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I suppose in the word of the Blair, you are my “taste” When I taste you I taste a story, a life, not just a flavor or a smell, but a whole array of senses. When I taste you I taste black coffee, bitter, an after taste of the darkest of chocolate. I smell sand, dirt, musk, old books papers scrolls ancient incense from time long forgotten. When I taste you I see gold, silver, ivory, ebony, I see the world and all of its most meaningful wonders. I hear screams and songs intermingled in some debaucheries orgy, chants of dark and black magics cursing souls that will never see the light of day. I feel the sun on my back, numb but burning. When I taste you, I feel you, I feel alive like never before
Nirvana
Peace
Death
Life
Lust
Hate
And love
All things you have given me in one sip
Why then should I not hunt you?
Sacha Vycros on Beckett when asked the obvious
- by xXYaoi is LoveXx |
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- | Submitted on 01/12/2010 |
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- Title: Taste?
- Artist: xXYaoi is LoveXx
- Description: Ok this small excerpt is set in the White Wolf: Vampire the Masquerade setting. The idea is every person's blood has a different taste. It may not actually be a flavor, it could be a feeling ect. The Blair (A custom clan) believe each of them (and in theory other vampires as well) have a specific taste they prefer. This excerpt is narated by Sacha Vykros a Vampire who constantly hunts and torments his rival Becket. He goes into this naration after Becket asks him why he continues to persue him.
- Date: 01/12/2010
- Tags: vampire masquerade becket bloodlines whitewolf
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- Skye_Fuller - 01/03/2011
- Sounds like a cool story, I'd read it. 5/5
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