Menthril (Jul 14, 2011 11:59:44 PM)
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Menthril (Jul 14, 2011 11:59:53 PM)
[ Alright now for you two...]

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 12:00:00 AM)
*Takes a deep breath, her shoulders rising in the motion, and then falling again when she lets the air out with another heavy sigh. She shakes her head, mostly to herself, and tries to figure what to think or say. She waves her hands in the air in a wide gesture, ready to say it....but in the end she didn't know what it was, and hangs her head again, lookign beaten.*

Menthril (Jul 15, 2011 12:00:03 AM)
[ Tasha PM coming your way]

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 12:00:08 AM)
[eep?]

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 12:01:15 AM)
( Waiting to post then. ^_^ )

Menthril (Jul 15, 2011 12:11:16 AM)
(Tasha?)

Menthril (Jul 15, 2011 12:13:15 AM)
[ Alright you may continue]

Menthril (Jul 15, 2011 12:15:28 AM)
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Croc (Jul 15, 2011 12:16:17 AM)
He chuckled quietly as he watched her from within his tattered cowl. "Are you hungry?", he asked surprisingly. Was it a test? It could be...and yet there was a sincerity to his rasping voice that she was just begining to discern.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 12:21:04 AM)
*shakes her head again and brings a hand to the back of it. She slips her fingers through the mess of hair and rubs her scalp, still in utter confusion* No...no..*she mumbles* Thanks anyway.

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 12:23:02 AM)
An eerie silence fell between them then. Those yellow eyes still glared down at her from his perch on the stone, replicated again by several alligators that had now gathered around them in nearly every considerable direction. He made not a move nor sound, it was as if he had turned into a statue, one very...very....ugly...statue.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 12:24:47 AM)
So..umh.. *she finally speaks again carefully* You let me go then..?

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 12:26:40 AM)
"Tomorow", he promised, breaking his silence as easily as it had begun. "Then I know for sure I can trust you, and when you know for sure you can trust me. Until then I can help you understand....you must have questions..."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 12:29:25 AM)
Iiiiii don't know.. *She shakes her head again.* I think I need to be drunk for this. You got any booze? *she now glances briefly over her shoulder, not really lookign to him, but his way..*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 12:30:51 AM)
His head tilted within the shadows of his hood and he grunted with mock amusement, "No." He then moved, his tattered rags shifting around his twisted frame as an arm appeared, a long taloned finger pointing towards a log only a few feet off. "There is water there....and food....."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 12:33:16 AM)
*runs her hand over her face* Gosh...he expects me to handle this while being sober.... *she whispers to herself and retursn to her previous slumped position, mourning her poor state for a while. Then she finally attempts to stand up, testing her legs and swaying quite a bit as she tries to get balance on the soft ground.*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 12:35:05 AM)
The arm had refolded into his rags as he fell still once more. While he did not move, she would find that piercing yellow gaze following her every movement. He seemed to be waiting for something, but as for what would be anyone's guess.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 12:36:56 AM)
*sways towards the log he had pointed to her, and slumps back to her knees in front of it, not much carign about getting more muddy and soaked, if it was even possible. She tries to look for a hole or a crack to get into the water he had mentioned to be there.*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 12:38:57 AM)
Sitting behind the log was a small burlap sack. Inside of it were several items of food, bottled water, even a can of soda....but all of it seemed out of date. Luckily some of the food were unperishables and while stale, were still edible. There was also a set of dry clothes, though they were ragged and dirty, and smelled like they'd been peeled from a bum. They likely were.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 12:40:39 AM)
*pulls the sack to herself and turns around to face the creature on th rock. She eyed him cautiously before slipping her hands into the sack and searchign it's content. She opens the bottle of water, and empties it into her throat.*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 12:41:44 AM)
He continued to sit there, quietly watching, waiting, as if offering her a bit of time to reflect on all that has transpired over the past twenty four hours. Even the many gators that littered the surrounding area had dipped down, disapearing beneath the water's surface.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 12:43:49 AM)
*Once the bottle is empty, she lets it drop back into the sack. She gives the items of food a brief glance, but doesn't touch them. Her eyes once again move to Croc, her big eye-white gleaming behidn the blue as she stares at him in a half accusing manner.*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 12:46:34 AM)
The look stole a brief chuckle from him as he returned her stare. The stillness that had settled into his body was shed away as he rose like some foul slime from the stones, gliding through the mud to loom over her. "Yes, yes....so unfair.....so unfair.....", he rasped, though if he spoke to her or something else was difficult to determine.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 12:48:57 AM)
*Lowers her eyes, back into the sack. She holds it in her lap like it was a baby.* I didn't say anything... *she now answers dryly. Then clears her throat as if to correct herself, and says with a more polite tone* ...thanks, by the way.

