isardis Unswerving folds of grey lay before the meandering creature, monochrome and tedious in the twisting creases of consistent palms. Pink nails would tap at toneless surfaces, untainted rhythm the only evidence of gravity as the ghost would drift; a glowing aura of brilliance against neutral environs. Invisible wings would beat behind coral heels, the angel swaying with unnatural ease, only the tips of elongated tail sweeping granules of primordial sand from the enchanters wake. The albino would recess, jewellery-bound elbows squaring beneath broad chest, cherry nostrils quivering with budding interest as the perfume of a mistress would invade fervent pipes; fondling his psyche into a flurry of ecstasy as he awaited her optimistic approach.

jupiter illidais "jupiter speech" ? "mercury speech" He was a beacon like she, pallid pelt nearly glowing in contrast to the ashen tones of the steppes. While his bright presence screamed beauty, Jupiter wondered idly what hers screamed. Death, perhaps? Was the recent kill that plagued her mind in the oddest of ways that visible upon her countenance? Or was it as absent as the lack of impact the act had upon her conscience? Perhaps she would never know. He seemed to be expecting her--having smelled her or seen her, no doubt. In her slow-paced approach she had discovered him upon her path and didn't seem to be set upon redirecting her route. Celestial eyes of violet examined him attentively, taking in the rose that graced his orifices and the light crimson that hued his optics. Several yards away she stopped, audits pressed forward and orbs set upon him, scrutinizing what she recognized as an albino specimen of her species with mild interest. "Expecting somebody?" she inquired with nonchalance, an odd uplift to her voice that signaled a sensation that could either be boredom or amusement. ? 179 words ? [ o o c ; ] c:

isardis The banshee would rise from the horizon of droning plates, the mimicking act of an expanding sunset unfolding before ruby eyes; various arrays of ember would burn against overcast surroundings, strides setting ablaze as she would perform a detached tango with her environment as if perfectly, blissfully unaware. A cunning smirk would begin to puppet at famished lips, admiration coiling the desires of his heart as he would continue to absorb her; bask within the sunlight she so effortlessly projected. Her judgment for remoteness would be intolerable, a large paw swinging before pallid coffer as the ghoul would continue athwart, seeking a closer proximity in a fickle attempt to satisfy eager cravings. Her lexis would be lavished, greeted briefly by a fizzling chuckle of pleasure as the angel would pause barely metres away; perhaps foolishly unwary of her intentions. ?I had expected a woman, my dear; instead I am greeted only by a belated sunrise,? salmon tongue would curl behind polished fangs, escaping only momentarily from rosy jaws as he elatedly drowned within her violet beams.

jupiter illidais "jupiter speech" ? "mercury speech" Having had no expectations for the male's behavior, she was surprised (though whether it was pleasantly or grossly was something she couldn't quite determine) when he sought to close a portion of their proximity, paws sliding over the stone as he drew his alabaster form a little closer to her own fire. Audits twitched and her own rumble of a chuckle rolled from her larynx, dial shifting backwards a tad to bring her gaze a bit more distanced from him, examining him with a mix of caution and what was now identifiable as amusement. Path of sight swept to the brute's own exotic gaze and the smallest of smiles touched the corner of her inky lips, so faint that it was nearly unimaginable. "And I, greeted by an alabaster moon," she remarked in interested counter, timbre smooth as she allowed her wit to sweep the words easily from her maw. Nares flared as she took in his scent--crisp and masculine--with interest. He smelled of no pack she knew of but identified his aroma to belong to the northern portions of Alacritia. "What drives this pallid knight of what seems to be the north so near to a sunrise? It'd be a shame for you to melt." The most passive of foreboding warnings now delivered, she retreated a step or so, tail swaying at the slightest. He reminded her most certainly of Marvel, the sire of her children, but despite the generalized resemblance, she had no intention of falling prey to either her fertility or another's virility once more. Not on this day, that was. ? 264 words ? [ o o c ; ] dickbutt

isardis Luminous spirals of gold would taunt thriving hormones, twisting so appetizingly with peaches and brilliant amber; her chassis still extruding the energized glow of morning?s first-sun. The creature would sway, his other-worldly form shifting from toe to toe, as if tranquilly wafted by a non-existent breeze. Her rejoinder would be that of tantalizing nature, intellect engaging in his mischievous instigation as if outrightedly unmoved by his attempted woo-tactics. Again, a tremble of muse would effervesce from twitching lips, a wavering helix of pleasured psychosis sporadic behind crimson gaze. ?Well worth the risk, my cinder,? seamless lyrics would drip from vacillating orifice, yet another audacious stride attempting to draw moon and sun together, lungs expanding with famish as pink nostrils devoured lustrous fragrance. But what was this? Features would waver, cherry towers flicking as if momentarily misplaced within idle contemplation; ?Hm, pity,? he would mutter, no attempt made to conceal his referrals. Tainting the pleasantries of her aroma would be the suggestion of tenure, the sweltering stench of another?s pack clinging her pelt like parasitic lavae. Honestly, it had never stopped him before; though the reeking was of such potency he were almost convinced she withheld a favourable rank, though the fiend blatantly refused to acknowledge the potential of alpha. ?I hope you are faithful to your leader, sunshine,? intention began to brew behind ruby gaze as simper would yet again begin to unfold, ?I would hate for the moon to lure you from him, you are surely a delicacy to miss.?

