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Baba Yaga (i_cast) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2012-05-11 23:41:00

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baba yaga, eric northman, henry mccoy

Come out and play (Hank, Eric)
The crone had found the conference very interesting, but that reporter had asked questions later in her paper she didn't care for. The fact that the City was now...normal hadn't been missed either. How could she not know that her spell had been broken by someone with a good deal of power? She didn't have to think long or hard on who that someone was either. The god was a being she'd have to handle; she'd noticed the woman with him, but for the moment, she'd decided to take up a bit of distraction.

Baba Yaga'd sent a woman dressed in the crone's clothes to the Tower, given the woman instructions, and set her loose. The woman would definitely smell like the crone as she stood waiting for the beast to come out and play. She was built much like the crone, or Red, was, and she held a small basket with pieces of tasty meat inside. On the basket was a small envelope, inside, a note:

You may enjoy this one, or you may come play in the park. Bring the food. We could have so much fun, my darling.

It was unsigned, but the scent alone should be enough to tell the blue furred genius who sent him his little present.

The crone sat on a park bench and watched the world move around her. She had picked a spot that seemed more wooded than normal. Quite possibly her cabin was close by. Perhaps Eric would feel the strong hint of mischief, anticipation, and lust from the small woman. She was certainly in the mood for a distraction with so much possibility.

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i_bite
2012-05-17 03:34 am UTC (link)

The rumble seemed to move through the entirety of his body, and Eric had to force himself to stop drinking. If he drank more, Hank would likely pass out on them both, which wouldn't be pleasant to his memories. He disengaged and sat back against the bench, still holding on to Hank's arm.

He looked over to Baba and watched her, his free hand still planted deep in the blue where she'd placed it. He didn't want to move that, either.

Eric knew, though, that pushing Hank any further in this moment would probably be detrimental to Baba's ultimate desire. The boy could only go so far before he was past his comfort zone. Eric didn't want this moment marred by a fight or stuttering refusals. The animal portion had reacted well to the new sensation, but that didn't mean it would react well to more.

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i_thebeast
2012-05-21 04:45 am UTC (link)

As the fangs left his flesh there was a quiet sigh from the large blue being, and the wound scabbed over quickly. Caught between the two mindsets it was difficult to attribute any one sensation to either human, animal, or blood loss, but the over effect was to make Hank quite dozy.

After a few moments he opened his eyes, groggily registering their presense. The hand that Eric had fed from curled up and he sniffed it, then carefully started to clean the fur around, scratchy tongue pulling the blood from the hair and matting it slightly. He didn't mind the two still there, both touching him. In fact he enjoyed it, but he wasn't about to leave the fresh smell of blood alone.

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