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 12:51:55 AM)
He clucked quietly and shook his head as he looked down at her. His lip curled into a small snear in response, though it wasn't all together cruel in it's quality. "No, you do not need to thank me anymore. I will protect you...watch over you...help you....and you will do the same. We must care for each other now.....the human world...you will soon realize it is a lie....in time....it will no longer have anything for you...and I will be here..."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 12:54:43 AM)
i'm sorry, Sir. I really don't get much of what you are saying...*she sighs helplessly, still not lookgin to him* But I'll do what you want. I hope that's enough for you. *She slips a hand in the sack again, stirrign it's content, jsut to occupy herself with something while she is under the eye.*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 12:57:39 AM)
She would feel his large hand rest atop her head, his spongey fingertips combing through her dirty and matted hair. "You do not realize it yet, girl....but I have brought you into a new world....one much darker, yet much more clear, than the one you leave behind..." He paused a chuckled quietly as he leaned down a bit, thaw maw of unsightly fangs looming ever closer, ever promising the revolting ecstacy of his 'kiss'. "You have not even asked what I am....but no matter...just know there are many more like me....and soon....I will send you out amongst them...."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 1:02:04 AM)
I still think the less I know of you the better...*she unwraps somethign that looks like it had been a sausage roll, once upon a time.* ..in case you deside to just... let me forget about this all. *she waves the piece of food in the air as she speaks, then takes a bite, and spits it out almost instantly. Not good. She rubs her tongue with her lips to expel the nasty crumbs.* uhh... I mean...I really don't want any trouble. We're in the same boat, right?

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 1:04:56 AM)
"I'm afraid you could not forget even if you wanted to at this point, girl....", again he chuckled. It was a ironic and sour sound as it lept past his blood stained lips. "..but soon you will not want to. You will realize that we belong together, yes....in the same boat...", he echoed before absently petting her hair. "Tomorow your new life begins....you should be excited...."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 1:07:42 AM)
*Frowns heavily, still holding the piece of food in her hand and lookign at it as if contemplating on tryign it again. But it is somethign else that is heavy on her mind.*...You sound like a doomsayer...no offense. What is this...talk about a new world, and all?

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 1:09:18 AM)
"The world of the damned, of course....", he returned crypticly. His eyes had focused on her neck again and his keen senses could almost see her pulse in the arteries just beneath her skin. "The world of the vampire....."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 1:12:08 AM)
I see...*she says, trying not to sound so cynical* ..so that's why all the...blood and..biting... *her voice once more trails away, and she esides to bite the old sausage oll, only to coe to regret it again* Look...forgive me, if I find it hard to swallow... I was thinking you were just an unfortunate soul, like my little sister...forced to this swamp by yourself...

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 1:14:30 AM)
Cruel laughter escaped him as his fingers tightened in her hair, forcing her head to turn and tilt, aiming her eyes up at him. She would find herself inches from the monstrosity that served as his face. Beyond the basic four limbed primate shape, he was hardly recognizeable as having once been human at all. "You mistook this for human? For some degenerate?"

