Leila Rebecca Vixen
Human
Pet ? Talon Mathers
Indulgence ? Entertainer
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
Sticks and Stones may Break my Bones, But Chains and Whips Excite Me
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Post by Leila Rebecca Vixen on May 31, 2013 18:26:08 GMT -5
Arms arched over her head, Leila Rebecca Vixen swirled her hips to the beat. She adored this song, and the beat. It was perfect for where she was right now. In Hell. Figuratively of course, not literally. Technically the floor below her was really hell, she was on the middle floor. Vix worked on all the floors, wherever she happened to be put. She wasn’t one of the strippers, she wasn’t one of the high class call girls, she wasn’t one of the bloodwhroes—that was too much of a risk with her blood being human and her pretending to be an azure—she was just Vix. She was an entertainer. She kept people happy, she brought them drinks, she danced with them, she’d even fuck them.
She was a kink, into the more masochistic things in life, and the person who had offered her the job—not Talon, she hadn’t met him until later and that had been a lasting impression, to say the least. One bite and she was his. Literally—had warned her about that, but that was perfectly fine. She wanted a job like that, it was perfect for her. And here she was It gave her what she wanted and pay her all at the same time. She even let people hit her. Heck, she preferred when they did. Vix was into pretty much everything after all. But hey, she figured she could do well in this job, and she ended up with more regulars than she could stand, and this was usually because of something that was very special to her. Many people wanted her because she was a challenge.
Considering Vix never screamed. They always wanted her to scream.
Her sprawling vine and rose tattoo on her right shoulder was entirely exposed, on purpose. She had redone her ink in the azure blue before people had started making you prove you were a vamp to get that color. She had noticed when the tides had begun to change and she had taken advantage of it. Now peope assumed her vamp because of her attitude and the color of her tats. Her outfit that she wore to this club left little to the imagination. The red, still semi-healing lacerations on her back were perfectly visible, mostly due to the fact that the only back to the shimmering black shirt she wore were two ties, at the small of her back and the back of the neck. She had finally managed to figure that the cuts she had sustained from her last lover were healed enough to come out, which was why she had crashed at Talon’s place so long. His place was better than hers and it was farther from her usual haunts. She hadn’t wanted to come when she looked like a victim from a horror movie. That was the one thing about her kinks, it always left her more broken looking than she liked.
I’m shiny and I know it
Don’t know why you want to blow it
Need a man who likes it rough
Likes it rough, likes it rough
[/i] She grinned, rolling her leather clad hips again, amused to dance again and waiting for a partner, maybe one that would want more than a quick dance or two. The black D-ring leather cuffs on her were just for fun, not for actual use, no, she was here alone and she wasn’t planning on meeting her lover. Plus, she was just healing so she was trying to stay away from her usual kinks for the night. Unless the opportunity presented itself, in which case she’d happily give a lover what they wanted. People were so tense in today’s age, sometimes they just needed to let out that aggression, and Vix was happy to provide her services. Talon had given her the number to a damn good healer and she got fixed up on his dime, so why not? Usually people would come up to her though if she hung around with a drink. Or danced. Usually Vix’s lithe body dancing caught the attention of a partner or two, usually. If that didn’t work, her icy blue eyes, flashing with amusement currently, usually caught some form of attention. She was a beauty and she knew it. She used it to get herself a partner…or two…or three. Vix could handle a lot. She liked pain. It turned her on. Why else would she work where she was? I Like It Rough. Perfect name for a song, perfect name for a song that played over the speakers, the beat throbbing and making her heart beat in time to it, making her want what she wanted even more. She had decided she changed her mind. This beat and the way it was making her move, it made her want something more. Something so much more, and it was making the heat in body grow and made her crave something more than a just a dance. Even if there was no sex involved, that didn’t matter. She just wanted something more than a dance tonight. She had been out of commission for a week. She hated being still so long. She didn’t care what they called her. Vix or Bex, Lala or Leila, Vixen or Rebecca, Reba or LB. It didn’t batter as long as they got this show on the road. She was so ready for more. Give me more, she practically wanted to yell it. She had been so bored lately, wouldn’t someone entertain her for longer than a few minutes? Or had all the truly badass people in this town already had a taste of Vixen? The tough ass human who played at being a vampire to keep herself safe now a days. She looked around the second floor of Indulgence, humming the tune to herself, her icy blue eyes flashing with an unusual heat as she did. Would no one entertain her tonight? She certainly hoped so, she thought with a mischievous little smirk. Words: 1002 Muse: Wooooo good Comments: Vixey wants to play lol[/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Isadora Mariah Diardo on Sept 4, 2013 22:00:01 GMT -5
 Hit me you CAN'T HURT ME It seemed that Isadora was making an appearance more and more lately. While she most certainly wasn't complaining about that little fact she was wondering if perhaps the little twit's mind was breaking. Either that or Isadora was merely becoming stronger. She liked both options very much, she liked when she got to come out and play and the longer she got to do that the happier she became. Isadora liked the times she was free to do what she wanted, of course who wouldn't like that, and she took advantage as best she could. There was one thing that she had yet to do, one thing that had escaped her grasp each and every time she got to come out and play. And that was watching someone die. How fascinating it must be to watch the light flicker from a persons eyes, to watch them still, or see them struggle against the inevitable.
