Daemon/Graysfang Chat Log 2 (July 18th)
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birthrightgreenAfter this.
DAEMON: *goes looking for Graysfang*
GRAYSFANG: *is happily chewing on leather strap*
DAEMON: *pets the wolf*
GRAYSFANG: *wags his tail* *Daemon!*
DAEMON: *Little Brother*
GRAYSFANG: *Surreal went shopping*
DAEMON: *So I hear. I think she's besotted.*
GRAYSFANG: *tilts his head* *Besotted?*
DAEMON: *makes an impatient gesture* *She is infatuated with him.*
GRAYSFANG: *slight growl*
DAEMON: *growls as well*
GRAYSFANG: *Why do you think she's infatuated?*
DAEMON: *dryly* *I think she went a bit overboard on gifts, don't you?*
GRAYSFANG: *What do you normally get for gifts?*
DAEMON: *it's not a what, it's a how much. I think a book or two would have sufficed. or maybe a nice bottle of wine.*
GRAYSFANG: *Oh.* *frowns, if wolves frown*
DAEMON: *growls again*
GRAYSFANG: *what should we do?*
DAEMON: *moodily* *There's nothing we can do. It's her choice.*
GRAYSFANG: *Is he...besotted, too?*
DAEMON: *snarls* *Unlikely.*
GRAYSFANG: *snarls, too* *He should be*
DAEMON: *Of course he should be.*
GRAYSFANG: *slight whimper* *Falonar was not besotted*
DAEMON: *No. Although I do have questions about his sanity.*
GRAYSFANG: *quietly, a bit nervously, like he's not supposed to tell* *She hurt. Cried*
DAEMON: *snarls again, wondering if it's too late to go looking for the prick*
GRAYSFANG: *I don't want her to cry again*
DAEMON: *neither do I, Little Brother. Neither do I.*
GRAYSFANG: *She wasn't...besotted with Falonar*
DAEMON: *No?*
GRAYSFANG: *No. But she still cried*
DAEMON: *looks around for something to break*
GRAYSFANG: *watches him, slightly wary at the waves of anger*
DAEMON: *glares at a vase, it explodes. Then another.* *He'd better not hurt her.*
GRAYSFANG: *jumps a little, thinking humans are far more violent than Kindred* *He's strong, Daemon. No Jewels. But. Power. Scary.*
DAEMON: *turns to look at the wolf, eyes glinting* *And?*
GRAYSFANG: *What if he...What is he?*
DAEMON: *growls, knowing he won't be able to explain it to the wolf* *He is me. I am him. Bah.*
GRAYSFANG: *tilts his head* *You are him?* *patiently* *You're not him. Surreal is not besotted with you*
DAEMON: *sighs* *You know the Alpha wolf of your pack?*
GRAYSFANG: *Yes!*
DAEMON: *nods* *And if something happens to the
DAEMON: *to the Alpha of your pack, there will be another Alpha, correct?*
GRAYSFANG: *Yes. A new Alpha will take control*
DAEMON: *Yes. So there is always an Alpha, an idea of an Alpha. Do you understand?*
GRAYSFANG: *slightly uncertain* *An idea of an Alpha....yes*
DAEMON: *He is the idea of a Black-Jeweled Warlord Prince.*
GRAYSFANG: *doubtfully* *He seemed to be more than an idea, Daemon. I don't think Surreal was mating with an idea*
DAEMON: *yes, he is more. in his Realm, the Idea of something... For instance, the Idea of an Alpha, takes on a life of its own. You might say he's the Idea of an Alpha, the very essence of an Alpha, come to life.*
DAEMON: *Not the current Alpha, not the future Alpha, but everything that makes up an Alpha, living and breathing.*
GRAYSFANG: *confused yelp, trying to work through it* *So he is like you. And the High Lord. And himself too?*
DAEMON: *pleased* *Yes. exactly.*
GRAYSFANG: *little frustrated growl* *Does that mean he is Blood?*
DAEMON: *In a way, it does. In a way, it means he is an Alpha wolf. Or a unicorn Stallion.*
[Daemon!mun: ((*snorts* now there's imagery...))
