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Sliver Rifa has a minion!

Zeron the Devel

Sliver Rifa

The

Common Experiment #0507
Owner:

Age: 6 years, 6 months, 1 week

Born: November 15th, 2006

Adopted: 6 years, 6 months, 1 week ago (Legacy)

Adopted: November 15th, 2006 (Legacy)

Statistics

Level: 126
Strength: 301
Defense: 303
Speed: 300
Health: 299
HP: 299/299
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Profile

Name: Sliver Rifa
Age: 24
Height: 1.89m
Sexuality: Heterosexual

Info

Streetlights shine like yellow diamonds or drops of gold, spilling across the street and into eyes and staining everything the color of malaria. The women lined up against the brick wall wait to get into the club as if they don't notice all the golden light. It falls across them and bathes them in yellow, and their pale skin looks sickly in that shade. They are a smorgasbord of legs and breasts hidden by thin wrappers of lamé and pleather.

Sliver likes the one on the end. Her hair is thick like the mane of a lion - but so dark. So dark. Her skin is just dark enough to turn a different shade of gold in light, one less sickly but no more appealing. It doesn't much matter. Her legs are muscled, and her exposed stomach show abs the result of months of weight training. Sliver knows that regardless of the color of the light shining on her, that woman would feel like a Ducati in his hands. He could make her scream with his touch.

She'd also look better with a knife in her chest. They all would. If only he had enough knives. If only Rex hadn't been so specific. Sliver wants to play. He wants to study their forms and their curves in shades of red. Slick red blood. It's warm and wet, and between his first finger and his thumb, it slides and slips smoother than water. It's sticky, and Sliver likes the thick, heavy scent of it. Metallic and sour.

Sliver waits under the street lamp, feeling the golden light showering down around him. He feels like a statue in a museum, surrounded by his admirers. He wants to slice them all, to feel their blood between his fingers and on his face.

There.

In the line at the far end of the block. His assignment, a squat, toady man with a marshy brown trench coat, keeps rolling up onto the balls of his feet. He wants to see. He wants to get into the bar. He wants a drink.

There's a roll in his shoulders the way men get when they want a drink. Sliver knows he wants a drink. Something hard, like whiskey, sweet and souring. It would make his mouth taste old and rotten. Sliver isn't supposed to sleep with the man, only follow him. No sex and no blood, Rex said. He may as well have said, you can't have any fun, Sliver.

If only the man would give up. He would go home to his bed, to his woman, and Sliver could come back here, to the street corner under the yellow light, and find himself a woman he could slice to ribbons, one who would maybe slice him back.

Favorite quotes

Giving pleasure to another isn't about being a man or a woman. Sex and pleasure is genderless.

Important Notes

Coding and graphics by me, . Human art by shading by me, . Pet overlay: Lineart by and colored by me. Story written by . Demon head by me. Based on an old fanfic character by Jenny Lundin