Samahazai shifted slightly in his bed. Voices normally awoke him but he was too tired to hear them now. Usually his sleep was filled with bizarre dreams, but exhaustion had put him in an inky blackness that would last for 9 hours, barring a determined effort to wake him.


((I don't know how many ...

Samahazai was too busy cracking joints to reply to Dorcas' words. He was already removing his coat, staring blankly at his belt buckle. He reacted to her correction with a quiet "Oh," as if far past disinterested in the answer, replying for politeness' sake. "I don't b'lieve it's the cats, guy ...

Samahazai let his black tangled hair fall back onto his face, having finally wrested itself from the impromptu comb-over he had subjected it to in the streets. He ignored the question of his education almost automatically. Samahazai had taught himself reading and writing; his natural curiosity had ...

Samahazai now sneered openly at her, blackness beginning to creep into the edges of his eyes like inky black roots. "And your humour is an impression of a terrific tight-ass, then?" The Turkish burr was more pronounced with this flare of annoyance. "Apologies for my grammatical errors. My name is ...

Samahazai looked at the creature at this girl's feet with barely masked terror. Samahazai knew that many people kept cats to drive away vermin, something that he thought described his current condition quite accurately. Cats, in his experience, were the animal world's contract killers, bringing ...

((Sorry about that... Summer job / end of year craziness...))

It was at this point that Samahazai had almost tuned the others out, listening with care to Davrib's explanation of the terms under which he might lodge here. The serious and poker-faced expression he had momentarily adopted receded, and ...

Samahazai was half ready to leave after this latest exchange between himself and the old woman. He had counted on their poverty and their shame to grease the wheels of commerce and avoid any unnecessary human interaction. It seems he had stepped on their pride, probably the last thing he had ...

"She means, brother, we are women of a bartigular ilk, and the food is merely incidendal."

Samahazai slid off the counter somewhat sulkily, again creating a cacaphony of jingling metal. His heavy lashes descended halfway down his large eyes in an expression of boredom and with a hint of disdain ...

examples:

INK, n.
A villainous compound of tannogallate of iron, gum-arabic and water, chiefly used to facilitate the infection of idiocy and promote intellectual crime. The properties of ink are peculiar and contradictory: it may be used to make reputations and unmake them; to blacken them and to ...

Okay sorry sorry

I'll figure it out... ?

Samahazai's is probably BLACK DOOR by the Black Keys...
http://www.last.fm/music/The+Black+Keys/_/Black+Door

Not much in terms of lyrics, but it's just so perfectly dirty...

also, @Dorcas... Have you ever heard of Be Your Own PET? They're pretty much teen angst personified...
http://www.youtube ...

Samahazai drifted over this particularly dirty part of a dirty city, searching for one building in particular. While Samahazai himself had no interest in the carnal pursuits that so many he had met were obsessed with, he knew an ideal residence was a whorehouse, at least for the time being. He knew ...

Thanks! I'll begin the writeup as soon as I can.... (finals )

Probably within the next day or two?

Also, The Devil's Dictionary by Ambrose Bierce is a good one for definitions

Name: Samahazai

Age:27

Race: Shifter (Magpie)

Height: In human form, 5' 8"

Weight: In human form, 138 lbs. in appearance but actually weighs 15 lbs.

Physical Description: Samahazai is quite pale but with a mop of black hair on his head, and upon closer inspection has black-on-black eyes, that ...