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 1:17:13 AM)
*still tries not to look at it, and closes her eyes liek they were pained by the sight* Hell...do you..have to do that! *she moves a shakign hand up with an intention to push him away, but instead, she just ends up holding her hand against his robed chest.* Sorry, sorry sorry...*she apologizes for some yet uncommitted crime, still with closed eyes*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 1:19:40 AM)
He felt some sick pleasure when she recoiled from him, and yet he felt the urge to crush her skull with a large rock at the same time. The conflict in emotions brought a grim smile to the thin lips that were so tenuously stretched across the rows of fangs. "You will get used to it in time..... You must realize that appearances mean little, girl... The most beautiful face can hide evils far beyond my own capacity...."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 1:21:50 AM)
I..I am sorry...honestly. *she sighs and tries to appear relaxed, even she had much to fear in the grasp of the monster.* It's just....you know...been a HELL of a night for me...

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 1:23:47 AM)
"It will get better", he rasped in his most consoling tone.....it wasn't very effective. Still, he continued to stroke her matted hair as if he might remove some of it's tangles, despite the fact he was only making them worse. "Right now the fear constricts your heart and mind....you are focused on what you might lose....on the pain of what has led you to this point.....but it will fade...and then you will come to realize the potential power of your new position."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 1:29:01 AM)
Oh I...am grateful for my position. I really am. *she speaks softly, keepign her big eyes shut* And sure oyu can understand me beign afraid, I mean...it's not fun to be tied up and beaten and alone in the dark like you had me. Sure, you may have yoru purposes but it's just NOT cool... *she almost sobs, but catches herslef before she does that, and quikly hardens her surface to total control.* I still aprechiate it that I didn't end up like...that other guy. I rather just be undignified than dead.

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 1:31:45 AM)
That returned his mirth and he laughed again, squatting down in the mud beside her. The scent of dead fish was unescapable now as he draped a long thin arm over her shoulders. Despite the gaunt manner his muscles seemed stretched over his bone, she could feel the uncanny strength in his touch. "Yes, yes....you are coming around already... There are many terrible misfortunes in our long existances....but it could always be worse. We could be truly dead...", he put an emphasis on the word 'truly' that dripped with irony.

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 1:32:17 AM)
( er...bones....that didn't come out right in singular...lol )

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 1:32:45 AM)
( =P bowchicabowow)

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 1:33:00 AM)
( Now there's a sexy image, lol )

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 1:35:13 AM)
So...*she starts hesitantly, not sure if she even wants to know* ..what are you holdign me for, for tomorrow? I mean...you said you wanted me to do stuff for you?

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 1:38:53 AM)
He gazed out into the swamp to the north and west, if she were able to get her bearings enough to tell. The arm over her shoulder remained where it was, as if the gesture was made unconsciously. "I have drank of your blood, and you have drank of mine. My blood is strong...in ways you can't yet be expected to understand. By tomorow it will have sealed the bond of loyalty between us...you no doubt start to feel it even more....urging you to feel safe around me even if your conscious mind tells you that is absurd. It will also give you time to learn to use my blood within you....to heal your wounds and ease your suffering."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 1:40:06 AM)
...then.. what happens...after tomorrow?

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 1:42:05 AM)
He turned his head, his macabre smile enough to raise the smallest hairs on her skin. "I will release you back into the city....stronger and wiser than when I found you. You will be my proxy there....you will be my ears...my eyes.... You will obtain things with ease that would prove quite difficult to obtain on my own."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 1:47:53 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 1:49:14 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 1:49:32 AM)
((sorry, I prolly missed your last post after mentioning my cell and id))

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 1:50:13 AM)
He turned his head, his macabre smile enough to raise the smallest hairs on her skin. "I will release you back into the city....stronger and wiser than when I found you. You will be my proxy there....you will be my eyes...my eyes... You will obtain things with ease that would prove difficult on my own."

