~Daski

O3o wow, long time since i've updated.

xD

xD i havent really much to say, seeing as that i have yet to find a job, nothing real big has happened with school and all, etc.

i AM, though, creating a new Creature species. its real hush-hush right now, but a couple of my friends have heard about it. i hope to get that up and running sooner or later, and perhaps you'll hear about it when i get my main creature's ref up.

so , that means dont upload any pics you've drawn of him yet.

; P yus im mean in making you wait, too bad~ xD

updated RP Life XDD it needed it.

10/13 A Surprisingly Peaceful Moment

Damien woke peacefully to the feel of an unseen finger drawing shapeless figures on his chest. He recognized Jael's sweet scent, and it became blatantly obvious it was her.

He spoke quietly with a tired purr in his voice. ""I can see you 'n Dem patched things up," he said, referring to the vampires' recent spat.

Jael sighed, sounding quite awake, and took her hand back from Damien's chest. "Mornin' Damien," she said, sounding less than enthused.

He grumbled a little, but humor laced his voice. "Aww, c'mon... That felt good," he saidplainly, leaving it at that or else she might just get up and leave. As much as he feared her, he'd been getting used to her presance and growing attached to her in a small way.

Neither of them enjoyed being alone, so they reluctantly formed a truce. It still didnt mean they had to be too friendly, especially with Damien's reputation and Jael's diet.

"Too bad," she seemed to mock.

She turned her laughing pale green eyes to him. He met her eyes with his sharp bright blue ones, his not completely amused but keeping that little bit of smugness he was famous for.

He caught himself before he mouthed off, deciding to grin and bear it. He was learning; if he wanted freedoms, he had to behave; if he wanted socialization, he had to behave. It wasnt an easy thing for him to do; he wasnt used to wanting to be around people, or for people to expect anything of him. That was Demitrius' job.

"Have it yur way," he said in his 19th century southern drawl he'd kept. It'd become subtle in the years, but still noticeable.

She looked at him with a bit of a surprised look; Damien never gave up that easily.

"Who are you and what have you done with Damien??" she joked.

He chuckled. "Dont even, girl. Dem 'n I dont need noone else in pur minds."

She chuckled in return.

"So y' both did make up..?" he persisted. He knew little about the extent of their fight, and certainly not of the bloodshed that had occurred.

"You see me back in your bed, dont you?" she asked with a snide tone she couldnt help but have around him.

He rolled his eyes, actually trying to be the bigger and older individual, keeping his mouth shut.

She gave him another surprised look.

He finally did bark back, but kept it to a minimum; "'Much as I'd love to git more of your snide remarks, I think I'll get Dem back to yah."

"Sick of me already?" she mocked, still quite surprised at his reactions.

He gave her a false, snide smile that fell into a bit of a fang-filled grimace. He closed his eyes and intended to go back to sleep, letting Demi deal with his girl.