Surreal!mun: ((*giggles* *refrains from commenting on his horn*))
Daemon!mun: ((*dies dead*))]
GRAYSFANG: *Then we can't argue to her that he's not Blood?*
DAEMON: *grumbles* *Unlikely. If Jaenelle did not have her Jewels, would she still be Blood to you?*
GRAYSFANG: *Of course! She is Witch*
DAEMON: *slight smile* *She is who she is, regardless. As is he.*
GRAYSFANG: *disgruntled* *Oh.*
DAEMON: *grumbles some more*
GRAYSFANG: *Are you sure she's besotted?*
DAEMON: *moodily* *She certainly acts it.*
GRAYSFANG: *Because of the gifts?*
DAEMON: *just as disgruntled as the wolf was a minute ago* *Because she's acting all girlish.*
GRAYSFANG: *head tilt* *Girlish?*
DAEMON: *eyes the wolf* *I think we'd best leave that for another day.*
GRAYSFANG: *little whine*
DAEMON: *gentle pat* *Let's not complicate things now, Little Brother.*
GRAYSFANG: *Falonar did not wear darker Jewels than she did*
DAEMON: *blinks* *No, he didn't. So?*
DAEMON: *chuckles* Ahh.
GRAYSFANG: *stares at him*
DAEMON: *You're right. Falonar... not so much intimidated by her as wanted someone he could protect. What he didn't realize was that she had something he could protect, after all.*
GRAYSFANG: *She did?*
DAEMON: *chuckles* *Her heart, silly wolfling.*
GRAYSFANG: *Oh. This one is stronger than her, though*
DAEMON: *dryly* *And hopefully smarter than Falonar.*
GRAYSFANG: *Or you will try to hurt him?*
DAEMON: *cold little smile* *That depends on whether she can get me to promise not to before I get to him.*
GRAYSFANG: *She doesn't like fussing*
DAEMON: *blandly* *You noticed that?*
GRAYSFANG: *She snarls*
DAEMON: *she does.*
GRAYSFANG: *She didn't want Falonar hurt. She worried*
[Surreal!mun: ((Surreal: "I'm so never telling that little tale teller anything ever again."))]
DAEMON: *And I didn't hurt him, did I?*
GRAYSFANG: *No...*
DAEMON: *scowls* *I wonder who she'd worry about more were I to have a talk with him.*
GRAYSFANG: *little wag of his tail* *You're family.*
DAEMON: *long look*
GRAYSFANG: *something seems to nudge at his brain* *If he is the idea of you and the High Lord, does that mean Surreal is besotted with you or the High Lord?*
[Surreal!mun: ((Surreal: *stares, appalled and horrified at the idea*))]
DAEMON: *stares at the wolf* *Let's go to the kitchen, Little Brother. You look hungry.*
GRAYSFANG: *bounces up eagerly*
DAEMON: *mumbling*
GRAYSFANG: *What?*
DAEMON: *Nothing at all. Steak? We can probably find you one. Raw, even.*
GRAYSFANG: *Steak?!*
DAEMON: *Sure. Or perhaps rabbit?*
[Surreal!mun: ((Surreal is no seriously going to kill him…don't ask which him))]
GRAYSFANG: *almost dancing* *Rabbit?*
DAEMON: *perhaps both. Let's see what we can find.*
GRAYSFANG: *all right*
OOC commentary afterward:
Daemon!mun: *snickering madly*
Surreal!mun: *snorts* Surreal: I am not besotted with anyone.
Daemon!mun: poor surreal.
Daemon!mun: *giggling madly*
Surreal!mun: She's horrified.
Surreal!mun: She's like "Daemon? I'm not besotted. Not with him. Not with you. Not with your father. Going to hurt the wolf."
