it's true, i crave you
07-19-2013, 02:52 AM
isardis
Perhaps the wench was not entirely different, and perhaps she were hardly deserving of such a rare offering of a title; of course, she bore the same clock-work as every other hormone-driven female, and probably lacked as much of a brain. However there was something particularly appealing about her, something that screamed of potential, of quality, and although she seemed more the clumpy, barge-everything-that-stood-in-her-way kind, Isardis couldn?t resist the thoughts that begin to tumble tirelessly within his mind. No fae ever truly captured his attention; it was more a show of false-hope as he would attempt to lure her into a bottomless trap. But alas the female managed to make him feel a sense of weakness within his usually rock-solid ways, and although the connection were barely emotional or caring, it was enough to make him consider showing her a sprinkled ounce of meek deference. After-all, her mass and vigor was probably something to be wary of? he would watch where he stepped. Hair-curled towers would flick restlessly atop dazzling skull, ruby gaze meeting her own as she tranquilly absorbed his breath with compliant lungs. Her own would return, and the individuality of her aroma would be gifted the rare opportunity of a permanent place within his twisted intellect. He sought to be wary, to save his toes and tred lightly; but the smouldering desires to overcome her only grew stronger, and it would be but a matter of time before he would become overwhelmed by baleful intention. A demon coiled within his angelic interior, forever pushing at his skin, attempting break free through the splinters of his ribcage. It?s fingers would pry between the bar?s of his chest, and if one were to look closely, sometimes it could be visualised reaching through his bevelled flesh. For now though it would wait with a dwindling patience and the albino?s psyche would fight to maintain composure within the vixen?s presence. Her skull would lower to his ear, the heat of her lungs prickling his pores and encouraging hairs to rise along the slopes of his pallid spine; though not all reasons were of good. For a few moments he felt she had far too much console within his presence, and her decision to crawl closer sparked the desire to put her back in her place. He would invade her space, not she his. Lip would curl, a fragile display of warning drowned out by the sudden fizzing of a crazed titter, tongue curling behind incisors as if a personalized attempt of self-restraint. ?Your confidence is admirable, does the unknowing of my capacity, my intentions, not fright you?? voice box would rumble instantaneously after her own, momentarily disregarding her lyrics as pink maw would suddenly be thrust to her nape; nostrils attempting to press deep within her fur, though jaws remained painfully clenched. ?I crave nothing more than to subdue your vivacious being, though something tells me you may not be so? effortless, hm?? voice but a furtive whisper, and again a wicked bubble would fizz from coral orifice, amused by his shadowed suggestions. ?You may have to stick around long enough to observe m?dame; for I am not one to impress on another?s schedule,? his words would be finalizing, his own brittle attempt at suggesting fragile supremacy. |