✗ so I hand you the key to your cell.
08-24-2014, 08:45 PM
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08-25-2014, 04:37 AM
Whispers of such a surreal area had hung inside her mind. Adventurous nature pleaded for her to journey to this place. With her promotion among Abaven ranks, she should be focusing on proving her worth on the battlegrounds, but maybe after this one last exploration. It seemed to be of a later hour, though, not much light shone through the canopy overhead. Perhaps this land was embraced with an eternal darkness, but then again - when the leaves fall from ivory branches it would allow for the sun to kiss Alacritis's flesh. Kaleidoscopic eyes scanned the bare trunks in which sprouted from the soil in vast numbers. Each one seemingly trusted beyond what it should, exposing oneself to all dangers possible. Without worry or second thought, each massive tree gave oneself completely to all of the world. Mmm, if only wolfkind could offer such trust, then and only then would peace be among wolves. Or would it? Maybe it would open doors to even more hurt and deception. Blackened heart matched the scene. Overshadowed with darkened thoughts as the land was with the vast canopy. Expanding all the more as time inevitable ticked onward. Though, once allowed to become exposed, it revealed it's true form hidden beneath. One in which was more of a purity and allowed itself to become exposed, not to all the world, but to the one the heart trusted. Was she evil? Yes. But only to mask hidden pain and regrets. Self worth had been eradicated due her imprisonment and she found comfort in the arms of the devil. Comfort in which none-other had been able to offer her. Peace was found only when evil consumed her, when she allowed herself to be taken by man. It allowed her mind to escape such tortures of a beaten, abused childhood. For a fallen heir, it was shameful, but that part of her had long died. Her soul was now entrapped by the body of water in which, now, rested before her. It was as if it were a mirror into her soul. Offering only a picture painted in black with stars, flecks of purity, on it's face - her face. A sigh escaped her maw as she stared into her own reflection. Ears were pinned upon her skull. Ah, how disgusted she was with who she had became. A wolf in which craved to be a tramp and welcomed the taste of crimson life upon her lips. Sometimes the thoughts of who she might have been intruded heavily upon her mind and this happened to be one of those times. Something about this place made her think about who she really was. Maybe it was the ghosts of her ancestors? Ah, what a disgrace she would be to them! A silhouette came into view - one in which rested on opposite sides of the pond. At first glance she guessed it was a bear, but now looking up the figure was unmistakably another wolf. The bastard was huge and black in color. And most frighteningly, mocked the appearance of her former master. A tinge of fear surged through her frame, but no. . . this was not him. The aroma did not smell of decay and blood. It was not tainted with a scent of the pack - his hell; however, the stranger's appearance was a terrible reminder of her past. Venus would now rest in a sitting position. Hind limbs carefully tucked beneath her and tail carefully curled around her left flank. She would stare out at the creature with her motley gaze, quietly, watching each movement that rippled throughout his body. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
08-25-2014, 04:51 PM
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08-25-2014, 11:36 PM
Galactic beauty shimmered beneath the pale light in which succeeded to pass through the canopy. Such light made her seem all the more ethereal. Onyx enveloped her frame almost entirely whilst ecru hue dribbled upon her back and painted each stilt perfectly. Neck was splashed with the same buff color - Mmm, how she marveled at her own beauty. Though, focusing upon this Cerberus was necessary now. Gaze was lifted to watch the man across the water. Ah, how hard it was to meet this one's gaze! Usually such actions of bravery was no issue at all. Once past the eerie similarity the beast had with her former master, the soul seemed (from distance) to appear troubled. Though, it was all very puzzling. He seemingly sported a decoration within his nostrils. What from and why? It was perhaps a secret that would forever be buried in this man's soul to never be uncovered by herself; however, for some nameless reason, she wanted to know why the piece intruded upon his face. Curiosity was devouring her mind as if it were a starving monster. Ah, but she would dare not ask. This gargoyle could easily demolish her feminine body and not by the way in which she so desired - but by the way of ending one's life. The beast shifted his weight into the water after he had paused. To measure it's depth, perhaps? Or to ponder on whatever overtook his mind. . . Nevertheless, he was making his way, gracefully, to her location. Ah, how the water made the massive wolf seem to move so effortlessly. As if he were a dark angel floating across the liquid. Perhaps this man was an angel of sorts? An angel fallen from grace - the devil himself. The devil now coming to claim her soul for living such an impure life. But had she not wanted for such a demon to control her? Or perhaps it was a sadistic