Leah reached out a paw to the two small scabs where she had sunk her fangs into Korif's neck and ran one of her fingers around them in a figure eight lightly. <span style='color:purple'>It doesn't ruin the taste of your blood does it? Because you've got nice blood, it's sweet, but not sickly sweet like some fruits... I bet your skin is salty.</span> She added, it would seem like a non-sequiter to Korif and quite possibly make her seem like some kind of a cannible, but to any other vampdragon the taste of another's skin told some about their blood. <span style='color:purple'>And how am I more of a use to you alive than dead?</span> She asked.
<span style='color:red'>The pleasure of outside company would be dead to me. Again.</span> he sniggered. The feel of Leah's finger on his neck sent a small shiver through Korif's spine. After Leah had sunk her fangs in, it seemed that little bit of his neck had become much more sensitive. <span style='color:red'>So, are you actually hungry, or are you just toying with me?</span> Korif was starting to think that maybe his subconscious was telling him to humour her. And his mouth seemed to follow that command.
<span style='color:purple'>Yes... outside company is nice, although certain outside company tends to be rather, for lack of a better word, annoying.</span> Leah said. She continued to run her finger along the two scabs, only with slightly more pressure, not enough to hurt Korif, but not quite as soft as butterfly wings. Now that he'd mentioned it though, toying with Korif was fun, of course it also fell under the category of 'playing with your food', but Leah decided to overlook that for the moment. <span style='color:purple'>Oh I'm hungry, but toying with you is fun.</span> She teased.
<span style='color:red'>Oh, for... look, I don't want you starving to death. If you're going hungry, then feed.</span> Korif held out his wrist, pretty much certain that Leah wouldn't take it right away. While it seemed to him that she had a weird sense of humour, he gave it some thought and it didn't seem much different to his. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Horrible writer's block -_-</td></tr></table>
She looked at Korif's wrist and placed one paw underneath it and held it up, scrutinizing it for a moment before extending ehr other paw and tapping the inside of his wrist lightly. <span style='color:purple'>To bony. Not as great amout of blood flow and it would hurt like hell for you.</span> She stated, relinquishing her paw from his wrist. <span style='color:purple'>Now your neck on the other hand...</span> Leah trailed off. She raised a digit and ran it down from the corner of his mouth, underneath his muzzle and around the bite she had given him earlier. She leaned her head in and pushed Korif down onto the cushion before sinking her fangs into the same place she had before and drinking his blood.
Korif winced slightly as she sank her teeth into his neck again. For some reason, he started to feel a little drowsy. Probably because she'd take a fair bit of his blood over a fairly short space of time. Still, a stimpack would take care of that. <span style='color:red'>You quite... done yet?</span> He looked down at Leah, being careful not to move his head. The tingle he'd felt when she bit him had started to subside, leaving a very numb yet comfortable sensation. He almost drifted off there and then, with the mere remembrance that something had its teeth in him keeping him awake. He was starting to wonder whether she was taking a little too much blood, as she didn't take this long feeding last time.
Leah pulled away from Korif as he asked if she was done. She looked down at him, he seemed awefully tired. Had she gone too far this time? Horror-striken at the idea, though she didn't show it. She sat up rather abruptly, ten thousand or more thoughts running through her mind at once. She put a paw to her forehead before running it through her hair, disloging the oriental sticks that held it in place, she caught them in her other hand and slowly got up. Walking around the couch and over to the table, she put them next to the chair where she had put her jacket. Leah turned and made her way back to the couch and placed her paws on the back of it, looking over at Korif. <span style='color:purple'>Sorry.</span> She said meekly.
<span style='color:red'>Don't... worry about it...</span> Korif mumbled. He laboriously got up and headed over to a box, and started routing through it, slowly. He took out a needle and slid it into one of the punctures Leah had made, and steadily injected himself with the contained blood. He removed the stim and sighed. He was feeling more than better, but he was still tired. He went back and sat on the sofa, and immdiately found a comfortable spot where he began to doze off, again. <span style='color:red'>Do me a favour... don't bite me again while I'm asleep...</span> And with that, Korif drifted off quietly.
Leah watched as Korif used one of the stims before going back over to the table and sitting on it, letting her legs swing below her. She looked back up as he went back to the couch, smirking when he asked her of a favor. She wouldn't bite him again. It was good blood, but not quite good enough to kill him for it. She pushed herself off of the table when she had felt Korif's heartbeat become slow and regular and went over to her jacket. She turned it inside out and ran her fingers down the lining. Finding what she was looking for she put a paw in the seam and pulled out a thin personal organizer. Taking out the stylus she tapped the icon for internet and then wrote the proper letter symbols to get to her emails. Nothing new. So instead she went to a games site and tapped away at the screen, her face cast in a blue glow.