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 1:50:34 AM)
( I didn't see anything about a cel or ID, just your "What happens after tomorow" question )

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 1:52:06 AM)
Oh.. that's a relief.. *she comments blankly. Her eyes are directed ahead, cast across the sad and dangerous view of the swamp at night* ...then. maybe it would help to have my cell back..and my ID...if you still have them...

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 1:54:50 AM)
The arm not draped idly across her shoulders moved to dip into his rags. From within he withdrew her belongings, the ID, the phone, even the pistol and the can of mace he had kicked into the swamp in his rage. He set each one down beside the sack in her lap, his gaze still peering into the swamp ahead...secure that his blood within her would prevent her from doing anything rash. "Do you like Animals?"

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 1:58:48 AM)
*Watches and wait while he hauls her belongings out of his robes, and then begins to pick them up, one by one. She slips her ID into her pocket, the wallet into the other. Then she takes the gun in her hand, hesitantly.* I guess...*she responds to him, and watches the smooth sides of her Llama reflect the moonlight as she twirls it in her hands.* ...what's there to like or dislike?

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 2:02:11 AM)
He grunted quietly, "A great deal. They are as complex as any human after all." She would find herself relieved of much of his stench as he rose up from his crouch. He moved easily to the water's edge as his finger dipped into the fang ringed hole that served as his mouth. The finger was then placed into the water and she could see, even in the shadows of the bayou, the water darken with his caustic vitae. "When you leave tomorow, I will send one with you. A mouse..or a snake...perhaps a lizard.....you can choose if you like. It will be your companion..."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 2:03:43 AM)
*Quirks a brow* Why? Not that I have anythign against it, but...why?

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 2:06:07 AM)
He glanced back at her as the golden eyes of the alligators returned to the water's surface. Each of them glided gracefully through the water towards him until they entered the slowly growing cloud of crimson. "My blood is in you....if you are ambitious...and clever....you will learn to make it work for you. It can give you command over lesser creatures...hide you from sight...even give you the strength of several men."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 2:10:39 AM)
Umm...okay. *she says slowly, not daring to believe nor disbelieve at this point. But something made her feel more than willing to listen to what he is saying, even if in any other conditions she woudl take it as the gibberish of a madman. Her big eyes shoot at the gators when they rise from the water again.* I never thought them more complext than humans, though. You know....in my tongue the word animal comes from the word that means 'to live', and human comes from the word 'wonder'. *she tilts her head from side to side* So...an animal lives, and a human wonders.

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 2:12:27 AM)
"They wonder what you would taste like", he offered with a short burst of cruel laughter. "And yet you, too, live. The fact you humans still set yourself so far above other animals....yes...you are animals too....is a testament to pure vanglorious arrogance."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 2:15:03 AM)
I never claimed to be above anything. *she looks inside the pack of cigarettes that was within her belongings. All of them soaked and ruined by now. She sighs heavily.* That's my testament to canglorious arrogance, if you want take it that way... *she throws the pack away, frowning*

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 2:15:16 AM)
(vanglorious*)

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 2:17:14 AM)
She could tell he was nodding despite the fact his back was to her by the popping of the tattered cloth that covered his head. He reached out with one of his hands, patting one of the larger gator's on the snout roughly. "Good thing. Maybe you are clever. Fact is, most humans don't see it that way...."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 2:17:59 AM)
So...what woudl you say about yourself then? Or is it too early for me to ask somethign so personal?

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 2:19:26 AM)
"We are bound, girl...", he repeated, his rasping ominous voice strained as if his patience wore thin. "I will watch out for you, you will watch out for me, there is nothing too personal.... What about me? Do you mean me personally? Or do you ask of my kind in general?"

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 2:21:05 AM)
*lifts her eyebrows far up to her forehead* I didn't know there were more of you...*she glances arodun as if expecting to spot another one like Croc, somewhere in the bushes, then she looks back to him* Surely you weren't referrign to yourself as one of the gators?

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 2:22:52 AM)
That returned his laughter once again and seemed to dismiss the fraying patience she had heard in his tone. "No. I refer to myself as one of the damned...more specifically...a Nosferatu. "

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 2:23:48 AM)
And there are more of you here somewhere?