desire that she craved until the real possibility met her in person. In a way, at this moment, she wished to become invisible. To become unseen to this man. To vanish into her safe home of Abaven and to feel the comfort of true family. Motley gaze swiftly retreated back toward the liquid before her and vision only caught glimpse of the beasts lower body as his massive frame emerged from the pond. The liquid pinned onyx fur to his frame revealing the muscles that hid beneath shadowed body. Ah, how effortless it was to meet the eyes of strangers! It bothered her to feel submissive to another. Frame would slightly shift from the monster. Claws dug deep into the muddied soil that framed the pond. For what? For defense or perhaps for comfort. Either way, it was an automatic response. Breath now entrapped itself inside her lungs - forgetting to be released as the moments passed slowly. A reminder that she was visible to all the world would consume her body when a masculine timbre would call out to her. Should she respond or remain silent? Though, responding would be most polite, yes? How else could she escape? Sit silently and pray that he would grow tired and leave? No, that probably would not work, for this man seemed to have all the time in the world. You can call me Venus, stranger. Have I stumbled upon your property? Of course it was not his land. The untainted aroma of the area would easily tell her that, but what else was there to say? Venus did her best to keep her voice calm, for beasts tend to thrive off of fear. Her body still carefully sat upon the muddied soil in the same position. Only had it shifted slightly away from the stranger. Motley eyes still met the liquid before her. Though, her body craved to lie down in submission to this large male. Large being an understatement. A slight tremble rippled across her hind limbs and flank and echoed across the remained of her lower half. She hoped dearly the man did not pick up on such a sign of fear. Air from her lungs finally released in a slow, quiet breath. Remembering to breathe would definitely help in calming the nerves. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
08-26-2014, 11:40 AM
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08-26-2014, 01:35 PM
The scene would play out as if it were a movie stuck in slow motion. Each movement the monster made seemed to take several seconds to play out when normally it would take a moment. Sounds seemed to even gradually play out rather than instantly. Perhaps the adrenaline that coursed throughout her body played tricks upon her mind in which caused each moment to drag on for what seemed like eternity. Or perhaps it were the gods with their unbelievable sense of humor. A golden ring hung loosely from the man's right limb. A decoration that she had failed to notice earlier. The metal band gleamed brilliantly beneath the dim-lit terrain. Colors danced about the jewelry in a rainbow of hues, though, it was a rainbow limited to shades of gold. Reflections of white trickled upon it in areas creating an eye catching ornament. Ah, the thing fit so perfectly upon his shadowed frame. Raven paws would relax from its grip upon the drenched soil, shifting slightly as she moved them a bit from it's former static location. The liquified terrain felt strange as it seeped between each toe and intruded beneath each claw. The noise it made was only a light sloshing sound, one that resemble the soft padding sound across a freshly formed rain puddle. She much preferred the lifeless snow upon her paws. Venus carefully stood up, slowly. Her frame backed away from the moist ground in an angled fashion - shifting backwards and to the side a bit so that she could face her Cerberus. Ah, it was like looking the devil himself in the face. Her devil. Golden eyes mirrored the same deathly gaze that rested upon her former puppeteer's face. Though, running from such a past would not do. Had she not faced her demon before? No. . . not quite. She faced his mistress but never the devil himself. The creature's positioning and expression seemed to not be of a threat. Perhaps this man had no ill intentions. She scanned his stature carefully, ensuring that no defenses were being taken - any sign of an attack. Though, none were visible upon his body. Her tense muscles relaxed a fraction. Growing a bit more comfortable in this man's presence as moments inevitably passed by. Though, a knot still formed itself in her throat and flecks of fear could be found upon her facial expressions from time-to-time. She masked most of her feelings well, though, it proved to be very difficult in this one's presence. Venus allowed marbled eyes to finally lock on to the man's golden gaze. She took a deep breath and formed her usual regal posture. The one in which she held so well when meeting others. One that would tell all the world that she was arrogant - that she was confident and strong. Perhaps he was no devil after all, though, appearance screamed that he was more than that. The devil's master? Dark vocals would mock his appearance perfectly. It had been a while since the man had last spoken. A seemingly eternal silence over-fell the place. Though, Venus had been so caught up in her own thoughts to remember to respond. But, she shook her dark memories from her mind and played the long lost words in her brain as if it had been recorded