“Are you okay?” She didn’t look okay, but he wasn’t going to presume anything. He knelt at the bars and smiled to her the best he could, though his concern shone through the expression. 

[deaconxalbright]

Hate is a cancer - closed - Spring Event

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deaconxalbright‌:

Deacon smiled at Dex, “Proper answers? What the hell does that mean?” Deacon would be happy and touched that Dexter thought so highly of him. He didn’t have much to offer anyone other than his authentic self so that’s what he showed to the people he was close to. A lot of his past he kept to himself just because once he started telling people about it, they wanted to ask questions. And usually the questions made him tired and sad. Or angry. And Deacon didn’t like how he felt when he was angry. He kept his secrets close.

He nodded when Dex said he was more worried about the fighters. That made sense. Deacon grinned, “Are you telling me  I’m a hypocritical control freak?” And maybe he was. Sometimes Deacon left the shop but it wasn’t for very long. Except when he got injured. But he had one or two employees that he knew he could rely on. 

“Done getting your blood lust filled up?” Deacon’s smile brightened and nodded his head, “West side sounds like a plan.” He gave Dex a cheeky grin, “Mmmm, or maybe another detour where I don’t have to share.” 

Dex smiled “Well are you giving me a detailed answer?” he teased “Don’t worry, I’m teasing you Deacon!” he said and smiled. “I think I’m calling myself a hypocritical control freak!” he laughed. “I’m the one that finds it hard to leave his post at the ring side.”

The human had to smirk at the other “Blood lust? You make me feel like a vampire!” he chuckled, giving a wave to one of the other staff before telling them he was going for a break. “Not a fan of sharing? And here I thought you were such a nice guy, you’d love to share. Not that I’m complaining, I’m not much of a sharer. I’m happy to admit I’m selfish.”

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War Paint || Ostara

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effy-fontaine‌:

Effy laughed softly and shrugged, a playful smile on her lips. “I still wouldn’t mind you showing me a few.” 

She smiled and nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I should probably get back to work and let you get back to your fights. But I will be seeing you later.” She assured him with a wink before she turned and headed back towards the East side bonfire. 

“Anytime.” he teased and smiled at her. He did like Effy, she always seemed like a good person, despite being a vampire. She came across as someone who would do anything for her friends, and she didn’t seem to care if they were different species. He respected her for that. “You know where to find me.” he winked.

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War Paint || Ostara

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thinblooded‌:

Olivier took another swig of water, and also washed some of the prisoner’s blood off his hands. “Will do my best then. Though if it turns into an endurance fight, it’ll be hard. But I thank you for the insight, Dexter.”

“All anyone can do, is their best.” he replied with a smile. He wasn’t sure it was insight, or even good advice, but telling the escort how he tried to keep himself on par with the supernaturals was at least a tip or two. Everyone was different though, he knew that and he didn’t know how Oliver’s condition would effect him. “Try not to die, that would be the best Advice I can give.” he said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.

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War Paint || Ostara

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thinblooded‌:

“Well, I wasn’t just taught how to paint and serve by my mother. I don’t enjoy fighting or have a lot of stamina, so I fight efficiently. Still, I’m sure I’ll be exhausted and paying for it later.” Olivier waited a bit for his head to clear before getting up for some water.

“So what should I do if I have a werewolf as an opponent?”

“Personally, I use self defense techniques in my fighting. Use their strength agains them, throw them, toss, turn, dodge, wait for your moment while they’re too busy throwing all their strength and energy in to a punch that will miss.” he explained and smiled to Oliver. It was nice to hear the boy grew up learning so many different things, he didn’t have that luxury, that’s why he wanted to open a gym, to help under-privileged kids.

[deaconxalbright]

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deaconxalbright‌:

Deacon looked at Dexter when the guy said he would’ve entered himself but wouldn’t be able to do his job if he was focused on winning fights and not keeping people safe. He admired that in Dex, the guys confidence when it came to fighting, that the outcome could be changed. In Deacon’s experience it had always been decided by sheer luck and the other guys not realizing who they were fighting. Martial Arts looked nice but it didn’t matter how good you were if the other guys had guns and knew where you were. Deacon turned and smiled at Dex, “You’ve asked me that twice. Not really. No one I can see right now anyway.” He’d been looking for hunters. Because he wouldn’t mind watching them get their faces beat in.