She'd come close, oh yes she had, several times she'd had her hands soaked in the blood of others. She'd never gotten the final kill in though, various events had robbed her of that prize and it had only made her want more and more. The woman leaned against the bar, nursing her drink while her eyes lazed over the crowd. Oh she wanted to kill, the urge, the instinct, was almost overbearing. However she wasn't here to kill. Not just yet anyways. She didn't want some random person taken from a club, oh no, she wanted her first kill to be special. Perhaps that would only cause problems, but there were a few people she was especially eager to choke the life out of. They would be her first victims, not some poor unfortunate soul who had the misfortune of running into her in a crowded club. Not that the idea of killing anyone on the floor wasn't appealing, because it was.
She could look at any one of the party-goers and see them lying dead, or bleeding, or begging for her mercy. That she imagined would be the best part. Their pleas for her mercy, for her to stop. But she wouldn't, she'd only be encouraged, only be pushed onwards by the pathetic begging. All the thoughts of death and blood that tumbled through her head were only serving to make her antsy and excited. Her chocolate eyes shifted through the crowd, looking for someone who could perhaps entertain her, settle her need for blood and violence. Her eyes lingered on a young looking man, attractive and dark, until a sight much more appealing caught her gaze. A woman, whose back had still red marks across the smooth skin.
Isadora was, of course, immediately drawn to the lasting evidence of something violent and before she quite realized what she was doing she was moving forward, drink forgotten on the bar and her gaze intent on the woman's back. Ohh, did those look just deliciously painful. Pain was something Isadora both enjoyed inflicting greatly and loved to feel herself. She was no stranger to pain, and she hadn't found a pain too great for her. Nor had she found anyone who wasn't willing to scream when she pushed them too far. She made little sound as she came up behind the woman, unashamed to immediately press into the other woman's personal space, fingers reaching out to run over one of the lacerations, the touch deceptively gentle. "Did someone hurt you baby?" Her tone was low, murmured softly to the woman, teasing. WORDS idk, too lazy to check TAGGED vix NOTES i don't know what to say about her TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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Leila Rebecca Vixen
Human
Pet ? Talon Mathers
Indulgence ? Entertainer
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
Sticks and Stones may Break my Bones, But Chains and Whips Excite Me
Posts: 14
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Post by Leila Rebecca Vixen on Sept 6, 2013 20:46:46 GMT -5
Vix figured her back didn’t look too damn bad. She didn’t look like an accident victim anymore and she had spent the time while the raw and bleeding sores had been healing on her stomach in Talon’s guest room, mooching off of him and his food because his place was farther from her usual haunts so it kept her from going out as easily. Mostly she slept and let it heal, because that was the only damn thing she could do. She had a healer do what they could and then did the whole waiting thing.
But the waiting thing, that was what got to her. So long without her fixes! How was she supposed to survive doing nothing but normal shit like sleep and eat. She needed to get out, she needed to party, to entertain, to piss those off that she cared about because that’s how she was. She needed the pain she craved, and she did so crave it more than a normal person, and she needed fucking sex because okay maybe she was a bit of an addict.