Daemon!mun: I'd pet her if I thought she wouldn't rip my hand off.
DAEMON: *goes looking for Graysfang*
GRAYSFANG: *is happily chewing on leather strap*
DAEMON: *pets the wolf*
GRAYSFANG: *wags his tail* *Daemon!*
DAEMON: *Little Brother*
GRAYSFANG: *Surreal went shopping*
DAEMON: *So I hear. I think she's besotted.*
GRAYSFANG: *tilts his head* *Besotted?*
DAEMON: *makes an impatient gesture* *She is infatuated with him.*
GRAYSFANG: *slight growl*
DAEMON: *growls as well*
GRAYSFANG: *Why do you think she's infatuated?*
DAEMON: *dryly* *I think she went a bit overboard on gifts, don't you?*
GRAYSFANG: *What do you normally get for gifts?*
DAEMON: *it's not a what, it's a how much. I think a book or two would have sufficed. or maybe a nice bottle of wine.*
GRAYSFANG: *Oh.* *frowns, if wolves frown*
DAEMON: *growls again*
GRAYSFANG: *what should we do?*
DAEMON: *moodily* *There's nothing we can do. It's her choice.*
GRAYSFANG: *Is he...besotted, too?*
DAEMON: *snarls* *Unlikely.*
GRAYSFANG: *snarls, too* *He should be*
DAEMON: *Of course he should be.*
GRAYSFANG: *slight whimper* *Falonar was not besotted*
DAEMON: *No. Although I do have questions about his sanity.*
GRAYSFANG: *quietly, a bit nervously, like he's not supposed to tell* *She hurt. Cried*
DAEMON: *snarls again, wondering if it's too late to go looking for the prick*
GRAYSFANG: *I don't want her to cry again*
DAEMON: *neither do I, Little Brother. Neither do I.*
GRAYSFANG: *She wasn't...besotted with Falonar*
DAEMON: *No?*
GRAYSFANG: *No. But she still cried*
DAEMON: *looks around for something to break*
GRAYSFANG: *watches him, slightly wary at the waves of anger*
DAEMON: *glares at a vase, it explodes. Then another.* *He'd better not hurt her.*
GRAYSFANG: *jumps a little, thinking humans are far more violent than Kindred* *He's strong, Daemon. No Jewels. But. Power. Scary.*
DAEMON: *turns to look at the wolf, eyes glinting* *And?*
GRAYSFANG: *What if he...What is he?*
DAEMON: *growls, knowing he won't be able to explain it to the wolf* *He is me. I am him. Bah.*
GRAYSFANG: *tilts his head* *You are him?* *patiently* *You're not him. Surreal is not besotted with you*
DAEMON: *sighs* *You know the Alpha wolf of your pack?*
GRAYSFANG: *Yes!*
DAEMON: *nods* *And if something happens to the
DAEMON: *to the Alpha of your pack, there will be another Alpha, correct?*
GRAYSFANG: *Yes. A new Alpha will take control*
DAEMON: *Yes. So there is always an Alpha, an idea of an Alpha. Do you understand?*
GRAYSFANG: *slightly uncertain* *An idea of an Alpha....yes*
DAEMON: *He is the idea of a Black-Jeweled Warlord Prince.*
GRAYSFANG: *doubtfully* *He seemed to be more than an idea, Daemon. I don't think Surreal was mating with an idea*
DAEMON: *yes, he is more. in his Realm, the Idea of something... For instance, the Idea of an Alpha, takes on a life of its own. You might say he's the Idea of an Alpha, the very essence of an Alpha, come to life.*
DAEMON: *Not the current Alpha, not the future Alpha, but everything that makes up an Alpha, living and breathing.*
GRAYSFANG: *confused yelp, trying to work through it* *So he is like you. And the High Lord. And himself too?*
DAEMON: *pleased* *Yes. exactly.*
GRAYSFANG: *little frustrated growl* *Does that mean he is Blood?*
DAEMON: *In a way, it does. In a way, it means he is an Alpha wolf. Or a unicorn Stallion.*
[Daemon!mun: ((*snorts* now there's imagery...))
