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Here’s another pair of mine, the overly hyper and super quirky Cassandra (and as she likes to stress yes it is pronounced with the overly fancy Awwwndra at the end) and Fang a no nonsense young blood hunter.

Opposites attract in the weirdest of ways haha =3 Here’s a snippet of the sort of torture she puts poor Fang through!

He blinked slightly as she pushed it away then went back to pointing. "Pervert? Then aren't you as much of one as me?" He said with a tilt of his head. "I saw your eyes roamin to my breechcloth a couple of times." He said as he placed his hands on his hips with a tilt of his head, his mandibles flaring a bit in amusement.

“ Ppfft don’t flatter yourself Chuck Norris, if you caught me peeping it’s because you have an awful sense of fashion, loincloths went soOoOoo out with Tarzan back in 1987.” Cassy dismissed Fang’s statement with a wave of her injured hand, taking a step away from him, placing her hands over her bottom. “Besides there’s a major different between staring and touching which you seem at liberty to do, Big. Shot.” She jerked her head in a mechanical like twitch from left to right as she emphasized the last part. Flitting away from Fang to go an examine the dummie he’d been pummeling a little closer.

Fang shook his head, he never would understand Oomans. "Whatever." he muttered as he walked over to place the glaive back in its place, Who the hell was Chuck Norris? Once more he shook his head, wondering if he could get along with this pesky human. Fact of the matter was, is, he was frustrated with her tact. He hardly joked or played around, his main focus having always been on training and nothing else.

“You know.. I always thought it’d be really cool to hang out with aliens… and so far it hasn’t been all that bad.” She mused stroking her chin, circling the dummie. “Then again I’m start’n to have my doubts… freak’n Jake is a gawd damn buzzkill.” She randomly punched the dummie with a snort before firmly planting her hands back on her hips. “He told me I’d have to freak’n hunt something to prove myself worthy or whatever and David Hasselhoff help me I’m a far cry from something hunterly.” She twisted to look back at Fang her mouth contorted into a pout, left eyebrow arched up high as she reached up to tap her temple. “My luck, I’m gonna be offed via skull fucked by one of those Xenothingits..”

Fang snorted slightly and listened to her before letting his combistick snap closed and placing it on his hip. He looked back over at her and crossed his arms in mild annoyance. He had an odd feeling Jake was hopin to just get them together or some bullshit. God only knows really with that guy. Jake peeked in, having his cloaking on, since Fang didn't have his mask on he had no clue about it.

Cassandra sighed a long sigh, her tone softening at sound a little lethargic, gently folding her arms over her belly. She righted herself so that she was facing Fang, “I haven’t seen a look that sour since I went to see those Eastern Island Heads, seriously is you’re heart going to like implode if you smile geez I’d hate to see your sex face.” Cassy crossed her eyes at Fang, hooking her fingers into the side of her mouth and stretching her face as she gave him a raspberry.

Fang raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Probably... that or my head will." He said with a deadpan voice and an arrow straight expression. He went about fixing the dummy and rearranging the practice weapons so they were in their proper areas.

“Which one?” Cassy snorted as she made another face. Lower lip curling down and the upper lip drew up tightly under her crinkled nose, in an ugly sneer, eyelids anchoring low over her honey-green eyes to make her look even angrier. “Shee thith you look juth like thith you ffawcking shour pussh.”

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. He snorted slightly and got his face close to hers. Mimicking her expression as best he could, his upper mandibles curling up high as his lower ones pushed them up, his teeth gritting together. Then he let out a huff as they flared out.

She suddenly reached up and grabbed his lower mandibles, hooking her pointing fingers around them and squeezed. With this new hold on him Cassandra’s face slackened to a softer more sly look and she pressed a hard kiss onto Fang’s mouth. Right on the line where the upper gum and the updrawn lip of flesh met, technically kissing his nose. She held there for a few seconds before pulling back with a loud smack noise, releasing his mandibles and popping his forehead with the palm of her hand. “I don’t know how you managed it buddy but you somehow made yourself look twice as ugly.” With a cackle she turned and quickly walked away from him, “Now if you don’t mind I’ll be retiring for the .. whatever time it is..”

