Letting himself be pulled away with a startled gasp, Crire was trembling as Valturez wrenched him from Xezriel's side, his breath heavy and coming in strained gasps.
He was easily separated from the demoness in the bed, his eyes fogged over, claws having dug into his own side at that sudden sting of pain he'd felt, but it was nothing too bad.
He sighed as he caught his breath, looking up at Valturez with strangely innocent eyes, a small smile working its way onto exhausted features.
"Did I... Do good?..." he asked, voice laboured by the shadows of pain, penetrating even the energy and youth the demon usually possessed such abundances of.

Making the youth blink in confusion, face as blank as a sheet of paper.
"Come again?..." He said, quickly regaining the lost energy, apparently not aware what he'd just done at all.
So young... So inexperienced...

Making Crire give a small, apologetic chuckle as an expression of realization hit his face, making him straighten up, hands feeling slightly numb from the excessive power lead through them only momen ts ago.
"Ah!... Eh, sorry about that..." He said, feeling embarrassment creep through his cheeks, though he quickly chased it away - fuck, he could use a drink... - and he watched the older demon affectionately tend to his love... He smiled, a small piece of his heart warming up, even chasing away the jealousy he couldn't help but feel...

Making Crire sigh with a relieved, yet exhausted expression, nuzzling back like an affectionate kitten.
"Yeah... Got 'ny beer?..." He asked in his usual rough manner, though he still looked like a youngster in the demon king's eyes.
Giving the demoness in the bed a swift look, he couldn't help but feel... What was that, pride?... Happiness?... Whatever it was, it made him smile and his eyes glow... but not the usual, passionate amber, rather a faintly white light...

Only making Crire shrug as he followed, feeling rather indifferent about whichever kind of alcohol he had, as long as he just had some.
"Purgatory-Wine, then?... I don't really care, just any kind of alcohol that isn't clinical..." He said with a small smile, already missing his ability to summon just that wine at will... It was his favourite, after all, sweet and tangy, yet burning the throat as it went down, a small after-taste of mortal pain and brimstone... The perfect combination of flavours.

Though Crire's eyes lit up immediately as he saw this immense selection, having been born a creature of pleasure and utmost exquisiteness.
"I never understood how anyone could not enjoy a good glass of wine..." He mumbled as he inspected the numerous beverages.
Looking over the many bottles carefully, his eyes shone as he spotted a particularly good one, gently touching it, turning to look at Valturez, his hand still on the neck, lightly and delicately.
"May I?..." he asked, sounding almost... polite!

Which only made Crire shrug as he gently pulled the bottle out of its rack, inspecting it even closer, a rather professional expression on his face.
"Y'know... I figured, why not enjoy what you can?... After all, it's left for the angels to sit on their asses in solitude, shunning everything called pleasure..." A small, bitter chuckle followed his words...
"Idiot feather-brains... Their loss, I say." He said resolutely with a small, slightly dark chuckle as he summoned a goblet of dark crystal, pouring himself some of the red liquid, a pleased look on his face, if a little bitter...
Remarkably similar to the wine.

Making Crire chuckle and lift his goblet for Valturez, graceful and dark at the same time.
"Nah, I wouldn't touch 'em with a 40-foot pole... bunch o' little stuck-up prudes..." A smirk, then a chuckle.
"But making them fall sounds like a fun pastime~" He says, taking a sip, savouring the taste to its fullest.

found it! This is what you were talking about, yes?

I'll use the one that you began with!

Trixzie smiled as one of her victem stags went running away from her and her blood began to drain from her ears. She then set her wings down and her red eyes change the glowing gold that were always full of sparks.

She ruffled her fur and began to walk and be happy she was now once more in controll of her body and didn't feel to pursue the stag. She then stopped hearing hoof beats coming. She smiled, the stag was back now was he?

She ruffled her fur and her wings rose and her eyes turned red again, and she planted her hooves on the ground. As she readied herself to see the same stag, she was surprised to see a deer fall flat infront of him.

Trixzie, as she was no longer in controll of herself once more, approached the deer, her ears erect and he nostrills flaring, but for some reason she didn't attack, she didn't know who this deer was. "Who are you?!" she demanded, standing a few feet away from the deer.

(sry its a bit long XD Evrything you need to know about Trixzie is here Make sure you read the appearence link if you want to know whats up with her not being able to controll herself ^^)

Trixzie's eyes hit a spark of amusement at the deer's fear. "hmm hmm" she said wonderingly, circling him. Her nose shrivled as she smelt his decay. "Ugh!" she complained, sneezing. "What is that smell!" She demanded, standing infront of him, but continued on before he could answer. "So what exactly happened to you?" She asked, sounding demanding and ditrumined to know.

She kept her red eyes on him, but they were a tinge of orange showing she was a bit more in controll of her body, but not totally. She flipped her eyes at the seemingly half dead deer, a grim smile on her face.

Trixzie felt anger run through her. "Speak up I say!" She snapped, "That is no way to talk!" She began once again circling him, part of her urging the stag to leave but the other wanting to keep teasing his feelings around.