Korif's eyes flickered open after a few minutes. He sat up and yawned, stretched and rubbed one eye simultaneously. He saw Leah playing on her organizer and left her to it. Wandering over to a coolbox, he took out a snack and quietly nibbled at it as he stared at what seemed to be, yet again, another brick wall. It appeared to Korif as a window, and that was just what it was. He saw the people go by, doing what they were doing. Life seemed so much easier for them, whether they lived in Bhim or otherwise. Still, the life of a thief was better than nothing, and occasionally, would bring in a decent haul. With a sigh, he finished his snack and sat opposite Leah, allowing his head to slowly slide to rest on the table.
<span style='color:purple'>You really do need sleep.</span> Leah said, not taking her eyes from the game on her screen, a mock Khatt set displayed before her. She tapped away moving the pieces around until she had the computer in checkmate and won. She sighed, computers were just stupid these days, it was a lot better to play with someone that actually knew the basis of the game. She flipped the leather cover of the organizer shut and slid the stylus in the miniature compartment on the sid before laying it down on the tabletop. She brought her legs up so that she was now sitting cross-legged on the table and put her arms behind her to prop herself up. She looked up at the dark ceiling and let various memries play across it, visible only to her. She refered to this as her video camera. She would memorize certain moments and tuck them away to be viewed again later. <span style='color:purple'>Hey Korif, you ever been to prison?</span> She asked. It was rather random, although currently she was witnessing her trial that had gotten her sent to the Krokoni Prison some decades back.
<span style='color:red'>Hmm... I couldn't put an exact number on it, but it's been less times than I got away. A fair few. Why d'you ask?</span> Korif lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow as he watched her stare at the ceiling. She was obviously in a state of remembrance, but Korif hadn't a clue what of. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Gah, serious writer's block...</td></tr></table>
Leah shrugged. <span style='color:purple'>I was just thinking -something i do quite often- and i kind of brought up a newer memory of mine. A trial persey, although i didn't win, got myself sent to Krokoni prison for planning Jagger's death... apparently it pissed off his sister.</span> She said. She fast-forwarded the memory about a month so that she had now immersed herself inside the cell that had been her home for fifteen years. There really wasn't anything in it, not even bars on the cell doors -they were a solid metal alloy about four inches thick. There was a rattling on the vent in the ciling that would have been invisible to her had her eyes not been so fine-tuned to the darkness. She looked up into it only to have a pup drop from the vent a few feet in front of her. Leah stopped the memory and chuckled to herself. <span style='color:purple'>I remember there was a pup, probably about 6 or 7 at the time, probably now 20 something, i duuno... 25 i want to say. Said her name was Sinead and that her tribe was the one that guarded Krokoni. She also said a bunch of other non-sense, but she said it way to fast for me to understand squat about it, but she did get me out of the wretched place so the least I could have done was listen to her and talk to her... speaking of which I should probably call her some time...</span> She trailed off, yes she was feeling the slightest ADD. <span style='color:purple'>You should meet her sometime. You might like her.</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry for taking so long to post</td></tr></table>
<span style='color:red'>Sounds like you've been around, then.</span> Korif smirked. In the back of his mind, he was wondering if she'd been thrown in for anything other than suspected conspiracy to murder. She didn't really seem like the type, but he knew that Vampdragons were supposed to be notorious criminals. He shook his head slightly violently. He shouldn't be harbouring such a stereotype, but he couldn't help it. It was the way he was brought up, and in a way, the stereotyping felt as if it were part of him. Still, he wasn't one to judge. He'd been locked up numerous times, some reasons he was less proud of than others. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Ah, no worries.</td></tr></table>
Leah nodded. <span style='color:purple'>I've been around. Not really visible, but around. Been kicked around, kicked people around... just around in general. To give you an idea, my father's family thought that keeping geneticly enhanced human-like creatures as slaves was the best idea ever to come to Ramath, mind you that was made illeagal about three seasons after they came up with the idea.</span> She said looking over at Korif. She thought for a while, on nothing in particular and then on plausible reasons for Korif getting stuck in a jail cell. Theivery was the obvious, drug abuse? Maybe, but maybe not. Illeagal possesion of a weapon? You barely had any places where 'dragons got busted for that. A dozen other kinds of cases ran through her mind before she dismissed the whole topic. She looked over Korif's half-awake form before scooting closer to him and running one of her hands through his hair. <span style='color:purple'>I think the couch is a little more comfortable than a wood table for sleeping, wouldn't you think?</span> She asked, her eyes looking upon him in a very muted and subdued kind of way.