Though she didn’t much care if she got that last bit tonight, she’d be happy with just having a little fun, fulfilling some of her other fixes that she craved. So with that burning heat in her ice blue eyes and her need clear behind them, she danced on the dance floor, her healing back plainly clear. For two reasons. The first was practicality: just having a tie at the back of her neck and the small of her back meant that there was no cloth on the bits that were still healing. The second was because it entertained her more than it should to show them off.
Most people that came here knew that she was a kink, they knew what she craved. She had a few constant customers that came to her for just that, to get rid of their aggression on someone that wanted it. To do their best to make her scream because Vix was a stubborn bitch that never screamed. She wanted to make it perfectly clear, and she did by showing those things off and by the D ring cuffs around her wrists. Not that her reputation didn’t proceed her quite clearly but still! She was entertained and that was sort of all that mattered to her in the long run.
She whirled her leather clad hips and closed her eyes for a moment, swirling and whirling, arms arched over her head. She knew she was a lithe, lean figure. She knew she could possibly actually get someone to come over just with that alone. But her eyes soon opened and she scanned the crowd, her lips mouthing the words along with the song that was pounding in her ears, because she enjoyed this song and the lyrics that went along with it. It was just perfect for her current mood, now wasn’t it? She smirked and glanced over the crowd, wondering if she would get a partner.
And it was when she was wondering this that she did indeed get a partner of her own, coming up behind her so she couldn’t see the person coming. Female person, she realized after just a moment—it wasn’t hard to tell the difference, ya know? That didn’t bother Vix at all. She tended to prefer having company of the male persuasion but she was not biased against her fellow female gendered companions. So she was fine with that, entirely.
She didn’t stop her movement, didn’t even pause, as the other woman came into her personal bubble—Vix was fine with people in her personal bubbles for certain reasons and at the club it was always for those certain reasons—she just kept up with her dancing. She did shiver, delisciously, when she felt the woman brush her fingers along her wounds. They were healed enough that such a gentle touch didn’t cause her pain but remembering the fantom pains was enough to make that lovely shudder roll through her and fuck she enjoyed it. She had been out of the game a long time, even those slightly touches she enjoyed.
She murmured, and Vix caught the teasing tone and grinned. She tossed her hair so she could look over her shoulder. Pretty, the one behind her. She pouted, playfully, and whispered right on back at her. ”Oh, only after I begged them too” she murmured, quite happily. Not totally true, but not completely a lie either. She had begged for it, but it wasn’t only because she begged, her lover that night had done it quite happily, without much encouragement. Vix had just wanted to beg, make it go harder, make it more. Vix never lied, she just never told the whole truth either. Too many Fey books growing up.
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Post by Isadora Mariah Diardo on Sept 8, 2013 21:05:44 GMT -5
Hit me you CAN'T HURT ME Isadora had noticed something rather peculiar as of late. Something that she most certainly wasn't opposing, but something that was just a bit curious. Since coming to the city Isadora had been gaining control far more often than Izzy was staying in control. While the other woman was still very much unaware of Isadora, it was noticeable that most of her time was spent in the recesses of the shared mind, instead at the forefront. What was causing her to retain control for so long escaped Isadora, but she wasn't about to linger upon that for to long. Not while she had the freedom to do as she wanted when she wanted without being forced back into the prison that was the recess of Izzy's mind. Oh no, she was going to enjoy herself as much as she could while she had this unique freedom.
And her freedom demanded she tend to her darker desires, the call of blood and the burn of lust was high within the woman, even before she laid eyes upon the still red slashes that adorned a very attractive woman's back. Isadora had no preferences when it came to gender, while she found a man's hand hit heavier than a woman's, she liked the way a woman sounded when she expressed her crueler intentions. So she approached the woman, her fingers reaching to trace the lacerations on her back, Isadora's words low and seductive as she spoke in the woman's ear. The woman's retort had her laughing lowly, already simply delighted by the nights progressions and she'd just engaged in contact with this woman. Her excitement over finding what seemed to be a rather willing victim was almost palpable as her fingers moved from the lacerations, tracing up her back.
