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jax (burning) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-05-21 21:28:00

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complete, day ten, legolas greenleaf, pandora

Day 10
Who:: Pandora and Legolas
What:: Pandora Wants to Know How Elf Tastes
When:: Evening
Where:: Foresty Area
Rating:: R-ish?
Status:: Complete

Pandora was in the mood for food. It had been days since she'd fed and she was growing intensely bored with her surroundings. The brightly colored amusement park rides and the lights were all very enjoyable, but she had seen things like it before. The smells of human food revolted her and no one she'd found was too very interesting. It seemed that most people here were characters in some story from film, television or book. It was very strange and she hadn't quite wrapped her head around it, but she also didn't really care to.

She contemplated throwing a tantrum and wreaking a bit of havoc on the place, but she wasn't sure it would do any good except to entertain herself for an hour or so. This was why, when she wandered into the forest and saw the beautiful blond head of hair between the trees, she was relatively delighted. She hadn't seen this one around, she was sure of it. She tuned all her senses to the figure as she approached on silent feet.

It startled her to find that this one wasn't human. He appeared human, but as she neared she could see that he was far too pretty. His ears were pointed, his face chiseled and elfin. He was very lovely. If anything, Pandora could appreciate beauty. A sly smile stole across her features as she purposely stepped on a twig. It snapped beneath her feet, crunching through the thin layer of ice and snow that blanketed the ground.

"And you are Legolas. I must say, it is indeed a privilege to meet you. I am Pandora."

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princegreenleaf
2009-05-22 11:04 pm UTC (link)

The elf felt a bit strange. She seemed friendly enough, which was all he usually really required to talk to someone, but at the same time, there was something... off about her. He couldn't put a finger on it, and didn't want to offend her, so he just smiled and did his best to push it away. After all, with all the strange people running around this place, who knows what she might be?

She didn't quite look human. Her skin was so pale, like white marble, and her eyes were an odd, light color, too. It was all a little unsettling, and his eyes turned wary, darkening from a light, happy blue to a more thoughtful, uncertain dark grey. His eyes always told his moods.

"I have heard that there are books and movies written of the exploits of my friends, and myself." He looked at her, a little fascinated, and allowed her fingers to touch his hair. "It is my understanding that Aragorn becomes king of Gondor, and that Frodo destroys the One Ring." He looked at her, almost anxious for her to confirm what he'd said. And the fictional character part, he just completely passed over.

His instincts kicked in, and when she stepped closer to him, meaning to touch him more, he stepped nimbly back. It wasn't that he minded people being close to him, but something was off about this, and his body knew this. He looked at her cautiously, and his words were unusually guarded when he spoke. "I like this place. I have met many new friends. I do miss my home, though, from time to time. And you, my Lady? Where are you from, and do you like it here?"

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burning
2009-05-27 10:36 pm UTC (link)

She watched the switch in the color of his eyes and her smile grew slightly. She knew that her appearance often confused people. They couldn't figure out why she was so ghastly pale and why her eyes held such a mercurial oddity. They didn't understand why she was cool to the touch and hard as ice.

"You understand correctly. At what juncture of your journey were you brought here?" As he stepped back, she stepped forward, just as nimbly, if not more. She did take her hand back, however, and drew both of them behind her. She made to look away from him, so as not to alarm him further. He could not run fast enough to get away from her and if she wished, she could have him in a death grip that very moment.

Still, she was a lady and she acted like one. "I am from Earth, taken from a small coffee shop in Baltimore. That's in Maryland. But I'm sure you have no knowledge of such places. Baltimore is nothing like Middle Earth unless you count the criminals that teem there to be something like orcs." She looked up at him, her bright white smile glistening in the faint light, though her fangs did not completely move past her lips.

"I think the place is interesting, though to say that I enjoy being here is not exactly true. I believe I shall grow bored with it soon enough." She smiled again and reached out to run a cool finger down his neck. "Tell me, Legolas, are you familiar with the term vampire?"

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princegreenleaf
2009-05-28 05:18 pm UTC (link)

The elven prince continued to watch her, a slight wariness in his eyes, in the tension of his muscles. There was just something about her that spoke to him of being unnatural. As an elf, raised by the woodland people, he tended to be fairly good at noticing that sort of thing.

He blinked as she followed him, and was surprised by how gracefully she did it. How was she doing that? She was far more nimble than a human should be. His wariness grew, and then decreased a tiny bit as she looked away. Not seeing her eyes helped a little. He looked at her, stepped back one more time, and... his back hit a tree. Wonderful.

However, his eyes brightened a shade or two, going back toward blue, as she spoke. "Is that on Earth? Lord Schuldig showed me maps of the United States." He pronounced each word carefully. "I believe I may have seen Maryland on a map, though there is still much to learn." He had cheered up considerably, almost forgetting that he had his back against a tree. Still, he knew he could escape up the tree, if he needed to.

"I enjoy it greatly. Nothing ever stays the same. And I have made good friends..." His voice trailed off, and his eyes widened. ".... Vampire... Unnatural, abomination, creatures of evil!" He was looking distinctly alarmed, now. He wasn't stupid, and made the connection readily enough once she spoke the word.