Korif just shrugged. He was the kind of person where once he'd found somewhere comfortable enough to sit or lie, he wasn't willing to move, whether there was somewhere more comfortable or not. <span style='color:red'>I can tell you're wondering why I got put away. Smuggling, possession and sale of drugs, kidnapping, and homicide. Not forgetting the fact that I stabbed someone in the leg for walking into me on the street, but that didn't seem to be counted as very important considering the previous crimes I just listed off.</span> The slightest shiver went through Korif's spine as he felt Leah's subtle and warming touch. <span style='color:red'>Can I be really blunt with you for a moment? I'm surprised that you're still here. I really can't envision someone like you being around someone like me, even if it was for just a few minutes. It's the strangest thing, y'know?</span> Korif had this feeling that he was just rambling again.
<span style='color:purple'>Mhmm... strange indeed.</span> Leah said, nodding her head a bit and continuing to run one of her paws through his hair, occasionally trailing one of her fingers softly along the base of his ears. <span style='color:purple'>But if you think about it everything is strange. They way that you can move your joints without haveing to give any thought to it, they just move, and the sound of your name if you say it slowly and differences like race that make so much of a difference to my ancestors and probably yours to. Like the fact that I was exiled at the age of 9 when it was no longer possible to hide my eyes or my aura and how many people i had to lose, step over, leave behind and kill to keep on living and how I could never kill myself no matter how hard I tried...</span> Leah trailed off, her voice still calm and even despite the fact that silent tears were trailing down her face.
Korif sat up. <span style='color:red'>Hey, hey, don't cry, else you'll make me cry.</span> <span style='color:red'>Well, it would if you hadn't done that last stint in Krokoni, mate.</span> He tried to give a reassuring smile, but it didn't seem to be working. He gently wiped the tears away, and pulled her a little closer, hugging her. <span style='color:red'>Look at it this way. Had you not been cast out, you might not be alive now. Plus, those you had to push aside, or be rid of? I know this sounds sick, but I see those kinds of people as obstacles. At the end of the day, the way I see it is survival of the fittest.</span> Even though Korif knew that was the wrong kind of thing to say, it was his worldview piercing his exterior. He'd hoped that even if Leah looked upon him with disgust for saying such things, in the future she'd look back and think of it as good advice.
Leah hugged Korif, looking over his shoulder with a glazed expression and comprehending his views. The ones she had pushed away had been friends of hers that hadn't already pushed her away. The kinds of friends that she thought at the time she would be friends with until they died, friends that didn't care what she looked like, how she thought, or what was attacking her that week. The kind of friends that she had to push away so they could keep on living. <span style='color:purple'>It is survival of the fittest, but when you can't really die it doesn't matter.</span> Leah said. She pulled away from Korif slowly, leting a paw linger on his shoulder before moving it to one of his and taking it in her own. SHe then moved his paw so that it brushed her fur in the wrong direction from an inch above the top of her shirt to her jaw line, where she had a now almost invisible scar aside from the fact that it was raised up from the skin around it. <span style='color:purple'>When someone tries to kill themself they have intentions of dying and pain. The pain was welcome to me, it was something real in my macabre fairytale of a life. The only thing was when i thought that the chemicals some of the plants that grew in some of the poisoned forests on a silver knife would kill me, they didn't. So the pain went on, i releshed it as sick as that sounds, but i was still mad at myself that i was still living, still killing 'dragons, still having to live a shitty life because of my eyes and my aura. I started to cut my wings with supposed poison kinves and then stitch them up again. Then they shipped me off to a rehab center and that put an end to it.... God i must sound so... Emo... or something to you.</span> She said, turing away and feeling quite ashamed of herself.
<span style='color:red'>Hell, I've heard worse.</span> Korif grinned. He'd noticed the scar, but didn't want to mention it. <span style='color:red'>Seriously, I don't want to trying to kill yourself again. I know this sounds really stupid, but when someone I know injures themselves, it makes me feel bad because I've got this... thing that seems to make me think I did something wrong.</span> <span style='color:red'>Rehab, huh? When my parents found out I'd taken I liking to thievery, they sent me to a psychiatrist, rehab, the works. For some reason, I also remember the local looney bin being in there, somewhere...</span> Korif shut up, as he had a feeling he might end up dragging memories best left forgotten to the surface.