Surreal!mun: ((*giggles* *refrains from commenting on his horn*))
Daemon!mun: ((*dies dead*))]
GRAYSFANG: *Then we can't argue to her that he's not Blood?*
DAEMON: *grumbles* *Unlikely. If Jaenelle did not have her Jewels, would she still be Blood to you?*
GRAYSFANG: *Of course! She is Witch*
DAEMON: *slight smile* *She is who she is, regardless. As is he.*
GRAYSFANG: *disgruntled* *Oh.*
DAEMON: *grumbles some more*
GRAYSFANG: *Are you sure she's besotted?*
DAEMON: *moodily* *She certainly acts it.*
GRAYSFANG: *Because of the gifts?*
DAEMON: *just as disgruntled as the wolf was a minute ago* *Because she's acting all girlish.*
GRAYSFANG: *head tilt* *Girlish?*
DAEMON: *eyes the wolf* *I think we'd best leave that for another day.*
GRAYSFANG: *little whine*
DAEMON: *gentle pat* *Let's not complicate things now, Little Brother.*
GRAYSFANG: *Falonar did not wear darker Jewels than she did*
DAEMON: *blinks* *No, he didn't. So?*
DAEMON: *chuckles* Ahh.
GRAYSFANG: *stares at him*
DAEMON: *You're right. Falonar... not so much intimidated by her as wanted someone he could protect. What he didn't realize was that she had something he could protect, after all.*
GRAYSFANG: *She did?*
DAEMON: *chuckles* *Her heart, silly wolfling.*
GRAYSFANG: *Oh. This one is stronger than her, though*
DAEMON: *dryly* *And hopefully smarter than Falonar.*
GRAYSFANG: *Or you will try to hurt him?*
DAEMON: *cold little smile* *That depends on whether she can get me to promise not to before I get to him.*
GRAYSFANG: *She doesn't like fussing*
DAEMON: *blandly* *You noticed that?*
GRAYSFANG: *She snarls*
DAEMON: *she does.*
GRAYSFANG: *She didn't want Falonar hurt. She worried*
[Surreal!mun: ((Surreal: "I'm so never telling that little tale teller anything ever again."))]
DAEMON: *And I didn't hurt him, did I?*
GRAYSFANG: *No...*
DAEMON: *scowls* *I wonder who she'd worry about more were I to have a talk with him.*
GRAYSFANG: *little wag of his tail* *You're family.*
DAEMON: *long look*
GRAYSFANG: *something seems to nudge at his brain* *If he is the idea of you and the High Lord, does that mean Surreal is besotted with you or the High Lord?*
[Surreal!mun: ((Surreal: *stares, appalled and horrified at the idea*))]
DAEMON: *stares at the wolf* *Let's go to the kitchen, Little Brother. You look hungry.*
GRAYSFANG: *bounces up eagerly*
DAEMON: *mumbling*
GRAYSFANG: *What?*
DAEMON: *Nothing at all. Steak? We can probably find you one. Raw, even.*
GRAYSFANG: *Steak?!*
DAEMON: *Sure. Or perhaps rabbit?*
[Surreal!mun: ((Surreal is no seriously going to kill him…don't ask which him))]
GRAYSFANG: *almost dancing* *Rabbit?*
DAEMON: *perhaps both. Let's see what we can find.*
GRAYSFANG: *all right*
OOC commentary afterward:
Daemon!mun: *snickering madly*
Surreal!mun: *snorts* Surreal: I am not besotted with anyone.
Daemon!mun: poor surreal.
Daemon!mun: *giggling madly*
Surreal!mun: She's horrified.
Surreal!mun: She's like "Daemon? I'm not besotted. Not with him. Not with you. Not with your father. Going to hurt the wolf."
Daemon!mun: I'd pet her if I thought she wouldn't rip my hand off.
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