"Why do you act in such a way?" she continued, "You ARE a male aren't you?" She asked, trying to poke his emotions. She stopped infront of him and leaned in, "Aren't you going to order a female like ME around?" She said, a bit of a sneer on her face, taunting him

Another spark of amusement sparked in Trixzie's eyes and she let out a dark chuckle. "You could be quite useful." She said once again circling him. "If only you could get rid of that little bit of frightenedment." She stopped and turned her body to the stag's side. "Maybe you could actually learn how to fight and became less of the doe you look like." SHe said tauntingly.

She then turned her back and walked a little feet away, and turned her head. "Are you coming or are you just going to stand there like a confused fawn?" She asked, once again taunting.

Trixzie smiled at the anterless stags quick mood change, and she jumped on the opprotunity. She quickly turned around, and lowered her head tauntingly. "Oh yeah?" She asked, taking a step forward. "A REAL stag would know how to fight and wouldn't run away like a coward." She rose her head and shook her black hair from her face. "Only does do that." She said with a smirk.

Trixzie snickered. "Obviously more than you!" she said flipping her head more upward. "I've been with many stags and they FEAR me. I know how they act and your seem to be quite the opposite. ALL stags, males, stallions, bucks, you name it know, how to fight, even some does such as myself."

She took a step forward "do you want to know how to fight and take charge or do you just want to be pushed and bossed around your whole life, hoping some other stag will save you?" she taunted.

"Oh yeah?" Trixzie asked tauntingly. "Try and hit my side, no, I'll make it easier for you; try and hit me anywhere period." Trixzie dared and quickly added, "if your 'stag' enough to even get that close to me." A sly smile appeared over her face. She was actaully quite happy she had stumbled upon this fellow, it made her night a bit more exciting and out of her routinely pattern of frightening hopeless romantic stags searching for hinds.

Trixzie let out a mrrrrraa of laughter at the threat and darted her eyes at the stag as he circled her, turning her head slightly so she could see behind her whenever he walked behind her. Her wings, being gently swayed by the wind, kept their position while her red eyes kept her mocking attitude in place as she waited for the antleredless stag to make his move, her muscles loose ready to dance on the wind when he tried to strike. "come come now." she said "I won't hurt you... that badly." her voice rang out from her skull mask as her body became looser to the wind.

"Oh, this isn't. Just something more fun to do rather than terrorizing bullying stags." She said with a smirk. Deep inside though, she really did want to help him, maybe not the dragon side of her, but the deer side of her wanted to help him. The deer side knew he was probably bullied and she didn't want it to happen again to him. Trixzie's dragon side immidiatly pushed the thought away, she wasn't helping him! (I'm just merely toying with his emotions, nothing more. Why would I want to help him?) And yet her deer side kept pecking at her.

"Nothing but terrozing other stags," she answered, "but it's always nice to have a change in routine." She said with a small smile on her face. "Of course I'm not ALWAYS like this, angry, sinsister, yotta yotta. I also have a different side you know." She said her wing tips twitching downwards revealing her anger growing less and her dragon being being less controlling.

"WHO's my other side?!" Trixzie blurted out, chuckling. "My other side is still me," she continued "when I get pissed off i turn into this side." She said point blankly. She flapped her wings a bit. "When I position my wings right it, for some reason becomes a mood swing and my eyes change." ALready her mood change was happening, she was becoming more kind wth her wings at different hiehgts. Her eyes started changing back to gold when her dragon self snapped her out of it. Her wings flung back up. "Why do you care?" she almost hissed.

Trixzie let out a snort, feeling a little annoyed now by their game. "Will you hurry up? If you waited this long in battle you'd be dead by --" As she said it her eyes flickered and her wings fell down to her sides, her eyes now glowing gold once more. She shook her head and looked at the deer next to her, and jumped back a bit, forgetting who he was.

"wait ..." she mumbled a bit, trying to now remember what happened when she was in her dragon form. She dug into her thoughts and gained only a little recognition of what the stag was. "Oh yes," she said putting her ears down, now being taken by her flirtatious personality. " I remember you."

Trixzie let out a hum before answering. "I remember I was tormenting you a bit, teasing you, playfully." She said leaning back on her legs a bit as if resting on a him. "That's basically it." She then eyed the stag. "Why haven't you run away yet?" She asked, feeling suspicious. She looked closer "judging on your look you look like one of those frightful guys who runs away at the first sign of danger." she said, knowing he may haven tooken it as an insult.

Trixzie thought about his statement for a second. "You don't know my past," she answered, even though it wasn't a question. "I purposely pick my prey out and then willingly turn into my dragon form." She made a small chuckle. "I'm not a demon!" She then flipped her hair out of her eyes and looked around. "As long as I don't get pissed off or think of my past I'm usually fine."

*siiiiiiiiiigh* I'm bored! Bumping for want of RP!

Swallowing and drawing back as she stepped closer, Dorian made another mental note to seriously not piss this one off. And it showed on his malformed face, as an expression of fear slid across it, making one eye twitch nervously and his ears fall back once more. He really didn't have a poker face at all.
"Charming..." he shuddered, wanting to take another step backwards, but being close to freeze in fear... his body had the worst timing ever...