Deacon grinned and shrugged, “Maaaybe? I mean it is a week long party.” He sighed, it was good that Dex took this so serious. “You think that if you leave everyone will just let your rules fly out the window?” He wasn’t poking fun at Dex, he really was wondering if Dexter felt like he couldn’t trust his staff. But he nodded, “I get it. I’m not trying to guilt you into hanging out. You wouldn’t have any fun if I did that.” Deacon smiled gently at Dex, “A couple of hours will work. Nothing crazy, just get you out of the blood lust for a little bit.”

Dexter was pretty much a confident guy, he’d always try not to be arogant but he had confidence in his abilities as a fighter and a lover. He’d never had any complaints and people came back for more, so why not. Deacon he liked for his modesty and honesty, he simply seemed like a genuinely nice guy. Quiet on first glance, but there was more under the surface. He was just a little intrigued but he wasn’t one to push for information “What can I say? I want proper answers.” he laughed.

“Not my staff, but the fighters, yeah.” he admitted and shrugged “I’m only human. I’m pretty sure you’d rather be running your business to make sure nothing goes wrong than leave it in the hands of employees, it’s the same thing.” Only lives were at stake.

“I’d always have fun.” he chuckled “And getting away from all those violence sounds like a good thing. So how about we walk to the west and grab some food, and if you’re up for it, and maybe we can take a detour to the east on the way back.” He winked at Deacon, hoping the other civilian would take that to mean a good fuck was on the cards.

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War Paint || Ostara

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effy-fontaine‌:

“Mmm now don’t be a tease, because that sounds like a whole lot of fun.” Effy smirked, already picturing the two of them on the floor of the ring. “I’ll have to take you up on that offer. I can come over after hours and you can teach me the right moves.” 

She dismissed his words with a vague wave of her hand and a shake of her head. “Nonsense. I’ll be sure to have another break soon enough and I’ll slip over and bring you something to eat. I can’t have you starving after all.” 

“I’m going to hold you to that handsome. The minute this festival is over and we’ve had some sleep I better be hearing from you.” She teased. 

“It does, doesn’t it.” he smirked and chuckled at all the images in his head. He definitely wanted her to take him up on the offer. “You already have all the moves Eff.” he winked.

“Thank you.” He appreciated the food and the effort she’d go to, especially when he wasn’t actually starving. 

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War Paint || Ostara

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effy-fontaine‌:

“Well I appreciate the worry but you’re right, I can handle myself. Maybe sometime I’ll have to come to the gym and we can play in the ring so I can prove it to you.” Effy offered with a playful little wink. 

She laughed softly and nodded. “The food is delicious, even if I can’t get back over here I’ll be sure to have someone bring you something. Can’t have you watching the fights on an empty stomach after all, you need to have a clear head.” 

“Orgy is putting it lightly, it truly is a sight to behold. Of course a girl can’t help but feel some of her own pent up frustration since I have to work and can’t play myself.” She pouted playfully before nodding. “I suppose I can agree to those terms. “

“Oh, I’d enjoy that, but maybe after closing hours. Not sure I could stand to see you all sweaty and glistening and not ravage you.” he teased her and smiled back. Already imagining taking her on the floor of the ring.

“I’d appreciate it, but don’t put yourself out, or someone else.” he said and smiled, glad she understood that he had to have his head in the game. He was responsible for these fights and people got hurt if he wasn’t paying attention. 

“I’m sorry we’l both be missing up, but we will definitely have our own pricate party afterwards.” he winked.

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War Paint || Ostara

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notasthenamedescribez‌:

[Oh shit, Angel was going to die. He just had to hope that he was older and stronger than his opponent and his strength would compensate for his lack of fighting ability.]

“I trust you, but I suddenly have less faith I’ll be in one piece.”

[Angel replied and tried to focus on the fight. His arms came up and he was willing to do his best, hoping he could avoid more damage if he at least pretended he knew what he was doing. He could punch, but technique was lost on him and he wasn’t the best at dodging, taking a few hits to the chest and not landing nearly as many.]

