Here come the drums
10-17-2015, 04:18 PM
Her movements where subtle and carefully made, but the shifting of the water gave her away. It was clear to him that she was not wholly comfortable in his presence, and another rush of pleasure touched his veins at even the slightest tells of discomfort. His blood was on fire, euphoria danced in liquid flames through his thoughts. There truly was no excitement to him quite as beautiful as playing his victim with a fine touch, leading them to their disaster. She would ask him about his 'exile' and he titled his head, his expression almost like that of a curious pup “It's a right of passage to my people. They-- we, believe in learning of the land and its inhabitants, only I took mine a step further and moved on to lands we have never explored before” it was a lengthy explanation that started him down the path of forming his character as more then just a figure, but a person to his victim. Her lack of interest infuriated him, turning her head from him, her expression detached and bored. It riled him up, the fire in his blood ran cold. Without even knowing it, she played a dangerous game, rejection was an invitation to the Tyrant and it was difficult to keep his game in play. Stalking her from the shore as he did, he analysed the best ways to ambush her, to sink his teeth into her skull and do with her whatever he wished, he judged which ways might catch her unawares, give him the advantage in a struggle. The morbid planning calmed him until at last he could look on in mental detachment and listen to her words. The picture she painted of him, wasn't the one he put out there and he tilted his head. He had given nothing away, at the very most she could have caught a hint of irritation in green tinged orbs, which easily could have been mistaken for a man forced to take in the scent of a woman in heat. No, there was nothing chaotic in the picture he painted with both words and subtle gestures and posturing. “That could sound like an interesting proposition, but rules are a part of a deep foundation, it is to better understand some of the rules we govern by that my people started the tradition that brought me here” he said meekly, his titled head and bright eyes portrayed an innocence of youth he had not felt in years. "Talk" "You" Think |