Description
Here’s another pair of mine, the overly hyper and super quirky Cassandra (and as she likes to stress yes it is pronounced with the overly fancy Awwwndra at the end) and Fang a no nonsense young blood hunter.

Opposites attract in the weirdest of ways haha =3 Here’s a snippet of the sort of torture she puts poor Fang through!

He blinked slightly as she pushed it away then went back to pointing. "Pervert? Then aren't you as much of one as me?" He said with a tilt of his head. "I saw your eyes roamin to my breechcloth a couple of times." He said as he placed his hands on his hips with a tilt of his head, his mandibles flaring a bit in amusement.

“ Ppfft don’t flatter yourself Chuck Norris, if you caught me peeping it’s because you have an awful sense of fashion, loincloths went soOoOoo out with Tarzan back in 1987.” Cassy dismissed Fang’s statement with a wave of her injured hand, taking a step away from him, placing her hands over her bottom. “Besides there’s a major different between staring and touching which you seem at liberty to do, Big. Shot.” She jerked her head in a mechanical like twitch from left to right as she emphasized the last part. Flitting away from Fang to go an examine the dummie he’d been pummeling a little closer.

Fang shook his head, he never would understand Oomans. "Whatever." he muttered as he walked over to place the glaive back in its place, Who the hell was Chuck Norris? Once more he shook his head, wondering if he could get along with this pesky human. Fact of the matter was, is, he was frustrated with her tact. He hardly joked or played around, his main focus having always been on training and nothing else.

“You know.. I always thought it’d be really cool to hang out with aliens… and so far it hasn’t been all that bad.” She mused stroking her chin, circling the dummie. “Then again I’m start’n to have my doubts… freak’n Jake is a gawd damn buzzkill.” She randomly punched the dummie with a snort before firmly planting her hands back on her hips. “He told me I’d have to freak’n hunt something to prove myself worthy or whatever and David Hasselhoff help me I’m a far cry from something hunterly.” She twisted to look back at Fang her mouth contorted into a pout, left eyebrow arched up high as she reached up to tap her temple. “My luck, I’m gonna be offed via skull fucked by one of those Xenothingits..”

Fang snorted slightly and listened to her before letting his combistick snap closed and placing it on his hip. He looked back over at her and crossed his arms in mild annoyance. He had an odd feeling Jake was hopin to just get them together or some bullshit. God only knows really with that guy. Jake peeked in, having his cloaking on, since Fang didn't have his mask on he had no clue about it.

Cassandra sighed a long sigh, her tone softening at sound a little lethargic, gently folding her arms over her belly. She righted herself so that she was facing Fang, “I haven’t seen a look that sour since I went to see those Eastern Island Heads, seriously is you’re heart going to like implode if you smile geez I’d hate to see your sex face.” Cassy crossed her eyes at Fang, hooking her fingers into the side of her mouth and stretching her face as she gave him a raspberry.

Fang raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Probably... that or my head will." He said with a deadpan voice and an arrow straight expression. He went about fixing the dummy and rearranging the practice weapons so they were in their proper areas.

“Which one?” Cassy snorted as she made another face. Lower lip curling down and the upper lip drew up tightly under her crinkled nose, in an ugly sneer, eyelids anchoring low over her honey-green eyes to make her look even angrier. “Shee thith you look juth like thith you ffawcking shour pussh.”

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. He snorted slightly and got his face close to hers. Mimicking her expression as best he could, his upper mandibles curling up high as his lower ones pushed them up, his teeth gritting together. Then he let out a huff as they flared out.

She suddenly reached up and grabbed his lower mandibles, hooking her pointing fingers around them and squeezed. With this new hold on him Cassandra’s face slackened to a softer more sly look and she pressed a hard kiss onto Fang’s mouth. Right on the line where the upper gum and the updrawn lip of flesh met, technically kissing his nose. She held there for a few seconds before pulling back with a loud smack noise, releasing his mandibles and popping his forehead with the palm of her hand. “I don’t know how you managed it buddy but you somehow made yourself look twice as ugly.” With a cackle she turned and quickly walked away from him, “Now if you don’t mind I’ll be retiring for the .. whatever time it is..”