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 2:25:47 AM)
"Oh yes...many...many....", his head bobbed beneath his hood once more as he drew his finger up from the swamp. It was shoved in his mouth for a moment before tugging free with an obsene 'popping' noise. "You will undoubtably meet some of them soon. They are not just like me of course....", he grinned sarcasticly as he turned back towards her. "...some are not so pretty, you see. Only brothers and sisters who share my blood, like you, or like me, are so similiar to what you see before you."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 2:30:41 AM)
I see... *then she thinks for a moment, rolling the gun in her hand like a stress-toy* Well I hope I don't disappoint your friends, beign the way I am...

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 2:31:32 AM)
I mean.. it's not like I concider myself that pretty but... maybe I just have low standards... *she stares at him, thankfully seeign a little less of him than a moment ago*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 2:34:00 AM)
"The way you are?", he asked curiously as he moved over to the sinister opening in the mound from which she had been drug. He then chuckled darkly, shaking his head as he shoved a large stone aside. "It doesn't matter. If they are smart, they will treat you with respect when they learn who it is you belong to. The name Nosferatu holds meaning....", his head bobbed again, "..great meaning.... When I send you to them, it will be with that name...you'll see. It is a little early for that now...."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 2:39:48 AM)
Can I ask....without trying to push my luck, or sounding ungrateful...*she tries to keep her big eyes locked in his, even if he comes so close she can nearly taste the thick air around him* ...why me? I mean...there are plenty of coons in the swamp who couldn't care less about the looks and who are alot more superstitious than I am. And PLEASE don't take this the wrong way, I am just puzzled by all this... I really need a drink!

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 2:42:39 AM)
After a few moments it seemed as if he were actually creating support around the entrance to the mound rather than preparing to fill it in. As large stones were shoved roughly in place his webbed hands scooped large wads of mud to seal it tight. "Why not you? I was watching....the woman you talked to..followed by the large man..on the docks... She too is one of the damned. You were clever...had promise....and I was hungry. You either proved worth keeping, or I would devour you....it was simple as that."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 2:43:49 AM)
*Blinks her eyes a couple of times* Are you saying that the cop lady and the bulldog were suckers?

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 2:45:35 AM)
"Not him.....just her. Him, I suspect he is much like you....a human enhanced by his owner's blood....", his head bobbed in another nod as if he were quite sure of himself. "The two of them joined with several others just tonight and attacked some drug dealers....he may have died...I'm not yet sure. But she lives...well....un-lives?" That last part brought a dry chuckle.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 2:48:38 AM)
*Stands up, and puts the gun under her belt. She still feels weak, but much less so.* Hm. Do alot of us...like me...die in these circumstanses? That guy looked pretty tough, if you only count the muscle. *she muses and knits her brows together*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 2:51:05 AM)
"The blood is much stronger than flesh or bone...if he survived...his size has little to do with it I assure you", he snorted quietly and leaned back to admire his work around the entrance to the mound. "And yes....many die...but not like you. Like him. They die because they are stupid...and wreckless... They stab each other in the back for temporal gains. Those like you....if you come to accept the family I have brought you into....you could live forever..", and his tone stated he was quiet serious.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 2:53:06 AM)
Gosh, now it goes to the family... *she sighs and brings her hand up to her messy hair again, trying to rub her head underneath* So..are we..you and I... like a couple or something now?

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 2:53:59 AM)
I mean... *she tries to express herself with a pained look on her face* ..you know what I mean.

