That's what I like about you...
06-24-2014, 04:40 PM
The exploration of Arcanum had become a lot to the young Artenie. She had grown weary from trying to find the deep and dark crevices of the packlands, just in case she would need them. As the day descended into night, she found herself outside of an abandoned den. It was placed on the outskirts of the Orchard, where the sweet fruit smells stayed despite the frozen weather. The warmth she received from the spacious den was too much for her. Sleep overcame her and she accepted its generous blanket.
Before too long, Pandora was dreaming. She was walking through a familiar set of woods -- Soulless Forest, it seemed -- and she was doing something important. Was it searching for food? No, that wasn't it. Could it have been her looking for herbs? No, no, no. That involved dirt and she didn't like getting messy. Perhaps it was...patrolling? Yes, that was the only thing! What else could she do for her aunt that didn't require much sweat and dirt? She was making sure no one would get in. Totally selfless, on Pandora's part.
The perfect combination of Taurig and Maija Artenie continued to walk through the forest, searching for a soul that wasn't even there. Fog had surrounded the trees at various levels, including the ground Pandora walked upon. Her blue eyes stuck out like lanterns and she was able to see with a purity no one else could meet. Her steps were slow and she continued to walk in that dream, not knowing what her brain would conjure up.
"Speech"
06-24-2014, 04:54 PM
The tall brute would find his day coming to a close, his form wuld find its way into his lover's den, their tiny pups still grouped by her side. Their tiny forms would suckle greedily, and his tongue would rasp over the both of them before he would come to surround the beautiful Othello. Vibrant yellow eyes would come to a close, his head laying protectively upon her shoulder. Thoughts would begin to drift and with out even a notice the man would find himself in a world of dreams.
A forest would surround him, the trees reaching into the sky before him as he would walk through. He thought he might have been dreaming, but he was unsure. As he would continue, his vibrant almost glowing gaze would come to rest on a form he'd not seen in some time. He could feel the familiar tugs of lust for the girl that had defied him once already. Mostly because of the red queen, why was she always denying him sex. Even when she did not control the body he desired she would still keep him from his release.
Scorpion would stride forward, confidence evident within his posture. Dream or not she wasn't going to get away this time. It was his dream and he would get exactly what he'd desired. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" He felt particularly attracted to her as he stood there, being denied by his queen had been frustrating, and without Othello able to take his frustrations he would become particularly glad to see her pristine form.
"Speech"
06-24-2014, 05:12 PM