Deadly Nightshade Posted February 9, 2003 Report Posted February 9, 2003 Your blood is sweet as it runs down my throat like wine I hold you close for now you are mine I drop your body to the ground with a pound from that moment forth there is not a sound Your life means nothing but your blood is sweet and I thank you for the life giving treat
The Portrait of Zool Posted February 9, 2003 Report Posted February 9, 2003 Dark - dark red, too! Rather macabre and kind of short, but well done. Would love to see more.
Rune Posted February 11, 2003 Report Posted February 11, 2003 Good luck on your application! ^__^ - and welcome to the pen.
Wyvern Posted February 16, 2003 Report Posted February 16, 2003 As Deadly Nightshade licks off the small spots of blood that remain on her lips, a confident grin spreads over her face which reveals two elegant fangs... Satisfied with her application and confident that she'll impress the Elder of Initiates with her poem, the eager applicant immediatly heads to the Recruiter's Office door and is about to knock on it when she notices a makeshift sign that has been posted on the doors mantle. On the sign, there has been sloppily written in jagged, red letters: "Wyvern Inc., Blood Bank. Now serving free* samples!" *(implies "relatively free") Raising an eyebrow curiously at the writing, Deadly Nightshade hesitantly knocks on the door only to find that it's unlocked... Gently pushing the door open and entering Wyvern's Office, the applicant's eyes widen as she's greeted by several shelves lined with bottles of red liquid, along with the pleasant aroma of fresh blood... After Nightshade has taken a good look around the Office, she is greeted by Grouchy the Elder Dwarf, who is dressed in a lab coat that greatly exceeds his size. The mini-Elder also holds a rack of fizzling test tubes in his arms, which he places on the ground in order to be able to greet the new applicant properly. Grumbeling to himself, Grouchy takes out a tape player that has the prerecorded voice of Wyvern on it and hits the "play" button. There is a moment of static, and then the distinct hiss of Wyvern's voice is heard: "Welcome to Wyvern Inc. Blood Bank - Pen division! A place where blood experts can take a short trip to paradise while newcomers to the wonderfull world of bloodclots can learn all about the fun of gangrene! Take a tour, complete with free samples, today! The cost is only one Pen application!" With that, the recording stops and static once again resumes its monotonous crackle. Placing the tape recorder back in his pocket and extending the palm of his hand, Grouchy turns to Nightshade expecting some sort of Pen application. The delighted applicant immediatly complies to this demand, handing her application poem to the Elder Dwarf while grinning broadly at the thought of being able to taste a wide variety of bloods. Grouchy nods after recieving her poem and proceeds to direct her on a tour around the various shelves while pointing out different kinds of bottled blood... ...as Grouchy directs Deadly Nightshade around the Office, he completely forgets about the rack of fizzling test tubes he had left on the Office floor... "To your right..." grumbles Grouchy, pointing to a series of blood bottles located on Nightshade's right side "... there's the first series of bottled blood unique to the Pen. They contain Blood Type P++..." "P++?" questions the curious applicant, taking a sample taste of the blood and cringing slightly at its highly acidic nature. "It's a very strong taste... what's in it?" "Ol' Peculiar." explains Grouchy in a typically grouchy manner "A very strong alcoholic beverage often consumed around these parts, which filters into the blood and renders it highly acidic..." Turning to another bottle excitedly, Nightshade takes a taste of the stuff in the bottle labeled "Blood Type Z", intrigued by the interesting name. She is surprised to find that the blood is extremely chewy... "What's this?!" asks Deadly Nightshade delightedly, pointing to the "Blood Type Z" bottle while chewing on the red fluid happily. "That's Zool's Rubber Chickens' blood..." explains Grouchy in a hoarse, tired voice. "It's widely known for its elasticity..." ...neither Grouchy nor Nightshade take notice of the forgotten rack of test tubes, which now has fizzling fluid overflowing from it in large amounts... "To your left..." notes Grouchy, pointing to the shelves on Nightshade's left side "... we come to the last item of our tour, a special "Blood Megamix" donated to us gratefully from the Pen member Vlad the Imploder. It's a mixture of numerous blood types..." Nightshade immediatly takes a bottle of "Blood Megamix" off the shelf and licks her lips upon reading the ingredients listed on the back, placing it in a doggy bag and turning once again to her tour guide. Grouchy grumbles "Hope you enjoyed the tour..." before stamping Nightshade's application "ACCEPTED". ... Grouchy and Nightshade don't notice the living blob that had formed from the overflow of the fizzling test tubes as it slowly crawls out of the office. OOC: An ACCEPTED application, Deadly Nightshade... welcome to the Mighty Pen! Be sure to post your e-mail address here or e-mail me at elitwack90@hotmail.com so that I can send you some additional Pen info...
Canid Posted February 16, 2003 Report Posted February 16, 2003 Hmm... I wouldn't describe blood as sweet personally. Salty; maybe. It definately has a rather unique metallic odour, but I've never noticed any sugary taste. *Canid sucks on the occassional papercut.... * *The wolf wonders around in the waiting room of the applicants, looking at the various crayon drawings Wyvern had put up advertising his new blood bank when a 'thing' wiggles past her rappidly on the floor. Her predatory instincts and curiosity kick in rapidly and the 'thing' doesn't last long. "Mmm, fizzy. "*
Deadly Nightshade Posted February 18, 2003 Author Report Posted February 18, 2003 My e mail is Elf Sorcery@aol.com
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