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 2:56:28 AM)
He cackles viciously in response to that as he rose up and turned towards her, once again casting those yellow eyes in her direction. "Yes, yes....and I will bed you...and you must look me in the eyes too!" He waggled his brows laciviously before the brief satire gave way to pure sarcasm, "Of course not. I have no need for such human concerns and I'm sure you're quite relieved for the fact."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 3:00:02 AM)
ahhh, spazibo, Bospoti! *she casts her eyes to the sky and does a cross over her heart, from her elft to the right, in the way of the orthodox. Then she comes to him...to the cave entrance he has made, and peers into the black shadow within. Her flesh...or what of it can be seen through the layer of mud, blood and slime, stands up on gooze-bumps again as she listens into the hollow echo coming from within.*

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 3:00:39 AM)
...just..untill tomorrow...right?

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 3:02:37 AM)
He glanced over at her, those fangs offering a rictus grin as they stretched at his rubbery flesh. "You will stay here for the rest of the night and through tomorow until I return after the sun sets. You will wander no more than twenty feed from this rise....", he motioned subtly towards the large mound. "Not because I fear you will escape...but because I'm starting to decide keeping you was the right idea and I'd rather not wake up to find pieces of you floating in the water. Do you understand?"

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 3:03:06 AM)
( feet...not feed....the hour is starting to weigh on me, lol )

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 3:06:02 AM)
Yeah, I was thinkign that too. It is not exactly the natural environment for me... *she lowers her head, lookign down with gloomy weight over her head.* God, I wish for a bath... *she says quietly to herself* And some vodka, and antiseptics. I think I'll have a bath in vodka and antiseptics once I get back home...

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 3:09:22 AM)
He grunted quietly and nodded, a large hand rising up to pat her lightly atop the head. The large creature then turned away, wading slowly through the water. It slowly rose up his legs, then over his waist. He called back to her just as it was lapping up over his chest, his tattered robes spreading out across it's surface around him. "Use the cave as a shelter if you need it...but the moss is more comfortable. The swamp will not harm you if you stay close to that area.....don't stray....." And with that he was gone, vanishing into the shadows of the murky swamp water.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 3:13:59 AM)
*Watches him go, and wait for his sounds to disappear deeper within the cave, untill he was gone. She sighs heavily, and slumps down over her knees again, to the ground.* Yeah, this is bad...*she continues to talk to herself, ubbing her muddy arms as she hugs them aroudn herself. The sounds of night came clear and loud from behind her, and she finds herself trying to think that it came from one of those tapes you can buy, for romantic atmosphere.* As if...*she comments her own thought, and desides to just stay where she is, untill he'd return, tomorrow night*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 3:14:38 AM)
( Thanks for the RP! She'll be released from under his 'care' and returned to the city tomorow night. By then she'll have 3 blood, I'll have 3xp, and we can get her proper icon. ^_^ If nothing else, the new Nosferatu ST said she'd be around tomorow. )

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 3:15:18 AM)
(Alright. Thanks fro stayign up so late. You take care of all the formal stuff with the ST, ok? I am too much of a noob.=P )

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 3:16:04 AM)
( lol, no prob. We'll get it all squared away tomorow so she can return to semi normal RP. I don't like keeping people locked. ^_^ )

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 3:16:20 AM)
(goodnight to you. See you tomorrow)

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 3:16:25 AM)
) -waves- )

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Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 10:40:22 PM)
*Is sittign pretty much where he had left her. Leanign against a rock, her head hanging so that her hin touches her chest, eys closed..actually she is asleep.*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 10:40:49 PM)
Through out the day and evening the swamp remained relatively calm, peaceful. While her little zone around the mound was surrounded by gators, they made no move to bother her, and a few of the larger ones even warded off some new comers when they attempted to approach. Most of the wild life had retreated, however, by the time the sun had dipped passed the horizon and the full depth of night set in. Misquitos came as the temperature fell, leading to one miserable hour before they departed.

