Imaginator
Perfectly Imperfect
Soft, yet moody classical music from a grand piano could be heard in the study. Leo it seemed, was in one of his moods. Which was nothing unusual. The man was a vampire after all. Something of which Leo despised with all his being. The man pressed his pale lips into a thin hard line, slowly closing his blood red eyes, body rocking to the sway of his music. But suddenly, the music stopped, and Leo slammed the lid of the piano closed, letting out a growl.
"Servant! Come!"
Leo barked, knowing how sensitive the Vulpine's hearing was. Barring his teeth, Leo stood and waited for the creature. And as the creature kept Leo waiting, the vampire paced back-and-froth. Becoming ever more irritated by the second.
Within the room, fine and strange dark arts littered the walls, surrounding the grand piano. Where was that servant of his?!?! Why did she insist on keeping her Master waiting?!?! Making a mental note to punish his servant, Leo continued to wait the Vulpine's arrival...
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The Neko's ears were drooped. Long black, fur-tipped-tail tucked partically between her legs. Pursa remained down upon her knees, scrubbing the tiled and wooden floors by hand to get them clean. The Neko's huge-gray-eyes holding a frightened expression in them.
Her Master was a terrifying one. A Blood Mage. And the power of Pursa's Master always terrified the skittish Neko. And the man knew it. And wasn't afraid to use and show it either. Many scars of past punishments, and pale skin, proved that much. Pursa swallowed hard.
But finally, Pursa scrubbed the last tile clean before wiping it dry. Standing, the Neko cleaned up the bucket and water, putting the items away before going before the Blood Mage.
"Master?'
The Neko paused, biting at her lower lip, tail tucked all the way now.
"I...I have finished cleaning the floors for you...As...As you requested."
Pursa explained, biting at her lower lip, looking down at her hands, in which she fiddled her fingers together nervously.
"Servant! Come!"
Leo barked, knowing how sensitive the Vulpine's hearing was. Barring his teeth, Leo stood and waited for the creature. And as the creature kept Leo waiting, the vampire paced back-and-froth. Becoming ever more irritated by the second.
Within the room, fine and strange dark arts littered the walls, surrounding the grand piano. Where was that servant of his?!?! Why did she insist on keeping her Master waiting?!?! Making a mental note to punish his servant, Leo continued to wait the Vulpine's arrival...
~~~
The Neko's ears were drooped. Long black, fur-tipped-tail tucked partically between her legs. Pursa remained down upon her knees, scrubbing the tiled and wooden floors by hand to get them clean. The Neko's huge-gray-eyes holding a frightened expression in them.
Her Master was a terrifying one. A Blood Mage. And the power of Pursa's Master always terrified the skittish Neko. And the man knew it. And wasn't afraid to use and show it either. Many scars of past punishments, and pale skin, proved that much. Pursa swallowed hard.
But finally, Pursa scrubbed the last tile clean before wiping it dry. Standing, the Neko cleaned up the bucket and water, putting the items away before going before the Blood Mage.
"Master?'
The Neko paused, biting at her lower lip, tail tucked all the way now.
"I...I have finished cleaning the floors for you...As...As you requested."
Pursa explained, biting at her lower lip, looking down at her hands, in which she fiddled her fingers together nervously.