I SING THE BODY ELECTRIC
07-02-2013, 07:25 PM
Fagile murmurs of a lurking presence would encourage the banshee to pace, moving with manifest purpose towards the recently staked boarders of her new kingdom. Agile figure wound between the irregular spotting of baby-pine?s, adequate muscle fluctuating beneath the russet surfaces of stoic leather as the youth carried herself at a resolute trot. Scabbing wounds bound her nape, superficial grazes etching against the structures of her limbs, but still she moved with poise, with soundness; only the pleasurable reminders of a well-won victory carried proudly upon her shoulders. The numbers of her pack were still unknown, but there was no doubting they would be slim; as were the suggestions of close family ties within Glaciem, their elders luring relatives and friends alike to an unadorned haven. It didn?t bother her really, numbers were not of importance to the youthful queen.
The banshee moved with poise, an obvious spring of royalty evident within her wounded gait. Ebony pelt contrasted greatly with her pallid surroundings, meandering a respectful few yards from Glaciem?s novel border. Though what was this? A sudden sense of familiarity clawed at the russet youth?s senses, nostrils quivering with interest as the memories ofa brief meeting came crawling back. The fae?s name had slipped her mind, but Eos? remembered her as a tolerable personality; frisky and testing, perhaps, but tolerable. Had she herself also recently come out on top of a battle? The tell-tale markings of war tattered her dark flesh. Eos paused a safe distance from the elder lady, limbs squaring beneath her as elegant tail would raise in a mild show of dominance; she was queen now, and she would ensure visitors were aware. ?We are not as unacquainted as I had predicted, what conveys you to Glaciem?? speech was balanced, void of evident emotion, pale gaze skimming the extents of the vixen?s injury.
07-09-2013, 09:58 PM
The midnight fiend would stretch beneath her skin, a fizzing of pleasure seeming to effervesce from ebony pores as Eos made her occurrence accredited. The ladies personality would begin to twist and contort, salmon tongue lashing forth with irrefutable tease, vocals dripping with play. Russet ears would begin to roll, stretching the leather of feminine fa?ade athwart, a scrutinizing gaze unfolding in acknowledgement to her companies words. Puerile comments would go without response, shoulder sinew twitching with half-hearted distaste, standing in imposing silence as she would linger for the snide vixen to rejoin prior matters. Playoffs were not something that tickled the youth?s interest, lack of humour and inflexible moral-fibre to guilt.
Nattily, the ebony familiar would give in to her glowing nature, jaw-joint rolling as she would expose the reality behind her emergence. Eos had been proven accurate, and the twisting fae that presented her wounded self before the novel queen had come upon battle-victory. Good for her. Though alas, the teasing would continue; sarcastic lyrics seeming to float free with effortless fervour. Again, no response would be required. The alpha would soon learn that such a proud tongue would go unnoticed in the company of her ?neighbour?. ?Did you come purely to play your games of moral insignificance, or have you a purpose?? tail would fan with intolerance behind tall hinds, ?I have no interest in being your disposable pastime.?