there. The stranger had addressed her as "dove" - for what? To woo her or perhaps a display of kindness? Maybe it was an offering of friendship. Though, whatever it was, she would not deny the name. In fact, she rather liked it, although Raven would have been much more suitable. I find myself roaming lands without reason. I wish I could offer you an answer, though, I cannot answer it myself. Silence then poured over the land once more, but this time it was brief. Voice was not it's usual flirtatious purr as she addressed this male. Though, Summer was the season that ignited her fire, she desired to not make enemies with this colossal man. This place puts me at unease, that is all. Was there a reason this beast did not offer his own name? Of course it had to be. Starlit face carried a puzzled look as she questioned his inner desires. Scars painted the beast's face enhancing his demonic appearance. Though, thinking back, she could almost remember than man showing signs of discomfort. Pain, perhaps? Due to age or maybe old battle scars. . . Though, her mind had been clouded at the time. Masking fear and history - clouded to offer some form of comfort to her lost and darkened soul. What should I call you, stranger? Surely, you too, have a name. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
08-26-2014, 02:26 PM
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08-27-2014, 11:09 AM
This extraterrestrial goddess grew all the more pleasant in the presence of her personal Hades. The man displayed no sign of threat or ill intentions and perhaps she was simply quick to judge the beast based on such demonic looks. Mangled face mad the hellhound seem all the more evil. Though, evil did not yet seem to festoon his identity. Some only were temporarily good, however, until one had simply willingly gave themselves to a demonic power. . . Then to only display their true personality when one was beneath his or her grasp. Venus would continue to be cautious of the man - observing each movement that passed over such grand muscles. She was now much more alert and things restored to its natural speed as nerves became more at ease. No longer drugged by her natural heroin, focusing on the man's words and interactions became much more effortless. Confidence had once more been restored upon her soul. Regal posture shifted once more as the muddied soil continued to seep between her toes. Ah, such an annoyance. Marbled eyes stared at the man attentively and patiently as he responded to each of her statements. She took in each syllable and as she did so, the man's dark voice became all the more attractive. Her typical whorish behavior surfacing - craving this beast to consume her and inject her with his medication. Though, this season would be a dangerous time to take a large dose for it could result in unwanted side effects in which would, ultimately, delay her desires to become an Alacritan queen. Though, she could not help but think of what a magnificent king this man would be. She was unsure of his personality and ability to demand control; however, his size and appearance could easily strike fear into the hearts of others! What a benefit that would be. . . Further enabling her to manipulate others as she so chose to do. Maybe this was the reason for their meeting? Mmm, such possibilities this man offered and so she wished not to make enemies of him. The beast's responses always seemed to be condensed. Saying what he meant with as little words as possible. It was admirable in its own way. The man seemed to be careful not to display any sign of dominance - keeping his tail low to ensure that he was of no threat. That was a welcome sign. Though, the man would make his way to her rear which sent shivers of pure desire throughout her body. Thoughts of wanting him flooding through her mind would only cloud her thoughts once more. Venus could not help herself. Ah, how she must toy with this devil! She gently pressed her now standing body against the man allowing her warmth to touch his body wherever it may. A slight moan escaped from her throat - surely the man must want her as well. The man's voice would then offer her his name. Goliath. It suited the man well. Then he would question her decision of lingering in such a surreal place. She would answer him, but this time in her typical flirtatious timbre. Goliath. The name fits such a beast so well. Mmm. . . Perhaps you are the reason I linger. Indeed he was. If the man had not interrupted her travels she would have probably been in new places by now. Though, she wished to not add the rest. It sounded much more wooing shortened the way she had. Perhaps the man would understand her hints of desire. Then again, he may not be interested. What about yourself? What brings you here if you don't mind me asking? my actions | my words | my thoughts |
08-27-2014, 12:53 PM
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08-27-2014, 06:06 PM