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 10:42:45 PM)
The only sound was the powerful wail of the cicadas, but after a while, one just zoned them out..leaving nothing but a deep silence behind. That silence was broken as the surface of the water began to ripple and tattered robes floated up to be seen. Fetid water dripped from his glistening flesh and soiled robes as he marched slowly up from the swamp, through the knee deep mud to the shore.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 10:48:33 PM)
*Tasha just could keep herself awake after night fell. Totally worn out by the last couple of days and nights, or however long it has been that she has remained in this swamp. Physically, mentally and emotionally she was a wreck. So she had finalyl shut down, the wait being just toomuch to handle. Her arms and face and head are on bumps and sctratches, caused by mosquito bites and her own efforts to ease the irritation, just to make it worse in the end ofcourse.*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 10:52:11 PM)
His feet fell remarkably silent in the muck, there would be no expected suck and pop as they pulled free from the mud. It was with this eerie silence as he approached her, each breathless movement merely a part of the swamp he called home. Soon, however, the unmistakeable stench of dead fish and old blood would betray his presence, as he perched upon a stone to her side.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 10:55:19 PM)
*Snaps out of her sleep faster than twitching a light on, and nearly jumps up from her position, waving her arms in front of her as if to block some unseen attacker. For a second she looks around with a bewilded look in her big eyes, and notices Croc. She sighs heavily, closes her eyes, and slumps back in her sitting position.*

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 10:55:31 PM)
Hi.

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 10:57:07 PM)
He remained still as a statue as she went through her initial reaction. The only movement about his form being the squirming of vermin beneath his skin or the dripping of foul smelling water from his robes. As she finally slumped back he chuckled, that deep bubbling sound that seemed to froth up from his twisted lungs. "You're still alive....I wasn't sure what I would find when I returned here..."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 10:59:11 PM)
No shit? *she comments with an astonished voice and rubs her eyes before she tilts her head back and looks up to the sky* Well that's a comforting thought. *she sighs*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 11:01:53 PM)
"I suspected you would....", he bobbed his head slightly beneath his hoods. "But I couldn't be sure....it is a dangerous place....and I would not ask the creatures that lived here. I still like surprises..." He cackled quietly to himself before fulling casting those yellow eyes upon her. Even in the shadows of his hoods they would catch the moonlight, reflecting like two small candles in the night. "How do you feel? Have you started to grow accustomed to the rush of my blood within you?"

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 11:10:06 PM)
*Turns her head and shoots him a weird look from under frowning eyebrows* Accustomed? Is that REALLY what I am ought to do here? Get accustomed? *she snarls and looks across th swamp* Let me see how to put this... it sure has it's own thing to it. The crickets are a nice add to the atmosphere, the plumbing works, I suppose.. a bit more lighting woudl me nice, but it really jsut requires the woman's touch, or should I say...*she starts calmly, but then flames up in an outburst of agression, not even trying to hide her frustration* I just want out of this frigging swamp!

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 11:10:35 PM)
*she fists her hands and slams them to the ground on both sides of her with a doubl thud. Then she jsut sits still and quiet*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 11:13:47 PM)
Her outburst seemed to thuroughly amuse him and his laughter bubbled up from the depths of his wracked body in full force. Then with a flash he was up from the stone, crossing the mere step it took to approach her. He took advantage of the bond that his blood already formed between them, moving in until his fangs could find her neck. His laughter ended then as her rich vitae fliled his hungrily awaiting mouth and pleasure paralyzed her form.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 11:17:05 PM)
Ahh, here we go..*she has enough time to say, before her senses are blurred with the extasy. Even if her words sounded cynical, she never gave a struggle. And in the end, her eyes close and her lips part in sweet surrender, when the horror turns into a field of roses in her mind.*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 11:20:13 PM)
His deceptively strong arms easily held her up as he body slumped with the 'kiss'. As he filled his belly with her blood he nearly bowed her over backwards, his hulking frame blocking the girl from the gator's many watching eyes. And then it was over, or at least the 'kiss' itself. Now came another rush as pure liquid life poured past her lips and onto her tongue. Where before it had tasted like fouled copper, now it awakened a banquet of flavors that was altogether unique to the immortal monster that held her.