Nimble fingers followed the curve of the woman's neck, slim digits curled over the other woman's chin, intent on keeping the woman's face turned towards her. "Wouldn't that be such a sweet sound" She murmured, closing in even more, pressing in on the other woman's space. She felt the need to tighten her hold on the other woman's chin, curl her fingers against skin, dig nails past the smooth flesh. But she wouldn't, not yet, oh no. The other woman, as she'd noticed, liked pain obviously, and what was even more sweeter than the feeling of incurring pain in one, was drawing it out, making them suffer, making those who want it wait for the pain. Sweet torture if she was to impart her own opinion on it. "Why don't you tell me your name baby"
WORDS idk, too lazy to check TAGGED vix NOTES another horrid one i know TEMPLATE BY WE WERE INFINITE ! OF CAUTIO 2.0 |
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Leila Rebecca Vixen
Human
Pet ? Talon Mathers
Indulgence ? Entertainer
played by reesa [/size][/i][/center]
Sticks and Stones may Break my Bones, But Chains and Whips Excite Me
Posts: 14
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Post by Leila Rebecca Vixen on Sept 9, 2013 20:57:31 GMT -5
Vix oh so much so enjoyed that she had gotten a partner, that she had attracted someone to her. It thrilled her even more that what had gotten her noticed were the delicious still healing wounds on her back. Because that, to her, spoke of promising things to come. Oh, yes it did because it meant she had found someone who might want to cause more. To give her the pain she craved almost as much as she craved other pleasures such as sex and good wine. Or perhaps more than she craved those things. It depended on the day.
Vix had come in deciding she would play it cool, she was working but that didn’t mean she needed to lead someone away to one of the private rooms just out of the way. She could entertain without having to take off her clothes, after all. But as the night had worn on she had begun craving things again, deep and dangerous things in the pit of her stomach, in her gut. She had wanted more, and more, and that was what had drove her to look for a partner and then be so very satisfied when she had gotten one.
She didn’t much care that it was a woman. She found that they could desire to inflict damage onto her skin just as much as a man did, sometimes more. And she had no real sexual preference if she was going to be honest. She fell into bed with men more than women but that wasn’t really because of her. More other people around her. So that didn’t much deter her from being oh so very pleased. Why would it?
She didn’t stop her movement or her swirling hips, she saw no need to, not until it seemed she got the cue for otherwise. Vix was all about enjoying confidence in dominance in others. It was enough to make a person think she’d be happy to be a pet, as she was. But oh no, Vix was a very dominant persona herself, outside of her more deviant pleasures. She craved respect, she craved it like no other thing and she didn’t want to be seen as some lowly human that was at the level of dirt. In the bedroom, she enjoyed being submissive, being told what to do, being hurt. Outside of it? Fuck that, she had a temper a mile wide when someone even tried something like that.
She turned her head, to look over her shoulder at the woman to reply to the question. The reply had her grinning because it was so very her. The other woman’s hand slid up her back to grasp her chin and keep her that way and Vix, well fuck, she didn’t much mind. Like she said, she enjoyed dominance in others. And they seemed to be heading the way of Vix being okay with not being the dominant party, so no need to trigger her temper. Only Talon really did when they were getting down it it.
”Well, I think others would agree, according to my results” she said, with a tease, because that seemed to just be the way she spoke around people she wanted to keep interested in herself. And hey, she liked to think that it was pretty true, if she could say so herself. Her results spoke for themselves and they often ended up on her skin to speak for her that way as well. She was satsifyed, so why not sound a little bit cocky? She saw nothing wrong with it. She was confident.
She hummed softly when she was asked her name. That was always the question, now, wasn’t it? She closed her eyes and thought a moment. She gave her nicknames depending on how she thought the night would go and most often she gave the nickname everyone knew her by, though from time to time she did give out others. The others went to people who thought they were dominant but truly had just disappointed her and she could sense it before the night had even started, quick enough to give that name so she would know when they called to her what they had been to her.
This one, though, she seemed like she’d be fun. Vix couldn’t be certain, most people couldn’t be certain of anything, now could they? But the grip on her chin and the promise of other things, it made her feel like it was good enough to give her name, the one she often answered to. ”Most people call me Vix” she said. She didn’t give her name, perhaps, as asked but Vix rarely gave out her full name. She had a thing for nicknames and her full name was just a bother.
She opened her eyes to look back at the woman who was still behind her, and grinned ever so slightly. ”And what should I be calling you, sweetheart?”
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