Slowly, though inescapably, darkness began to overtake the remaining hours of daylight. Silver light now gently poured through cracks in the canopy overhead. Silver light in which whispered that it was close to hours of twilight. And soon stars would decorate the sky, though, the flecks of light would be invisible through the vegetation above. But her own starlit face would offer a personal, eternal galaxy. One in which a constant reminder of the beauty that rested in the heavens. Sometimes she desired life would end early so that she may travel there. Perhaps that is where she truly belonged. For at times (most times), on Alacritis, she felt detached. Perhaps that is why she yearned for man to touch her. It offered a temporary relief from all that is normal. Allowing one to travel beyond this planet temporarily. The mind could escape all that is bad and focus on being in pure ecstasy. Scars that painted this creature named Goliath were not horrifying, in fact, she found each one fascinating. They were like a permanent story etched in stone. Maybe her encounter with Goliath would be more than temporary, and she would get to know the secrets each scar held. Not only did she find these scars fascinating, but she found this entire wolf fascinating. Whether it was because the man reminded her of her former puppeteer or if it was some other underlying reason yet to be uncovered, she found him riveting, nevertheless. The way his paws pressed upon the ground in such a force that seemingly made Alacritis's flesh tremble, the way his masculine voice rumbled from deep within his chest. . . It was all so perfect. At this time, she desired so much to have godly powers that would allow her to enter the thoughts in his mind. To be able to understand what the man thought of her, though, it was obvious that he found her fascinating as well. But what was his intentions? To manipulate her? To woo her for the moment and then to disappear to whatever realm he had came? Though, at this moment, her mind told her that it really did not matter if the two of them never crossed paths again; however, her vital heart implored her to not let this one go. Seductive advances seemed to ignite some sort of fire in the man. Ah, but did she really want this meeting to end that way? Or did she want to leave him with something to think about? She decided to refrain from additional hints to woo the male - instead, she would let him make the next seductive move if there was one to be made. Instead of her wanting him, she wanted him to want her. To feel wanted. . . Ah, is that not what everyone desired at some point? To feel as if another genuinely cared would be such a different feeling. Though, at this time, this man did not appear to be the family-oriented type. But, neither was she, right? Mmm, what a pair they would make! Even though waiting for the man to make the next advancement if there was one to come, she could not help but feel a shiver of excitement consume her body entirely once he accepted her touch with a lean into her body. Ah, to feel such power to gently press against her flank was overwhelming - though, welcoming. A slight feeling of frustration would radiate through her when the man would make his way to her right side. How well he controlled himself around her! A temptation most others could not deny. And to feel his touch leave her - how she desired to close the space between them once more - to feel such masculinity to simply caress her gently. Motley eyes would glance at the man's nostril decoration before returning to his golden eyes. Locking on to both of them as the man would adjust his body to face her. Each movement he mad was colossal. As if he were a stone giant gliding across the planet. Each step he took seemed to sink deeply into the mud causing her body to tip in his direction. Though, that could have also been from her continuous shifting. Goliath would speak soon after, words mirrored her flirtatious tone. Mmm, she loved to hear such words pour from the man's maw. Smiling and laughter simply did not happen to Venus herself, though, if it did she would have probably smiled shyly at the male's attempt. Well, Goliath. . . She spoke slowly, savoring the way his name tasted upon her lips. I am glad that I captured your attention. I must be awful lucky to capture such a masculine male as yourself. Her eyes captured the movement of his dilating pupils, savoring the desire this man seemed to obtain. Perhaps this is why his eyes danced in such a beautiful manner. Surely you cannot be alone? Why did that matter to her she did not understand, but the question poured from onyx lips before she could stop it. It was a question that was obviously asking of his relationship status. Ah, and how she secretly hoped he was, in fact, alone. Tail swayed gently in the breeze that managed to flow across the surreal landscape. Playing with the hairs upon her body creating a galactic dance. A swirl of colors that mocked their own galaxy like so many otherworldly gases swirling and dancing creating a rainbow of hues that were simply dreamlike. ears were pointed forward, alert and curious. Eyes left the man's gaze momentarily to once again take in his size. He towered over her in such a magnificent way. Eyes peered at the fur in which was still stuck against his frame due to the liquid he had glided through. An ear seemed to be severed from battle long ago. Ah, mangled and scarred - it made the man all the more appealing. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
08-27-2014, 11:36 PM
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08-28-2014, 05:20 PM