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 11:23:17 PM)
*Feeds on it without question, clinging to him lik one of the leeches on his body. Her arms go over his shoulders and her fingers press into the thick robes to have a hold on him while she drinks hungrily to the blood with her eyes closed, not caring enough to see where it was coming from.*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 11:25:34 PM)
A length of slime covered flesh slithered across her neck, closing the many tiny wounds left by his fangs. When he tugged away, she would find that he had been fed from a flap of flesh on his chest that had been drawn back and sliced by some unseen object. His strong hands gripped her shoulders so tightly it was nearly painful, supporting her weight until she could get her legs beneath her. "It is done...."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 11:29:54 PM)
Uhhuh..*she sways in place untill her senses come back to her slowly, and then lifts her head and opens her eyes enough to see.* Bloody hell..*she says quietly, and then smirks to her own accidental way of makign it literal. She closes her eyes once more...perhaps she was still afraid to look at him.* I have to ask... was that supposed to be a punishent from my outburst or what?

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 11:32:26 PM)
He chuckled slightly and she could smell her blood on his chill breath. "A reward", he answered with mirth still filling his tone. He dipped a hand into his robes then and retrieved a pint of vodka. It had been opened and some of it was missing, but it was still well over half filled. He placed it into her hand then turned around, walking slowly into the swamp. "Come along now..."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 11:34:47 PM)
Yeah.. that's what I was thinking...*she murmurs, and follows him like a puppy. With some effort to balance herself on the wet and soft ground.*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 11:37:51 PM)
They walked for what likely seemed like an hour in relative silence, surrounded only by the murky water and ominous sounds of the bayou. The route they took was a winding one as they stayed to mostly dry land, avoiding crossing the water itself and never entering mud deeper than the top of the shoe. Eventually he spoke, his voice a quiet rasp, though in the stillness of the bayou it was loud enough. "As I promised...I am returning you to the city now. The first thing you will do is aquire a few phones...disposable....so that we might easily maintain contact."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 11:41:07 PM)
Sure no problem. I can get you a prepaid deal like mine. Some of them don't ask who you are. *She would like to look aroundmore as they waked, but her eyes are turned down to help her place her steps in the dark and avoid tripping* ..anything else? I thought you had a full shopping list.

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 11:44:01 PM)
He chuckled almost mockingly as he picked his way through the swamps with ease. He seemed to barely notice where he walked, as if he knew the path by rote. "No, no...not yet. You have been through alot, I'll give you some time to rest...recover... So long as you speak not a word of me, of us, of what has happened to you, to -anyone-....you will have a day or two to yourself."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 11:45:51 PM)
Uhh...okay. What then? Do you want me to leave your phone and stuff somewhere where you can claim them or..? *there is a very careful, hopefl sound to her voice when she asks that*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 11:46:52 PM)
A mud streaked brow arched curiously as he glanced over his shoulder at her. She would see those piss yellow eyes, peering at her sharply from within his hood. "..or what girl? Speak your mind to me..."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 11:47:57 PM)
Well..no offense, I know this is your home and all, but... *she glances up only briefly, and then averts her eyes from him*

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 11:48:56 PM)
I was just hoping. *shrugs, trying to make herself look indifferent*

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 11:51:00 PM)
A dry chuckle escaped him and he shook his head as he pressed on through the swamp. "I often come into the city. You will not have to venture out here often....I need you there...on the streets...where I can not easily go."

Tasha Ribakov (Jul 15, 2011 11:53:59 PM)
That sounds just fine. *She nods, and even smiles a hint, but still does not look to him.* I think we have understanding of one-another. Is it to early to ask what I am to do there? Other than to get you a phone, that is.

Croc (Jul 15, 2011 11:56:50 PM)
"There are others...I mentioned them to you before. In time you will go out amongst them. I will feed you information to use to get close to them, learn about them, and you will in turn return what you learn to me." His head bobbed as he moved along. It seemed they were making good progress for the swampland seemed to be thinning out a bit. They had even crossed a barbed wire fence, though it had been long misused. "Beyond that you will get for me things that I need."