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[ :: ] it uh it’s my birthday . Leave me some things ?

venationes

incense came from the depths of the lonely temple in the forest , a nice smell coming from it. sesshomaru sat near the entrance seemingly deep in thought lips curled in a thin line. eyes moved to the other demon that he easily sensed, an eyebrow shooting up.  he scoffed falling so gracefully to the ground white hair falling almost perfectly behind him.    “ a demon king in my temple? what brings you here? “ he  questioned eyes studying the other carefully as though trying to figure out why he had come .

venationes

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                        “ thank you I suppose. “ he stood in one place never really moving though he had no need. he poured himself some sake , hands wrapping around the cup with long claws showing themselves.   “ I cannot take credit for any of it. this was all here before I took up residence “
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pIeonexia

@demonicdogs       “ I came to look at the artwork .” a hand gestures towards the temple walls ; eyes happily taking in the exquisite sight with a quiet hum before his eyes slide back towards the taller demon “ this place , it’s beautiful .”
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venationes

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                     “ there aren’t any sights worth seeing in these parts. “ he sighed deeply eyes closing as he moved away from the giant entrance . “ but I suppose you may come in and look around if you so wish. “ he mused slowly walking to his large temple .
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famiIiar

a king of hell, shall I bow to the one who sits on the throne of greed?       * black & blue eyes stare at the sin with a simple yet strange curiosity , slowly eyes moving up and down before gazing at the paintings lips curled into what could be a called a smile. fingers rub together as they took a step back giving him a long bow before standing eyes meeting in a cold gaze *

Iastwarrior

have you not being seeing that I have been trying to reach you?

pIeonexia

@rottenIust    Wood splintered into delicate skin, blood seeping from between locked fingers as the broken brush falls to the ground . He’s emotionless , gold eyes cold and dull before he stands , a tear falling down his cheek , so small it goes unnoticed ; his voice thick with rage and sorrow as he moves to the other room , his painting abandoned , a demon impaled by a holy weapon and wailing as it died * if I help you , you will never be allowed back in my home again . You will never think of me nor speak of my existence . I will be dead to you , do you understand , lust ? Good . Give me a moment .
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Iastwarrior

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                     pain flashed in chocolate depths as he stared at the other, mouth open and trembling voice a sob . “ HOW DARE YOU ! i came asking for your help and you would turn your back on me ? our FAMILY ? ikari is dying , alex . fine . i’ll go find him myself . i hope all those paintings you hold close burn to the ground with you among them . your a fickle creature and i can’t believe i ever thought you had a heart .”
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pIeonexia

@rottenIust    MORE important ? To who ? YOU ? of course . I must drop EVERYTHING and cater to you , dear brother . Simply because you threw a fit and demand attention . it’s pathetic , really . I wish he had died years ago . Go lick your wounds somewhere else . I grow weary of sparing my affections .
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cursesinc

red eyes focused in the other male , all four of them to be exact. tongue running over sharpened teeth as a chuckle left his lips.     " did you do all of these? " he pointed to what seemed to be the thousands of paintings on the manor walls. such beauty in them. they reminded him of better times. it was almost known that he was something powerful. it moved around him in waves that he could care less about you or your death. yet by the greed sin in front of him there was an ounce of care. an ounce. he slowly moved towards the other his energy demanded attention.  as though nothing else would matter besides him .        " how long did they take to make? years? months? days? " mundane questions the king of curses asked. so mundane compared to anything else he could possibly ask. why not be mundane? a creature that was much like himself. buried in natural instincts to kill and use the humans around them to their advantage and own needs.  that was natural for sakuna . he used the power he had obtained for his own needs and wants  then laughed when sorcerers tried to stop him. he may have died for a time but now he is back and ready to do what he wants. fingers reached and touched the painting in front of him, feeling what emotions were embedded into it. what the paint strokes had to say to him . his eyes closed just in simple feeling then turned to the sin. " how sexy , " he began chuckling head softly tilting ,  " and naughty all in  this one. "  his voice was so deep almost seductive in a way .  trying to lure the sin in with his pure words , arms wide open with a chest decorated in thick black marks filled with power.   " I have never met someone like yourself. I could almost drown. " he murmured  biting down for a moment in pure thought as eyes slowly closed and open a clawed finger resting under the others chin pulling him even closer leaving an inch of space between their bodys, " why don't we get to know each other? it doesn't matter how either , let's just go? "