[Soon he was on the floor, spitting out blood and was well aware he was still able to fight and he wouldn’t be hearing any calls yet. So he got back up and carried on swinging till he could barely stand.]

“You will be in one piece, just may be a little sore.” He wasn’t going to lie to the prisoner, he wasn’t good at lying. The civilian was more of a honest gentleman, or he wished he was. He liked to keep to his word, so he watched the wolf vigilantly. 

He almost called it when the wolf hit the floor hard, but he knew a wolf could take more and the rules were to fight till you couldn’t stand. Angel was back up and on his feet and Dexter sighed, a little worried, and when he thought the last punch came, he was yelling out to stop.

“Enough!” he yelled out and already had another member of staff holding the winner back while he went to Angel “You okay?”

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War Paint || Ostara

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israelskelton‌:

Israel wasn’t one for large gatherings himself. Something about crowds made him feel uneasy. Maybe it was his anxiety. Or maybe it was just the fact that bad things tended to happen during large gatherings. Sighing to himself he didn’t quite understand what all of this had to do with Ostara anyway. Back in his homeland, they celebrated differently. He honestly didn’t see the point in all of this carnal violence but people had their own opinions and he would respect that. Not that he had much say. Pushing away his dismal thoughts he looked up and over at the human next to him. Smiling brightly, a ghost of a chuckle clung to his lips. I’m good. He replied, looking over the paint that now covered his body. Can’t say much of the others. He added, jutting his head towards a few of the other prisoners nursing their wounds. Looking back to Dex he nodded, acknowledging his words. Don’t kill anyone. Got it. The wolf saluted playfully at the other before taking a seat next to him. Turning his head he watched the waves roll in and out, crashing along the shore than pulling away again.

With a small frown, he looked back to the fights, his face impassive towards the violence. Looking up at Dex he tilted his head at the human. I take it you’re not going to participate? He asked, hiking a brow at the human. He was curious as to what the human thought about all of this. I’m not a fighter myself. Just not in my programming. He joked, despite that being a lie. He was able to fight and he could fight. But, he didn’t enjoy it. Even when he snapped he found when the haze lifted that he didn’t enjoy what he had done. It was purely instinctual. He got caught up in the chaos and the panic, the anger he had felt had stirred him on. Dashing the thought, he bit his bloodied lip, wincing at the sting as he licked the blood away.

Dexter watched the other salute, and he was glad of it, smiled at the cockiness, but he hoped the message got through. So far the prisoners in the rings had either been vicious or had no fighting skills what-so-ever, and it went from one extreme to another. He didn’t want anyone getting hurt beyond the point of repair, especially when humans were in these fights.

“I would, but I promised to oversee, and I’m not stupid enough to think i’d win.” he said as he looked down to Israel. The wolf looked a little down-hearted and Dex decided to take a break from the diligent overseeing of the fights, sliding down so he was sat at the prisoners side. A few minutes didn’t hurt anyone.

“I enjoy fighting, I find it therapeutic, and as long as as it’s constructive. But this isn’t that, so no, I don’t fight for the sake of violence. i started my fight nights to help people get out their frustrations. I grew up in an area that was full of fights and gangs, and if we had somewhere to go, someone to train us and take us off the streets we would of done so much better.”

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War Paint || Ostara

[evcnrcsicr]

He hummed as he watched one of the wolves get dragged off by some of the other medics. “You know, I got to admit…. Some days I wonder how anyone can find the fun in this.” He chuckled at Dex’s commentary but shrugged. “Manic is the way of the beast. Most of us anyway.” He couldn’t speak for himself on that account. Even in his wolf form, he managed to be less than vicious. “If I win any money, you gonna give me some personal training time?”

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“I enjoy fighting, I find it relaxes me, but I try to use it as a constructive outlet for frustration and emotion, that’s not what this is. This is the Dominion cashing in on the violence and bloodlust in this city.” He said and sighed “I can’t deny I enjoy watching some of these fights, but others, I just want to stop them, pull people from the ring, but they know the rules.”

Dex looked to Nolan as he asked about personal training “Sure, how about I just do that for free, and if I ever get a little roughed up, you can patch me up for free as a thanks.”