For a moment, he was torn between taking to the trees and drawing his knives. His bow would be useless. Run or fight... but he was a warrior, and drew his shining silver blades.

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burning
2009-05-29 08:40 am UTC (link)

She smiled with wicked delight when she had him pressed up against a tree. Her solid body pressed against his, molding to his form. It seemed unnatural the way her body, so hard, could conform to his. Marble shouldn't do that. But then she wasn't really made of marble, it just appeared that way.

He was considerably more chatty when she looked away, and she realized that her unnatural eyes had something to do with that. "Yes, it is on Earth. I really don't think you'd fit in there, though. Just something about your look." She smiled again. She was smiling a lot, but he amused her. Lucky for him.

Her eyes flashed up to his face when he made the connection between her and the word vampire. Her smile faded when he began rattling off the typical words that most used to describe them. Trouble was, she agreed with him. But that didn't mean she had to like it. Her lower lip jutted out slightly and she peered at him with an intensity no human could display.

"Unnatural, yes. Abomination, perhaps. Creatures of evil, some of us. But not all, Legolas. Some of us didn't have a choice in what we became." Her eyes moved to his hands where he'd drawn silver knives. She shook her head, almost sadly. She didn't want to have to hurt him, so she moved quickly, removing the blades from his hands and tossing them away, her cool hands encircling his wrists and holding them firmly against his sides while her lips brushed the hollow of his throat.

"Do not be afraid, my dear elf. I only want a taste."

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princegreenleaf
2009-05-29 04:26 pm UTC (link)

Her body was cold, so cold, it made him shiver. She felt like stone, like he was pressing against a stone statue, but she moved, and the stone fit to his body. Her breasts even flattened against his chest. In a way, it was the combination of things that made her so strange, so frightening. The way she felt both completely human, and utterly different, at the same time. It was disconcerting, to say the least.

"I... I do not know..." He paused, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before trying again. "I do not know. I have never been to your world, although I have made a very good friend who has, and she appeared to adjust." In fact, Giselle had told him once that, in the end, she liked New York better. He did wonder if it would be the same for him, though it didn't seem likely he would ever find out. And he had more important things to worry about, suddenly.

He blinked at the ease with which she took away his knives. One second, they were in his hands, and he was eying her, trying to figure out the best place to strike. The next, his hands were empty, and worse, she had him pinned and was leaning in. He had read enough stories about vampires to know where this went, and struggled as hard as he could. Which, of course, couldn't even shift her slender frame unless she wanted it to.

Still, he was far from resigned. "I will not submit to this, foul creature. Release me!"

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burning
2009-06-02 09:09 am UTC (link)

"She?" Pandora smiled wickedly. "Tell me more about this very good friend of yours. Where is she from that she had to adjust to Earth?" If this girl was from another place, perhaps she would be just as tasty as she knew Legolas would be. She could smell the intoxicating sweetness of his blood. It was mixed with a woody smell that was heady and almost overwhelming. Her eyes fluttered as she inhaled.

She exhaled softly against his collarbone and dragged her lips up along his throat. His struggling was to her the way a fly struggled within the fist of a child. Futile. Her chuckle, when it came, was throaty and mocking. "You have no choice in the matter, Fair One." Using the her forehead for leverage, she pushed his head to the side and ran her tongue lightly along the place where his blood pulsed beneath the skin.

Her lip lifted over her teeth, exposing her fangs for just a moment before she sank them into his flesh. The instant rush of blood filled her with a euphoria only vampires had ever experienced. Her mouth filled with the red liquid and she savored it a moment before she swallowed. She shivered lightly from the pleasant sensation his blood gave her. She only sampled and it took less than a minute before she had pulled her fangs free and sealed the wound with a swipe of her tongue.

Drawing back she pressed her pelvis into his and searched his face. "There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

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princegreenleaf
2009-06-09 11:01 pm UTC (link)

The elven prince was defiant to the end, and he wouldn't put Giselle in danger by saying anything more about her. Not now that he knew just what this creature was. "I will tell you nothing, foul demon." The words couldn't be said with more defiance, more hatred, if he tried. She might pull the information from his head, but he wouldn't give it to her voluntarily.

And then, it was too late for him to say anything at all. Her fangs pierced his skin, and his entire body stiffened. His hands clenched around the fabric of her shirt, trying to haul her off of him, but it was pointless. She couldn't be moved. Then the pleasure started, and he found that he didn't want to move her anymore. His hands fell limply to his side, and he just stood there and allowed her to drink for as long as she wanted.

It wasn't long, but he didn't know that. It could have been an hour or a week, and he wouldn't have known the difference. After she disengaged, for a long time he just stood there, blinking violet eyes, breathing rapidly. His head rested momentarily against the tree, but he soon gathered himself and raised it once more to look into her eyes.

For a moment, looking was all he did. Finally, though, he spoke. "Kill me. I would rather die than live so defiled by the touch of a vampire." The worst part was that part of him had liked it. Being forced to do it was bad enough, but liking it? Intolerable.

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