Shadowed shades increased with darkness - darkness now overtaking the last silver beams of light that had managed to escape the overhead prison. There was beauty in darkness and she, herself, was proof of that. Dull sounds of thunder in the distance would echo across the surreal landscape. Ah, there was beauty in storms. The way the clouds whirled swiftly in the heavens, consuming the sapphire heavens, eventually creating a scene that appeared to be painted by Van Gogh. Her personal Hades had emerged from his realm. Finally reaching out to her. Mmm, how well he taunted such haunting memories of antecedent events. Though, it was welcoming. Most wolves retreated from their history, but she chose to embrace it. Maybe this is what was so hypnotic about this male. Maybe this is what pleaded for her to find comfort within his hell. Hell being so familiar, she considered it her home. A hell in which had been long lost in the family setting of Abaven. How she needed this beast for her own personal demonic guardian, and she could be his angel with black wings. Though, being this bastard's personal addiction would force her to give up her life as a succubus. A trade that would, perhaps, be worthy to forever hold the devil within her grasp. Giving up her learned ways would be a difficult road and not a perfect one. Though, who knew where it may end up at if this demon chose to stand by her side. Would they rule a land of their own? Maybe building an empire alongside Abaven, creating a force so powerful that others dared not to threaten with bloodied claws. Ah, such visions and such power to be obtained. The man's muscles seemingly tensed as her words sung out to him. Perhaps, he too, found some sick comfort from her presence. Or perhaps it was from unshielded desire - and soon she would offer him relief from such sensations. Relief in which he probably needed more so than herself. Each breath the man took seemingly made him look all the more demonic. Lungs increasing his size to the point where it appeared it could no longer stretch his masculine chest. Ah, this macabre beast was so perfect. Together, they could own all the world. The words soon to exit his maw would make a promise of him being alone. Something whispered that she could trust his statement, though, something else told her that she could not; however, what did it matter. Herself could not be trusted. Unwillingly given a life of trickery and lies would shape her ability to trust and to be trusted. Such a tale would take a brave soul to unravel and rewind into something good. To redo what had be done would take understanding and much guidance. To retrain her thought processes could, in fact, be done. Something in her soul, or perhaps the ghosts of ancestors, seemed to plead for her to not let him go. Motley eyes would seemingly light up into a personal wildfire when Goliath would inch his way closer to her once more. Marbled gaze would scan his masculine body once - savoring the dreadlocks that poured from his flesh. Untamed - it fit this rogue so wonderfully. I adore your unkempt mane, Goliath. It fits you so handsomely. It makes sensations of lust pour throughout my body. . . Your scars decorate your face so menacingly. I bet you have a warrior heart to match each perfect imperfection. The ornaments that hang upon your body in gold give you a dangerous appearance in which I find rather seductive.She would whisper in return as the male would touch her face. The gold metal band that hung from his nose made a shiver ripple through her body as it's cold touch kissed her ear softly. The man sent floods of excitement through her body as he would push his nose to her ear and nuzzle her warmly. And with that she knew she needed him. Venus returned the touch - pressing her face into the beast's jawline. Nuzzling softly and allowing her warm, excited breaths to wash over his pelt in short moans. Ravage me, Goliath. Ah, she did not want him to be easy. She wanted to taste the power the hide within his colossal frame. With that said, the succubus sunk her fangs into his matted neck in attempt to lay marks on his flesh. Right forelimb intertwined with his left forelimb, pulling herself as close as she possibly could to her Hades. Lightning continued to ignite their landscape. Becoming all the more urgent as time ticked on. Thunder rumbled fiercely. . . The gods, perhaps, disapproving or approving of their connection. Droplets made its way past the canopy overhead, pouring down upon their bodies. Her pelt soaked up the liquid quickly as if it had been deprived of hydration for far too long. Fur now matched the man's coat as it was now soaked and pressed against her skin - revealing each curve of her body more wonderfully than before. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
08-31-2014, 12:05 AM
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08-31-2014, 08:14 PM
