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Only the elite make it down
stairs.
RS:
“Your beast? You have
an animal? Is that like a
chipmunk?”
~ chewing on the nut a bit then
swallowing it as I wrote down
the notes to this. ~
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Laughing softly and shaking
his head. “No its not a
chipmunk. I wouldn't call A
chipmunk a beast. More like
a critter. Sort of like a rabbit
or a squi.....” he paused and
grinned. “My beast is a tiger. A
lycan. He is bound to me. As
my servant. As a companion.
He will now live as long as
I do. He has also stopped
aging. He is strong, and damn
sexy. It took me a very very
long time to find a beast I
would bind to me for life.”
He spoke watching the little
squirrel eating his nut.
RS:
~When you mention the tiger
that's when my eyes went a bit
wider, then I nodded my little
head a moment. Then suddenly,
I was up from where I was and
skirted around your legs up your
legs around your lap and then
down again, as if I was marking
you with my squirrely scent,
settling back down~
"So, tell me Mr. Quinn, what do
you do for fun? Besides sucking
people's uh blood"
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He couldn't help but noticed
the look on the little squirrels
face when he spoke of his
tiger.Feeling the emotion spike
as well within himself. He let
a soft calming feeling wrap
around the little squirrel. He
wished his tiger was here now.
Wouldn't that be fun? But then
you moved and ran over and
up his leg. Of course his first
reaction would be to grab the
little critter and toss it. But
he refrained. It was sort of
cute really. But he was drawn
curious, and now his tiger had
a scent to follow later didn't
he? Was that the plan? haha.
He heard the next question
and shrugged his shoulders a
bit.
“I don't only feed on blood,
but lust as well. I need both to
exist, to survive. But fun?” He
pondered a moment. Shifting
his eyes towards the ceiling
before retuning his emerald
green eyes back to you.
“I enjoy going to the club. The
occasional killing of douches.
Sex is one of my favorite
pass times, but then it should
be that way everyone.” He
laughed a bit. “But in truth,
when you have lived as long
as I have. There is little I
haven't done.”
RS:
~Sizing you up a bit. Looking
for any sign of a tell tale wrinkle
or random gray hair. ~ “So,
exactly how old are you? You
don’t look very old” Pausing to
enjoy my nut a moment before
going on. “Wait, what is a
douche?”
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This would be the first talking
Squirrel that he had ever met.
So he was clueless as to
what you would do and say
or well ask, but hearing the
next question. “I am nearly
eighteen hundred years old”
He spoke with a slight nod
of his head. And he laughed
hearing the next one. Hmm
a douche is someone who
likes to start trouble. Acts like
an ass. Or people who want
nothing but power and to take
what they want no mater the
cost.
I might be viewed as a
monster by some, but I don't
normally kill those who are,
hmm, shall we say, innocent.
Innocent humans. Innocent
lycans.
Any who try or bring harm
to those I care for, or those I
am loyal too, are a douche.
Though douche is a relative
term. My hands are not clean
of innocent blood. I went
through a period of time when
I slaughtered without care.
Took what I wanted. Forced
others to do my bidding.
But things change. Ideals
change. Wants change. I still
get what I want of course. I
just have learned that stronger
bonds are built from trust and
desire then force and fear.”
Another small shrug given as
he pondered that answer a
moment.
RS:
“Well thank you for taking
time to speak with me, be sure
to look for this interview in the
next ReVo Magazine!" ~with
that stuffing the paper and
pen away and then pulled out
another nut and scampered
away~