jupiter illidais "jupiter speech" ? "mercury speech" He was the cold north and she the warm south and like a magnet he persistently drew towards her, attracted to an end that did not exactly wish for the same. His seductive form swayed as it drew evermore near to her own and this time she held her ground, shoulders shifting inwards to allow her dial to raise a minute degree, hind limbs sidling a bit backwards to give her claws access and purchase upon the stone. His words were of liquid gold, warm and tempting in a vessel of fluent viscosity. Celestial orbs observed as he seemed to detect the scent of a pack upon her pelt and curiosity brushed her visage at the lyrics that left him. "Pity? Now, how would one such as yourself have the rank to divide and conquer?" she inquired with rumbling tone possessing underlying tease. Normally, the Sol would have lost her patience with the albino beast and would have separated herself from him. But this was not normally--this was a queen who sought a mild sensation of thrill from this man's presence and she reveled in the territory of attempting to test his boundaries, both prodding but only one possibly knowing the borders she wouldn't allow to be crossed. Trailing dialogue brought a chuckle bubbling from her cavernous chest, ears tipping back and head shaking. "And why should you be concerned of my faith to myself?" she crooned, tongue flicking out to brush briefly across her leathery lips, eyes sweeping across his unmarred form. "For a moon, you lack the craters that this belated sunrise would be happy to promptly deliver." Perhaps she could have been a little more subtle with the remark, yes, but the second warning had been delivered and there was no drawing it back from audits that clenched the already-captured words. Tone still held amusement but was conflicted with tones of dark promise. Jupiter was almost a little too eager to prod and test his own boundaries and see how he would respond to such a threat. "Should you opt out, though, I shall require a different calling for you," she continued, shifting her weight minutely to accentuate the slight switch in topic, seeking a name to match to his alabaster face. ? 375 words ? [ o o c ; ] hagwiggle

isardis She would give him what he so desired, the sweeping of a hind limb as sinew would become rigid beneath amber pelt; his pride beginning to swell precariously beneath sculptured skull, brewing with intensifying self-confidence as he would succeed in his loose labours of retaliation. Her words would boast of undeniable tease, half-hearted sarcasm evident beneath the venomous amethyst of her smouldering gape; his skin prickling with amused pleasure, emotion rattling the chasms of his gullet in fluctuating waves of ghostly cackles. She weren?t of frail nature, which would be only partially favourable; the ghoul always found it far easier to chain the dim and wounded than he did the spirited. Perhaps this sweltering wench would be worth the extra labours? Though disbelief would lead astray; her suggestion of authority momentarily encouraging a twang of pain to beat at the base of heavy lungs, a contagious ache that would cause a passing seething of displeasure. The biased creature would begin to quake, no longer by frustration but hilarity, chest trembling as if an internal burst of laughter were struggling to break free; jaws clamped in silence as psyche would roll over the change of situation. ?I never doubted you for a moment, m?queen,? lips would drip free of poisonous lies, sincerity not an option as the fiend knew very well that the banshee were aware of his dishonesty. Though it only pleasured him more so, delight coiling his maw in endless rolls of leer. ?I?m not persuaded I could handle the heat, ember; though there are so many craters you do not see. It is, after all, only natural to feel blinded by glory,? tongue would coil behind scathed ivories, shoulders rolling despite lack of movement, ?Isardis, King of Glaciem.? Pride would drip like liquid gold from cherry lips, dribbling downward the contours of his chest to pool at royal paws. Personal rivalry would flurry silver veins, an attempted superiority over the woman encouraging the angel to stretch upwards, chest expanding with the arrogance of his individuality as ruby gaze continued to wander the auburn that posed before him; disgruntled by her stolen power.

ooc/ dammit, next reply will be shorter xD

She stared upon the wraith with apprehension as he trembled with his own inner laughter, his chest quaking with the motions. Jupiter took a deep breath as his sarcastic remark slipped from him, dripping with what she took as insult. Eyes narrowed and gaze hardened as she stared coldly at the brute. His next volley of conceited dialogue made her chin raise at the slightest. After a brief moment, her lips curled upwards in a smile as she hid a deep breath behind a calming countenance. Despite being a manipulator herself, she had forgotten when to stop and know that she was on the receiving end.



"And how did one such as yourself come about such an olden kingdom?" she inquired, curiosity staining her features, ears pushing forth, stance still neutral as she decided to use the brute for information on what she had been unable to upkeep.

TABLE + CODING BY TIFF

prone to violent reaction. ic actions have ic consequences and she lives and breathes it.

public enemy #1

crawl. crawl more. drag your hands and knees across the destruction left in my wake to the ends of the earth. there's a green light of a shining star in my sky and there will not be an obstacle i will not overcome until i cup that star in my palms. the void in my will has been filled with purpose. so crawl. crawl more, love.

because i like it when you're on your knees.