Thunder continued to roll and lightning offered continuous, brief breaths of light. Shadows retreating momentarily as the electric currents would burst across the heavens. The storm grew all the more furious, though, that did not matter in this heated, passionate moment. All that mattered was the lust that consumed her. Licking at her every cell as if it were venom. Rushes of warmth would pass through her vessels, igniting her libido into a passionate rage. She could not help but question what would happen after their encounter. Her desire to see this man again may not be shared between the two, but who could resist her beauty? The succubus knew she craved this man to worship her - to follow her to the ends of Alacritis. Though, she would not voice these wants. She wanted him to want her. Ah, maybe it was a matter of pride. Pride in which refused to confess she wanted a man's continuous company. Her Hades seemed to hesitate when compliments poured over him. Though, it did not seem to be entirely because of the compliments themselves. The man seemed distracted. Perhaps from the delicate timbre that licked her onyx lips. Her voice was one that even angels would envy. Feminine and clear - mirroring a voice heard in ethereal music. The beast would speak and words seemingly repudiated her lyrics of admiration. Though, it seemed to trail off with a bit of humor. Chills were sent across her body as his nuzzled kissed her face gently. Warmth and tenderness in which she had been long deprived of. Memories could not recall a time in which a male had taken a moment to fondle her. Interactions with men had always been straight to the point. As foreign as this tenderness was, she found it quite enjoyable. Though, the tenderness ended when she had lashed out the male in her much more familiar ferocity. The growls that escaped the man's throat warmed her fire all the more. Creating a burning passion that could not be put out with a mediocre encounter; however, she was confident this man would be able to deliver. Canines had passed the dreadlocks upon his neck. She could feel his skin give in to the sharp blades that protruded from her gums. Though, teeth could not sink deep enough to draw the metallic liquid from his body. The man's overwhelming strength pushed against her chest in return. It felt as if the man was trying to possess her body. Though, fur and flesh refused to allow his soul to enter her body. She could feel his powerful heart beat against her chest. Her excited heartbeat seemingly matched her newly found devil's heartbeat. Such a dance they would create. Bodies would collide and hearts would race. Thunder would continue to roll and lightning would illuminate two intertwined bodies. Mmm, a dance of devils or blooming love. The man satisfied her thirst, though, after their encounter something still pleaded for her to stay - to get to know this man for more than his physical capabilities. Rapid breaths escaped her maw in pants. Limbs and body trembled slightly from the flood of excitement and pleasure. Soaked body made its way to the man's left side and gently leaned into him. Nose pressed gently beneath his jawline as her tongue offered a few kisses. Don't leave just yet. Stay the night with me. Pride had lowered its unbreakable shield allowing her to ask the man for further company. Her heart, though blackened, still craved to be cared for. To continue to feel this foreign tenderness this male offered. It was a source of light, faint, but still a light in her dark, eternal prison. Simple acts that offered peace in her forever tortured mind. Because with him, her shadowed thoughts vanished - allowing love back in. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
09-01-2014, 08:02 PM
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09-03-2014, 11:22 PM
Scruff ached from the devils grip upon her flesh. It was a welcoming pain, one in which flooded her body with pure pleasure and satisfaction. Ah, an encounter she wanted so badly to occur again. Her Hades would nuzzle the area affectionately, perhaps to soothe the continuous throbbing pain. This wolf, her devil, was the first man she craved to accompany her in life's adventures. Though, unknown to her at this time, it was a fleck of love blossoming inside her heart - confused with a constant reminder of her puppeteer. The succubus contently listened as the man would sigh - perhaps a breath of pleasurable satisfaction. Indeed, she knew how to satisfy a man's hunger. Marbled eyes watched as the man would lower himself into the liquefied terrain. Surely he was exhausted from such exercise. The muddied soil painted the male's dreadlocks. It actually looked comfortable and if she were not so concerned about maintaining her galactic beauty, she probably would have lied beside him - wallowing in the refreshingly cool temperate the mud had to offer. Though, she simply could not stand the ounce that seemingly made its way between each delicate toe. A surge of relief would wash over her when the man would decide to raise to his limbs once more. She felt out of place standing over the man. He was, after all, her tower. The muddied soil covered his masculine frame in such a way it made him look all the more enticing. The substance helped to make a creation that appeared fierce and powerful and she yearned for the man to claim her as his. The words to follow would satisfy her in ways she had yet to understand. All she knew is that she gravitated towards him as if he were her own brand of drug, a drug in which was entirely personalized for her in order to create a moment of otherworldly euphoria. Euphoria in which she simply could not do without, and if forced to do without she would seemingly forever chase mediocre drugs in search of the same feeling that would never again be achieved. Then another sentence would fall from his lips. The words would send chills of eroticism throughout her body. She was his - she belonged to him. A statement of possession. Ah, it thrilled her and satisfied her so completely. He would be her devil and she would be his personal succubus. I would rather be claimed by you than any other. Something holds me to you. . . Something about you is just different. Different in a good way, but foreign. Tone would reflect her confused emotions, perhaps the male would help her understand. Kisses to her cheek and playful tug to her ear would make the gal grin shyly. Ah, grinning is something she could not simply remembering doing and for the first time in forever, she felt completely happy. And so she would trail after the male into the pond. Cool liquid licked at her ethereal pelt. It was a relief to wash away the muddied soil that had clung to her paws. A surge of bliss would course through her body, a sort of puppy-hood that she had been deprived of. Body leaped and bound playfully around Goliath. Water splashed over the male as she gleefully bounced in circles around him. She then found herself tugging at the male's scruff as if she were trying to pull him sideways into the water. And in this moment, for one time in her life, darkness had seemingly parted ways for light to shine through with all its radiance. ooc; sorry for the delay! had some family stuff pop up my actions | my words | my thoughts |
09-18-2014, 06:21 PM
Quote:"Speech" Thoughts |
09-18-2014, 08:00 PM
There was so much potential with this relationship. Though, could a harlot as herself be dedicated entirely to one individual? Perhaps. She desired to be connected with the male in such a way - for the two of them to be all that mattered in all the world; however, selfish craving for the touch of man would prove difficult to subdue. It was her normal, her drug of choice. To change so entirely for a single soul would require patience and understanding. It would be a trek of heartache and regret, though, maybe this man would feel the end prize was worth it. Beyond all darkness, an invisible magnetic force still pulled tainted heart to her Hades and it drew her to him at an incomprehensible velocity. In truth, it was a bit frightening. Feelings of overwhelming, foreign connection and though her body and mind wanted to avoid the male, to avoid the sensations of blooming love, it was physically impossible to do so. Because this invisible force, this magnetic, refused to release its powerful grip. Tender kisses and touches would be offered by the water. Twinkles of light toyed with its surface creating a galaxy within the liquid. Beams of light shone through the canopy in places, spotlighting their location. It was as if they were the god's entertainment and this land was some sort of surreal, heavenly stage. Gentle tugs at her mane near her cheeks sent shivers throughout her body - trembles of lust. Ah, how she desired him again so soon. Eyes would narrow lustfully and she stroked her profile against his unkempt mane, beginning at his chest and ending at his jawline. Words would fall from his lips that would recognize mirrored feelings. Mmm, it was delightful to hear such words, though, a part of her wanted to tell the man to leave. To tell him that the two of them could never meet again; however, it was not because she wanted to, but because she felt she needed too. For who could love a tramp? And he simply deserved better. Though, playful gestures were made to end such thoughts - to ease her mind of such thoughts. In the end, the dots will connect themselves and there was no way she could part way with this man now. He would forever be tattooed upon her soul and to walk away would be cowardly. To turn back on everything that could be good. The man's massive movements seemed to be of some discomfort, but that was to expected from years of carrying around a colossal frame. Bones and tendons surely had to suffer from additional wear. Marbled eyes would narrow flirtatiously as her Goliath would snap in her direction so desirably. Neck slithered out in a seductive manner, a soft smile painting her lips. Mmm, if only you knew how your aggression toyed with my desires. Tongue would reach out and kiss his golden ring softly. Nips would target her nap and legs, twinges of pain that would send seemingly endless surges of aphrodisia. When the man grabbed hold to her limb, she tugged at his pierced ear - toying with the metal with her tongue and tugging on one very gently, tongue holding it against her upper teeth, before releasing her grasp. Body flung itself on his back, just behind his shoulders. Forelimbs crossed and resting upon him, head tilted over to grab at his shoulder with her canines. It felt nice to let all the bad wash away with the waters beneath them. Life, her life, really did seem to get better. Growing in the ranks of Abaven, being the king's lead warrior and now to find a wolf she could honestly connect with effortlessly. Though, would her new found partner join her in her Abaven home until the two of them could create an empire of their own? It was a question in the back of her mind - was it even a good idea? A sudden wave of worry washed over her and body would drop back into the water heavily. Liquid would splash when her weight would kiss the surface, spraying on her chest and sides. Frame shifted to meet the male's gaze, questioningly look painted her face. When will I see you again? The question she spoke is, perhaps, what really concerned her. Really wanting to spend every moment with the man. How will I know where you are? my actions | my words | my thoughts |